Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"I didn't do it!" Winters was wronged and aggrieved. He walked one step at a time in the darkness: "I only burned the thief's hair!"

"It's okay, it wasn't you."

"Look at what you said...it really wasn't me!"

"I know, you definitely didn't do it. The fire is far away from here." Bud led the way with two halberds on his shoulders, calmly exonerating Winters.

Winters had a rough day. During the day, he was hit by a thunderbolt from Ike, and at night, a female thief claimed his life. His left shoulder, right arm, and feet were all injured.

The two walked quickly back to their posts at the north gate. The students on duty had already heard the whistle and saw the strange phenomenon in the sky.

They thought it was the patrolling guards who blew the whistle when they saw a fire. The short teacher on the night shift was also woken up and was waiting anxiously at the door for something.

So they were all shocked when they saw Winters return with a bloody arm.

"How?" The short teacher on duty was confused.

"There was a thief. He ran out from the direction of the school and I intercepted him. He used a knife and ran away." Winters had already sorted out his words on the way back.

He decided to be smart and not mention anything related to "fire".

Not to mention women, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings and waste words.

"Who dares to risk their lives and run wild on our Army's territory?" the short teacher on duty was furious.

Winters thought to himself: He is indeed a desperate person, and my life was almost lost.

But the thief had already disappeared, and no one could do anything to her for the time being.

The top priority was obviously to treat Winters' injuries and figure out where the fire started.

The short teacher immediately took Winters to the staff duty room. He took out a fire sickle and tinder cloth to start a fire, but failed to light it after several attempts.

Winters sighed and silently activated the ignition technique.

The oil lamp was on, but the light was still too dim.

The short teacher asked Winters' students to bring over some more oil lamps.

At this time, Winters thought of the dagger owned by the female thief. The dagger was made of metal and could be used as a casting material for the light spell as long as it was not rusty.

He took out the dagger and used the fire-casting gesture to activate Tesla's light spell.

Magic power was poured into the surface of the dagger. After the magic power was injected into the metal, the magic power was released in the form of visible light, and the room was immediately illuminated.

Taking advantage of the light, the short teacher quickly took out a pair of small scissors and took the time to cut open the right sleeve of Winters summer's uniform.

The blood on Winters' arm had solidified, clinging the fabric tightly to the wound.

"But grit your teeth and hold back." The short teacher warned in a low voice: "This must be torn off and cannot be left on the wound. Otherwise, the wound will ooze pus and you will die of high fever."

The [Sovereignty War] that lasted for more than ten years allowed the military to accumulate a lot of experience in dealing with sharp weapon injuries. These experiences were finally summarized and became the teaching content of health classes.

Winters nodded, and the short teacher didn't waste any words.

His heart became cruel and he exerted force on his hands. With a "swish" sound, he tore off the clothing that was stuck to the wound.

Winters almost convulsed in pain, and the previously solidified wound began to bleed again, and the blood kept dripping down his arm and onto the bed.

At this time, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. The sound of hooves came from far to near, and soon stopped at the door of the duty room.

A junior student pushed open the door and came in: "Report! The horse is here."

The guard who was standing guard just now noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky and immediately woke up the short teacher on duty.

The short instructor immediately judged that there was a fire at the port. He led a guard out and ran along the road in the direction of the fire, trying to find out the situation.

As he ran, the short teacher realized that he had made a mistake. The place where the fire broke out was obviously quite a distance away from the school. In what month and year could he run on two legs?

So the two of them ran back in despair.

After returning, the short instructor sent a cadet from the cavalry department to the school stable to lead the horse. While he was waiting anxiously like an ant on a hot pot, Winters and Bud returned to the north gate.

The short instructor ignored the student holding the horse. He first carefully inspected the clothing torn from Winters under the illumination of the light spell, and then carefully examined Winters' wounds.

At this time, Winters could no longer maintain the light spell. The severe phantom pain made him unable to concentrate, and he was forced to exit the spellcasting state.

The dagger dimmed, and the only light source in the room was the oil lamp.

"It's okay, no bones were injured. The weapon that caused the wound was very sharp, and no rags were wrapped in the wound. The cut edge is also very smooth, and it will heal quickly. If there are magic users here, there won't even be a scar. Stay." The short teacher made a confident decision.

He then ordered other students: "Find some clean water, dissolve the salt, and wash his wound without wrapping it."

The short teacher tore off a long piece of cloth from the sheet, looped it around Winters' neck and right hand and tied knots one after another, making a sling similar to that used when a broken arm was broken.

He told Winters: "Don't move your right arm. Don't disturb the wound. It will heal quickly."

After treating Winters' stab wound, the short instructor took a student and hurriedly rode to the port area to scout for the fire.

After the short teacher left, Bud quickly gave Winters some salt water to clean his wound.

But he was also in trouble. Where could he find clean water and salt at night? Thinking that only the kitchen would have these two things, he also went out to the canteen to get salt water.

Only Winters and three juniors were left in the room. Winters and the juniors looked familiar, as did the juniors. The four people stared at each other, and the duty room was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

"Go to the student duty room." Winters decided to change rooms first instead of staying in the staff duty room.

"Squad leader, who could be so ruthless?" A junior officer cadet carefully observed Winters's wounds and asked in fear: "Do you need to use a knife to steal something? Besides, what is there to steal in the school?"

"I thought he was a guy who escaped from bed." Winters touched the edge of the knife and groaned in pain: "But he came up and stabbed me with a knife."

"Do you see what it looks like?"

"My face was covered, so I couldn't see it, but it must be a woman."

"Women?!" The junior students were stunned. In the life of military cadets, except for cooks and washerwomen, there were few opportunities to see other members of the opposite sex, let alone female thieves.

The three of them exchanged glances, tacitly thinking that the monitor might be hallucinating because of his hunger. "It's really a female thief! Bastard!" Winters could tell at a glance what the three brats were thinking.

The female thief was indeed a bit like some kind of erotic fantasy play, but he was sure that the one holding the dagger to kill him was definitely a woman.

He regretted mentioning the word "woman" to his fellow students. Now the students' attention is no longer on the "thief", but is completely attracted by the "woman".

"What happened just now?" Winters asked.

"No, I was on duty just now. Just the same. I didn't hear any strange sounds or see anything strange." A junior officer student shook his head.

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