Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 238 Freshmen

Most of the peasants in   Wolf Town hide in the forest nearby.

   Everyone is very familiar with this process, because when the recruiting team came in waves one after another, the farmers were just drilling into the old forest.

  Many farmers also dug secret cellars in the woods to store grain.

   As for Winters, he knew he was the number one target, so he ducked further.

   He crossed the Big Horn and ran into no man's land.

   The wasteland is vast, and he has no shortage of horses. Don't say Ronald didn't know where he was, and even if he knew where he was, he wouldn't even try to catch up to him.

   "So this is a rebellion?" The little lion was quite curious: "Why are you being chased everywhere you go?"

  The two sat side by side on the hillside, where the view was the best within a five-kilometer circle, and anyone who tried to get close had nowhere to hide.

   "After all, it's the first time, so I'm not yet proficient." Winters asked back with a smile: "You said that my brother is editing household Qimin, can you tell me more about it?"

The little lion handed Winters a straw of sweet straw: "It was Reid [De Xuechan] who taught him, probably to weave the capital of Guizhou together like weaving baskets. I don't know much either, but even if I do , and I don't want to tell you."

   "The people who made up your Chihe tribe?"

   "No, my brother tried to pacify the Zhuerqin Department and arrested all the Zhuerqin people, so I edited the Zhuerqin people first."

   Winters chewed on a straw of sweet straw, thinking about the meaning of "weaving the people together like baskets".

   When the other party mentioned the word [Editor Qimin] for the first time, he smelled a bit of danger.

  The little lion was also chewing on the sweet straw, sighing and saying, "It's still easy to rebel on the grasslands, call the men and horses, and go straight to the opponent's nest. If you win, you will win. If you don't win, you will run. It's fun and clean."

   Winters laughed.

"Don't laugh, that's how it is. Grassland society is loose, and whoever is stronger will follow, and the same is true in wars. Every time there is a war, all the ministries will get together and choose a leader to be the commander. If the leader is killed or defeated, the army will immediately It will fall apart."

   "What if you win?"

   "It will also fall apart." The little lion smiled softly: "But everyone will be in a better mood."

   Winters laughed, even alarming Bud and Quiver, who were on the other side of the hill.

  After laughing, Winters said to the little lion sternly: "Since you told me about the wasteland, then I will also tell you something outside the wasteland. I want to teach you how to do business."

   "What do you mean?" The little lion frowned slightly.

   "Do you know what is most important in doing business?"

  The little lion simply replied: "I don't know."

   Winters' eyes were bright: "Capital."

  The little lion looked in the direction of Wolf Town: "But your capital is gone."

   "Yeah, Ronald ruined my capital." Winters also looked in the direction of Wolf Town, and the conversation changed: "But if all goes well, Ronald's capital should have been robbed by me."

"I said you don't have any soldiers here." The little lion smiled: "I still want to persuade you, why don't you come to me as soon as possible, at least you won't be chased by people and run around. Since you have money, you want to Doing business with my brother?"

   "That's right."

   "Okay." The little lion knocked off the dust on his hands and pulled out a rope: "We can talk about the price of the captives."

   "I won't use this capital to redeem the captives, I will use it to do a bigger business." Winters smiled: "So, I actually want to take credit."

  The little lion was speechless, his Adam's apple flipped: "This...

  Andre interrupted the little lion with a loud shout: "South! Someone is coming here!"

   Winters and the little lion jumped up and ran towards the horse.

   "I really found it." Andre was furious: "Isn't Ronald tired? Why don't you return to Revordan? Why are you dawdling with us here? Save everyone some energy, okay?"

   "If you were, you would come faster than him." Bud was saddling the horse.

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  The people resting on the hillside were saddled in the blink of an eye: Winters, Bud, Andre, and the two Dussacs, and the little lion and his six guards.

   In addition to riding a horse, each person also has three slave horses tied to his saddle.

   Ronald had two more legs, and he couldn't catch up.

   "I still have a gift, I'll give it to you when I wanted to leave." The little lion smiled and said, "I'll take it out for you."

   He whistled.

  A quiverer takes a roll of cloth from his saddlebag—no, it’s a flag.

   "Shouldn't it be?" Andre's eyes widened suddenly.

   Winters would not fail to recognize what it was.

   "That's right, it is." The little lion laughed: "It's the flag that was wrapped around you when I found you. My brother asked me to bring it to you."

  Winters took the flags of the former Jessica brigade and the rear Montagne brigade and put them into his arms.

   "Let's go!" He tugged at the reins.

   "Wait!" Andrei stopped everyone. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the visitor: "It seems to be one of our people. It seems to be Heinrich!"

