Iron Powder and Spellcasters: Chapter 223 Rush

Chapter 223 Rush

"The brothers who came back from the wasteland don't need me to say more! The people of Wolf Town don't need to talk nonsense! Let me introduce you to the rest of you!"

Pierre stood on the boulder and gave a passionate speech to a group of bandits, no longer the decadent and lazy look just now:

"This is Captain Winters Montagne! Champion of Plato! The best centurion! The Montagne centurion is back! We brothers have nothing to fear! The Montagne centurion I'm back! Qing..."

Pierre spoke vigorously, but Dixon's face was getting whiter and whiter.

From the moment that the centurion and Pierre recognized him, Guohuan wanted to run away.

But he couldn't escape, and he was being watched closely. Even if he went to pee, there were two Dussacks behind him.

After a brief but not intense ideological struggle, Guoquan knelt down with a plop and begged: "Sir, I am a peasant. I can't survive until I become a robber, please forgive me!"

Winters raised his eyebrows slightly: "You get up and talk."

Ke Guohuan's knees were nailed to the ground, and he wanted to kiss the corner of the centurion's coat.

Pierre stopped in front of the pot ring and announced with a stern face: "Montagne Centurion is back, and this group of people has nothing to do with you. You go away."

"I... can really go?" Guoquan asked tentatively with mixed feelings.

"roll!"

This time is really a dilemma, staying is a death, leaving may be a death.

Pierre waved his hand and told the other bandits: "Those who don't want to stay can leave!"

Hesitating again and again, Guoquan gritted his teeth and decided to gamble: "Thank you for your kindness, I still don't want to be a robber!"

The pot ring concluded that to stay is to die. And he was so used to it that he didn't want to listen to the centurion.

The chaos of the new reclaimed land, as long as you can walk away, you can easily pull up a group of people.

Seeing that Guoquan is leaving, and there are a few others who are leaving, they are all old brothers of Guoquan.

"Go away." Pierre waved his hand.

Guoquan thanked him a lot, took a few steps backwards and turned to run.

But as soon as he turned around, Pierre's saber fell.

The sharp steel blade circled in an arc, severing the left shoulder, only slightly stagnant at the position of the bone. In the end, a terrifying cross-section was left, and blood spewed out from the cross-section.

Pierre threw his saber, wiped away the blood, and sheathed it.

Other veterans also shot up and killed the habitual bandits who wanted to leave.

Winters was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

He called together twenty-two "gangsters", along with thirteen of his fighters.

Looking at everyone's grey faces, Winters started his first speech.

"According to the new land reclamation law." His tone was steady, but his voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears: "Gather a crowd to block the road and loot, the first offender will be sentenced by round, and the accomplice will be hanged."

Everyone's expressions are even darker, who doesn't know this?

In the new land, being a bandit is a dead end. If it is not cornered, no one will come to defect to the gang.

Winters spoke again: "But my appointment as the town officer of Wolf Township is still in effect, so from this moment on, I have recruited all of you as members of the Militia Team of Langtun Township in New Reclaimed Land.

You must obey my authority and be bound by military law from now on. Not only are you no longer a bandit, you are no longer a farmer, it is your responsibility to exterminate the bandits now. "

People from Wolf Town have red eyes, they are like grass without roots, and they live in fear of the future every day.

The appearance of Montagne's resident magistrate is like a wooden board in front of the drowning person. He is the afterimage of the past world, which makes people recall the good old days.

But there was nothing but numbness and indifference in the expressions of the farmers elsewhere, who did not know Winters Montagne.

For them, pot ring? The mayor? Centurion? It's nothing more than a change of person to drink porridge, what difference can it make?

Winters' eyes met each of them in turn: "I promise you. One day, you can lay down your weapons, pick up your plow again, and go back to the golden wheat fields, to your mothers, wives, and children. I promise you this, please keep in mind."

His voice was calm, but there was a strange power in it, as if he could really fulfill his promise.

No matter how numb the farmer is, his heart is slightly touched like a needle at the moment.

The smell of soil, golden wheat fields…

is so close and out of reach, it seems to be a very distant memory.

…

Winters reunites with his warriors, and they have endless things to say to each other.

