Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Through a tip, the hairless Colonel [Geza Adonis] confirmed that [Winters Montagne] was in Gevaudan.

The four infantry brigades from Baishan County then quietly left Yuanhua Castle and headed west towards Tiefeng County.

At the same time, the counter-insurgency forces in Wargne County are also ready to go.

The war is imminent, the enemy is approaching fiercely, and the clouds are also gathering in Gévaudan.

The municipal committee members were once again "invited" to the government hall by the fierce soldiers.

Coming to the meeting hall in fear, blacksmith Shaoyi was surprised to find that the former municipal councilor and tobacco merchant Old Priskin was also present.

Seeing old Priskin, Shao Yiti's heart dropped two inches in his throat.

He thought Old Lipskin had reached some kind of agreement with the Blood Wolf.

The well-informed city council members knew that early this morning, the military police broke into Priskin's house and took away the old man's grandson. Little Priskin still does not know whether he is alive or dead.

Old Priskin leaned on a cane and closed his eyes to rest, his expression calm.

But his thumb almost scraped off a layer of paint on the cane.

The committee had arrived, and before everyone could interact, a blood wolf in military uniform walked into the meeting hall holding a saber.

Some city councilors were trembling subconsciously.

To show as much goodwill as possible, Winters never wore weapons when meeting with city commissioners.

This time, he brought a saber.

And he was filled with murderous intent as soon as he opened his mouth: "I said before that there would be a public trial, but it has been delayed until now. It's not because I forgot, but because there are more and more people to deal with. It's better to gather them together and have a great time." Reckoning.”

Some timid city councilors were on the verge of tears.

"It's fun to play intrigues, isn't it? Do you feel proud that you think I know nothing?" Winters slapped his saber on the table: "Come on! Bring him out!"

Heinrich escorted a young man into the meeting hall.

Seeing this scene, Old Priskin's crutch fell from his hand.

The young man is the grandson of Priskin Sr., Priskin Jr.

"Tell me." Winters said calmly: "Tell all the respectable gentlemen, what have you been busy with recently?"

Although the young man's clothes were a little dirty, no blood was visible, but his face was extremely pale.

"I..." The young man's knees trembled and he swallowed hard: "I..."

There was silence in the assembly hall, and people's heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

Old Priskin stood up suddenly: "What on earth did you do! You..."

The old man couldn't finish his words. He coughed violently, and the people next to him hurriedly helped him sit down.

Heinrich pushed the young man to the center of the venue, and the latter fell to the ground.

"The pseudo-mayor Ben Ting who is hiding in Langtun Town, is that you?"

"Yes." The young man replied tremblingly.

"Is it you who tipped off the New Reclamation Corps?

"yes."

"Prepare weapons secretly and seize the city gate secretly." Winters sneered: "I didn't expect you to be so bold."

The young man's head almost dropped to the ground.

The meeting hall was in an uproar. Old Priskin felt tight in his chest and almost fainted on the spot.

Ever since he captured Gévaudan, Pierre had been looking for Bentin.

After Winters entered the city, he sent people to search for him throughout the city.

However, after searching the hotels, brothels, and liquor stores in the city, neither living persons nor corpses could be found.

This means that someone must have deliberately hidden Big Benting, and it was someone who could use considerable resources.

Bentin had neither money nor power. The only valuable thing he had was information about Winters Montagne. Apart from Winters' subordinates, he was probably the one who knew Winters best in Gevaudan. people.

At the same time, Winters received a report: hoof prints were found during the inspection of the sentinels, and someone was trying to cross the blockade.

Who wants information on Winters Montagne? The list can be written down on a piece of paper.

And who is willing and able to send messages to the outside world? The list has narrowed again.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces.

Following the traces back, the two lines finally intersected in the grandson of old Priskin.

Winters waited patiently.

But now, it's time to close the net.

"Who else is involved in Mr. Priskin's lovely plan?" Winters glanced at the city commissioners: "Stand up for yourself."

Anyone else? Blacksmith Shao Yi exclaimed in his heart. He didn't dare to make any move for fear of being misunderstood.

Suddenly, the municipal committee member sitting next to Shao Yi stood up with difficulty.

"Oh, so he's the only one." Winters smiled.

The words just fell. Another aldermen also stood up.

Winters waved gently, and Heinrich led the military police into the committee members and dragged the other four people away from their seats.

Blacksmith Shaoyi was not moved, the two men who stood up were not moved, and old Priskin was not moved.

Shao Yi, the blacksmith, was horrified to discover that half of the twelve municipal committee members in the urban area were involved in the conspiracy.

