Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Get it!"

Winters gave each of Vashika, Samkin and another veteran Tamas an arrow.

The arrow has a numerical serial number engraved on it.

These three men were his chosen captains of ten.

Winters originally wanted to organize his staff according to their origins, but he realized that this was not worth the gain.

So he broke up all the soldiers into formations and appointed veterans as captains of ten.

The other three people he trusted most: Pierre stayed with him as aide-de-camp; Angelou and Charles also stayed with him as orderlies and gendarmes.

"The arrow is your token. You are not allowed to break it. If it is broken, everyone will be whipped." Winters solemnly admonished the captains: "You are not allowed to get separated. If a soldier gets separated, the rest of the soldiers will sit together! Including you. !”

The three newly promoted ten-captains nodded solemnly.

At this moment, Winters' face did not have the usual gentle expression, only murderous look:

"No noise during the march! Those who make noises will be whipped! Those who disturb the enemy will be beheaded!"

"If an enemy breaks through your encirclement, you are not allowed to pursue them. Just continue to encircle them and drive the remaining enemies to the predetermined location."

"Try to live! Don't die!"

After stating the discipline, Winters took out four maps, three small and one large.

The small map was distributed to the captain of ten, and the large map was spread out in front of everyone.

Winters took out three more horse-head chess pieces, matched them with the map, and began to explain the marching route to the captains of ten.

Just like Lieutenant Colonel Jessica once explained the terrain to him.

Vashka, Samutin and Tamas stared blankly, listened in confusion, and nodded desperately.

Winters suddenly noticed something. He stared at the three of them and asked coldly: "Can you three... know how to read a map?"

Vashika continued to nod out of habit.

Winters raised his leg and gave him a kick: "You are so stupid! You even held the map backwards!"

Vashika didn't dare to dodge, so he was hit hard by the boot, and hurriedly turned the map upside down.

Seeing his friend being dealt with, Angelou covered his mouth and snickered.

"Brother Red taught you the grammar and spelling rules." Winters looked at Angelou again: "How much do you remember?"

"Ah...ah?" Angelou stuttered and replied, "I almost forgot."

Winters let out a lament from the deepest part of his chest. He was in pain. The pain of Ned Smith forty years ago was transmitted to him through time and space.

He slapped his forehead and then his thigh: "After dinner, all come to my place!"

"What... for?" Pierre asked cautiously.

"Attend class!"

…

At dawn, the sun is about to appear

Vashika led his eleven soldiers through the forest, forming a loose line.

All of them were carrying pig-hunting spears, tapping the shafts of their spears against the tree trunks as they walked.

The length of the pig hunting spear is less than two meters and does not need to be used in formation. There are two side branches at the tip of the spear to prevent it from being pierced too deep at one time and unable to be pulled out.

The wild beasts in the forest heard the noise they made from a distance and fled.

In the distance, the same slapping sound could be vaguely heard.

Winters, Pierre and others were guarding the perimeter. They were so angry that they went crazy: "Where are Samkin and his team? Where did they go?!"

Pierre, Charles and Angelou didn't know either, and they waited anxiously.

The organizational structure of Winters' troops is visibly degenerating from [agricultural militia] to [fishing and hunting tribe].

Mainly because he had nothing to eat, Ellen Mitchell helped him raise some food, but it was far from enough.

Winters couldn't just sit back and reap the rewards; his troops had to be involved in the production.

Given the natural conditions of the newly cultivated land, the most immediate method of production was "hunting and gathering."

So it’s not that Winters wants to return to primitive society, he really has no choice.

Living in the Hart tribes for three months gave him a deeper understanding of different forms of social models.

As a branch of the Hed tribe, the Palatuan people gradually chose to make a living by farming. It’s not because farming is easy. On the contrary, farming is much more difficult than herding sheep.

Winters now has no choice but to take the easier path.

It was now July, the height of summer, not a particularly good hunting season.

Moreover, most of Winters' men were farmers in the past and had never made a living in hunting.

Fortunately, Winters and the veterans have accumulated some experience: during the Battle of Styx, Winters once led his troops to hunt the beasts in the bridge forest.

It would be great if the little hunter was here, he would save a lot of trouble.

But Winters then thought that if Bell came back, he would definitely bring the little guy back.

He is now struggling to feed forty mouths, and the little guy's big mouth can easily eat him up.

He only has forty people now. If he can't do a big hunt, he will do a small hunt.

So Winters was very cautious when choosing his target, aiming at a small group of horned deer in the forest northeast of Wolf Town.

The three groups separated into the forest an hour before sunrise, gathered and frightened the herd from three directions, and drove the antlered deer herd toward Winters' location.

A trap has been dug there in advance, and the most "brutal" spellcaster officer from Plato is personally stationed there.

As long as the herd is in place, nothing will go wrong.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong - Samujin's group disappeared.

Winters was so angry that he didn't care about hiding, and shouted: "Angelou!"

