Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The person who was full of praise for the new two-wheeled carriage was none other than the little lion.

As soon as he heard the little lion's voice, Pierre suddenly felt a headache.

Because the little lion has been pestering him all the way, trying his best to exchange for a new-style carriage to take back to the Chihe tribe.

Pierre refused again and again, but the little lion refused to give up and continued to rub him the wrong way.

Pierre had no other choice but to hide away.

Just because the other party's identity is so special, he is not only White Lion's biological brother and the first heir to the "Khan position" of the Chihe tribe, he is also a shareholder of the caravan and the "owner" of nearly half of the goods that Pierre is escorting at the moment.

What's even more terrible is that the other party has a close personal relationship with His Excellency Winters Montagne, and this time he is going to the new land as an envoy.

Pierre could not neglect either emotion or reason, so he had no choice but to hide.

But even if you hide and hide, there will always be times when you can't escape, like now.

Pierre could only cope with his headache.

"What a good horse! Mr. Ahaqi." Pierre forced a smile and commented perfunctorily but politely: "The hooves, the legs, the fur..."

"That's natural! Looking at everything, this is one of the best horses." The little lion pulled the reins and circled in a circle, showing off the black horse under him from all angles. He boasted: "Even if it's the same horse as Winters, The white horse that my brother took away is not much worse."

Pierre's eyelids couldn't stop twitching when he heard the little lion calling the centurion by his first name.

But the other party's words still successfully attracted his attention.

After carefully inspecting the dark horse, Pierre couldn't help but exclaimed: "It is indeed a good horse."

"Can I still lie to you? You don't know how much effort I put into getting this black horse." The little lion patted the black horse's neck with a look of pain on his face: "If you want it, just take it away. "

Pierre, who was obviously very tempted, heard this and immediately refused without any hesitation: "Thank you for your love, I am just a soldier of Monsignor Montagne. I don't even have the rank of an officer. I can't afford such a magnificent war horse."

The little lion knew that he failed again this time, but he still joked: "Why can't you afford it? Just take a small car instead. If you feel you are treating me too badly, just give me two cars."

"Those two-wheeled carriages were trial-produced by Your Excellency. They are not my private property and I have no right to control them. The carriages are only temporarily given to the transportation team for trial use. I have no right to allocate them..."

"Ha, I don't believe it." The little lion laughed.

Pierre was at a loss for words, and then came up with another argument: "You are the Yan of the Red River Department, so why do you care about this small car? The most indispensable thing in the wilderness is the Lele car, isn't it?"

The little lion answered generously: "When you see something good, you want it. That's what people do."

"People should know how to restrain their desires." Pierre instinctively retorted: "Desire is a gift from the devil. Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden because they failed to restrain their desires and ate the forbidden fruit."

The little lion looked Pierre up and down, his eyes making Pierre very uncomfortable.

Just when Pierre wanted to find an excuse to say goodbye, the little lion pretended to be surprised and asked: "Then you already have new land, why do you still want 'new land'?"

Pierre instantly became alert: "Waixin Reclamation Land? What Wai Xin Reclamation Land? Mr. Ahaqi, who told you?"

"No one needs to tell me that I am not deaf, blind or stupid. Besides, how can such a big thing be hidden? Sooner or later, everyone will know about it."

"Your Excellency never thought of hiding it, but the matter has not yet been finalized and needs to be submitted to the National Assembly for approval..."

The little lion waved his hand nonchalantly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, but I understand 'deep winter in the mountains'. Since he has drawn the bow, he will definitely shoot out the arrow. And he has already pulled the bow. Open. I think about it. You think about it the same way. Why waste your saliva?

"It's better to say it frankly and clearly, why do you want to cultivate new land when you have new land?"

Pierre was silent for a moment: "The new land needs a barrier."

"The 'no man's land' is a barrier."

Pierre was silent for another moment: "After the Blood Mud War, there was a major reshuffle among the tribes on the south coast. Many Heds fled into the 'no man's land'. You had to find a way to accommodate them, and you had to set up an organization to manage them."

"You don't have to take in the escapees."

"In any case, the land we want does not originally belong to any tribe. We only want the land that originally belonged to the 'no man's land'."

"Heh." The little lion responded casually: "You said the same thing last time.

"You said the same thing last time.

"You said the same thing last time."

Pierre was completely silent.

The little lion shrugged nonchalantly, spread his hands and said, "So, no matter what you say, the children of the various tribes will not believe it. The children of the various tribes will only believe that 'the army of two-legged people is coming again', and they will capture the various tribes again." The boys are going to be slaves.”

"Please believe that, Your Excellency Yahaqi, we have no intention of restarting the war, nor do we want to start a new war with the Hed tribes." Pierre immediately solemnly explained.

The little lion nodded, as sincerely as Pierre praised his horse.

Pierre was speechless.

"That's why I want to ask you," the little lion glanced at the Warlord of the Waixin Reclamation, "Let's see if you know - why did Winters Montagne take the Waisin Reclamation?"

Pierre didn't know how to answer. There was only one answer he could give, and that was "please ask Montagne yourself."

