Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 192 Replay and Replay

   With the rapid sound of the snare drums, the two platoons of Plato soldiers pulled into an airtight wall and ruthlessly drove the wounded Hurd soldiers to the confluence river.

   In his not too long career, Winters has seen many horrific sights, but everything in front of him still makes him unbearable:

  People are like animals to be slaughtered in a cage, crowded together.

  Thousands of Hurd wounded soldiers were trapped on a dry bank that was too small to be small. In front of them were the spear tips that were not dry with blood, and behind them was the cold and fast-flowing river.

   Too many people, too small a place.

  Your shoulders are against my chest, my back is pressed against his back. Everyone couldn't move, and their bodies were almost out of control.

  The outermost Hurds stood knee-deep in the water, and the Hurds inside were still pushing them out.

   They screamed and begged in desperation, desperately trying to squeeze ashore, and then they were swept up into deeper waters by the crowd.

  The women and children in the distance were crying so loudly that even the old Praetian soldier, who was used to life and death, could not look directly into the eyes of the Hurds.

   But the snare drums kept going, urging the Platonic soldiers to keep going.

  The space for the wounded Hurd soldiers on the shore was further compressed. The Hurds who refused to move were stabbed to death, and the Hurds who wanted to break through the spear wall died faster.

   A few lucky ones took the opportunity to cross the wall of spears, and were hacked to death by the Platoon cavalry from behind before they could run a few steps.

   In the end, the Hurds were completely driven off the dry bank, and the Platonic soldiers also walked into the river, pressing step by step.

  One, two... One after another, Hurd wounded soldiers screamed and were swept away by the rapids, while the snare drum was still beating.

   Winters finally saw Colonel Hogwitz and Colonel Laszlo, the top commanders on the scene.

  [Note: Haugewitz is the second in command of the "Arpad faction", Laszlo is the second in command of the "Seckler faction", the former is a cavalry officer, the latter is an infantry officer]

   "Two sirs, with all due respect." Before he could introduce himself, Winters got straight to the point: "You are helping the barbarian chief Yasin by disposing of these Hurds."

   Colonel Laszlo looked at Winters numbly, then turned his head away without saying a word.

   "Who are you?" Hogwitz frowned and looked Winters up and down. Colonel Tangtang obviously didn't know the little lieutenant in front of him.

   But Haugewitz looked at Qiangyun, and suddenly let out a sneer, as if he recognized the horse.

"Oh, it's you." Haugewitz also turned his head, not looking directly at Winters: "Isn't this the Veneta kid that General Alpad likes very much? You have a good horse here, Lucia? "

   Seeing that the two colonels were too lazy to pay attention to him, Winters was anxious and angry.

Winters suppressed his anger and said quickly: "There are nearly 10,000 prisoners here, either the wounded or the elderly, women, and children. They want to eat! They want to drink! They want to live! And they can't go to battle. Kill them all Help the white lion get rid of tens of thousands of burdens!"

   In the end, Winters was almost choking: "Two sirs! Don't you understand the truth that [the grieving army will win]?"

   He bit the word "sir" very hard, and his tone was very disrespectful.

   Haugewitz was furious, he glared at Winters, and shouted: "[Old language] What do you know?"

   Winters cocked his neck, met the Colonel's gaze, and turned his eyes back.

   The smell of gunpowder in the air was almost suffocating, and the nearby soldiers turned their backs subconsciously, daring not to get involved in the conflict between the officers.

   A rush of hooves sounded from behind, dispelling the smell of gunpowder a little, and Andre finally caught up.

   He pulled his horse and saluted the two officers, shouting at Winters: "Lieutenant Montagne! What are you doing here? Lieutenant Colonel Jessica is looking for you!"

   "Let's go! The lieutenant colonel is in a hurry." Andre moved his horse to Winters' side and pulled the latter's sleeve: "Two sirs, please allow us to retire first."

   Haugewitz snorted lightly, shook his head boringly, and waved: "Go away."

   Winters shook off Andre and continued to ask: "Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

   Haugewitz laughed angrily, but before he could do anything, Lieutenant Colonel Laszlo, who had been silent until now, spoke before him.

  Laszlo looked at Winters blankly: "No, there's some truth to what you're saying... Drummer, stop the drums!"

   The deadly sound of the snare drum finally stopped.

