Iron Powder and Spellcaster

In the temporary medical center, Bud was checking Winters' left ear injury.

The structure of the hearing organ involves anatomical knowledge, and probably only Father Carman within a radius of a hundred kilometers understands it, so Bud can't see why.

"Am I going to become deaf like this?" Winters asked sadly.

"No." Bud comforted: "Major Moritz will not recover as well in the end."

"well."

"It's okay. Bleeding means there is a wound, so don't touch it. Don't worry, it's okay."

After getting Winters settled, Bud began tending to the other wounded soldiers.

According to Army regulations, medical clinics should be established in safe rear areas. But Bud found that the sooner a wounded soldier could receive treatment, the better—even the simplest form of treatment.

So his makeshift medical clinic was set up on the battlefield: the carriage served as an operating table, the stretcher was made of a spear, and the only tools were knives, pliers and suture needles.

While the regular army soldiers were transported back to the main camp for treatment, the militiamen of Jashka Battalion could remove arrowheads, remove lead bullets, and sew up knife wounds in the makeshift medical center.

However, amputation and other surgeries still have to be sent to the Legion Medical Clinic.

Within three minutes, Bud saw Winters running into the medical center again.

Winters asked: "But the major has two ears, and I only have my left ear..."

"It's okay, don't worry." Bud replied while stitching.

"oh."

Three minutes later.

"How do you know it's okay?"

"My guess."

"..."

Another three minutes passed.

"What if I can't recover? Am I really deaf like this? I..."

"No, just don't touch it."

"All right."

Another three minutes passed.

Winters ran into the medical clinic again.

"Please spare me." Bud said with a bitter smile.

"The superiors asked us to clean up the battlefield."

"Do I have to go too?"

"This." Winters scratched his head and said, "You don't have to go."

"Then why are you here?"

"I just want to ask... are you really sure that I'm okay..."

"roll!"

…

Some people say: After the war, there will be heavy rain.

But this time it's different.

The rain had been forecast in advance, and when the sound of fighting gradually disappeared, the sun, which had not been seen for several days, showed its true appearance.

The bright sunshine shines on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth to people.

The raindrops on the grass blades reflect the light, and the wasteland seems to be covered with a layer of gauze.

The battlefield was so beautiful that it felt unreal, with only the cold corpses ruthlessly reminding people of what had just happened here.

The Plato soldiers formed two loose rows and were cleaning the battlefield.

The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to collect usable things, relieve the dying enemies, and ensure that the dead enemies are completely dead.

General Sackler didn't even give him time to rest. As soon as the battle within sight was over, he urged all soldiers who could still move to work.

The Jessica Brigade is also in the queue to clean the battlefield. After several "exercises", everyone has become very proficient in this work - even more proficient than the standing army.

Everyone carries both long and short weapons. When they see the enemy's corpse, they first use the long weapon to strike, and then use a short knife to cut off the ears to record the merit.

Winters rode Strong Luck behind a one-horse carriage.

From time to time, militiamen put bloody armor and weapons on the carriage. There are those from the Hittites and there are those from our own people.

Andre and Mason rode alongside him, chatting with each other.

Winters stroked Qiang Luck's mane and said casually: "Cavalry still has to be assigned to a group. It is best to assign a group to a detachment."

Andre laughed dumbly: "Assemble an infantry detachment with a cavalry detachment? It's better to assign an infantry detachment to the cavalry detachment. You don't count the expenses."

"In other words, it would be useful to mix cavalry and infantry at the group level."

"Nonsense, cavalry is useful at all times. Four legs are faster than two legs. But cavalry must not be scattered and must be concentrated. It can be assigned to the infantry brigade according to the situation." Andre concluded: "The reason why you have This feeling is because we have always fought alone.”

Winters looked at Mason who was thoughtful: "Senior, what do you say?"

"The belt is not enough. If the axle is strong enough, it may be possible to eliminate the need for suspension. But the weight of the artillery and the frame must be reduced." Mason said a word without thinking.

Andre teased: "Still thinking about your daughter?"