   Winters looked intently, the two horses were racing towards the hillside.

   The one on the left is the sentry he sent to monitor the Gervoudan army, and the one on the right is Heinrich.

  Heinrich returned to Palatu with Bard. Because he could not find his grandfather in the chaos, he stayed in the army and served as a military police under Bard.

  Bud rendezvous with Winters, and he also rejoins Winters.

   Winters left Heinrich in Wolftown while everyone else went to fight Gervadan.

  The eldest grandson of the famous teacher Franz is taciturn and steady in his work.

   Winters liked him very much, and sent him and Ciel to protect the girls.

   Seeing that it was Heinrich who came, Winters immediately galloped down the hillside to meet Heinrich.

   "What's the matter?" Winters asked, no emotion on his face.

"It's Miss Mitchell! The other ladies and ladies are all right!" Heinrich said concisely, but his eyes rarely showed panic: "There is a mare with a foal that is difficult to give birth and remains at Mitchell Manor. Miss Mitchell When I wasn't paying attention, I sneaked back!"

  …

   At the same time, the city of Gervodin.

  The battle is over.

   All defenders were disarmed, bound and imprisoned.

   An unrepentant corpse lay on the street, telling the citizens that the battle at dawn was not their dream.

   During the siege last night, the citizens of Gervoudan heard that the siege party claimed to be the "New Reclamation Corps who came to fight the rebellion".

   At dawn, they found out.

Where did    come from the New Reclamation Army, it was clearly the "Blood Wolf Gang" that they had heard of.

   And what the "Blood Wolf Gang" did was like bandits entering the city.

   The carriages drove into Revodin, with a stance of never giving up until everything was evacuated.

  Gevodan was in chaos at the moment, Winters' soldiers had no uniforms, and were identified by the red belts tied around their shoulders.

  Many hooligans found an opportunity to fish in troubled waters, they tied red belts on their shoulders, smashed, looted and burned.

   Refugees outside the city also found the chaos in Gervoudan. They were oppressed, hungry and angry, and now they found a window to vent.

   A large number of refugees poured into Revodan, instigated by local gangsters to grab food and goods.

   The Cathedral of Gervodin was even attacked, and the hooligans from the city poured into the church with victims from outside the city, and God failed to keep his sanctuary safe.

   In the chaos, Anglo took more than two dozen carriages and headed straight for the Gévaultan garrison.

  Pierre caught up behind him and shouted angrily: "Hook! What are you doing? Go to the grain depot, the treasury, the arsenal!"

   "No!" Anglo replied stubbornly: "Lieutenant Bard made it clear that he would rather not have gold or silver, and he must also take away the archives of the Revodan garrison."

   "Archives are used for shit! In this world, those **** waste papers! Go to the granary!"

   "Lieutenant Bud wants me to move the archives!" Anglo's stubbornness also came up.

  Pierre couldn't beat the stubborn pony: "Okay, you go, I'll give you fifteen carts! Not more than one!"

   The little horse herd drove the carriage to the archives of the stationed house.

  Pierre looked at the chaos on the street: people with red ribbons on their shoulders - I don't know who they were - smashed open the door, dragged the owner of the house to the street and beaten it, and the victims in tattered clothes also participated;

  Many sneaky guys ran into the alley with gold, silver and porcelain vases, and did not know where to go.

   "Fuck!" Pierre couldn't help cursing.

   "That won't work!" Pierre thought to himself: "I have to go to Lieutenant Juan!"

   Pierre was thinking so when a Dussac came galloping.

   "Pierre Girardnovich!" the visitor shouted from a distance: "Mr. A and Mr. B want you to see them immediately!"

  …

  According to Scarlett's calculations, Botayun's due date should be in late August.

  She was wrong, because the horses will mate multiple times during breeding to ensure they can conceive.

   Botayun's due date is actually early September.

  But until the day before yesterday—September 20th, Botayun still had no sign of production.

   During this time, Scarlett was anxious to the point of insomnia. She stayed beside Botayun all night long, never leaving her.

   Until noon yesterday, Botayun suddenly started contractions.

   At the same time, Mr. Montagne sent Charles and Heinrich - everyone in Wolftown had to hide in the forest immediately, as they had done before, because the Gervoudan gang was coming.

   In order to ensure that the secrets are not leaked, the insider of the battle plan is controlled to a minimum, and even the female family members are the last to know.

   Only the officers knew the full picture of the battle plan.

   Winters, in the name of guarding against the gang, led the people of Wolf Town to rehearse twice to evacuate.

   When I was waiting for the real thing, I happened to meet Botayun Production.

