Chapter 1510: Robbery

At this moment, America.

At the front line of No. 1 Position, Captain Gelin's expression was incomparably gloomy.

Bang!

"Kelinxi!"

Captain Gelin slammed his hands onto the table, staring at the two scarlet characters on his plan to rescue his good friend, Captain Qiaozhi.

Rejected.

Instantly, fury burned in his heart, and Captain Gelin's eyes were filled with an angry look.

This result was completely unacceptable to him.

Captain Qiaozhi had sacrificed so much for the cause of Britain, and now that he had been captured, Britain had actually rejected the request without even asking a single question.

Captain Gelin let out a long breath, sat in his chair, and looked at the increasingly cold weather outside the window, pondering a Method in his heart.

Ever since the battle ended, Captain Gelin did not know where the French had taken Captain Qiaozhi.

Without support from Britain, it was almost impossible to exchange for Captain Qiaozhi.

He knew deep down that Britain would absolutely not waste a single bit of resources on a man who was as good as dead.

In their view, if one was captured by the French, there was simply no possibility of survival, and paying anything now would be a waste of time.

But Captain Gelin knew that the French side would absolutely not kill Captain Qiaozhi.

A captain knew too much.

Especially now, during wartime, if they could pry some useful information out of Captain Qiaozhi's mouth, it might even change the direction of this war.

He had to rescue him before Qiaozhi could no longer hold out.

Captain Gelin looked at the map of the French Colonial Area, his eyes filled with unwavering conviction.

Right now, there was only one Method to successfully rescue Captain Qiaozhi: go deep into the enemy camp.

Only in this way could he determine Qiaozhi's location and launch a rescue.

After thinking about it, this plan was very feasible, and the appearance of the French was naturally similar to that of the British.

As for the language, ever since arriving in America, the British and the French had also had a period of peace.

Both sides had even had dealings during that period of peace.

Captain Gelin was very proficient in the French language, so that was not a problem.

Although he was still the person in charge of No. 1 Position, there were no battles in winter, so his position was equivalent to a sinecure.

After confirming the plan, Captain Gelin immediately took action; the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

That same evening, Captain Gelin told his trusted subordinates that he was going to the British Colonial District to continue submitting reports, and told them to control No. 1 Position well during his absence to prevent sneak attacks by the French.

Captain Qiaozhi had to be rescued.

These people were Captain Gelin's trusted subordinates, but some of them were also Captain Qiaozhi's trusted subordinates.

Hearing these words from Captain Gelin, everyone's eyes welled up with tears, and they one after another sent their blessings to Captain Gelin, hoping his plan would succeed.

Setting off the next morning, many people came to send their blessings to Captain Gelin, hoping he would succeed.

When Captain Qiaozhi—【Translator's note: The source text here uses "Captain Qiaozhi" in the subject position, but contextually refers to Gelin's journey】—was halfway there, he changed into French attire and took a detour to enter the Colonial Area from a French path.

Perhaps because the weather had turned cold, the road was very peaceful.

Both beasts and people were very rarely seen.

But Captain Gelin always kept a vigilant heart.

He was disguised as a grain merchant; in winter, the thing most in short supply in America was grain.

Moreover, it was wartime, and to ease the pressure on grain during the winter, both the French and the British would slightly relax the policies of their Colonial Areas.

They attracted merchants from other places to come here to do business, increasing the flow of grain.

This would make it easier for them to get through the winter.

Therefore, a grain merchant was the least suspicious person at this time, even if he were recognized as British.

He could completely claim that he was a grain merchant from Britain.

Captain Gelin drove the ox cart, which was fully loaded with grain; this was all he had prepared.

After not traveling for too long, he finally arrived at the French Colonial Area on the morning of a certain day.

Captain Gelin looked at the French city area and those guarding French Soldiers, and he lowered his hat.

He walked forward and tipped his hat in salute.

After a few French Soldiers inspected him, it was just as Captain Gelin had anticipated; they did not make things difficult for this grain merchant.

They only questioned him briefly.

Then they let Captain Gelin enter the city.

After entering the city, Captain Gelin let out a sigh of relief; the first step was now complete. He looked at the city of the French Colonial Area and took a deep breath; the road ahead would be even harder to walk.

"Hey, you in front, is there grain loaded inside this?"

Just at this moment, a thin and arrogant voice interrupted Captain Gelin's thoughts.

Captain Gelin frowned and turned his head, his face instantly changing into a fawning smile.

Because Captain Gelin saw the group of people standing behind him; there were six of them, all dressed in the attire of French Noble.

Especially the little fatty standing in the middle; he was the one who had just spoken.

He was also the one dressed the most brightly and gorgeously. Although Captain Gelin had spent years in the military, he was also very good at reading people.

He could tell at a glance that this little fatty's status was not ordinary.

Captain Gelin said with a smile: "Yes, this humble one just collected the grain and fodder from outside. Are you interested, my lord?"

The little fatty didn't even lift his eyelids and said indifferently: "I want this cart of grain and fodder. Take it away."

Hearing this, Captain Gelin immediately revealed the standard merchant smile on his face, as if he had just seen his own mother.

"Very good, very good, many thanks for your generosity, my lord."

"This grain is ten Silver Coins." Captain Gelin laughed and reached out his hand to ask for payment.

The little fatty sneered, didn't even glance at him, and turned to leave with the cart of grain.

Captain Gelin was stunned; what was going on? Although he didn't want to cause trouble, this was just too unreasonable.

"Hey, my lord, you haven't paid yet..."

Slap!

Before Captain Gelin could finish his sentence, a heavy slap landed on his face, and Captain Gelin instinctively wanted to raise his hand to fight back.

But he suddenly remembered that he was merely a merchant.

How could a merchant fight back, and these people also looked like French Nobles.

If he hit them, the matter would blow up.

Captain Gelin was knocked to the ground, staring at the little fatty with terrified eyes.

The little fatty stared at Captain Gelin with a smug look and said coldly, "You should go and ask around to see who is in charge here."

"It's my father, Richard!"

"And I am his only son, Ausilige; from now on, I am the one who decides everything here, understand!"

"According to the rules, you must give me a cart of grain, I say so."

Captain Gelin was stunned and immediately cursed, "Isn't this just blatant robbery?"

Ausilige curled his lips upward, looked at him with malicious intent, and said indifferently, "Can't you tell yet?"

"This is exactly what we are doing: robbery."

Hearing this, Captain Gelin was instantly rendered speechless; was the son of the supreme leader of the French Colonial Zone really this shameless?