Baumelil Braun squatted by the burning bonfire, cupped his hands, and breathed into his palms.

He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat with patches, and his cheeks, hands and feet exposed from the clothes were red from the cold. Feeling the cold wind around him, he couldn't help but shiver.

As the deputy director of Idar's CIA, this is the first time he has led a team on a mission alone.

So... every plan has undergone countless revisions and corrections, and he himself, personally went deep into the actual control area of ​​Odin's army, to find those usable talents who were scattered everywhere.

In fact, it is not only the tutors who teach the nobles, but also the carpenters, stonemasons, blacksmiths scattered across northern Xinjiang, as well as talents with skills in all walks of life. They are all what Baumelil Braun is looking for during this trip. Object.

As the war in northern Xinjiang intensified and a large number of refugees rushed to flee, what Idarling lacks now is no longer a large number of farmers, but outstanding talents from all walks of life who can stand alone.

Although those commoners such as blacksmiths and carpenters do not differ in the eyes of most nobles, in the eyes of Bruno Stuart, Earl of Idar, they are extremely valuable human resources.

On the earth of the previous life, when Hanscat was defeated, Teddy Bear robbed the cats of their heavy machinery and all kinds of advanced equipment, while Eagle sauce only took away most of the top talents and talents of Hanscat’s family. Technical staff.

Perhaps at the very beginning, the end of the Cold War was already doomed...

Baumelil Braun didn't understand the reason for the order given by Lord Earl, but his conviction with Lord Earl made him do his best to complete the tasks assigned by Lord Earl.

In fact, at the very beginning, this task force led by Baumilil encountered great obstacles.

When the displaced craftsmen and tutors saw these neatly dressed intelligence officers, their minds naturally made up for the appearance of slave traders.

After all... At this moment, the so-called "inviting" them to settle in the eastern part of the empire is really a very difficult reason to be convincing.

Just think about it, when these refugees who live in no fixed place, are hungry and cold, are gradually losing hope in their future life, suddenly a group of people rushed over in enthusiasm, saying what to provide themselves with the best conditions and stability. The residence, and the request is only to settle down with a certain nobleman?

To them, this is 100% slave traders!

Moreover, I still don't want to spend a penny, and I don't want to bear any cost. It's purely that taking advantage of the fire can deceive a slave trader!

Pooh!

So, after repeated obstructions, Baumelil Braun changed his response in time, abandoning the neat clothes he was originally wearing, and changing into coarse cloth clothes with patches. Among this massive group of refugees.

At this moment, his identity is a father separated from his children, running back and forth in the northern frontiers of the empire, looking for his lost family.

And when he successfully integrated into the refugees by virtue of his miserable experience, the recruitment of craftsmen and civilians who were able to read became much smoother.

No, just as Baumilil was warming up the fire, another "prey" came over.

"Hey……"

A middle-aged man with a beard chuckled and greeted him.

"I heard from them. You said before... There is a nobleman in the empire who is willing to take in the refugees and is also willing to provide houses?"

Baumelil turned his head, looked up and down at the man, and said: "Not all refugees will be treated like this. Either they can read or have skills. Otherwise, although they can pass, they only Can rely on one's strength to exchange for a ration."

"I can read! And I can strike iron!" the man said quickly.

"Then go east, I once saw the nobleman-led motorcade near the River Eide, maybe they can accept you..." Baumilil said casually.

"Is it reliable?" The man hesitated.

"It is said that the aristocratic master is different from the aristocrats here, but I have never been there, but...the superior aristocratic master, there shouldn't be any need to deceive us refugees..."

"That's true." The man scratched his head, "By the way...Why don't you go by yourself?"

"The child is lost, walk around and try to get it back..."

Hearing this, Baomi Rilton showed a sad expression. As he said, he gestured again and again with his hands: "It's probably so tall and very skinny. This year is just seven years old~lightnovelpub.net~ on weekdays. Carrying water and..."

As he spoke, tears appeared in Baumilil's eyes.

Seeing such sincere and sincere feelings, the man couldn't help but empathize with him: "Oh...this **** war..."

As they were talking, there was a sudden uproar among the refugees gathered around, and many people became a little panicked.

"What's the matter?" Baumilil frowned.

"It seems to be the cavalry of the Odin!" The refugee who was talking to Baumilil replied in horror.

However, fortunately, this cavalry did not seem to embarrass this group of refugees.

Perhaps there is a task, or it is very clear that these refugees can't squeeze a bit of oil and water. They are riding tall horses and flying towards the east as if flying.

After the danger was lifted, the refugee again approached Baumilil and suddenly said, "Have you heard? The noble lords seem to be planning to concede defeat and settle."

"What?" Baumilil asked in amazement.

The refugee looked around and said cautiously in Baumilil’s ear: "I just heard from the ears, it is said that the Sogn Plain is no longer fighting, and His Royal Highness seems to want to cede all the land on the east side of the empire to the Odins. ..."

"What are you talking about? Where did you cede?" Baumilil was shocked for a while.

"I just listened to what others said. Since I have lost the battle, I must confess the land. The fertile land in the western part of the empire must be reluctant. It is better to give up the wild land in the eastern part of the empire. It is not important anyway... However, Whatever these have to do with us, it's all about the noble lords."

"By the way... You just let me go east. The aristocratic collar you told me shouldn't be in the east, right? I'm still looking forward to getting a house..." the man asked worriedly road.