  The Platoon soldiers stopped in a daze, then retreated to the beach under the guidance of the centurion and lined up again.

   Haugewitz was taken aback for a moment, touched his chin, and finally said nothing.

  The Hurds survived, hugging each other and crying. They stood in the shallow water, supporting each other, but could not go ashore.

  Laszlo summoned a messenger cavalry, and after giving a few words, the messenger galloped towards the camp.

"Don't I understand what you're saying?" Hogwitz looked at Winters and said in a lecturing tone: "Wounded soldiers will heal, children will grow up, women will have more soldiers. These are Yasin Therefore, it is even more impossible to keep alive!”

Not to be outdone, Winters retorted: "It will take at least a month for the wounded to heal; it will take at least five years for children to go into battle; and it will take at least fifteen years for women to have more men. If it's wrong, Yasin is right behind us! Which is urgent? Which is slower?"

"We have our own considerations! How does the Legion deal with the Yasin tribe, so that you can intervene?" Haugewitz paused heavily, and concluded: "The winner takes everything from the loser, this is the rule of the wasteland, You Venetas don't understand at all! If we lost the battle on the North Shore, the Hurds would be kind to us? Your heads have been saddled!"

  Laszlo stared at Winters, his expression still as numb as a puppet: "I have sent someone back to ask for instructions. The two generals have their own arrangements for this matter. You can go."

   Winters was still a little unconvinced, but he really didn't say anything about it. The colonel pressed him with the regiment commander, and he had nothing to say.

   He saluted and rode away.

   As he walked back angrily, Winters suddenly recalled the days in Wolf Town.

   Although he was in danger twice in Wolf Town, when he recalls it now, he was actually very happy at that time.

The folks in   Wolf Town respect him, he usually speaks the truth, and no one points his finger at him.

   Even leading the Wolf Town Centurion as a civilian husband was more comfortable than it is now.

   He finally understood why the old sage would say, "A local emperor like a town official will not change for a thousand households."

   Being controlled by others is really the most embarrassing thing in the world, especially in a strictly hierarchical army.

   The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Winters grasped the whip and glanced around, and finally threw a whip into the air: "[vulgar language]!"

   This is his last calm - he didn't try to get lucky because he was reluctant.

"When did our buddy suffer from this grievance? If you want me to tell you, you should have put on your Grand Cross just now and show him it!" Andrei is not good at explaining people, he sighed in a rare way: "Forbearance Just bear with it and hold on until we go home, we won't let the stupid X-day sheepman live!"

   "Forget about going home."

"why?"

   "Every time you mention going home, I have a bad feeling about it." Winters held the locket in his hand, and the desire to go home was so strong for the first time.

   He didn't open the locket, he couldn't face Anna at this moment.

   "Well, I won't mention going home until I go home." Andre spat on the ground and said angrily, "Fuck! Old people and children will also be killed! Border residents! It's **** barbaric!"

   For some reason, the word [savage] came out of Andre's mouth, and naturally brought a three-point black humor.

   After a moment of silence, Winters asked thoughtfully, "That infantry colonel, Laszlo? It always feels a little weird."

   "Laszlo?" Andre thought for a while, then slapped his forehead: "I heard that a high official's son died in battle, it seems that his surname is Laszlo?"

   Winters couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

the other side.

   Watching the two centurions racing away, Colonel Hogwitz casually said to Colonel Laszlo, "Hmph, I never imagined that the second shopkeepers of the Veneta people actually have rectums like those of the Highlanders?"

   If you are talking to your subordinates, this one-liner may be able to attract a burst of laughter.

   But Laszlo turned a deaf ear, as if he had heard nothing.

   Haugewitz carefully scrutinized the faces of his colleagues. Laszlo's facial features were now like puppets, and they had lost their former splendor.

  Although the two never get along with each other, Haugewitz also has sons and daughters, and he can't even imagine the pain of losing a child.

   But Hogwitz couldn't enlighten anyone, and could only let out a barely audible sigh.

  …

   We are running out of time, can't wait for the whole army to gather.

   In the early morning of the second day, the four brigades that had already assembled set off as the vanguard.

   The Jesska Brigade was one of the leading units because it had been prepared early.

