Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Vasya! Where are you?" Pierre ran down the street, shouting anxiously: "Vasya!"

There are low and simple shacks on both sides of the narrow streets. Many of the shacks don't even have doors, and only a rag is used to block pedestrians from peering into the house.

The road was narrow and there were many people, so Pierre's shouts were drowned out by the cries of vendors along the street.

"Do you want to buy cigarettes? Sir." A dirty child followed closely behind Pierre: "Want to buy? I have very good products. Dry tobacco? Chewing tobacco?"

"Don't buy it!" Pierre replied angrily.

The child refused to give up and continued to pester him: "What about wine? Sir? Ale? Beer? I also have red wine. Just tell me what you want to drink..."

Pierre didn't bother to pay attention to the child. He strode through the streets, shouted, and roughly pushed away civilians who walked slowly.

The innocent pedestrian was pushed almost to the point of falling over. He was about to curse, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the other person's iconic forehead hair, pigtails, and the Dussac knife on his waist.

So the curse words that came to his lips were swallowed again, and turned into a vicious curse in his stomach: "God damn the Tatars!"

…

Since Marshal Ned built the Shuangqiao Camp thirty-one years ago, and in subsequent wars with the Herd tribes, the Shuangqiao Camp has become the core military supplies distribution center of the Plato Republic.

Today's "Shack Street" between the city wall and the camp was originally a slum in Shuangqiao City thirty years ago.

Some people have needs. With the completion and operation of Shuangqiao Camp, hawkers, prostitutes, brokers, black market businessmen... all kinds of people have poured into this cramped, dirty and smelly neighborhood.

Some make a living by servicing the men in the barracks, while others stand outside the barracks sniffing out opportunities to make a fortune.

The jingling silver coins were distributed by logistics officers to soldiers and civilians, and then fell into the pockets of shack street vendors and thugs.

Invisible blood vessels connect Shuangqiao Camp and Slum Street. Nourished by money and blood, Slum Street shows a kind of morbid prosperity.

…

Many soldiers and civilians spent more time in Shack Street than in the military camp, but Pierre rarely came to Shack Street on weekdays.

Now walking on the noisy street, Pierre's eyes darkened. He had no idea which shack the Vashika people were in, and it was useless to call their names along the street.

In desperation, Pierre began to check the shacks one by one:

He opened a door curtain and saw a group of shirtless men gambling, whom he did not recognize;

Another door curtain was opened, and several peasants were removing the feathers of a hen, not here;

Opening another door curtain, a pair of hairy thighs were busy working on a pair of white thighs. Neither the top nor the bottom were Vashika...

Pierre's steps were so fast and urgent that the children behind him had to run to keep up with him.

But the dirty kid couldn't be shaken off like brown candy. He kept asking:

"What about the woman? Sir, do you want a woman? I know exactly which houses on the street have women who are sick and which houses don't have women. Free introduction, no dental fee. Or sir, want to play a trick? I know there is one What a great banker, you can play all kinds of ways!”

A child who is less than ten years old talks about "women", "smoking", "alcohol" and "gambling" all the time. It sounds extremely funny and extremely sad at the same time.

But Pierre ignored him completely. He knew that as long as he responded a little, the little bastard would get worse.

The children on the slum street have poisonous eyes, and they can tell at a glance who is not a regular visitor to this place.

So every time Pierre comes to Shack Street, he will be harassed and annoyed in every way.

Moreover, the hands and feet of these children running around the streets are not clean. Even if they shout "sir, sir," they can steal the underwear of a big-headed soldier if he is not careful.

After losing his money bag once, Pierre always brought his saber whenever he went to Shack Street.

Seeing that Dussac in front of him ignored him, the child who followed Pierre rolled his eyes.

He asked mysteriously: "Sir, do you need money? If you don't want to buy anything, you can sell it. Leather boots, wooden boards, gunpowder, lead, muskets, armor, as long as you dare to sell them, we can't help you." If you dare to accept it, the price is guaranteed to be fair. If you don’t have the goods, you can just use the information to sell them..."

Pierre, who was already restless, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around, drew his saber, and shouted: "I won't buy anything! I won't sell anything! If you dare to follow me again, I will chop you to death with a knife!"

The child was stunned for a moment and ran away.

But after only running a few steps, he stood still and pointed at Pierre's nose and yelled: "You damn Tatar! Maggot-infested Dussac! The bastard of a devil and a donkey! My life is not mine yet." The ball is valuable! When you go to the battlefield and become a lonely ghost, let the crows peck your eyes! Let the wild dogs eat your balls! Let the devil capture you and take you to hell as a [luan] child!"

After spitting out the fragrance, the child made a face, turned around and got into the crowd.

"You little bastard, don't run away!" Pierre was furious and chased after him.

But he couldn't catch him, and could only watch the child disappear into the dark alley of Shack Street.

The helpless and furious Pierre looked up to the sky and roared, attracting the side glances of passers-by and street vendors.