Mason didn't blink and asked, "You two just said that cavalry and infantry should be used together, what about adding artillery?"

"The artillery must first be able to keep up with the marching speed, not to mention the cavalry, but at least the infantry, right?" Andre patted the senior's shoulder and said carelessly: "We three little centurions, Why study these?"

"Yes! Why study all this? Don't I still have to raise pigs when I return to Plato?" Mason laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes.

Winters felt sad and whispered to comfort his senior: "Gold will always shine."

Mason smiled and shook his head, saying nothing.

The loose double line moved forward.

Some militiamen waved and shouted: "Sir! There are survivors here!"

"Can you speak?" Andre asked.

"able!"

"Bring it to the Lieutenant Colonel."

Whether or not he can speak is a horizontal line that determines the life or death of a Hurd prisoner.

The Veneta army was relatively restrained in executing prisoners. Don't do it unless necessary.

As for the Platons, they executed the Hud captives without any psychological pressure. Whether or not to keep prisoners depends entirely on transport capacity, the situation of the battle, and the mood of the commander.

Unknowingly, Winters and others were gradually assimilated by the cruel customs of the "border residents".

A green-helmeted cavalryman came running from a distance and asked loudly: "Where is the Jashka Brigade?"

Winters called the messenger over.

The messenger asked respectfully: "Who is Chief Montagne? Who is Chief Mason?"

"What's up?"

"The general wants to see you two."

…

The messenger led the two centurions galloping all the way.

"General?" Winters couldn't help but think wildly: "Arpad? Sackler? Why are you looking for me?"

After arriving at the scene, he discovered that there was a problem with the grammar of the messenger. It was not [general], but [generals].

Arpad and Sackler were surrounded by school officials, including Lieutenant Colonel Jessica.

Winters felt uncomfortable because he found that the school officers were staring at him and Mason, and some were so jealous that their eyes glowed green.

At the same time, he discovered that the two generals were standing on the small earthen bun where Yasin, the white lion, had been shelled.

"You two boys, what are you doing standing around here?" General Arpad waved to the two centurions with high spirits: "Come here!"

This small area looks very tragic, with human corpses and horse corpses lying on the ground. Coupled with the rain and trampling, it has become a quagmire.

The shapeless corpse was soaked in muddy water and had begun to turn white.

Winters' attention was drawn to an arm.

The lone arm stuck in the mud—it appeared to be the left hand—pointed toward the sky.

As for the rest of the body... I don't know where it went.

It is difficult to determine whether the arm is leaving the body or the body is leaving the arm.

Would a butcher be moved by the sight of a slaughterhouse?

Winters didn't know, but he did feel something he couldn't put into words - definitely not guilt, but not joy either.

Arpad held a saber, pointed at the body of the gilded horse, looked at the two of them and asked: "Jesica told me, it was you two boys who killed Yasin with one shot?"

Jessica nodded slightly to Winters.

"We fired the cannon, General." Winters replied calmly: "But the enemy chief Yassin should not be dead."

Arpad clasped his hands and laughed: "The prisoner confessed that Yasin was seriously injured, and he might be dead by now."

The major general kicked the helmet with green feathers stuck beside his feet again, and joked: "Whether Yasin is dead or not, your one shot caused him to bleed profusely. Four thousand captains were killed in one shot! If I hadn't personally counted four Helmet, I thought Jessica was drunk."

"It was Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's command that was appropriate." Mason gave the standard answer.

"Being a member of the Jessica cavalry, he knows how to fire cannons?" Arpad sneered, pointing his saber at a corpse on the ground: "Especially this barbarian, do you know who he is?"

Winters and Mason certainly didn't know that.

The armor of the corpse was so densely riddled with pits and holes made by lead bullets that the whole body almost turned into a honeycomb.

"This man's name is [Borgli], which means owl [owl]. He is Yasin's [Qibuhuahaugkota], which is the commander of the personal guard. If you kill him, it is equivalent to breaking Yasin's arm. .”

Winters had a vague impression that between the first and second shots, it was this person who stood in front of Yassin regardless of his own safety.