  Bothayun lay in the hay and neighed in pain, but the little foal never came out.

  Charle and Heinrich took Scarlett away almost by force.

   But Scarlett completely inherited her father's stubbornness. Shire and Heinrich didn't pay attention, and Scarlett got into the woods and ran back to Mitchell Manor.

   At this moment, Scarlett is encountering a great crisis.

  Two Gervodin soldiers broke into the Mitchell Manor, what they saw, what they took, and smashed what they couldn't take.

   From the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the first floor.

   A soldier slammed into a room on the second floor and suddenly shouted to another person: "I found the room of the lady of the rich man's house!"

   Another soldier rushed over in a panic and stood still at the door of the room.

  The two of them stood for a while, and one of the soldiers slammed onto the bed and sniffed hard.

   "If I can be a young lady from a wealthy family, my life will be worth it!" he shouted.

   Another soldier followed suit.

   The two first rubbed against the sheets and pillows, but soon this way of venting their desires could no longer satisfy them.

   One of them stabbed a knife into the pillow, tearing like crazy.

  Duck down fluttered in the room like a heavy snowfall.

   "Wait!" Another soldier grabbed his companion: "What sound?"

   They heard the neighing of the horses.

   Following this voice, the two of them found the stables all the way, just right to block Scarlett inside.

  Scarlett looks a little boyish in dirty trousers, an old shirt, and her hair tied up.

   But the delicate facial features inherited from her mother cannot be concealed by clothes.

   The two Gervodin soldiers stared blankly.

  The older one has not touched a woman for a long, long time since he was recruited into the army.

   The younger one has never touched a woman.

  Scarlett grabbed the fork, and although she panicked, she didn't scream: "My father is Dussac, and my brother is Dussac too. If you dare to touch me, I will kill you and then commit suicide!"

   "Even if it's not the rich man's young lady! The groom's daughter is fine!" The older soldier shouted and rushed towards the girl like a madman.

   "Someone!" Scarlett screamed and stabbed at the man who had turned into a beast.

  The older soldier slammed into the pitchfork, the sharp pitchfork stabbing into his belly.

  "You!" He shouted in panic, "You killed me!"

   "You!" he shouted angrily: "You killed me!"

   "You damned bitch!" The soldier was fierce, with his pitchfork still hanging on his stomach, pulled out his saber, and waved wildly at the girl: "I'll kill you!"

   Scarlett screamed to dodge, but never let go of the pitchfork.

  The younger soldier was already petrified.

   Horse hooves from far to near.

  Two officers rushed into the stable one after the other.

   With just a glance, the two officers understood what was going on.

  The younger soldier was already scared to wet his pants: "Ro...Major Ronald...Captain Eper..."

   Major Ronald, with a livid face, yanked the older soldier down and kicked the latter hard in the jaw.

  The soldier was kicked and passed out.

  Epel knew what he had to do, and he drew his sword, ended the soldier who fell on the ground, and led another soldier who was standing stupidly out of the stable.

   "Are you all right?" Ronald asked the girl kindly.

  Scarlett, still holding the pitchfork in her hand, looked at the strange officer in horror, her chest heaving violently.

   "Why didn't you leave..." Ronald's eyes moved to the white horse in the stable.

   As an officer from the cavalry department, he quickly figured out the cause and effect: "Is it because of her?"

   Ronald went into the stable and leaned over to look at the white horse.

   Seeing the unfamiliar officer approaching Botayun, the nervous Scarlett screamed and stabbed at each other.

   Ronald reacted quickly, hitting the pitchfork with the hilt of his sword: "Calm down! Little girl. She has a difficult childbirth, and I can help you."

   Hearing the word "dystocia", Scarlett's fear was temporarily suppressed.

   Then came the fear that came to my heart, tears welled up in her eyes, and Scarlett choked and cried.

   Major Ronald was helpless in the face of the crying girl, and his attention quickly returned to the white horse.

   "When is the due date?" Ronald asked.

   "Fourth week of August," cried Scarlett, trying to dry her tears.

   "Don't wipe, your hands are so dirty, you will get eye disease!" Ronald reluctantly took out the handkerchief and handed it to the girl.

   He knelt on the ground and looked at the palace mouth: "The foal is too big, and the position doesn't seem to be right. The mare can't give birth...Is this the first child?"

   "I...I don't know..."

  Ronald rolled up his sleeves: "I have to drag the foal out! You, go and find me two thick hemp ropes! The thicker the better!"

   is the sound of hooves from far to near.

   After a while, a man walked into the stable.

   Hearing the footsteps, Ronald raised his head happily: "Epper, you came just in time, come and help..."