   There is no sense of ceremony, no mobilization, no speech. The order was issued, regardless of standing army and auxiliary army, all troops pulled out the carriage and left.

The   Jesska Division has the same advantage, because it was a baggage unit before, and they forced many merchants' vehicles and mules, so their carriage retention rate is much higher than other troops.

  The more than 4,000 Herd horses captured in the night raid on the main camp of the Teltown Department, a small part of them were put into the pot, and a large part was taken away by the legion.

   There are still more than 500 horses left in the hands of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska. Although unusable, it is better than nothing.

  In addition to the original mules, horses, and a small number of donkeys, there are nearly a thousand large animals, so the Jesska department also has no shortage of horses to pull carts.

  Bud was worried: To make the horses do the heavy work, they had to give not only hay, but also feed. Nearly 1,000 large animals eat a terrifying number of fodder every day.

   We must carry as much as possible when we set off, but we are afraid that the animals will not be able to support it.

   So Budd picked out more than 40 militiamen who had raised horses, and Anglo was in charge of them to supervise the use of mules and horses in the brigade.

   "Mr. Anglo not only understands horses, but also knows how to feel bad for animals." When Bud reported to Lieutenant Colonel, he commented on the pony herder: "It's not my own, but I feel bad."

   "That's him." Jesska nodded in agreement: "Take him as a temporary sergeant, and then pick up a few thorns. Otherwise, he is too young to hold others down."

  The appointment was issued, and all the militiamen in Wolf Town were saying, "Little Hook, the herdsman, has really become a horse officer now."

  [Note: Anglo is the hook, the official tone is the big name, and the ambiguous tone is the nickname]

   In the morning light, the vanguard crossed the temporary bridge, arrived at the south bank of the Confluence River, and then headed east.

   The current situation is this:

  Platu is on the east side, the retreat has to go east;

   The confluence river flows from west to east, and finally joins the Styx River, you can go to the south bank or the north bank;

   On the north shore, there are Heard cavalry;

  The South Bank is temporarily safe.

   The problem is: [If you go to the south bank, the Paratus cannot cross the Styx].

  The closer to the north, the fewer tributaries that merge into the Styx, and the narrower the river, so the easier it is to cross the river.

   The engineer battalion and the two infantry battalions dispatched earlier went north to find a suitable place to erect a pontoon bridge.

   So in the end, we still have to go to the North Shore.

   It was just that Sackler made a trick. The vanguard went to the south bank first, traveled 35 kilometers downstream, and then circled back to the north bank from a shoal.

   That shoal was the detour of the Arpad cavalry unit.

  …

  The time went back to the night before, and Winters, who was sleepy and confused, was called into the tent by Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, and there were Bud, Andre and Mason in the tent.

Lieutenant Colonel    announced that he was going to deduce the replay for his centurions.

   The five people sat around a small table, and the other four watched Lieutenant Colonel Jesska pull out a board the size of a palm, and the board unfolded into a chessboard the size of two slaps.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska took out chess pieces from one of the faded wooden boxes as symbols of the enemy and allies.

   Winters picked up a chess piece and played with it.

The material of the    chess pieces was unrecognizable to him. It looked like a stone and felt cool and comfortable.

   As for the carving - Winters carefully put the pieces back on the board - the carving is exquisite.

  The lines must be coherent and even, the corners must be smooth and round, the surface must be finely polished, and Winters dare not touch it casually.

   "Learn." Jesska set the pieces and said to the yawning Winters, "You won't be a centurion for the rest of your life."

   From the known information:

  Hard coalition forces surrounded the point to fight for reinforcements.

   Learned that Beizhai encountered an enemy, Sekle led troops to support him, and he was ambushed halfway.

   On the day of the ambush, Sackler sent someone to inform Arpad to act in advance.

  In order to ensure surprises and bypass the eyes and ears of the Hurds, Arpad left the military flags in the camp as suspects.

  He led the main force of cavalry to the south bank first, then marched eastward for thirty-five kilometers, crossed the river from the shoal, and circled behind the Hurds.

   After detouring in such a wide range, there was the final thunder blow.

   Sackler's plan was a savage right uppercut, a simple and effective anvil-hammer tactic.

  As long as Arpad's unit succeeds in detouring, the Hurd unit in front of Sackler will undoubtedly be defeated.

