Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"The fire-warmers are coming."

One sentence made the air in the room as cold as ice.

"Monkey butt face?" Winters' eyes were as dangerous as a beast's: "He knows I'm in Tiefeng County?"

"Him?" The little lion fiddled with the blade slowly: "He probably doesn't know."

"have no idea?"

"have no idea."

"Then what is he here for?"

"What else can you do?" The little lion shrugged: "Robbery."

The matter of the roaster has to start two months ago.

Autumn is high and horses are fat, and September and October are the traditional plundering and war seasons for the Hed people.

As early as the early spring, when Plato's standing army returned from defeat, the leaders of the various tribes were thinking about grabbing it in the autumn.

By June, new news came - the Platuan people were fighting among themselves! The leaders of the various tribes were even more overjoyed and mobilized their horses and soldiers one after another, preparing to do something big.

The [Grey Eyes] in the eastern part of the sea and the [Healthy Eaters] in the Suzi Tribe each organized their own raiding groups.

For the Hud people, "plunder" and "war" are the same word. The amount of trophies is related to the reputation of the leader, and the distribution of trophies is directly linked to status.

On the one hand, the Chihe Tribe had just fought a battle with the Zhuerqin Tribe, and the meat they had eaten had not yet been digested. The White Lion had stated in advance that he would not participate in the autumn raids, but he agreed to lend the road to other tribes;

On the other hand, Firebake was in desperate need of a lucrative raid to regain his prestige; but his appeal was no longer what it once was, so he pragmatically joined the Eaters Chapter and joined forces with Suzi's tribe.

By the end of August, the two major groups had been assembled.

At the beginning of September, when the war horses had eaten their last round of grass seeds and wild beans, the two large armies simultaneously invaded eastward.

Since the most fertile land in Plato is on both sides of the Jinliu River, the two battle groups are also one in the south and one in the north. The gray-eyed ones go to the north bank, the fire-warmers and the healthy eaters go to the south bank.

The two parties verbally agreed that "a bow and a horse cannot cross the river" to avoid an unpleasant meeting.

After demarcating the scope of the robbery, the Huds happily broke into Plato, and then... then they were attacked head-on.

Facts have proved that the dozens of mediations and mediations by the coalition government are no different from farts, and are not as useful as a horseshoe from the Hud.

Before the vanguard of the Herd raiding group could cross the boundary river, the Red and Blue Roses, who had been fighting each other for a second, had already turned their guns in a tacit agreement.

At Daochuan Ferry in Jiangbei Province, the Gray Eyes battle group was blocked by Arpad and penetrated the central army.

Gray Eyes was very aware of the current situation and abandoned his flag to run for his life. Naturally, the small tribe below also ran like wolves and wolves, and scurried around like mice.

Arpad led the hussars in pursuit for 30 kilometers beyond the boundary river, and fought until they were all satisfied before returning.

On the contrary, it took longer and more energy to clean up the scattered small groups of Herd raiders after the war.

To the south of the Jinliu River, the Eaters and the Fire Fighters were also ambushed and driven back by the [New Reclamation-Red Rose] coalition forces in Jinghu County - the New Reclamation Army was led by General Adams, commander of the Red Rose Army. unknown.

Because the ambush circle was exposed in advance, the Palatine coalition failed to kill a large number of Hud barbarians; coupled with the lack of cavalry, the Palatine coalition was unable to effectively expand the results.

Therefore, the fire-warmer and the healthy eater only had a bad encounter, and fled back to the wilderness with all their beards and tail.

The Plato coalition did not dare to pursue easily - the Plato people suffered too much in the past when it came to pursuit.

Perhaps it was the ferocity of the barbarians that gave both sides of the civil war a sense of common hatred. After the two battles, the relationship between Red and Blue Rose was temporarily peaceful.

A new round of war did not break out, and the land of Plato quietly ushered in winter.

Plato has temporarily calmed down, but the Great Wasteland has not.

The meat was not eaten, and the teeth were chipped. This alone would lead to countless annexations and strife. But no one was affected, because everyone was already in the game.

"My brother received some very interesting news." The little lion said lightly: "The Teldu tribe is regrouping again."

"Then what?"