None of the nine village committee members were taken away.

Shao Yi was angry and lucky at the same time. He was angry that no one had revealed any information to him about such a big event. He was also grateful that no one had disclosed any information to him.

"I don't have any extravagant expectations for you. If I win, you can continue to live your life. If I lose, you will still be obedient citizens of the New Reclamation Army." Winters held his saber and spoke very slowly: "Just this little request, You can’t do it either, right?”

It was as if an invisible cold wind swept through everyone. Shao Yi, the blacksmith, suddenly felt so cold that his upper and lower teeth were chattering.

No one dared to guess what the man in front of them, known as the Blood of the Wolf, could do. A group of city councilors finally understood what the old Priskin said - "Are you satisfied with him tearing his face and killing people?"

"My lord." Old Priskin stood up. He seemed to have become older in an instant: "Please deal with my grandson severely. But please understand that this is just a conspiracy of a small group of people. Gévaudin will do his best to help you. To supply military supplies, I am also willing to donate all my family property, and I also ask for your mercy."

Winters laughed: "Do you really think I care about your little money? Bring it up!"

Charles led people carrying several heavy wooden boxes into the meeting hall.

"I forced you to subscribe for bonds, but it was just to borrow, not to steal. It was just to make some noise and show it to the audience."

Winters kicked down the wooden boxes one by one, and gold and silver coins flowed out: "All your money is here, not even a silver coin. Not satisfied? Well, I will return it to you now."

The reason why Winters forced the big businessmen of Gévaudan to subscribe for bonds was to create a false impression; to lure the snake out of its hole; and to raise funds to redeem the manor land in Forge Township.

The third item cost far less than expected, and no money raised from bonds was used at all.

"Please wait until you win before repaying us." Old Priskin's body became more and more stooped.

Priskin Sr. was not involved in his grandson's conspiracy, and indeed did not know about it.

But there is no point in talking about it now. Where does his grandson get the prestige that makes half of the urban committee members follow him?

It must be acting under his banner.

The old man knew very well that all he could count on now was the kindness of the blood wolf.

The fact that he is sitting in the town hall instead of in a courtroom or even on the edge of the execution ground is the greatest mercy.

"Okay! Since you ask like this, I am disrespectful." Winters raised the saber: "From this moment on, Gévaudan enters a state of martial law. No entry! No exit! The daily necessities needed by the citizens have their own garrison. Responsible for transportation.”

"Gentlemen, pray for me to win." Winters smiled playfully: "If I lose, your money will die with me."

…

…

Colonel Gesa's troops advanced rapidly, covering fifty kilometers in less than two days and reaching the east bank of the Anya River.

The colonel sent baggage officers in advance to collect supplies in villages and towns along the way, so his troops could advance lightly.

After arriving at the Anya River, the Baishan County army worked non-stop to build a pontoon bridge.

Anya River is the natural dividing line between Tiefeng County and Baishan County. It is named "Mother" because it is gentle and kind and rarely floods.

[Note: Anya/Anya means mother in the Palatine dialect, and the literal translation is mother river. ]

There are large and small villages and towns scattered along both sides of the river, but in the section of the river at the junction of [Tiefeng] and [Baishan] counties, the main way to cross the river is by boat.

There was originally a bridge on the Anya River, located in Manyun Valley.

Manyun Valley is only fifty kilometers away from Iris Castle, but one hundred and fifty kilometers away from Rewardan.

Therefore, after Winters captured Jevaudan, he immediately sent people to destroy the Manyun Bridge.

Rebels can destroy bridges, and counterinsurgency forces can build them.

After all, it is counter-insurgency. If there are conditions, we must achieve peace. If there are no conditions, we must create conditions for peace.

Colonel Geisa's temporary headquarters is located on the hillside south of the pontoon bridge, where you can have a clear view of the movements on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

"It seems that the rebels are not planning to defend the river." The colonel said to the centurions in a disappointed tone: "It's getting a little more troublesome again."

All the centurions laughed.

Captain Hudson brought the colonel a marching chair.

Hearing this, he responded mercilessly: "You still expect him to defend by the river?"

The bald colonel held the handle and slowly sat on the chair.

"Of course." He straightened his legs and exhaled a long breath, the scars on his face trembling: "Juhe's defense can block me, but Qipper can kill him with one punch."

Upon learning of the fall of Jevaudan, Colonel Gesa immediately sent troops to seize the Manyun Bridge.

But he was a step too late, and the bridge had been destroyed.