   For Sackler, the biggest difficulty is how not to alert the enemy or scare them away.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska analyzed to the centurions: Sackler should initially use the Beizhai as the anvil; after encountering an ambush, the plan changed to use the temporary camp as the anvil; in the end, the main battlefield returned to the Beizhai.

  According to the change of the enemy's layout, Sackler's layout has also been changed three times.

   The main dish is only this one. As for the actions of the Jessica department, it can only be regarded as the first dish.

   "That's what happened." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska toppled the chess piece and ended his replay: "I can't blame the old man for being angry at us."

   Winters, Bud, Andre, and Mason sat around the table, staring wide-eyed.

   Winters doesn't even know what's going on elsewhere without Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's replay.

   The information that the centurion can get is too little, and it is almost indistinguishable from what the soldiers see.

  For Winters, within 100 meters of him is the whole war.

   It was also because of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's review that Winters understood why General Sackler was so annoyed with Jesska's division.

  Sekler painstakingly and carefully planned, first used Beizhai as the bait, and then used himself as the bait.

   If he "knocks down with a hammer, it will smash Chihe and Teltown".

  The Jesska Department set fire to the old camp of Teltown. Although the people of Teltown were severely damaged, it also caused the dispersal of the Hurd coalition forces.

  Terdun Department's golden sacrificial people were taken away, and they hit the bridgehead like crazy.

  So in the end, only the Akagawa was smashed by the anvil and the heavy hammer.

   On the other side, although the Terden Division was repulsed.

   But the strength of Jieska's brigade was too small, and the battle of annihilation was not achieved.

  The core group of the fire roaster is still there. He gathered the defeated soldiers all the way and approached the main battlefield. Instead, the remnants of Chihe used the fire roaster to escape.

   Misfortune is where the blessing rests; Fortune is where the misfortune lies.

   The four centurions didn't know how they should feel when they learned that their desperate battle had disrupted General Sackler's plan.

   "It is the attitude of a famous general to make correct decisions in the absence of information." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska fiddled with the chess pieces and said lightly: "It seems that none of us are famous generals."

   "The fighter plane is in front of you." Winters was angry and funny. He looked at Bud and Andre: "We can't let it go, right?"

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska yawned and started to clean up the chessboard: "I only said that we are not famous generals. As a centurion, you played very well."

   "Anyway, we are the centurions of the size of sesame seeds." Andre concluded: "The enemy's neck stretches out, and we will cut it. If we want to blame, General Selek didn't come to inform us."

   "Don't talk about it." Lieutenant Mason took the blame quickly: "It's all my fault."

   Winters was so tired that he curled up in his chair not wanting to speak. He just wanted to go home as soon as possible, even if it was Wolf Town.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska put away the chessboard and pieces, took out a few maps and distributed them to everyone, asking, "How is your homework on the map?"

   "A+." Winters took the map without looking up.

   "A." This is Bud's answer.

   "B." Andre said embarrassedly.

  Mason scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I was also A+ when I first left school, and now I don't know how much is left."

The    map is a vertical projection map—one of the results of military reform thirty years ago.

   Compared with the 45-degree overhead map, the vertical projection map is more difficult to understand, but it is more accurate and can carry more information.

  [Note: no contour lines yet]

  Winters recognized the map around Bian Li at first glance. He asked the lieutenant colonel curiously: "Draw it with graphite strips? Did you draw it yourself? Did you draw each one?"

   Lieutenant Colonel nodded three times.

   Winters' respect for the lieutenant colonel suddenly increased: "You actually know how to survey and map?"

   "Taken from the large-scale map of the Legion."

"Oh…"

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska asked the centurions: "Have you seen the ford marked downstream of the Confluence River?"

   The four nodded in unison.

   "That's where Arpad's department crosses the river, and we're going to cross the river from there." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska announced: "We are the vanguard, and we will set off early tomorrow morning."

  The reaction of the four centurions was mediocre.

  Mason suddenly regained his energy and asked: "Then... what about the golden man? Keep burying it."

   Winters also came to the spirit, straightened his back and pricked up his ears.

   "What else can we do?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska replied indifferently: "Keep burying it."

   "Will someone be picked up?" Mason asked hesitantly.