"If the fire roaster hadn't been kicked stupid by the horse, he wouldn't have started a war with the tribes at this time. His men and horses were not enough to go to Jinghu County for a head-on confrontation. My brother thought he might want to try his luck nearby, so he asked me Just to remind you."

"How does the White Lion know about the Telton Department?" Winters asked seemingly casually.

"Believe it or not." The little lion sneered: "The Red River Department has its own source of information."

Winters solemnly saluted the little lion: "Thank you."

"No need to thank you. My brother said, if you can stop the Telton Department, it's okay to give you credit; if you can't even defeat the Teltown Department, then just make friends and forget about doing business."

The little lion hugged Winters' neck affectionately and teased: "There are a lot of chores this year, and there is no autumn circling, so the winter circling will be bigger. My brother invited you to have a circling, someone wants to see you."

Winters' scalp was numb, but he neither refused nor agreed.

Winters knew what the white lion meant:

The offensive and defensive relationship between Plato and the Hed tribes has been reversed. Although the overall strength of Plato is still far stronger than that of the Hed tribes, they are now unable to escape;

On the other hand, the Hed tribes all yearned for the "good days" of threshing every autumn all the time;

The great plundering in September this year is just the beginning. As long as the offensive and defensive situation does not change, more plundering groups will come to Plato in the future;

The "100-kilometer buffer zone" agreement has also become a dead letter, and no Hed tribe will continue to abide by the agreement that lacks the endorsement of force;

If Tiefeng County cannot stop the Terdun tribe this time, then the fire roasters will come with more plunderers next time.

"There's going to be a war," Winters thought.

…

…

Early in the morning, war preparation orders were delivered to all military villages.

Peter [Short] Bunir from the first village came to the company commander and asked with a sad face: "Company commander? Why are we fighting again?"

The first company commander [Tamas] had already packed his bags and was wrapping his legs. He slightly glared at the dwarf and said, "You will do whatever I ask you to do. If you dare to make any nonsense again, I will withdraw your sergeant!"

Because of his outstanding performance in the Battle of Hammersburg, Peter the Short has been promoted to sergeant.

Hearing the company commander's threat, he was very happy: "Oh! Can you withdraw now? Ever since I became a sergeant, it seems like someone is staring at my back wherever I go, making me feel uncomfortable. Please lift me up, I will remember your kindness all my life. But I am just a farmer and I really have no ability to be a sergeant!"

Tamas dropped his leggings and picked up the vine whip.

Short Peter wanted to run, but he didn't dare. He closed his eyes tightly, shrank his body, and subconsciously tilted in the opposite direction, waiting for the company commander's whip to come down.

The grapevines that have been dried in the shade are both hard and tough. If you touch them, it will be painful. The wounds suffered by the dwarf when he was pulled out by the cane during the Battle of Hammer Castle are not healed now.

The dwarf closed his eyes and waited in fear for a long time, but he did not hear the sound of the whip breaking through the air.

Tamas raised his arms high in the air, but when he saw the timid appearance of his short subordinate, he couldn't put his hands down.

He threw away the grapevine whip and continued to wrap his legs. His tone was still as cold as ice: "Who do you think you are? You will be promoted or demoted at any time. Will you be the company commander? Why don't you be the military tribune? "

The dwarf did not dare to speak anymore and shook his head vigorously.

"This is an army. It's not up to you to be promoted or demoted! Not used to it? If you fight a few more times, you'll get used to it!" Tamas put on his leggings and scolded sternly: "Let me tell you, not only is it not up to you to be promoted or demoted, but life or death is also up to you. It’s not up to you! Three hundred acres of land was given to you for free? As a soldier, just be lucky to meet an officer who will take your life as a human life!"

The short man tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked hesitantly: "Company commander...are you talking about yourself?"

Without saying a word, Tamas picked up the grapevine whip again.

Short Peter cowered in fear again.

Tamas flew up and kicked his subordinate: "I'm talking about the military tribune of Montagne! I'm talking about the blood wolf!"

The dwarf was kicked down and quickly got up, thinking: "How do I know what Montagne is like? I have seen you before."

"Go back and prepare." Tamas said viciously: "If you dare to be late, I'll treat you to a whip!"

