Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 812: Section 544: Me at This Moment (Part 3)

Chapter 812: Section 544: Me at This Moment (Part 3)

Zhang Sicheng, member of the Thainan Observation Group.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the middle-aged man nestled in the small burrow used by the observation group members was awoken by the arguing noise from outside.

He was fluent in the common language of the Western Human World and even understood Sydney language. As for the Northern Kingdom’s Nuo language, he could comprehend it if spoken slowly... but he truly couldn’t handle the way those two outside were spouting it.

So, he got up, put on his coat, and under the watchful eyes of his group members, signaled that he was going out to see what was happening.

The member who woke up was an elderly man, Liang Zefu, who was a light sleeper. Seeing Zhang Sicheng’s gesture, he nodded.

Zhang Sicheng took a torch from the wall, lit it by the stove, then pushed open a small door, stepped through the heavy wooden door, and quickly closed it behind him—to prevent the cold air from entering the burrow, which would awaken several young members.

Zhang Sicheng and Liang Zefu, being older, were tasked with recording duties, while the young ones could still fight on the battlefield. Catching a cold from such incidents and thereby affecting data collection on Chaos would get him severely reprimanded by the group leader.

Walking past the trench corner, Zhang Sicheng noticed that the excavated space ahead was now fully packed with soldiers. Most were armed with revolvers or rifles, aiming forward, their commander... likely a regimental commander, stood before them. This dwarf, tilting his head up, snorted through his nose at his opponents: "His Excellency Malin just fell asleep an hour ago, and as the officer on duty for attending his needs, I don’t care who you are or what orders you have received, you cannot see him before he wakes."

"Captain! I order you to clear the way! Otherwise, I will execute you by military order!" The pointed-eared half-blood opposite him, a colonel, grimaced as he drew his revolver and cocked the hammer: "I give you one minute to reconsider!"

"No need to think, just shoot, you pointed-eared piece of shit! Aim at my face! Then my soldiers will kill all of you! Come on!" The dwarf pointed to his nose, and the soldiers behind him also cocked their hammers.

The Gendarmerie behind the pointed-eared half-blood raised their weapons as well.

"Don’t force me!" The pointed-eared half-blood roared.

"Shoot then! You ball-less bastard!" The dwarf shouted louder than his opponent.

"Move aside!" someone behind shouted, and then Zhang Sicheng saw a cannon being pushed forward, with a half-human sitting on the barrel, holding a torch in one hand and a sawed-off shotgun in the other: "Shoot! My ass is sitting on a cannon stuffed with buckshot!"

This made Zhang Sicheng step aside a bit—the buckshot cannon could injure living things in a fan-shaped area about a hundred steps ahead, and though Zhang Sicheng was forty-five, he wasn’t ready to die at the hands of these soldiers.

"What’s going on?"

As Zhang Sicheng was considering retreating further to the side to avoid stray bullets if the soldiers really started firing, a voice called out from behind the soldiers.

The soldiers who had just been clamoring about killing the Gendarmerie and dragging them out to feed the wild dogs immediately parted ranks and saluted with their guns. The half-humans, dragging the large cannon, quickly ran away—they didn’t dare return the same way but instead fled through the trenches on Zhang Sicheng’s side. The half-human passing by Zhang Sicheng handed his torch to him.

"Paddle lake save chicken, bring Southerners," he said in Thainan language with a strong common tongue accent, amusing Zhang Sicheng.

These guys have their fears too, truly one thing suppresses another.

"Respected His Excellency Malin! I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop these loudmouths!" The dwarf officer was adept at throwing blame onto his opponents’ heads, and it seemed his opponents didn’t mind having the blame fall on them.

However, when facing Malin Gaiate, who emerged wearing a red robe of Prince Farole, the pointed-eared half-blood swiftly holstered his gun: "His Excellency Malin, I am Roben Farian from the Copenhagen Gendarmerie headquarters, representing the military. Is it truly as all the commanders have stated that you didn’t leave the frontlines all day yesterday?"

Zhang Sicheng frowned because he sensed Spiritual Energy. Is this... a Truth-seeking Spell?

No, could it be detecting lies here?

Is something the matter? Zhang Sicheng thought—if nothing happened on this front, then surely something occurred elsewhere. This pointed-eared half-blood said he came from Copenhagen? What happened there related to His Excellency Malin?

That’s not right, either. If it truly involved His Excellency Malin, this half-blood wouldn’t ask in such a roundabout way; he would address the issue directly instead of through this indirect method.

In other words, they have no evidence.

No evidence, and they also dare not ask directly; it looks like someone in the Northern Kingdom’s military wants to verify the truth, and others do not want to sever ties.

With this thought, Zhang Sicheng handed the torch given to him by the half-human to Zhao Xian’en, who probably had been awoken by the previous shouting match.

"What’s up, Uncle Sicheng?" the young man asked.

"Just watch, it’s their family affair," Zhang Sicheng replied and gave the young man a stern look—the kid was overly familiar with Malin Gaiate, and he didn’t want his young apprentice rushing in to help just because the other side was in trouble, especially since the current situation was not one where his foolish apprentice needed to show his face.

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