"Yes!" the ponyboy responded reflexively.

"Go find Samujin! Tell him! Let the deer run away, and I will tie his entire team to a tree and beat him!"

"Yes!" Angelou jumped on the horse and galloped towards the direction where Samkin should appear.

The originally peaceful forest is now in turmoil.

Regardless of deer, deer, rabbit, or fox, the wild animals fled in panic and screamed one after another.

Angelou couldn't bear it, and he suddenly thought that before humans appeared in this forest, these animals had probably been living here for hundreds of thousands of years.

Just like this group of antlered deer, they have settled here much longer than humans.

They once foraged, courted, and reproduced freely.

But now that humans - including Angelo - have arrived, the deer herd will face their annihilation.

A sadness welled up in Angel's heart.

"Is this the right thing to do?" he thought to himself.

…

…

"Yes!" Angelou munched on the roasted venison ribs, with only one thought in his mind: "It tastes so good!"

The soldiers ate the poorer meat from the deer, such as offal.

Good meat, such as venison legs and venison brisket, was traded with villagers for food.

The villagers didn't want the ribs. They thought it was too little meat and was cheap.

Samutin's group looked at the others with envy. They only got half of the meat from the other two groups, and it was all the worst meat.

Because they failed to arrive at the scheduled location on time, nearly half of the deer escaped from the gap in the encirclement.

Samkin was also very unlucky - they actually encountered a black bear halfway.

So not only did they only have half a portion of meat, they also had five lashes on each of them.

A small campfire was boiling a pot of broth, and Winters and Pierre were making a "post-war" summary.

"What to do with the deerskin?" Pierre held a small book and acted as a temporary scribe.

In this army, only Pierre and Winters can read and write.

"Exchange it for food." Winters took a sip of venison soup.

"Where's the horn?"

"Keep it for now and see if you can take it to Gevaudan to sell it."

"Where's the deer blood?"

"Feed the dogs?" Winters suddenly remembered something and asked Pierre: "Didn't your father have four top-notch terriers? Where are they?"

"I run wild and only come home occasionally."

"Find a way to re-tether it, maybe it will come in handy."

"good."

Adhering to the idea of ​​​​wasting nothing, even deer bones Winters found a place to go:

There is an old man in Nanxin Village who can use bones to make glue. He is willing to give two "Malt" rye in exchange for all the deer bones - Malte is an old-fashioned method, and two Maltes is about 13.2 kilograms.

Winters happily agreed, and the old man was also very happy.

Do the people of Wolf Town have any food? The answer is "yes".

People in Langzhen who had no food had long boarded up their doors and windows and fled.

But it cannot be collected, or the cost of collection is too high.

Winters learned a story in a military school history class: During the War of Sovereignty, the Mad Emperor Richard IV once ordered that farmers were strictly prohibited from feeding oats to pigs.

Crazy Richard may have thought that in this way, he could stabilize the price of oats and thus purchase more supplementary grains.

But farmers still feed oats to pigs, secretly.

They would rather feed the pigs than have their grain taken away by the emperor's tax collectors.

The history teacher believes that this incident shows that the economy of the empire was on the verge of collapse at that time, and Madman Richard was destined to fail.

After being prompted by the old master, Winters had another perspective on the matter - the empire's economy did not collapse, but the Mad Emperor's treasury collapsed.

The peasants had food, but the emperor could not levy it. The cost of compulsory collection is too high and the gain outweighs the loss.

Farmers hid grain in pig pens and under firewood piles, and the expropriation team rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find it. This is the current situation of newly cultivated land.

It’s not that farmers have no food, nor are they unwilling to provide food. What they want is exchange, equal exchange.

Maybe it's not just farmers, but everyone - Winters thought.

"I remember Mrs. Mitchell making sausages?" Winters asked Pierre, sipping venison soup.

Pierre was immersed in accounting: "Yes, my mother can do it."

"Can deer intestines be made into sausage?" Winters asked curiously: "If so, all those deer offal would have a place to go. Sausage is always more valuable than pure meat, right? It's okay to exchange one pound of sausage for four pounds of wheat, right? ?”

"This... I don't know." Pierre scratched his head: "I'll go back and ask my mother."

"good."

Pierre asked again: "There are still six deer alive, what should we do?"

"Keep it first? Can it be raised?" This is Winters' knowledge blind spot.

"I don't know." Pierre was also confused. He thought for a while and asked: "Why has no one raised me before?"

Winters pondered: "The Hurd people said that further west there is a tribe of Hurd savages who make a living by herding deer. They should be able to raise it, right? It's hard to catch live animals. It would be a pity to kill and eat meat like this. If you can, Captivity is perfect.”

"Shall I find someone to try?"

"good."

Winters was drinking venison soup when he suddenly smelled the aroma.

He jumped up suddenly and shouted at the other three campfires: "Who is grilling?"