The pony Anglo hugged Winters' arm, crying and laughing for a while, but wouldn't let go.

Pierre brought a young man to Winters, and said happily: "Look, who I brought you!"

Winters couldn't help laughing just by looking at it.

The young man in front of and the blacksmith Bellion were carved out of the same mold, and no one would admit it wrong.

It's just that Berian is taciturn, honest and cautious, and the young man in front of him has a kind of naughty and agility unique to young people.

Winters asked the lad, "Your father's name is Alexander Sawyer, isn't he?"

The young man was startled and looked at Pierre bewildered.

"Don't tease him." Pierre patted the young man on the shoulder: "I met Carlos in another group, and when he looked like this, I knew who he was. So I took him too. By your side, take care."

"Do you know my brother too?" Carlos asked.

The surrounding warriors all laughed.

"How can you not know each other?" Winters also smiled happily, he turned to ask Pierre: "Where is Berrian?"

The laughter disappeared.

Pierre's expression became a little gloomy: "Under Arpad, he is a blacksmith and is under strict supervision. And my father, and many others, are under Arpad. But where exactly, I I don't know. Still alive? I don't know either."

"Have to find a way to get them back." Winters sighed.

Pierre cheered up, slapped his thigh and said, "Anyway, when you're back, we have nothing to fear!"

The others also nodded.

Winters remembered something very important, and he asked Carlos seriously: "How are you...cooking?"

"No, no." Carlos waved his hand desperately: "I always eat what my brother makes, I won't."

"Oh." Winters was quite regretful and asked in a loss: "Then you can strike iron?"

"Yes, since I was a child, my craftsmanship is far worse than my brother."

"Pierre, let him fix the ordnance, don't let him use the sword."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Carlos suddenly became anxious: "Why don't you let me use a sword? I also have two arms and two legs! No worse than others!"

Pierre slapped the boy on the back of the head: "Presumptuous! The captain is taking care of you!"

Carlos did not recognize the new Centurion Montagne, but he respected Pierre and went quiet.

"When did I become a captain?" Winters wondered.

"Don't you know? Oh... you really don't know." Pierre said with a smile: "Posthumously awarded! There was also a grand ceremony. All officers who died in action were promoted to one level. have to."

Since Winters Montagne was already killed, there were no restrictions.

When he got the [Grand Cross of the Knight's Sword], he could be promoted to one level by convention.

"Die for the country", and then be promoted to one level.

So the "First" Republic of Palato generously awarded Winters the rank of captain posthumously - at that time the Blue Rose and Red Rose hadn't split.

It's just that Winters is still alive, so there is a problem with his rank identification.

But who cares? Winters didn't care anyway.

"Tell me about your affairs." Wentesla and Pierre sat in a circle: "Tell me all."

Big guy, you said, and I spoke, talking about the hardships and dangers of returning from the no-man’s land, the suffering of staying in the Shuangqiao Camp, and the process of escaping back to Wolf Town.

As for the ambush of the officers and the pursuers, Pierre did not hide it from Winters.

"This beast, Big Bentine, wanted to kill him." Pierre said bitterly: "This beast has a smart nose, and the smell is wrong, so he ran to Gervodin with his tail tucked."

Winters nodded, Pierre didn't go to Big Bentine to talk to him, he also wanted to talk to Big Bentine.

"Then we wandered around in various gangs, not too far from Wolf Town. Occasionally we can go home and have a look and bring home something to eat." The more Pierre said, the quieter his voice became. One day."

Everyone was silent, they had sabres, but they didn't know where to cut.

Rebellion against the authority that rules the land? They don't have that courage yet - and that's courting death.

"What do these gangs feed and drink? Robbery travelers?" Winters asked patiently: "How much property can a traveler have on him?"

Others were still confused, Pierre had already understood what Winters meant, he said helplessly: "Don't look at the pot ring that looks like a pot ring, that guy is very ghost, and he is also very good about the doorway above. Understood. He only robs travelers and merchants on the road, and at most blackmails the farms, and never runs into the head of the conscription team! Stay far away."

According to the laws of the newly reclaimed land, it was the duty of the local towns to hunt down robbers.

If there is bandit trouble in Wolf Town, Wolf Town will take care of it; if there is bandit trouble near Gervoudan, Gervoudan will take care of it.