"What's going on?" Vashika didn't even have time to fasten his belt, so he ran out of a shack holding up his pants.

"Hurry back to camp with me!" Pierre, who finally found the man, ignored his anger and grabbed Vasya's arm and said hastily: "A high official is here! The second lieutenant told everyone to assemble."

Vashika was also panicked: "What? Damn it! Where is my belt?"

"Where are Tommen, Guoquan and the others?"

"Hey! They're not with me!" Vashika slapped her thigh: "I'll go look for them with you."

"Let's go!" Pierre raised his legs to leave, but was held back by the captain.

"Pierre, have you brought any money?" Vashika asked coyly, "I haven't paid yet."

Pierre sighed helplessly and reached for his belt.

After groping for a few times, his expression suddenly changed: "My wallet! You damn little bastard! He stole my wallet again!"

Under the belt where the wallet should have hung, it was now empty.

The leather cord holding the wallet had been cut by a sharp knife.

…

After Vashika and Pierre found the other three people on Shack Street, they hurried back to the camp.

But it was still too late. Lieutenant Colonel Jessica had already returned from the headquarters with three second lieutenants. Three centurions stood in an orderly queue in the open space.

It was impossible to sneak in, so Vashika and the others had no choice but to get closer.

"Ten lashes for each person." Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed Dragon gave the verdict coldly, without asking where they went: "Enlisted."

The five Dusaks breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the queue.

To be honest, rather than stand in public and be humiliated, a few people would rather be whipped a few times, which would be more comfortable.

After that, other militiamen came back one after another. Lieutenant Colonel Jashka treated everyone equally and gave them ten lashes.

It took nearly two and a half hours for the three centurions to assemble, and the lieutenant colonel also led everyone to stand on the small school field for two and a half hours.

With everyone present, the next step should be a lecture from the new commander, but John Jessica saved all of this.

"The execution will be carried out before the sun sets." The lieutenant colonel looked at the three centurions under his command with his single eye: "The three of you do it yourself and are responsible for organizing your own soldiers. If there is a centurion, add five lashes and replace them."

He then disbanded three Centuries.

But even after receiving the order to disband, the team still stood where they were, with no one moving. Everyone always feels that some link is missing, and they don’t know if they should go.

The militiamen felt baffled, but the three second lieutenants were already a little surprised by the new boss's style.

…

You know, the first thing Colonel One Eye said after meeting the three of them was, "How did you three end up commanding the militia?"

"What do you mean? Asking questions knowingly?" After hearing this sentence, many thoughts flashed through Winters' mind: "A show of force? A provocation? Do you want to deliberately provoke us?"

All "orthodox" officers are aware of the embarrassing situation of the Veneta second lieutenant in Plato.

[Note: "Orthodox" refers to officers from the Army Officers Academy, also known as academics or academics. Different from the army officers who come from the temporary officer training course and the frontline promotion, it is difficult for the latter two to be promoted to the rank of colonel]

In any case, there is still a sense of alumni friendship, so although the Plato Army will never compromise in principle, most of the seniors still take good care of people like Winters.

To be fair, being the town official in the newly reclaimed land is actually a very comfortable and comfortable position. With great power and few restrictions, he is like an aristocratic lord in the local area.

It was considered a favor for non-professional officers to have a position as a garrison officer for their retirement, and it was a sign of mercy that the Veneta people were not allowed to shovel horse manure like Lieutenant Mason.

In the vast country of galloping horses, the seniors Winters met patted him on the shoulder and comforted him kindly: "Be patient, hold on, and you can go home when the matter is resolved."

"How did you end up commanding the militia?"

This was the first time that I was questioned face to face with such words and punched in the face without mercy.

The three lieutenants made eye contact, but no one answered.

There was no need to speak. Seeing Andre's twitching nose and twitching cheeks, Winters knew that Andre was already furious and was only one step away from exploding on the spot.

Winters bumped Andre's shoulder indiscriminately.

The words that were about to blurt out, "This, he, are not nonsense, are you still blaming us for our incompetence?" were shoved back into Andre's throat.

But at this time, the lieutenant colonel asked again: "Why don't you say anything? You guys are also from Luyuan after all. How did you end up competing for your job with the officers of the Zayuan?"

[Note: Officers from the Miscellaneous Academy correspond to officers from the Army Academy and refer to professional officers who are not graduates of the Army Academy]

Winters had only one thought: It's over, Andre is going to explode.

Lieutenant Montagne's thoughts suddenly drifted to "working as a duel assistant for Andre" and beyond.

An unhurried voice sounded in the room: "Serving the country, there is no distinction between high and low. But your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, didn't you also fall to command us?"

Andre was stunned and Winters was shocked.

Unexpectedly, it was Bud, the mildest of the three, who spoke first and spoke back.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica was stung, but he wasn't angry at all.

"It's not a fall, it's a promotion." He showed a smile and said nonchalantly: "I'm worse off than you are. I just came home from an overseas military zone."

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