   His smile froze on his face, because in front of him was the face of Winters Montagne.

   "Where's Epel?" Ronald asked.

   "Fainted, not dead," Winters replied.

   Scarlett burst into Winters' arms crying.

   "You...and she...you?" Major Ronald was speechless.

   Winters patted Scarlett's back lightly and asked, "What happened to Bottayun?"

   "Difficult labor. When did she start having contractions?"

   "Yesterday evening." Scarlett replied, wiping her tears.

   "I'm afraid that the foal will die, and the fetal position is not correct. If you start now, you can save the mare."

   "I'll help." Winters also began to roll up his sleeves.

   Ronald nodded.

  The infantry officer served as an assistant to the cavalry officer, and the two tried to deliver Botayun.

  Ronald washed his hands, reached into the mare's cervix, and groped.

   Bothayun was stimulated, his hind hooves kicked violently, and he kicked Winters.

   Winters snorted softly.

  Scarlett hurriedly knelt beside Botayun, rubbing the side neck of the horse lightly.

   "It's okay, don't be afraid..." She comforted the horse and subconsciously hummed a childhood song: "Edelweiss, Edelweiss, greet me in the morning; small and white, clean and bright..."

   "Found it!" Ronald, with a sullen face, suddenly shouted excitedly.

   He gritted his teeth and dragged hard.

   As the major's body moved back a little bit, a pair of small hooves protruded from the cervix.

   "Belt!" Ronald yelled.

   Winters quickly unbuckled his belt.

   "And mine!"

Major   's belt was also taken off.

  Ronald gasped, "Put it on! Put it on your hoof!"

  Two belts are attached to the foal's ankles.

   "Pull hard! Push hard in one direction! Don't break!"

   Winters heard the words, wrapped the two belts around his hands, took a deep breath, and started to exert his strength.

   Bothayun was in pain, it neighed in pain.

   Scarlett cried and hugged the horse, humming a song intermittently: "Snow-like flowers...May you be fragrant... Bloom forever... Grow..."

   First the translucent membranes, then the foal's legs.

  Suddenly, the foal's body got stuck.

   Winters has used a lot of power, but he can't use more power.

   The foal's legs look so fragile that even a little bit of strength will hurt it.

   "Strength!" Ronald helped, shouting angrily at the clumsy infantry officer: "Strength! It can take it!"

   Winters gritted his teeth and slowly added strength.

   "He's showing his head!" Ronald was very surprised: "Strength!"

   First a small nose tip, then the foal's head gradually protrudes out of the cervix.

  Ronald methodically cleaned out the foal's nose, held the foal's head and neck, and assisted Winters in dragging outwards.

   The foal has open eyes and a light white afterbirth.

  After the head and neck protruded out of the cervix, the tension that the belt gave Winters back suddenly decreased.

  The foal was dragged out of the mother smoothly.

   With the sound of "Boom", the foal's hind hooves also left the cervix.

  The pale white afterbirth is attached to the red placenta, and it also leaves Bota Cloud with the foal.

  Botayun's stomach slumped, and it lay exhausted in the haystack, panting.

   "Success!" Scarlett kissed Botayun: "Success!"

   "Is it alive?" Winters dared not look, for the major said the foal was stillborn.

   "Alive! My God! Breathe!" Major Ronald ripped off his shirt and wiped the foal's nose, head and body: "Breathe! Breathe to live!"

The   yellow amniotic fluid stained the major's uniform, but he didn't mind it at all.

   Winters quickly took off his shirt and handed it to the major.

  The child's breathing was weak at first, but gradually became stronger, and the chest began to rise and fall.

  It is between grey and black, completely different from its silver-grey father and pure white mother.

   "You're so pretty." Winters knelt beside the Lucky Child, stroking his wet mane.

   "What a big guy! The Eucharist is on!" Ronald was ecstatically wiping the foal's body, and he kept mumbling: "No wonder the mare is difficult to give birth! How can it grow so big? God!"

  He lifted the foal's hind legs and made a careful identification.

   "Still a little stallion!" Ronald concluded.

   Scarlett burst into tears and blushed.

   "The mare is yours?" Ronald asked Winters.

   "His father, my partner." Winters suddenly recalled the beautiful gesture of the strong run: "But he's gone."

Major    Ronald was stagnant, and said bitterly: "This is impossible. Give this little guy a name! Rest assured, it will also be the best warhorse in the future."

   "No!" Winters' eyes filled with tears: "I hope he never goes to war."

  The foal wanted to stand up almost as soon as it was born.

   It blinked, stumbled up on its knees, and fell again.

  Scarlett wants to help the colt.

   Ronald stopped the girl: "Let it stand up on its own."