   "Then they will be brought out." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska frowned: "Cannons are too cumbersome, and they also bring Jinmen? Wait until the next time you attack the Chihe Department, and find a chance to come out again."

"next time?"

   "Hmph, Bian Li is broken, but the white lion is not dead. Look, this battle is not over yet."

   "Maybe many militiamen will not serve next time."

   "Registration, as long as you don't lose it, you can't lose them."

  Bud took a tape measure and measured it, and said with a little surprise: "General Arpad's attack distance for one day and two nights is nearly 90 kilometers in a straight line?"

   Winters took the tape measure and measured it himself.

   If the scale is ok, the straight-line distance is really 70 kilometers.

   One day and two nights without rest, the straight-line distance of the cross-country march exceeds 70 kilometers. After arriving at the battlefield, he smashed the Chihe Department into pieces with a tsunami-like charge... and he still had the energy to continue chasing and killing the remnant enemy.

   Winters quotes the old marshal's admiration: "It's really a galloping horse."

  Jesska also showed a slight smile, but said nothing.

"Don't give up on the homework on the map." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska took out a few small wooden cylinders for the centurions to install the map: "It will be useful sooner or later. It is said that the old marshal likes to carry a white paper with him, and when he comes across something he likes The terrain is recorded."

"Hmph, my aunt also said that the old marshal likes to do housework, do homework and eat lettuce." Winters yawned and carefully put away the map: "I found that each republic has a special version of the old marshal's anecdotes. I almost bound them and published the book titled "Footprints of Great Men." It is mandatory for every Lu You student to buy a copy, hehe, I posted it."

   Everyone shook their heads and showed helpless smiles. .

A voice suddenly came from outside the tent: "Excuse me, is Lieutenant Montagne here?"

   Several people in the tent looked at each other.

   "Come in!" cried Winters.

   A tall, thin, serious infantry officer opened the tent and walked into the tent: "Um... Jessica? Are you there too?"

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska stood up: "Robert? How did you come... You came to Montagne?"

   The others also stood up.

  Jesska introduced to the others: "This is Lieutenant Colonel Robert of the Sixth Legion, my old acquaintance, but a remarkable person."

   The lieutenants hurriedly saluted.

   "Oh, how can you be so special? Let's get down to business." Robert waved his hand and asked anxiously, "Which one is Lieutenant Montagne?"

   "I am." Winters replied, "What do you need me to do, sir."

  Robert narrowed his eyes and examined the second lieutenant in front of him from head to toe, but he didn't see anything special.

   He only saw a tired young man, slightly thin, with a gentle and quiet temperament, not as exaggerated as rumored.

   There is an inconspicuous white scar on the forehead of the young man. If that position is two inches further down, there will be another one-eyed dragon in this tent.

   "You spellcasters, don't see anything special." Lieutenant Colonel Robert was a little regretful, and he immediately asked: "I heard that you are the only spellcaster in the army who can use magic?"

  …

   Later, in the camp of Robert's brigade, Winters saw Lieutenant Roy, who was also a spell caster.

   Lieutenant Roy stuffed a towel in his mouth, his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and he was curled up under the blanket, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"We don't know why this happened. Roy didn't have any trauma or internal bleeding." Lieutenant Colonel Robert's eyes were slightly red: "But he is like this now... He is in pain, he is in so much pain, I even I thought about giving him a good time, it would be better than this endless torture..."

   Winters covered Roy with a blanket and asked, "Are all spellcasters in the army like this?"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert sat on the bench and held his forehead to answer: "Some people's condition is not so serious, but they can't use magic anymore. Roy is still good, and there are people who are more conscious than Roy and keep shouting. 'Kill me kill me,' pain until I pass out, wake up, pass out, wake up again."

Lieutenant Varga next to    said softly: "It seems that their bodies are still on earth, but their souls have been dragged into purgatory to suffer."

   "Can I talk to those with milder symptoms?" Winters asked again.

   "Okay, I'll take you to see them." Lieutenant Colonel Robert said he was leaving.

   "Lieutenant Colonel, wait first." Winters hurriedly stopped the other party: "I don't know what to do, but the top priority should be to reduce Lieutenant Roy's pain."

  …

  What is Roy going through? Winters was all too familiar, because he had experienced it too, the [muscle strain] after the accidental use of a fire tornado.

