You know, this is Europe.

There is a tax in Europe that was never seen in the Ming Dynasty and has never been heard of before, the window tax!

In other words, the tax collector collects taxes based on how many windows each house has.

Many poor families without money have only one hole, which is the door. Some families even open the front door into a big door in order to let the sunlight into the house.

Hebrew homes with many windows were naturally a sign of wealth.

What's more important is that glass was still a luxury item in a small town like this.

Being able to put glass on all the windows is enough to show how wealthy these people are.

"Isn't it a bit... for us to openly encourage robbery?" Batu was somewhat thin-skinned. After all, horse thieves who specialize in robbery do not have a good reputation on the grassland.

"Just tell those gangsters not to bully Ukrainians. We only need the support of the majority of Ukrainians. As for the Hebrews and Poles... haha!

How many Hebrews died in Sevastopol, and how many more died in Kiev.

From the general to the division, no one cares how many Hebrews died. As for the Poles, they harbored those Polish guerrillas against us, and they will naturally be punished.

Besides, it's not our fault.

In recent years, the Hebrews and the Poles have been working together, which has made the Ukrainians suffer.

It has been twenty years, and there are countless cases of bullying of men and women every year. If you go out to hang out, you will have to pay back sooner or later.

Now, it's time to pay back. We are upholding justice!" The old monkey found a perfect excuse for his actions.

Even Batu couldn't fault this excuse.

"Those who want to kill us must be killed first." Ding San slowly swallowed a mouthful of noodle soup and said.

"Okay, anyway, as long as there are no casualties among our people, it's up to you. I'll send a telegram later and ask someone to get some captured weapons and ammunition from the military supplies.

There are a lot of things, and there is no place to put them in the logistics warehouse." Batu nodded, agreeing to the old monkey's idea.

The next day, the engineering companies of the North Korean engineering battalion and the Mongolian battalion fought continuously. Finally, six more wells were drilled, and the station was able to achieve self-sufficiency in water use.

The station is becoming more and more impressive, and the grapple machine has even dug a large underground ammunition depot.

Everything is going according to plan!

At noon, the remaining troops of the Mongolian regiment came to Warren, covering the artillery battalion.

Since then, all members of the Mongolian regiment have arrived.

In the evening, the division sent an airship to transport a batch of captured weapons and ammunition.

They are all rifles, about two hundred of them, and have a basic amount of ammunition.

The teacher said, if you want, you can still have it.

In Kiev, all the ammunition that the French army did not transport was captured by the Ming army. Now, the Ming army is worried about how to arrange these arms.

The report from the division was typed up, and the superiors immediately approved it. They were just afraid that the Mongolian regiment would use too little!

With everything in hand, the old monkey started his action with a smile.

Led by the gangsters he captured a few days ago, Tumenovsky easily captured several gang leaders in Warren Town.

"This star really wants to retire"

It's a bit scary to say that the small town of Warren only has a population of a few thousand, but there are more than a dozen gangs of various sizes, among which there are three gangs that are relatively powerful.

Now their leaders were all forced by bayonets to kneel on the cold ground.

Opposite him was a small Ming army officer wearing big leather boots. The arrogant Tumenovsky behaved like a dog in front of the Ming army officer, barely wagging his tail.

"We invite you here because we want you to do something for us." The old monkey said, and the tongue-talker translated.

The gangster bosses looked at each other in confusion, looking at their bruised faces, what the hell is this called please?

Did this Ming army officer have some misunderstanding about the word "please"?

"I know that you have been bullied miserably by the Poles and Hebrews over the years.

Now I give you a chance to take revenge on them. Even if you kill them and take away their money, I will pretend not to see it.
Chapter completed!