Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The school official who was standing on the spot shouted condescendingly: "Trash! The smuggling caravan of Nuo University disappeared in your jurisdiction! Did you, his mother, neglect your duty or have you colluded? Speak!"

The second lieutenant said nothing, his eyes almost bursting with flames.

The guard next to the colonel noticed the second lieutenant's eyes. He moved forward lightly holding his horse's ribs, and stood between the second lieutenant and the colonel indifferently, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand.

The colonel thought that Ma Qian was just an incompetent low-level officer. He did not realize that he was facing a spellcaster on the verge of losing control.

Winters Montagne is about to lose control.

From the moment he was escorted to Plato, Winters's negative emotions had been accumulating, and even he himself was not aware of it.

Even in the toughest days on the islands, he was surrounded by people who supported each other. But in Wolf Town, he only has himself.

This is the moment when his willpower is at its weakest. As long as the school officer performs any hostile behavior next, the Venetians' remaining rationality will completely evaporate, leaving only violent and cruel instincts.

The war horse keenly felt the burning anger and moved its front legs uneasily.

Little Ms. Mitchell also subconsciously hugged Mr. Montagne’s arm.

The colonel noticed that the second lieutenant's clenched fists also sparked an unknown fire. Just as he was about to continue teaching the dissatisfied young officer in front of him, some inexplicable intuition stopped him from taking action.

Many figures came running from Mitchell Manor.

Hearing Ms. Mitchell's scream, the Dussacs picked up the guy and rushed out. The one running at the front was Sergey. The old man was holding a sickle he picked up from somewhere.

When he got closer, Sergey realized that something was wrong.

Even if Dussac doesn't recognize his mother, he won't recognize his military uniform. Old Sergei cursed secretly: This guy is an officer, and he's a high-ranking official.

Sergei Morozov was a Dusak who was not afraid of anything, but his calves became weak when he saw an officer's uniform.

But now he can only bite the bullet.

The old man plucked up the courage to stand next to the second lieutenant. He swallowed unconsciously and yelled with anger and guilt: "Hey! What are you going to do?"

The school officer snorted disdainfully and gestured to the guard beside him, without even looking at the farmer in front of him.

Little did he know that his gesture made Sergey feel a lot more at ease.

Dusak ran over one after another from behind, and everyone was shocked when they saw the school officer uniform. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to speak.

The school officer's guard grabbed the silver whistle hanging around his neck, put it to his lips and blew it hard.

The cavalry team outside the manor also discovered that something was wrong inside. When the sharp whistle sounded, the cavalry quickly approached the commander.

Except for a small number of cavalrymen who went straight to the scene along the road, the rest of the cavalrymen jumped over the fence and surrounded them from both sides. They galloped through the soybean fields without any scruples, and patches of soybeans were trampled and crushed.

The smaller cavalry side surrounded the Dusaks.

This is a real team of cavalry, not horsemen or mounted infantry, but cavalry who have received strict combat training.

Their swords are not hung casually on their waists, but are sandwiched between the horse's back and thighs, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The cavalry moved forward little by little, compressing the space of the Dussacs. The Dusaks holding farm tools were a little flustered, but not out of control yet.

Old Dusak Alexey slowly approached Sergei, bit his ear and said to the old man: "Vladiminovich, did you see it? At least there are half a squadron!"

"I'm counting, but there's not half a squadron." Sergey replied anxiously: "More than thirty horses, only one platoon."

"What to do?"

"How the hell did I, his mother, know!"

While the Dusaks were whispering, several figures rushed over from the manor.

"I am the mayor of this town." The crowd involuntarily made way for the visitor, and Gilad walked up to the school official's horse: "What can Langtun Town do for you?"

Gilad was breathing heavily, apparently running wildly after hearing the news. Seeing Captain Mitchell arriving, the Dusaks let out a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in their hearts fell to the ground.