"But I still have a lot of land that I haven't plowed or planted!" The dwarf asked pitifully: "Company commander, can you give me two days of grace? I can plant it with two days of grace! Even one day is fine."

"Don't worry about the remaining tail, leave it to the ladies and old men to plant."

The dwarf said sadly: "There are no girls or old men in my family, I am the only one..."

"Am I also a bachelor? What else can I do? Leave the wasteland behind!" Tamas rarely showed a hint of melancholy: "Never mind! If we can come back alive, the land we have cultivated now will be enough for us to eat. People are just How much can you eat with one mouth? Stop being greedy for petty advantages and pack your bags first."

Shorty Peter dug at the corner of his clothes and said "Oh" dejectedly.

"Why are you standing still?" Tamas stared again: "Go and prepare your luggage!"

After being kicked out of the company commander's house, Shorty Peter returned to his own home. Anyone who sees his home will laugh.

What kind of "home" is this?

A dilapidated wooden house with draft from all sides; a large piece of the straw-paved roof collapsed, like an old woman's gaping tooth.

Fortunately it is autumn and there is little rain. If it comes to summer, hey, just wait and see the waterfall!

The swaying willow branches surrounded the yard in front and behind the wooden house, and many branches still showed signs of being eaten by cattle and sheep.

A wooden board with the words [Tiefeng County Regiment 1 Company | Peter Bunier] engraved on it was nailed to the courtyard gate, proudly announcing to the people passing by that even if it is a shabby shack, it still has an owner!

This wooden house was originally a place for the long-term workers of Zisu Manor to live. The house where the long-term workers lived was poor in materials and workmanship, and it fell into disrepair after being left unattended for several months.

Good houses were given priority to soldiers with young families, so the rotten houses fell on Peter Bunier, a bachelor.

The new owner of the house was so focused on the land that he had no time to renovate it.

So everything in the house and yard was old, except the cowshed which was newly built.

There was a very thin six-year-old bull in the cowshed, with protruding ribs and a flat belly. Working day and night makes the people exhausted, and the cows are also exhausted.

The lean cow will now vomit out the essence in its stomach bit by bit and taste it carefully.

Short Peter sat silently on the bed.

Is this courtyard broken?

break.

But for Peter the Short, there is no better, more beautiful, more lovely house or yard in the world!

Because this place belongs to him, it really belongs to Peter Burnier. This is the first time since he was born that he has his own land and house.

He always felt like he was in a dream and didn't dare to wake up, but the wooden sign nailed on the courtyard door firmly told him: This is yours.

Short Peter looked around at his shabby but homely house. Everything is good - it just lacks a girl and a taste of life.

Living alone as a man, it is inevitable that life will be very casual.

Shorty Peter is like this, and so is his company commander Tamas - he just lies down on the bed when he comes back from the fields, doesn't eat when he's too lazy to move, and wears the same clothes even when his clothes are sore.

If there is a woman at home, it is different: the clothes are washed, the food and drink are cooked, and the house and yard are kept clean.

Every time he saw the wives of other soldiers going to the fields to bring food and drink to their husbands, and seeing the couples cuddling affectionately on the edge of the fields, Shorty Peter was so jealous that his eyes almost bled.

Shorty Peter sat silently on the bedside, looking forward to marrying his wife one day. But then, he remembered the assembly order again.

The three hundred acres of land are very good, and the house is also very good... He got things he had never owned before, but these were all paid for with his life.

Short Peter did not want to fight, he was afraid of death, very afraid of death.

Everything in front of him was so good that he hadn't patched up the roof or put up the fence yet. As soon as the crops are planted, they still need to be weeded and watered.

He couldn't bear it, he really couldn't bear it.

But also because he couldn't let go of everything in front of him, he had to fight.

If he doesn't fight, these things no longer belong to him. He can still dream of the dead eyes of the hanged deserters.

Shorty Peter sighed, took the cow's shaft from the wall, walked slowly to the cowshed, and put the cow's shaft on the thin cow.

"Good man, please work hard again." Shorty Peter rubbed the thin cow's head and couldn't help crying: "I can't bear to leave you either."

