Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 191 Processing

time! time! time!

   The most important thing right now is time.

As soon as the    cargo troops moved the entire property of the blank lions, the Palatine army immediately set about destroying Bianli - at this moment many troops were still on their way back to the main camp.

   However, the work of destroying Bian Li was soon stopped.

   The rainstorm not only destroyed the gunpowder, but also turned the originally dry and flammable Bian Li into a sponge full of water.

  The choking blue smoke filled the city of Bianli, but few houses were actually set on fire.

  The house can still be ignited from the inside, but the problem is that the fire spreads too slowly.

  You have to wait for all the water soaked in the grass roof and wooden walls to dry before the flame can be passed to the next house.

   is very different from the previous situation where the fire followed the wind and the wind boosted the fire.

  According to the plan before the war, Bienli should be completely destroyed: the city walls will be demolished, the temples and tombs will be razed, and the entire population will be taken away as an example.

   But according to the current situation, if the Palatine army dared to waste time digging a corner of Bianli - a corner in the literal sense, the white lion would wake up laughing in his dreams.

   It was impossible for Sackler and Arpad to waste precious gunpowder blasting the city walls.

   As a result, the soldiers who demolished the city wall were quickly withdrawn, and Sackler only sent some auxiliary soldiers into the city to set fire to the city.

  …

   Winters threw a torch down the wellhead, but it didn't go out.

   "Okay!" Seeing that the well was almost filled, Winters stopped his men: "This well has been abandoned, the next one."

  The militiamen carried shovels and shovels and ran to the next well.

   Looking at the dark wall of the well, Winters couldn't help thinking: "How long has the White Lion been preparing for this battle?"

  Bianli is adjacent to the confluence river, so the draft should not be difficult.

   But this is actually a thinking trap, because the access to water is too easy, and its importance will be ignored.

  Once Bian Li was besieged, if he wanted to go out of the city to fetch water, he would risk his life, and even be completely strangled to death.

   Even when the little lion led his troops to attack the Beizhai, he knew that he wanted to kill the water-fetching soldiers.

  The white lion not only did not ignore the drinking water problem, but also prepared a countermeasure - drilling a well.

   Winters also entered Bianli, only to find that there are wells in the city, and there are more than a dozen wells, evenly distributed in the residential area.

  Bianli is located on a hill, and the terrain is high. It is very difficult to dig a well.

   What's more, the confluence river is just outside the city, within easy reach. No one is stupid enough to dig a well in Bianli—unless he is a white lion.

   Walking to the next well, Winters saw Pierre and Bell dismembering a dead horse.

  The two Dussacs wielded sharp axes and neatly split the corpse of the warhorse, bone and flesh.

  Dark red blood flowed all the way to Winters' feet, and the horse corpses were thrown into the well one by one.

   Ganshui Town militiaman Ishi was also in the team filling the well, and he muttered in distress: "This is all meat! There is also skin."

   "Don't worry, Mr. Ish." Winters recognized the speaker and reassured: "General Sackler has ordered two horses for each centurion. Don't worry about not having enough to eat, just worry that everyone won't finish it."

   "I can finish it!" Ish's eyes lit up: "I promise to finish it, my lord."

   Soon, a horse corpse with blood and flesh was thrown into the deep well.

  According to the guidance of the officer's manual, it is best to use dead animals to destroy wells.

   However, in a hurry, Winters could not find any sick animals, so he had to use horse corpses to make do.

   Along with the corpse of the horse, there were more than a dozen barrels of human and animal excrement thrown into the well.

   It didn't disgust the Hurds for the time being, but it made the surrounding Platos and Winters nauseated.

  After pouring the dirty things into the well, the militiamen voluntarily filled the well without Winters' order.

   Filling two wells in a row, the militiamen are already familiar with this work.

  Pierre grabbed the soil and wiped the blood off his hands, took out a small tube of salt from his pocket and poured it into the well, still muttering something in his mouth: "[Old saying] From now on, the six animals of the Er people are not prosperous, and from now on the married woman has no color..."

   The others couldn't understand the old words Pierre used, and they felt that they didn't know why.

   "Sprinkle salt?" Winters laughed dumbly: "[Ancient saying] Take the city and kill its inhabitants; demolish the city and sprinkle it with salt?"

   Now it was Pierre's turn to be at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

   Winters repeated it in Common, and he asked Pierre: "[Old language] You know the old language?"

   Pierre replied proudly: "[Old language] a little, my mother taught a little, school taught a little."

   "So it is." Looking back on Mrs. Mitchell's mannerisms, Winters thought it was no surprise that her son could speak the old language: "Who taught you the ritual of sprinkling salt?"

   "It's not a ceremony, it's just listening to my mother's stories when I was a child." Pierre replied embarrassedly.

Winters didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Pierre, how can the Hurd people be afraid to sprinkle salt? The sheep on the wasteland are all rushing to lick the salt bricks. Salt has been expensive since ancient times, and it is only a ritual to sprinkle a little salt. Don't be in such a place. Waste of salt, pinch a pinch and sprinkle it."

  Pierre scratched his head.

  The militiamen pushed down the wall of the well, and then began to dig soil into the well, and soon another well was filled to death.

   "Okay!" Winters waved: "Next bite."

  …

  The army is pulling out, it's really a lot of things.

   The entire army has not yet been assembled, and the two brigades have already started early as the vanguard.

   Normally, all equipment must be carried by the soldier himself.

   But this time was different, in order to increase the speed of the march, Sackler assigned each centurion a single carriage for carrying heavy loads.