"Are you the mayor?" The school official glanced at the sturdy man in front of him.

"Yes."

"Did you know that a large group of smugglers crossed the Bighorn from Wolftown yesterday?"

"This...I don't know"

"The officers stationed in Wolf Town have neglected their duties." The colonel said coldly: "Have you ever made any reports?"

Gilad's expression froze.

"Your Excellency, Colonel, I cannot agree with your statement." Another voice with a slight accent came from the crowd: "Everyone present and all the squires in this town can testify that Mayor Mitchell and Montagne are stationed in the town. Officials have always been conscientious and conscientious in their duties, and have never neglected their duties, and of course there is no need to report or expose them."

At some point the old mendicant monk came to Winters. He squeezed Winters' arm calmly and took the riding crop out of Winters' hand.

The old monk walked up to the school officer and handed over the riding whip with a friendly smile of a clergyman on his face: "I am Brother Rhett from this diocese. I don't know how to call you Colonel."

"I'm not a colonel, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Custer." The lieutenant colonel took the riding whip and shook it a few times, and asked with a sneer: "I am conscientious and conscientious, so I didn't even notice the large group of smugglers crossing the border. That is Did you collude in advance to pretend you didn’t know?”

"The Bighorn River in Langtun is more than 70 kilometers long, and there are large areas of uninhabited wasteland along the river bank. How can Second Lieutenant Montagne take care of such a long river by himself?"

"Although the river is long, there are only three wading areas."

"But the three river crossing points are at least 20 kilometers away from each other. The northernmost river crossing point is even more than 40 kilometers away from here. It takes a whole day to go back and forth, but it is closer to Blackwater Town." The old monk hid the needle in his hand and said: "If you think Lieutenant Montagne can deal with this group of smugglers by himself, why do you bring your elite subordinates here?"

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was speechless.

At this time, a large number of people came from the manor, and the farmers harvesting tobacco also noticed something strange at the gate of the manor.

I heard that an unknown group of people had detained Mayor Mitchell and Lieutenant Montagne. The villagers and hired workers clamored and came to help with farm tools.

For the scattered farmers, quantity means confidence, and now is the time of year when there are the most people in Mitchell Manor.

Because of the herd mentality, more and more men and women gathered and rushed towards the manor, and those Dusaks who were not able to arrive at the scene at the first time also came over on horseback.

There was a huge crowd of people all of a sudden, and the momentum was a bit scary.

Not only Lieutenant Colonel Custer and his cavalry, but also Girard and Dussac were shocked, and things became increasingly difficult to end.

Brother Reid looked at Gilad: "Mr. Mitchell, please take a few people to persuade everyone to go back. Time is precious, don't waste the opportunity to collect tobacco leaves."

Gilad was stunned for a moment, then nodded and left in a hurry with a dozen old Dussac.

"Your Majesty, Lieutenant Colonel, according to you, the smuggling caravan has passed through the border. It is meaningless to argue about who is responsible. The most important thing is how to solve the problem, isn't it? Is there anything else that Langtun can provide for you gentlemen? Please feel free to say so." The old monk looked at Custer again and said in a relaxed tone: "You know, our jealous Wolftun people have always been at odds with the smugglers. We wish we could eat their flesh and wear their skins."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was silent for a while and said with a cold face: "Please provide me and my men with a place to live, and we will provide food ourselves. Our horses need to rest in a covered place, and do not feed fodder randomly. Need to feed concentrate."

The lieutenant colonel's several requests were not complicated, and the old monk agreed wholeheartedly.

Custer gathered the cavalry together: "Those guys can't run very far. Recharge your batteries here tonight and catch up with them tomorrow!"

After dismissing the farmers who wanted to help, Gilad returned to the main entrance, and Brother Rhett explained it carefully to him.

Girard nodded while listening, and then led Lieutenant Colonel Custer and the cavalry to stay overnight in another manor with a vacant house.

