I could also potentially enlist with the Russians, or travel to another depot and enlist with another faction.
In addition, Russia is at war with Prussia at the moment, and I could probably get in better standing with the Empire by helping them by way of harassing villages in Ostpreußen and assisting their armies in the field. Here's a picture from the last hunt, before I looked at my inventory and realized I had enough francs to go buy myself some better weapons. Rinse and repeat two times, with me hiring some extra troops until my band numbered me + 13 horsemen in between. This time, I caught a few tundra bandits on open ground, and ran them down. Having sold it all in Pskov and earned a fair amount of francs, I upgraded my Recruits to Cuirassiers (and a few to Kazak rank, which gives them a lance instead of sabre), and went out hunting once more. Looted their corpses for anything of value, grabbed a particularly nice hunting musket for myself in case I ever needed it, and then take the rest to sell it in Pskov. So, since I didn't really take a lot of pictures in combat, have a picture of the lads just before the fight that I did take. We won, no casualties, all the bandits dead. went as a fight between six men on horse with sabres and ten men on foot with clubs and pistols usually does. Soon enough, I found a group of highwaymen. No matter, simply to expand my search area then. Petersburg with my 6-strong band of merry lads, only to find there were no bandits. I hired myself some Russian cavalry (to start with, since they're A) much faster than infantry on the march, and B) quite sufficient for hunting lowly bandits with clubs and shitty pistols). Petersburg from the in-game "wander inside city" view.Īnd a picture of a really goddamn rude army recruiter in a snazzy uniform: Troop hiring (whichever one should be focused on the most when hiring fresh troops):īandit Hunting and a mixture of both it is.Īlso, dropping the entire shtick with writing it as a monologue.Īlso, have a picture of St. Grechko left me with a tip that I could go enlist in the Imperial military at the depot to the south. That got me 50 francs, and I managed to nab a nice hunting musket off one of the smugglers. Went decently well, no one died (except the smugglers), though I did take a bullet to the arm. Then Grechko lead a band of customs officer to clean it out, and I joined them. We interrogated the smuggler, found where their hideout was, and reported back to Grechko. Wasn't a very hard fight, they folded like wheat before the scythe in the face of a few cavalrymen. Well, I took what money I had, I hired some locals as cavalrymen and then hunted the group down. As it happened, the good customs officer was apparently looking to bring down a particularly big smuggling ring, and needed someone unknown to catch one of the smugglers and interrogate him without their spies in the customs bureau catching wind of it. He'd been doing a long investigation and was ready to bring the man in when he saw him challenge me to a duel, and decided that "hey, a bullet will do the job just as well as a hangman's knot, with less paperwork". It was Grechko, who explained that he had something to confess.Īpparently, the drunkard I'd shot was some smuggler bigwig or something, and Grechko was a customs officer. "So, a few hours later, I was woken again by a knocking on the door. Did I mention the inn itself, speaking of? Then I went back to the inn and went to bed once more, because it was an ungodly hour to be awake. Poor bastard couldn't aim worth a damn and hit somewhere next county over, and my shot took him straight in the heart. We went to the stipulated place, some empty farmhouse on the borders of town. Just past dawn the next day, Grechko went and woke me up, said it was time for the duel. Then I went to bed, because that was long overdue by that point and I was nearly dead on my feet. I wasn't in any position to say no, and he even offered to supply me a weapon for the duel. Black coat and wide hat, had stood and been all quiet in a shady corner. Can't even have good sensible surnames like we Prussians. And he, drunk that he was, felt this insult to his drunkard pride merited a challenge to a duel, and told me to meet him on the morrow and bring a second. No, I, half-asleep as I was, managed to make some drunkard spill his drink over himself. I was tired so I could've fallen asleep in the saddle at that point, and barely managed to stumble my way into the first inn I found.īut with my luck, I couldn't have stumbled into bed, or anything. 'Course, I wasn't in any position to appreciate it. Seat of the Russian Tsar, capital of the Empire. "So, after a long day of travel, there it was.
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