There is only one situation in which the New Reclamation Corps will send out a gendarmerie, and that is when bandits have taken the Corps' head.

As a senior robber, Guoquan never touches the recruiting team.

As long as he doesn't provoke the new reclaimed land army, there is really no one who can get him just by relying on the local security forces that are on the verge of collapse.

With this little cleverness, Guoquan has been a robber for many years safely.

But the wicked have their own grind, and the pot ring has now been buried.

Winters counted, and all he could really rely on were his thirteen "veterans".

Among the other twenty-two people, the people of Wolf Town may be able to trust them, and the rest are all at the level of rushing up and rushing away.

Winters didn't want to command them at all, but if he dismissed them all, he would reunite with them in another group of gangsters tomorrow.

Winters thought: "They have to find a way out."

"It's okay." He couldn't say anything depressing, so he tried to say with confidence: "I have a solution."

…

"crunch."

This is the sound of the wheels turning.

A convoy was slowly moving forward on the road. In addition to horses and mules, there were also oxen and donkeys pulling the cart.

Wheat in sacks and straw baskets, fruits and vegetables that are not yet fully ripe, and all the grain that can be scavenged on the cart.

even includes two yowling piglets and a goat.

The men escorting the convoy were armed and looked like soldiers.

But they all looked listless, with their shoulders drooping and their hands hanging down, they just walked with their heads down.

The same goes for the drivers, who waved their long whip carelessly, and even the tip of the whip looked reluctant.

They have returned from Wolf Town with a full load and are on their way to Gervodin.

There were fifty or so **** soldiers, twenty or so coachmen, and only one was elated.

That is the person in charge of this ration team, Sergeant Ivan.

Sergeant Ivan was originally a member of the security team. He was famous for his hot personality and his tendency to beat his wife and children when he was drunk.

The military commander of Gervodin expanded his army, and Ivan also rose to become a sergeant.

There was only one reason for him to be promoted—the superiors thought he was short-tempered, burly, and could hold back the big men below.

"Farmers don't have food? Fucking farts! Peasants are the most **** cunning!" Sergeant Ivan spittled, proudly talking to the ten-man next to him about his experience in collecting grain: "If you want grain, you won't give it. I want wheat, no! Open the cellar and see that it's all flour! Wheat! You have to put a knife on their necks to be honest!"

The ten commander next to him smiled wryly and nodded repeatedly, saying yes, he can't afford to offend this savage man.

The team walked very slowly, returning from various villages and towns to Gervodin, ranging from one or two days to four or five days.

Therefore, military stations were set up along the route of the Gervoudan garrison - this is also a common strategy of the Palatine Army.

"Work harder!" Sergeant Ivan yelled at the big-headed soldiers: "You can rest when you get to the military station!"

Until dusk, the military station appeared in front of me.

It is said to be a military station, but it is actually a circle surrounded by a wooden fence on a flat open space, and then a few shacks are built.

So that the cattle and horses will not run out, and give the recruiting team a place to spend the night.

Sergeant Ivan walked into the station and saw four big-headed soldiers around a table having dinner and chatting.

They seemed to be having a good time chatting and laughing from time to time.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sergeant Ivan looked bad.

The young ten commander stood up to greet him.

Sergeant Ivan was even more angry when he saw that there were still wine bottles on the table: "Damn! Are you still drinking?"

"Oh." Ten Commander scratched his head: "Let's put it away."

"Where is the original person at this military station?" Sergeant Ivan twisted his brows into a knot.

"Ran."

The intuitive consequence of forcibly recruiting soldiers is a large number of deserters.

The New Reclamation Corps currently relies entirely on the joint method to maintain discipline, which also leads to the entire ten-man team fleeing together when a deserter appears.

Sergeant Ivan is also not surprised by this.

"You can take a closer look at me at night." Sergeant Ivan scolded with a cold face: "If I find out my soldiers have run away tomorrow morning, you have to sit even!"

Ten Commanders nodded heavily.

"Get us some water!" Sergeant Ivan sat at the table carelessly: "Leave the wine bottle."

We don't have to wait until tomorrow morning, when Winters copped the ration team that night.