   Winters has a guess: Roy's stage is still "strained", and those Hed shamans who died are "strained".

   But whether the "muscle" metaphor is appropriate, Winters isn't sure.

Whether the    third hand's operation mode is really like a flesh and blood arm, Winters is not sure, this is the only "self-consistent" logic he can find at the moment.

   So in theory, just use Moritz's secret recipe sedative and wait for the third hand to repair itself while sleeping.

   Even, there will be harvest after recovery.

   After a long-term "Moritz-style" overload training, Winters' spell ability improved much faster than in the past.

   He therefore speculates that the process of "tear and re-heal" can make "muscles" and even "bones" stronger.

   But the problem is, Winters doesn't have that calming herb on hand.

   When those **** from the United Province pushed him into the carriage, the herbs he carried with him were still in his luggage.

The    luggage was also not sent to Palatu.

   Therefore, Winters' training in the past six months has mainly focused on [precision control], and the overload training depends entirely on willpower, which has caused his sleep quality to worsen.

   And even if there were those calming herbs, Winters wouldn't take them out.

  Plato's spellcasters have no problem with intelligence. When they return to normal, sooner or later they will find that their spell abilities have improved slightly.

The improvement of    is actually not obvious. According to Winters' intuitive feeling, it is actually less than 1%.

   But the Veneta people have a saying: "Decimals are afraid of long calculations".

   Assuming that an increase of 1% every day can increase 37 times in a year; an increase of 2% every day can increase 6 times in a year.

  [Note: Exponent is the scariest function in the world. ]

  [Again note: the exponential improvement is just a guess by Wintermow, but he did improve a lot]

   In Winters' view, this sedative herb should be classified as a strategic material, and its secret should be kept as an eternal secret. It is strictly forbidden to export any finished product, seedlings, and seeds.

   However, the problem is that the alliance does not produce this thing, and the entire continent does not produce…

   can only be obtained from the end of the known world, the fringes of civilization, and beyond imagining how far - the overseas colonies of the empire.

  The natives there use this stuff as sleeping aids, chewable tablets and hookah leaves.

   So Winters is even less likely to leak this secret, especially to the Paratus.

  There are no sedative herbs, so we can only use earth methods.

  …

   "Do you know how to relieve Roy's torture?" Lieutenant Colonel Robert asked expectantly.

   "Or..." Winters asked tentatively, "Try some wine? The stronger the better."

  Alcohol anesthesia is also a therapy, which Winters used on board. He didn't even want to say this at first, but he couldn't bear to look next to Lieutenant Roy, who was worse than life.

   In the tent, except for Lieutenant Roy, who was tortured by phantom pain, everyone else stood still.

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Lieutenant Varga met, and Lieutenant Colonel shook his head slightly and turned around.

Lieutenant    Varga said helplessly: "Winters, do you think we haven't thought about using alcohol? We tried it, but it didn't work. He clenched his teeth, and if he poured it in, he would choke."

"Bite your teeth, then pry it open. If you choke, pull it out and pour it again." Winters' rationality prevailed, and he spread his hands: "Either drink or knock him unconscious, I only think of these two. The method can alleviate his pain. Once the power of the knockout is not well controlled, the person will be directly beaten to death. In contrast, it is safer to drink alcohol."

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert clenched his fists and turned around, staring at Winters and asking, "Are you sure there is no other way?"

  Winters hesitated, he stammered: "Maybe...there is another way..."

   "What?" Lieutenant Colonel Robert hurriedly asked, "What way?"

   "This... It is said that suffocation can also make people coma, why not try suffocation?" Winters was also very helpless: "I always feel that it is better to let him pass out than to let him wake up and suffer."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert slapped his thigh, with red eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Irrigation! I'll make it myself! I have to try any method! There's really no way, I'll let Roy free himself, he shouldn't be tortured like this... "

   Winters also thinks that using spirits is the most credible. There are no teeth that cannot be pryed, but only those who are not firm enough.

   As long as Roy can swallow, he should still be able to pour it in.

   Varga ran to get the wine, and ran back after a while: "Lieutenant Colonel, there's no more wine!"

   "What?" Robert was furious: "Isn't it a lot? Can you drink it all?!"

   Varga said with a sad face: "All thrown into the river..."

   "Did you not keep wine?"