So Colonel Gesa instead sent engineers to measure the water depth, prepare pontoon components, and accumulate supplies in border villages and towns.

He prepared for this battle even before Maple Stone City issued the order.

"Qipper and I are fighting with two fists. If our two armies meet under the city of Gévaudan, the rebels will have already lost."

Colonel Geza spoke lazily and taught the centurions a lesson: "His only chance of winning is to concentrate on fighting off one fist, and the other will be defeated."

"No, I don't think he has a chance of winning." Captain Hudson snorted.

"There are still some." Colonel Geza looked at the soldiers who were carrying the floating tanks: "Why don't you think about it, if you were Montagne, would you attack me first or the troops of Wargne County first?"

"Fight Colonel Zipper's troops first."

"Why?"

"Because of Colonel Zipper's experience, intelligence, and moral standards..." Captain Hudson considered his words.

Colonel Gesa whipped the captain: "Why don't you just say that Zipper is a waste!"

"You can't say that." Captain Hudson was a little embarrassed.

Colonel Gesa smacked his lips and said: "I am far away from him, and Qipper is close to him. According to common sense, one should not sacrifice the near for the far. So I have to be fast and fierce here, while Qipper has to be slow and steady."

"Do you also think he will attack the Wargne County troops first?"

"He only has more than a thousand surrendered troops." Colonel Gesa sneered and rubbed his scalp: "How can we win by relying on common sense?"

…

[Hammer Town] is located northwest of Gevaudan, one hundred and forty kilometers away from Gevaudan, in the county of Wargne.

The four brigades that have been engaged in anti-insurgency operations in Wargne County are currently stationed here.

Colonel Zipper Zoltan, the "trash" in the mouth of the bald colonel, is holding a meeting with his subordinates.

The military tent was lifeless, and most of the centurions were standing and listening.

Colonel Zipper fiddled with a small spellcaster emblem and said casually: "Information shows that the rebel leader Winters Montagne is still in Gevaudan. Judging from the time, Bald Man's side should have moved. ”

Communication and coordination have always been key issues in war.

Jevaudan, Iris Castle and Iron Cavalry City are 150 kilometers away from each other, and 200 kilometers away from each other.

The Warnie County troops and the Baishan County troops all relied on fast horses to convey messages. There was at least a day's delay for one way, and the round trip took two or even three days.

Therefore, the coordination between the two forces can only rely on tacit understanding.

No one spoke in the tent, because the centurions all knew that Colonel Zipper did not listen to his subordinates.

Colonel Zipper's question is actually an affirmative. And his affirmative sentences are actually imperative sentences.

"Then let's set off too." Colonel Zipper pinned the caster's emblem on his chest: "Let's set off tomorrow morning."

All the centurions responded in low voices.

…

The pontoon bridge was successfully completed, and the Baishan County army crossed the Anya River that day.

That night, they stayed overnight in the small town [Manyun Valley].

Except for the residents whose houses were occupied, the rest of the town did not resist the arrival of the White Mountain Army because they supported none of them.

If anything, the townspeople still prefer the "official army". They were very dissatisfied when the rebels blew up the Manyun Bridge.

Manyun Bridge was built by the townspeople who raised funds, and they can collect a lot of bridge tolls every year to subsidize public use. It was destroyed as soon as they said it was destroyed, and no one asked for their consent.

The mayor of Manyungu was not busy with the army, but he also tentatively asked if he could borrow the army's pontoon bridge.

The villages and towns on both sides of the Anya River are very closely connected with each other. Compared to Jevaudan, Manyun Valley is more like a family with the villages and towns on the other side of the river.

The destruction of Manyun Bridge caused a lot of trouble to the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Gesa rejected the request of the mayor of Manyun Valley, but he settled an account with the old mayor.

The bald colonel used mathematical tools to prove that hiring his troops to build another bridge would be far superior in terms of time and money than hiring other builders, masons, and carpenters.

"I have top-notch engineering officers and reliable labor under my command. I guarantee that the bridge will be built solidly and durable. Construction can begin after this battle is over." Colonel Gesa put his arm around the shoulders of the old mayor, patted his chest and promised: "As a result As a middleman, you also get paid – confidentially, of course.”

The mayor of Manyun Valley was flattered and nodded desperately.

While the garrison officer of Baishan County was trying to expand his business scope to Tiefeng County, a group of cavalry was rampaging through Baishan County.

Colonel Gesa's four infantry regiments had just crossed the Anya River when Lieutenant Andrea Cellini lit a fire in his butt.

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