  The chariots and horses were seized from the Hurds, and it is hard to say how long they can last.

   The baggage in the barracks was loaded into carriages, but there was still a lot left.

   Initially determined to fight a war of attrition, the Palatine army took two and a half months to transport a large amount of baggage - and even had room to transport luxury goods to the officers.

  The warehouse next to the legion headquarters was piled high with grain, which made Sackler dare to continue fighting when the supply line was cut off.

  Even if the Paratus army lost its rear supplies, the Hurds in Bianli City would starve to death first.

   Now these supplies have become a burden—because the carriage can’t hold it.

"Bring as much as you can." Sackler gritted his teeth and ordered: "If you can't take it, you will burn it all, and not a grain of wheat or grass will be left for the Hurds. Except for grain and hay, throw away everything else! "

The lieutenant colonel also gave Mason an order in the battalion area of ​​  Jesska's brigade: "Nail all the artillery and fire doors, and push them all into the heart of the river."

   "It will definitely be useful in the future." Mason was dejected and stood in place not to execute: "They are all good guns."

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska frowned and replied, "It's not them, it's them! It's not going to be easy. It's not going to be easy. It's better to throw it away from the beginning, rather than to carry it with you until the horses break down one by one. Also save some energy for the pull horse."

  Mason knew he was wrong and walked out of the tent with a salute.

   Four light and three heavy, a total of seven artillery pieces, and finally all disappeared in the waves of the confluence river.

   Along with the cannons were thrown into the confluence river, as well as captured armor and weapons.

The luxury goods that the   carriage team brought to the officers not far away for hundreds of miles were also destroyed.

  Robert and Jesska—the two lieutenant colonels stood by the river, watching the soldiers smash the china with the handle of the knife, and threw the whole case of wine directly into the confluence river.

"The old man is still not decisive enough." Jesska's eyebrows knitted tightly: "Speed ​​is the first, nothing is important except for food and grass, and everything should be thrown away. Battle items should also be thrown away. Carry an extra knife on your body, and walk less than a mile a day. road."

  Robert sighed: "You are also considerate and considerate of the old man. If he forces the people below to hand over the spoils, the big-headed soldiers can directly mutiny."

   "No." Jesska shook her head: "Life is the most important thing, go home alive first, and then talk about the spoils."

"Remember that fable? The fable about gold?" Robert asked back: "There are only a few people who are willing to throw away gold, and only a few people swim ashore. Most of them are reluctant to let go, and they will throw away the gold just before they drown, but it is too late. Human nature is like this, you and I can't help it, and neither can the old man."

   A thick plume of smoke rose behind the two lieutenant colonels, and it was the camp of Palato who was burning supplies.

   To the south and north, there are more plumes of smoke rising.

   That is the Paratus people who are stationed in various places are setting fire to the fortifications and camps.

   Winters and Andrei in Bienli also polluted and filled up all the wells.

  The smoke in the city gradually became thicker, and Winters and Andre quickly took people out of Bianli.

  Everyone slumped on the beach in the north of the city, breathing heavily to rest.

   "Go!" Winters licked his chapped lips and urged his men to act: "Don't stay here, go back to camp and rest."

The    militiamen slowly got up, slumped their shoulders, dragged their tools, and followed the centurion toward the camp.

   "Someone is here!" A militiaman pointed to the front and shouted, "It seems to be a Hurd!"

   Winters' heart tensed, he stepped on the stirrups, stood up and looked.

   "It's the Hurd." Winters confirmed, adding: "But it's okay, it's the Hurd captive."

  Two infantry brigades escorted the prisoners and passed the crowd.

   Winters' eyes swept across the Hurd crowd, and the Hurd people—to be precise, they should have been Hurd slaves—looked sad, painful, and a little numb.

   Winters saw that the Plato soldiers were using brutal means to separate men from women and children, and the Hurd women and children cried.

   All Heard men who can ride horses have followed the white lion to break through. The men who remained in the city were either too old or wounded.

  Like separating egg whites and egg yolks, the Platonic soldiers separated the Hurd men from the crowd and drove them to continue eastward to the beach at the confluence of the two rivers.

  The Hurd men understood their fate, and several wounded soldiers shouted in anger and rushed towards the Plato soldiers in front of them.

   But they were wounded and unarmed, where they were the opponents of the heavily armed Paratus, and they all died tragically.

  The Platoon soldiers carried **** swords and continued to drive the remaining Hurd men to the beach between the two rivers.

   "Dispose of all the Hurds." Winters remembered the order relayed by Andre for a moment.

  The way the Platonics handled it was execution.

   First deal with men, and the next step is to deal with women and children.

  Captive, Winters also "handled" a lot.

   But women and kids...he hasn't crossed that line yet.

   Looking at the Hurd women and children who were left in place, the wailing was so tragic and miserable, Winters only felt bitterness in his mouth.

   "Let's go." A heartless person like Andre couldn't bear it. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It doesn't look good, let them do it."

   "Wait! Don't go!" Winters suddenly squeezed his horse and galloped toward the beach between the two rivers: "I have something to say to the officer in charge of 'dealing with the Hurds'!"

   The sequelae of the night city’s two-day stay, the author is so sleepy that I can’t open my eyes (laughs)

After being reminded, I was devastated to find out that the [female bartender and driver] that I "tried to push down, but had no romance at all" was transgender, shocked my mom for a whole year, no wonder she looked a bit strong, I thought it was Modeling problems...

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