"What's your name?" Lieutenant Colonel Custer asked the second lieutenant before leaving Mitchell Manor.

Winters has regained most of his sanity, but his anger has not subsided: "Winters Montagne."

"Military rank?"

"second lieutenant."

"I remember you, Lieutenant Montagne." The lieutenant colonel pointed the riding crop at Winters's nose: "Aren't you unconvinced? Bring all the men you can find to follow me tomorrow. I want to watch. Let’s see how capable you are.”

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Custer walked away without looking back.

The lieutenant colonel's guard took a deep look at Winters and then rode away.

"According to the commander, we will set off before dawn." Sergey discussed with other old Dusaks by himself: "We have to inform Dusak from door to door tonight. Let's go look for it separately. We must Everyone is notified, let the young and old men prepare their horses tonight."

Alexey shook his head a few times: "Do you want to inform the farmers? Call the militiamen from other villages to come. There will be more people."

"What a bullshit!" Sergey didn't save any face for his old brother: "Then all the officers have four legs. Does the farmer have a horse? Can he chase with two legs?"

Alexey closed his mouth in a sullen voice.

Sergey smacked his lips and continued: "It may take more than one day to go back. When notifying the old and young men, tell them by the way, ask the mother-in-law to prepare some dry food and water belts, and prepare it for three days."

While Sergey was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that Lieutenant Montagne was still around, and it was him who made the decision.

He quickly looked at Winters: "Second Lieutenant, I have no intention of interfering. You have the final say whether you want to call the farmer's militia. If you say yes, I will inform them and they will all listen to you. But in fact, we have Dusak is enough, I promise to earn you face, but bringing it with you will be a hindrance..."

"No need to notify you." After saying that, Winters also left.

Alexey looked at the bean field in front of him and sighed: "The officer's men are really good at equestrian skills. They can jump on the one-meter-high fence at will... But it's a pity that these beans are almost ripe..."

…

Early next morning.

The sky turned from black to gray, and started to turn blue little by little.

"Fuck! What? Ran away?" Lieutenant Colonel Custer was so angry that he yelled: "[Plato expletive]!"

"It can't be said that he ran away." Old Sergey looked embarrassed: "It's just that he can't be found."

"Then, didn't his mother just run away?" The furious Custer punched the wooden post: "Don't that little bastard have a backbone? Didn't he just run away? Run away? Damn!"

The Dusaks stood nearby, all looking at the ground, none of them dared to raise their heads.

Custer swung his sword and shouted: "Chase him! Get him back! He neglected his duty and left his post without permission! I will kill him!"

The guard of the lieutenant colonel cautiously reminded: "Sir, we still have to chase 'that thing'... The Veneta man can't run far. Send someone to send the news to Gevaudan and let others catch it."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer became more and more angry as he thought about it: "Who was the last person to see Winters Montagne yesterday?"

The Dusaks looked at each other and exchanged information with each other. Finally, the blacksmith Misha called over. The old blacksmith did not participate in the hunt because of a leg injury.

"Were you the last to see the deserter Montagne?" asked the lieutenant colonel.

The old blacksmith scratched his head: "Sir, I don't know if I am the last to see the second lieutenant."

"What does he want from you?"

"Take his custom-made sword."

"Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"I have no idea."

Custer knew that he couldn't ask anything from the blacksmith, so he gritted his teeth and asked, "You are all protecting him, right?"

"No, how dare I." The old blacksmith waved his hands repeatedly.

Custer let out a furious roar and cut the wooden ladder next to him into two pieces with a sword.

"You wait, when I catch him, no one who protects him will be able to escape!" Castor glanced at the Dussacs hatefully, and he put his sword back into the scabbard: "Let's go!"

"Report to your lord." The old blacksmith scratched his head again: "The second lieutenant seems to have bought a bag of nails..."

…

In the Mitchell Manor, little Ms. Mitchell hugged her mother and cried sadly: "Mom, is Mr. Montagne really gone?"