"I..." Angelou stood up at a loss, still holding the roasted deer rib in his hand.

"No roasting! Cook them all for me!" Winters lamented: "After roasting a pound of meat, there will be seven taels left every day! When you cook it, no soup or water will be wasted! I eat boiled offal, but you You dare to be so extravagant as to eat barbecue! I’m against you!"

The soldiers burst into laughter.

Angelou ran over dejectedly, bringing two roasted deer ribs: "You should try it too, it will be delicious with some salt."

…

When Winters sent three arrows to the captain again, everyone knew that they were going to attack.

This has invisibly become an established rule. Before the "battle", arrows are given to the captain as a token, and the arrows are taken away after the battle.

"Centurion, a group of people, a pot of people sounds too ugly." Vashika took the arrow and asked with a playful smile: "Can you change it to something better?"

Winters took out the map board and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to change it to?"

"How about calling Yi Jianren?"

Winters looked at Vashika seriously: "Arrow Man, well, that's a good name."

"Really?" Vashika smiled broadly, with joy on her face.

"That's a bully!" Pierre gave Vasya a slap on the back of the head and suggested: "How about calling it an arrow? A group of people, a pot of people really doesn't sound good."

Winters thought for a moment, an arrow sounded good, and nodded.

"Now we have raised our banner!" Seeing that the proposal was adopted, Vashika wanted to keep up the good work: "Do we also need a resounding name? One that can scare people when they hear it?"

Everyone looked at each other, they really had no names at the moment.

Strictly speaking, they are still called the "Xinkendi Langtun Town Militia".

Vashika stretched out his muscles for a while and proudly revealed the answer: "I suggest calling it the Blood Wolf Gang! Oh, no, the Blood Wolf Army! Isn't it very powerful?"

"Blood is your uncle's wolf." Winters and Smarty were always angry every day. He kicked Vasya's butt hard with his boot: "You are hoping that Gevaudan will send troops to fight us, right? ?”

It's a good thing no one mentioned it, but Winters got very angry when he heard the nickname.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Winters explained to his subordinates: "We robbed the food collection team, and Gévaudin will not let it go. Otherwise, why would we pretend to be bandits? The last thing we need now is a false reputation." The less Wodan notices us, the better. And we are originally the Langtun Town Militia, why should we change our name?"

Pierre nodded thoughtfully, while the others were still a little confused.

"Okay, let's look at the map." Winters spread the map on the table and reiterated the discipline:

"No noise while marching! Violators will be whipped! Anyone who disturbs the enemy will be beheaded!

If an enemy breaks through your encirclement, you are not allowed to pursue them. Just continue to encircle them and surround the remaining enemies. "

To live! Don't die! "

Finally, he warned the three captains in the sternest tone: "If there are still people who fail to show up this time, we will not be lenient!"

…

It's still the same time - dawn, the sun shows a little light.

Vashika led eleven soldiers carrying pig hunting spears and formed a loose straight line in the forest.

Only this time, instead of banging on the tree trunks, they marched silently.

They walked to the predetermined location and laid an ambush.

Vashika waited patiently.

Suddenly, the shrill sound of bugles tore through the night.

The birds in the forest flew into the sky with a roar, and the wild beasts fled in all directions in terror.

The order to attack has been given.

"Kill!" Vashika jumped up with a spear and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Follow me!"

Three arrows shot towards the bandit camp in the forest from all directions.

Vashika rushed to the front and overturned a tent with a spear.

The three gangsters in the tent were sleepy-eyed and didn't know what happened.

Vashika raised his spear and was about to stab it down, but he suddenly remembered the centurion's order: "Let the people live, not die."

"You're lucky," Vashika thought.

A gang of more than 20 people was captured while they were still sleeping.

Bandits who dared to resist were stabbed to death with spears, while those who were still alive were tied up and gathered together like sheep.

Not a single bandit escaped.

"Centurion!" Angelou came to report to Winters excitedly: "This is much easier than hunting!"

That’s right, it’s an invincible addition! What is manuscript depositing? Something that doesn't exist!

(A total of 4 chapters have been added, currently 3/4).

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[Only small hunts are available today, and large hunts have disappeared. We can only glimpse what large-scale hunting looked like from historical documents. The following content comes from "Manwen Old Documents": If you see a wild beast coming out, do not chase it in the enclosure. No matter who you are running towards, you must shoot at it from where you are standing. When the beast comes out of the enclosure, chase it, intercept it and shoot it. If they are intercepted in an enclosure, the hunters will come out of their homes and want to shoot the wild beasts. Otherwise, why would they be here? Who doesn’t want to hunt something? If one does not do his or her own thing and arbitrarily surrounds and blocks the shooting, then the person with a fast horse will intercept the wild beast and capture it, but what will be gained by the person with a bad horse and a person who keeps to himself? Therefore, he was ordered to pay for it with the meat of the beast he shot. ]