He wanted to see the warrior's face, but the owl's facial features had been beaten into disarray.

"You two have made great contributions, and I want to reward you!" Arpad didn't mince words. He said bluntly: "If you were from Plato, you wouldn't even be able to skip three levels. But you are outsiders, and I It’s impossible to directly raise your military rank.”

"Borgli's sword belongs to you." Arpad threw the scimitar he was holding to Mason: "You are from the United Provinces, I will let you go back to the United Provinces."

"And you." Arpad took out a shiny object from between the breastplate and chainmail and threw it to Winters: "This will be yours from now on! Go on!"

The thing that was heavy in my hand was an exquisite wine flask. Flat and square, the corners are polished smooth.

flagon? What's the meaning? Winters is a bit unpredictable.

He didn't bother to think about it. Since Arpad dared to give, he dared to take.

And the Major General was right - only the truth can be so harsh.

If you give me a medal, Winters dares to take it; if I give you a flagon, Winters dares to take it; if I give you gold and silver, Winters dares to take it even more.

But if it were really offered to a school official, Winters wouldn't dare accept it.

…

The military ranks of all republics are the same and the levels are aligned.

Legally speaking, all alliance military personnel are under a large framework.

Even the promotion of officers from various allied countries requires official documents to be sent to the Alliance War Department for approval and goes through a formality process.

According to the rules, the relocation of military personnel is a horizontal transfer. The school officer of Plato is still the school officer when he comes to Veneta.

What kind of thing is it to accumulate merit in Plato and then return to Veneta to serve as an official? Isn't it the same as being roasted on a fire?

On the contrary, Winters is more comfortable now.

Although Arpad's speech was not polite at all. Judging from his actions alone, he had considered it from the perspective of the Veneta people.

…

Here Winters thanked him and put away the wine bottle casually.

Mason raised his head and said suddenly: "General, please let me stay in Plato."

"What?" Arpad raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to go home?"

"I want to, even in my dreams." Mason replied word for word: "But in the United Provinces, I am not as good as an outsider."

Arpad laughed loudly, and other Plato officers also laughed. Only Jashka and a few others did not laugh.

The major general wiped away the tears from his laughter, then his expression suddenly changed, and he asked the surrounding officers in a cold voice: "Why are you laughing?"

Everyone froze in place and remained silent.

"Is what he said wrong?" Arpad looked around and asked with a cold face: "If he was from the United Provinces, would he still be sent to Plato?"

No one knew how to answer.

Arpad snorted coldly, took the saber and hung it on Mason's belt with his own hands, and patted Mason on the shoulder: "From today on, the country of galloping horses is your home."

The major general turned to look at Lieutenant Colonel Jessica: "Your team rushed to rescue in the rain, and everyone will be rewarded. Take your people to Bianli, and I will let you enter the city first!"

…

…

The battle within sight has ended, but the battle continues beyond sight.

The Palatine light cavalry has set off to chase the remaining enemies.

Hurd's army fell apart, and it was the time for the hussars to show their talents.

If the Sackler Army was defeated, not a single infantryman would be able to escape in the vast wilderness.

But now that the Hurds were defeated, they could easily break away from contact with their short-distance maneuverability.

The Hud people huddled together as cavalry, and scattered and fled for their lives were herdsmen. Whether the results can be expanded depends entirely on the ability of the Palatine hussars.

Compared with armored heavy cavalry, hussars did not wear armor, carried light loads, and used light horses that were more flexible and faster.

The Hurd cavalry came and went like the wind, and the Palatine hussars also came and went like the wind, and the wind speed was faster.

Before the victory was decided on the battlefield, Arpad had already sent people to capture the old camp of Chihe tribe.

It’s no wonder that Plato’s infantry faction was unbalanced. They did the hardest work, but most of their honor, credit, and spoils were taken away by the cavalry.

But the Jessica Brigade has no grudges at all now, because they can be the first to enter Bianli.

The so-called "first in town" is a euphemism for the first batch of robbers.