Shorty Peter picked up the plow and led the lean ox out of the house. The thought of how much land was left unfinished made him feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his head.

In the end, the small farmer mentality prevailed, and the company commander's instructions were forgotten.

"If I work harder, I should be able to finish the remaining work before departure." Shorty Peter calculated: "As for the luggage, it won't be too late to prepare it later."

Going to plow his own land, short Peter felt extremely happy.

Survive or die? This was not a problem at all, because Peter Burnier no longer thought about such things.

He saw many comrades holding the same thoughts and leading their farm animals from home to farmland.

…

The first military settlement is one scene, and the second military settlement is another scene.

Bart Xialing is giving training to the field soldiers of the second company.

The soldiers stood in a straight queue, and girls, wives, old people and children stood not far away to watch. They whispered to each other, making the small square noisy.

"That's enough!" Bart Schalling frowned and scolded the onlookers: "You bunch of house sparrows! Just watch if you want, don't chirp! If anyone dares to make a sound again, I will whip your husband and son! Try it! Give it a try!”

The crowd of onlookers immediately fell silent, and the soldiers burst into laughter.

Bart Schalling has become increasingly comfortable with "speaking in public." His calves no longer trembled like before, and he now dared to let go of his voice and shout without blushing or panic.

After settling the military matters, Bart Schalling spoke to the soldiers:

"The assembly order has been issued, you all know it. But do you know what it is? Do you know why everyone is asked to abandon their farm work and pick up spears and muskets?"

"I'm telling you! The Hurd Barbarian is coming!"

"The barbarians are here to rob your livestock, kill your children, and rape your wives!"

"Which of you wants your wife to be raped?" Bart Shilling yelled rudely: "Then give your wife and let everyone fuck you again, so you don't have to go to war!"

There was silence in the square, and many soldiers looked unhappy. Even if they are willing to fight, they don't want to suffer this kind of insult.

Bart Schalling is self-taught and has learned to consciously mobilize the emotions of the audience. When he sees that the desired effect is achieved, he changes the topic:

"Listen up! What I say sounds ugly, but the truth is this damn truth!"

"Where does Hud Barbarian live? He lives in the west! It takes ten days and ten nights to walk from there to here!"

"Barbarian, you've worked so damn hard to come here. Are they here to give you a gift? Are they here to be guests? Are they your second cousin who can't open the pot and just send them away with two bags of flour?"

"They are here to make a fortune! They want to make a fortune from you! They want to rob, burn, and kill!"

"Robbing you! Burning you! Killing you!"

"Don't believe it?!" Bart Xialing pulled open his shirt and revealed the shocking scars on his chest: "These were all left by barbarians on me!"

Not only were the soldiers frightened, but there were also several exclamations from the military relatives who were watching.

"Let's stop talking nonsense here!" Bard Shilling slowly tied the buttons and dismissed the queue coldly. "Go back and pack your bags! Prepare dry food for two weeks! If you are willing to follow me to kill the barbarians, the day after tomorrow Gather early in the morning!"

The soldiers raised their hands in silence and saluted, and the queue disintegrated silently.

…

At the same time, the Third Army was stationed in the village, and a soldier in his thirties hurriedly returned home.

"Mom!" the soldier shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Prepare some 'son food' for me!"

"Ouch? What's wrong?" The soldier's mother ran out tremblingly and asked in horror: "Are we going to fight again?"

The soldier's mother was a very thin old woman. The wrinkles on her face and arms were as dense as cobwebs. The hard life made her age prematurely.

"Just leave it alone!" The soldier took off his saber from the wall and strode into the bedroom.

The son's voice reached the mother's ears through the thin wall: "Go and prepare food for my son."

Dusak went out to serve, and before leaving, his mother stuffed dry food into her backpack - this was "son food."

Only Dusak can say this word.

But all the able-bodied Dusaks have been drafted, and those who remain are... military service deserters.

In order not to go to war, Dusak, who was in his early thirties, took his mother and left his hometown anonymously. However, fate has caused people to wander here, and he still has to continue to eat his son's food.

The old mother shed tears and went to make noodles.

…

Many similar but different stories are happening in the twelve military villages.

There is only one reason - there is a war.

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