Mrs. Mitchell patted her little daughter's back and said seriously: "Second Lieutenant Montagne didn't belong here. We shouldn't be sad, we should pray for him. Pray that he can return to his father and mother safely. .”

…

"Hey, why are you leaving?" Sergey held the horse and sighed: "I don't know where to go."

Gilad glared at Sergey: "Stop talking."

"Alas." Sergey had a rare rebuttal to Big Brother: "I just want to give the second lieutenant a ride, why don't we give him a ride?"

…

"Brother Rhett, is Brother Winters really gone?"

The old beggar monk stroked his beard and said calmly: "You have to understand, Pierre. It might be a good thing for Winters to leave. [Selika] You must know that misfortune depends on blessings. , good fortune lies in the shadow of misfortune.”

…

And more people: Father Carman, ponyboy Angelou, little hunter Bell... still don't know the news at this moment.

…

Before setting off, Custer selected three of his men with the best riding skills. He said to the first man: "Take this note to Gevaudan and make sure they send the fastest horses to search for you along the way. "

The lieutenant colonel then ordered the remaining two people: "The Veneta people must be returning to Veneta. You two go directly to notify all the garrison stations on the road to Veneta and ask them to set up checkpoints along the way..."

While Lieutenant Colonel Custer was still giving instructions, he and his cavalry heard an excited shout: "Second Lieutenant Montagne is back!"

"Where?" Custer was furious.

"Over there!" A Dusak excitedly pointed to the hills a hundred meters away: "Rezhik!"

The lieutenant colonel looked up and saw a red horse leaping up from behind the hills and rushing down like thunder. The rider's vision became clearer and clearer, and he was in front of Custer in the blink of an eye.

"Second Lieutenant Montagne!" Custer yelled angrily: "You are leaving without authorization..."

"Boom"

"Boom"

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by two heavy landing sounds.

The ensign took off his saddle bag and threw it in front of the lieutenant colonel.

A head fell out of the bleeding saddle bag and rolled to Custer's feet. The lieutenant colonel lowered his head and looked into a pair of dull eyes.

"The car is on the west side of Fengpingdu. You can move it yourself."

The ensign wiped his nose. After riding all night, he was sweating and windy. He seemed to have a cold.

…

The peace agreement between the Hittites and the Palatuan people stipulates that the Palatuan people will not cultivate the land west of the Big Horn River; the Hittites will not graze the land east of the Red River.

In this way, the two parties maintained a nearly 100-kilometer "no man's land" between each other.

The Dajiao River has become the natural boundary on the west side of Langtun Town.

Thirty kilometers west of Fengpingdu Tushang, Custer found the smugglers' convoy.

The cargo was intact, and the armored corpses were scattered everywhere, but there was nothing around their necks.

Judging from the traces at the scene, what Second Lieutenant Montagne did was very simple: he rushed into the convoy and killed half of the people first, and then started to chase the other half.

Custer's guards became more and more frightened as they watched.

"Sir," the guard said to Custer fearfully, "I think that guy may have really had murderous intentions."

"Fuck!" the lieutenant colonel slapped his legs and yelled, "This bastard didn't even leave me a single life!"

…

Custer's cavalry before setting off from Mitchell Manor.

Custer found Winters, who was washing his hands.

"Get ready. Langtun Town is about to draw a cent, a centurion." said the lieutenant colonel.

The second lieutenant stopped: "Are you threatening me?"

"Boy, I'm returning a favor to you. Now I know that you always know how strong you are when you get slapped." Custer snorted coldly: "Would it have happened today, Wolf Town would have been slapped. This has been a long time ago. It's settled. The sooner you know, the more you can do."

The lieutenant colonel left, but the second lieutenant was still washing his hands vigorously, over and over again.

Winters felt a twinge of fear, not because of the killing, but because of the...peace he felt after the killing.

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