   "I don't drink..." Lieutenant Varga - who was Winters' real squad leader - was really about to cry.

   "[Vulgar language]!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert cursed: "I don't drink alcohol either."

   Suddenly, Robert and Vargazi looked at Winters.

   Winters waved his hands again and again: "I don't drink either, I'm a spellcaster and can't drink."

  The tent blew in the west wind hummed, and the three of them looked at each other silently.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert calmly instructed Varga: "If you ask for it from someone else, just say what I want. There will always be someone hiding a few bottles of wine."

   Winters had a flash of light, stretched his hand into his arms, and groped... Found it!

   "Wine!" He took out the silver jug ​​and said excitedly: "That guy from Arpad gave it!"

  …

   After being forced to drink a lot of spirits, Lieutenant Roy's consciousness gradually blurred.

  The caster is good at this, and usually does not drink alcohol, so the amount of alcohol is generally poor.

   Watching Roy fall into a deep sleep, he was no longer the same as before—obviously enduring great torture, and the other people in the tent were relieved.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert called three able-bodied soldiers to help, and the six of them worked together. It took a lot of hard work to pry open Roy's mouth, pour the wine down Roy's throat, and not choke him to death. .

   In the cold weather, Winters was sweating profusely. He panted and said, "It seems that some poisons can also paralyze people. Snake venom, scorpion poison and so on... It's much easier than we are now..."

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert, who was wiping his sweat, kicked Winters and laughed.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert said arrogantly: "This method works, you have to tell others. Lieutenant Montagne, I owe you one."

   "I want to see those spellcasters with mild symptoms." Winters asked quickly.

   "It's easy to say." Lieutenant Colonel Robert waved his hand: "I'll take you there."

   In the infirmary, Winters met fellow spellcasters with mild symptoms and tolerable phantom pain.

   Some people even have almost no phantom pain, just can't use magic - kind of like a near-healing symptom, indicating that they were not torn badly.

  After the casters had a long conversation behind closed doors, Winters got a keyword: [vortex].

   According to the descriptions of other spellcasters, they could only think of the word "vortex" to describe the feeling at that time.

   was bound in the vortex, spinning round by round, falling deeper, but unable to escape.

   It is not until the enduring limit is exceeded and consciousness is lost that liberation is achieved.

   "Should I never be able to use magic again?" said Lieutenant Mitch worried.

   "Probably not." Winters comforted: "Although I'm not sure."

   Another spellcaster, Lieutenant Matt asked curiously: "Why did you not have an accident, do you have any ideas?"

   Winters noticed that the innocuous casters were all second lieutenants who had just left the school.

So he speculated and said: "In my opinion, this attacking spell of the Hurds should be that the stronger the spellcaster's ability, the more serious the damage. I have phantom pain, but I can barely endure it and still use spells."

   "I think." Winters concluded: "Probably because I am the weakest."

Lieutenant    Matt wanted to interject, but was held down by Mitch, who shook his head almost invisibly.

  Mitch looked at Winters, smiled and said, "Maybe so."

   [Chang'e 5 successfully returned, the needle does not poke]

   [8923 words... Actually, I thought 7,000 words was the limit. The potential of a person is really infinite. I'm not a human being! jojo! ]

   [Originally I wanted to make a schematic diagram of the battle to illustrate the situation of the Battle of Bianli, but I went to Night City last weekend, so I can only do it this weekend. Let's see when the time comes, although I have already left Bianli at that time...]

   Thanks to the book friends, the designer of the Mage Tower, Kewendeke VII, Tashan Cheese, Crazy Hunger, Lihua Kongxiang, and Zhang Haoran for their rewards. Thank you all.

   Thank you book friends for reading, subscribing, recommending tickets, monthly tickets, tips and comments, thank you all;

   The list of monthly passes will be posted at the end of the chapter in the form of pictures as usual.

   [A book friend asked, let me explain the word count problem.

   I remember that it is 500 words per hop, and the middle is free. For example, the part between 1000-1500 is not charged.

   So this book has a lot of chapters with 39XX words.

   If I wrote 400X out of context, I would cut it down to 399X

   Because I will use a lot of signs like "[Hedde]" in the text, lest people say that I have water words.

   and I thought it would be interesting to identify the different languages

   ρ(ω,)

   (end of this chapter)