However, the military envoy of the Waixin Reclamation Territory was unwilling to answer in this way, because it was tantamount to admitting defeat to the Chihe Ministry envoy.

The little lion was not in a hurry and continued to ride side by side with Pierre, waiting leisurely for Winters' men to speak.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a plume of white smoke curled up from the front of the motorcade.

Although the smoke did not float very high before being blown away by the strong wind in the wilderness, it was enough for people behind the convoy to notice it.

Pierre and the little lion also saw the white smoke.

"Enemy attack?" The little lion was slightly surprised.

"White smoke, no shots fired, not an enemy attack, but a messenger," Pierre thought to himself.

But he had no idea of ​​explaining the signal of the Iron Peak Army to the Hed people. He simply told the little lion: "I have to go to the front to take a look, Your Excellency Yahaqi."

After that, Pierre said goodbye to the special envoy of the Red River Department, whipped up his horse, and galloped towards the convoy ahead.

Of course, Pierre would not mistake the signal. The person who found the caravan was not an enemy, but a messenger, and it was a messenger that Pierre did not expect.

"Why are you here? Vasya?" Pierre was shocked.

"Of course I'm here to see you!" Vashka replied cheerfully, and then, a little more formally, she informed Pierre: "The centurion wants to see you."

"Your Excellency, you want to see me? Now?" Pierre was a little surprised, but he quickly got into the situation and immediately replied: "Yes! I will go back to Maple Stone City, and wait until I arrange the convoy..."

"No need." Vashika said with a smile: "The centurion is out there cultivating new land."

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[West Bank of Shovel Lake]

[Old camp of Wenduoerbu]

Pierre, who rushed back to Wenduoer's old camp without stopping, his first instinctive reaction was to wonder if he had gone the wrong way.

He tried to think back and made sure he was on the right track.

He looked at Vasya beside him, hoping to see the same confusion on his companion's face.

But Sergey Morozov's son had the same silly smile on his face.

So Pierre looked at the landscape around the old camp again - the same mounds, the same grassland, the Shovel Lake in the distance, and the bare iron peaks still standing alone further away.

However, the scene in the old camp was completely different from before.

When Pierre left, the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe was just a small village surrounded by a wooden fence, with more than twenty felt tents surrounding it.

More than a hundred men, women, and children who stayed behind struggled to maintain the daily operations of the old camp.

They are busy milking cows, driving sheep, feeding cattle, herding horses, whipping cream, washing wool, drawing yarn, tanning leather, sewing robes...

In short, I was busy from morning to night, there was always endless work to do, the sound of pounding mare's milk kept coming and going, and there was never a moment of silence in the camp.

Placed in the wilderness, it might already be called a lively and prosperous settlement.

But compared with the settler city, the old camp of the Wenduoer tribe was nothing worth mentioning.

Needless to say, Maplestone City, which is also the "provincial capital" in theory, even Gevaudan, which is located at the edge of the alliance territory, and even Dusa Village in Langtun Town, the most remote part of Gevaudan, are far better than Wenduo. The old camp of Erbu is more lively.

And being in the vast wilderness makes the old camp of Wen Duo'er tribe look lonely and desolate.

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However, at this moment, the old camp has completely changed.

Pierre rubbed his eyes and looked at the old camp carefully.

The wooden village is still in that place, but the two dozen or so pitiful felt tents surrounding it are no longer there, but hundreds - no, thousands of felt tents!

The round felt tents, like morning glories, bloomed from the side of the wooden village to the pond in the distance.

The pasture, which was originally like a green canvas, was trampled into the shape of a road by the passing animals and cars.

There was a faint whine of livestock in the distance, presumably cattle and sheep were being slaughtered.

Pierre had only been away for a few days, and the lonely and desolate old camp of the Wenduoer tribe had transformed into a sea of ​​Hud people.

"Let's go." Vashika greeted Pierre proudly, pulling him to ride towards the center of the felt tents: "The centurion is still waiting for you to return."

The further we walked, the louder the music became. The sounds of harps, mouthpieces and snare drums intertwined together, which sounded a bit noisy because they came from different places.

In the open space between the felt tents, people gathered around piles of campfires, dancing and singing to their heart's content.

As you walk further, the aroma of barbecue becomes stronger and stronger. It is the kind of aroma that is roasted until the fat is slightly melted, roasted until the surface is covered with a thin charred crust, and roasted until the juices overflow when you bite into it. Pierre's hunger aroused, making his empty stomach rumble.

Pierre swallowed and continued walking forward until he came to the gate of the wooden village.

Among the guards around the fence, Pierre found many familiar faces, not only the light cavalry he had commanded before, but also the faces of the cavalry under Major Seiber and Lieutenant Cellini.

Entering the gate, he met a very busy and exhausted Bell. As soon as Belle saw Pierre, he couldn't help shouting:

"I told you not to go. You insist on going. Why are you coming back now? The centurion originally wanted you to 'rectify' this banquet, but...hey, I can only take the lead."

After that, Belle took Pierre's hand and dragged him through the wooden stockade.

The two of them went straight to the palace tent in the center of the camp.

The curtain was lifted, and the blood wolf was sitting in the center of the palace tent.

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