The white lion blew a large gap in the city wall on its own, which saved the Platoans a lot of effort.

The Jessica group gathered outside the gap, gearing up and waiting for the lieutenant colonel's order.

Everyone was beaming with joy, and some people came over and asked, when will the golden man be lifted out?

Only a few people knew where the gold was buried, and the information about the gold was ordered to be kept secret - although it certainly couldn't be kept secret.

Previously, they were blocked in the bridgehead by Terdun's troops. Even though they knew that the Jin people were outside, they could only stare.

Now seeing the Hurds defeated, the militiamen grew restless.

Winters could only reassure everyone, "Go dig after making sure it's safe."

In fact, there was no need for the militia to remind the officers of the Jashka Brigade that they were already worried about the Jin.

Handed over to the legion? Or did they split up privately?

It is easiest to hand it over to the legion, but you may only be given a leg as a reward.

If there is a private division, the news will inevitably leak out, and someone will take advantage of the wealth. Moreover, private division requires equipment and time. It is not easy to divide two tons of gold into hundreds of shares.

And is the golden man considered a big deal? Or is it a small item? This is a "legal" question.

According to unwritten rules, small items of loot belong to private individuals and large items belong to the public.

Gold and silver are generally considered small items, because no one makes particularly large gold and silver items.

Things like gold and silver coins, scabbards, armbands, etc., whoever takes them belongs to whom, as a matter of course.

The definition of the gold and silver sacrificial vessels seized by the Jessica Brigade is rather ambiguous.

The lieutenant colonel handed over three items, and the rest were divided among the militiamen participating in the battle, and the legion did not hold them accountable.

Who would have thought that the Telton Department would produce a gold man... In terms of gold, it is just a small item. But in terms of size, it's a big one.

Winters didn't know what to do. Only Lieutenant Colonel Jessica could make the decision on this matter.

Let Lieutenant Colonel Jessica have a headache! Right now Winters just wants to go into the city and find out.

All members of the brigade were ready, and with the lieutenant colonel's order, the militiamen carefully "attacked" Bianli.

However, the expected resistance and street fighting did not appear. Bianli was quiet and there was no one on the street.

Everyone stood at the gap, not knowing what to do.

"The Hud's city is no different from ours." Charles looked at the buildings and streets in Border and whispered: "It's just a little bit rotten."

The Hurds were very particular about paving stone roads in the inner city.

On both sides of the stone road are long houses with earthen walls and thatched roofs. After passing through fire and water again, there are still traces of scorch on the roof and walls of the longhouse.

"I don't even know how to rob!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica said, "Don't just stand there stupidly. Go to the center of the city and find the most beautiful and luxurious house. When you encounter the enemy, shout a warning!"

Only then did everyone rush in.

The Dusaks on horseback rushed to the front and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, splashing others with mud and water.

"These Dusak brats!" Jessica sneered slightly: "Robbery is really their ancestral skill."

Winters figured out what was going on. He said to the lieutenant colonel: "I'm afraid everyone who can still fight in Bianli has broken out with the White Lion. It is estimated that only the old, young, women and children are left in the city."

"I think it's about the same." Jessica nodded.

While the two were talking, Pierre came rushing back from the end of the street, almost hitting his own man.

"What's wrong?" Winters' expression changed and he asked loudly: "Are there any remaining enemies?"

Pierre jumped off the saddle, out of breath: "There is also a big tent in the center of the city! It's bigger than the one at the old camp in Teltown!"

…

…

In the center of Bianli's main city, a huge and luxurious felt tent suddenly stood in the open space.

Space inside the city walls is always tight, but there are no buildings within twenty meters of this felt tent.

Behind the felt tent, a green horse fell on a large stone slab.

The chest of the horse corpse was split open, and something seemed to break out of the body. The rest of it is intact, and the scene is extremely weird and horrifying.

Winters held the steel nail and carefully used the machete to lift the door curtain.

The tent was filled with smoke.

The second golden man that everyone was looking forward to was not found. There was only a pile of extinguished bonfires in the tent, and corpses in strange clothes on the ground.

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