The impolite Sergeant Ivan was beaten by a sack over his head, and then **** tightly.

When the sack was removed again, Sergeant Ivan found him surrounded by three masked men.

These three masked men are Winters, Pierre and Vashka. Because of the accent, it was Pierre who received Sergeant Ivan at the military post.

"You guys are so brave! Sergeant Ivan yelled: "Do you know who you robbed? The gendarmerie will arrest you one by one and smash your bones inch by inch..."

Pierre raised his fist and slapped him twice: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Hey!" Winters patted the sergeant's cheek: "Look at me, who's the head of Geraldine now? Talk!"

Sergeant has been slapped twice in the face and has been knocked unconscious. He heard someone complaining in a daze: "You kid, why is it so important to start?"

A bucket of water was quickly called and poured down on Sergeant Ivan.

"Who is the head of Gervodin? Talk!"

"Ro...Major Ronald..."

"Why does he want so much food?"

"do not know…"

"Is he a red rose or a blue rose?"

"neither…"

"Neither?" Winters' eyes narrowed: "Who is above Major Ronald."

"do not know…"

Winters raised his chin, and Pierre stepped forward and slapped again: "You don't know?"

"I..." Sergeant Ivan felt a lump in his mouth, his teeth were knocked out: "...I really don't know..."

"How many soldiers does Geraldine have now?"

Sergeant Ivan rolled his eyes and fainted.

"What to do?" Pierre was completely dumbfounded.

Winters had a splitting headache: "Who made you punch you?!"

"Then I wake him up?"

"Come on, he's no different from everyone else, can't see anything. Take him away."

…

Later, the soldiers of the **** team who were still in a confused state were called together by the masked people. Their weapons had been taken away and their hands were tied behind their backs.

"Go north along the road!" The masked man headed coldly shouted: "Whoever dares to turn back will be killed!"

The soldiers of the **** team were dazed at first, but suddenly they swarmed north along the dirt road.

"Let's go too." Winters tore off the veil: "Don't wait for the gendarmerie rangers to catch up."

Angelo asked inappropriately: "Does Gervoudan have a ranger?"

…

Twenty carts and more than fifty people's weapons fell into Winters' hands.

When set the car, Wasika said excitedly: "This is really a big business! It's so much better than robbing passers-by and robbing farms!"

"Isn't this still a bandit?" Samukin was a little unhappy.

"Why bother with so much?" Vashka touched the healed wound on the back of his head: "The sky is falling and the centurion is supporting it, so you should just follow."

Ever since he ran away and was stabbed in the back of the head, Vashka has always been a little afraid of Winters.

On the other side of , Winters is also lamenting: "Isn't this still a bandit?"

"What are you talking about?" Pierre did not understand.

"I said." Winters said word by word: "With this vote, we can organize the team well."

Pierre said happily: "Okay! Now this is the bandit! It should be sorted out. But why not include them? Isn't this more than fifty people ready-made?"

"Is that a warrior?" Winters also began to educate Pierre: "That's fifty mouths!"

A series of footsteps echoed on the road to the north, and Winters and Pierre looked at each other—someone was approaching the barracks!

The veterans quickly drew their weapons and jumped on their horses.

Soon, they brought back three Gervodan soldiers with their hands tied behind their backs from the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Tesla put on the mask: "Want to die?"

"Mr. Montagne!" One of the soldiers called out Winters' surname: "Take us away!"

He explained quickly: "I recognized your soldiers early in the morning! I recognized them when I entered the station! So I didn't break it. I'm not your soldier, but I've seen you. I'm with you. After fighting, I also came back from the wasteland! You take us away! We don't want to work for Gervodin!"

"Come on." Pierre imitated Winters' tone and lamented: "Three more mouths."

"Wrong." Winters patted Pierre on the shoulder: "There are three more soldiers."

[Updated the character card of Winters, at the end of the second volume, welcome to add books]

[Thanks to the two leaders, there is no way to repay, only to add more.

At present, there are three chapters to be added, and there are two more chapters after this one, but please wait.

Because I have a habit of revising while writing. So it's best to keep a chapter for the manuscript, so that I can revise it the next day and send it out.

So it is tentatively scheduled to resume the update next Monday, this chapter is an update. ]

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