   After several failures and several retries, Qiangyun's son finally propped up his legs.

   Its legs are still very slender, but the length is about the same as that of an adult horse.

   Although it stood tremblingly, it finally stood on the ground tenaciously with its own strength.

   Winters hugged Lucky's son.

  The foal doesn't know why the human in front of him is so gentle to him - it doesn't even have the concept of human beings, it just thinks that it likes the smell of "things" in front of it.

   It licked Winters' cheek lightly.

   "I've figured out his name." Two teardrops slid down Winters' face: "His name is Changsheng."

  …

   Winters and Ronald, two weary men, sat side by side outside the stable.

  Scarlett was in the stable, helping Botayun to feed Changsheng.

  Major Ronald leaned against the wall, fumbled out a pipe, and slowly pressed the broken tobacco leaves.

   The smoke was tight, but he couldn't start the fire no matter what—his hands were shaking, and the scythe couldn't strike.

   Winters took the pipe, and when he returned, the leaves were already lit.

   Ronald took a good sip, and slowly exhaled a light mist: "What breed is its father?"

   "Lucian Horse."

   "No wonder." Ronald smiled knowingly: "Don't think it's a little black horse now. When it grows up, it will fade and turn a little bit of light gray."

"Um."

   Ronald continued to smoke, and the two sat in silence.

   "You fought beautifully in this battle."

"thanks."

   "How long before you start preparing?"

   Winters answered honestly: "A little over a month ago, I went to Gervodin at that time."

   "Then when did you treat us as enemies?"

   "Earlier."

   "No wonder." Ronald said with a smile: "No wonder your kid came to Gervodin and didn't come to see me."

   Winters laughed too.

  The two fell silent again.

   Ronald smiled bitterly and said, "The idea of ​​bandit suppression really underestimates you. You have the right to use the word civil war.

  I thought it was me who fired the first shot of the civil war in the new land. But now, no matter how you count it, you fired the first shot.

  But are you ready? Gervoudan, Maplestone, New Land...and even the whole of Palato. are you ready? "

   "No." Winters shook his head: "But I'll try to keep going."

Major Ronald exhaled a cloud of blue mist from his lungs. He pointed to the escaping smoke and said lightly: "The warmth at this moment, like this smoke, will dissipate in the blink of an eye. The civil war is very cruel, it may be It's crueler than you and my most terrifying imagination, so take it seriously."

   "I'm leaving." Major Ronald knocked off the ash on the wall: "See you again, it's you or me."

   He got up and walked towards the warhorse.

   Winters looked at the major's back: "Thank you for your help today."

   Ronald waved his hand without turning his head: "Thank you for not killing today."

  …

   Winters left with Scarlett, Bottayun and Changsheng.

   Ronald also rejoined his troops.

"Let's go." The major looked a little disinterested, and he called the centurions: "It seems that Montagne can't be caught. He has planned for a long time, and he will not give us this opportunity. Come on, return to Gervodin. ."

   Lieutenant Adam asked tentatively: "There are still some crops in the surrounding villages that have not been harvested. In addition to the crops, there are houses... Do you want to burn them?"

   "Burning? Why burn?" Ronald asked casually.

  Lieutenant Adam replied bravely: "The people here are all diehards who support the Montagne gang, and they are no different from the gangsters. Burning their food and houses is equivalent to weakening the foundation of the Montagne gang."

"Hahahaha!" Ronald laughed desolately: "The peasants would rather follow the bandits than help me, a genuine garrison officer. Is there something wrong with us? Or is it with them? Burning houses and crops, the bandits can't do it. This kind of thing comes out! Keep it, just to save a few days in purgatory after we die."

   The two battalions of Gervoudan soldiers assembled and set foot on the road back to Gervoudan.

   At the same time, two messengers were on their way to Wolf Town on a starry night.

   One of the messengers, Lieutenant Istvan, would bring news to Major Ronald: the Montagne gang had not withdrawn from Gervodin. Instead, they occupied that city.

  The other messenger, Pierre Mitchell, will bring Winters a message: Plan B is executed.

  …

  A battle plan: move the tiger away from the mountain, conquer Revodan, take away all the materials that can be taken away, and continue to accumulate strength;

  B Operational Plan [Backup]: Tune the tiger away from the mountain, occupy Revodan, annihilate Ronald's department, and completely bring Iron Peak County under control.

   [The previous chapter, this chapter, the sentiments of the two chapters are coherent. It should have been released all at once, but I couldn't finish it all in one go. ]

   [Whether this chapter is an update or not depends on whether the author updates it tomorrow (Wednesday, 20210203). If it is updated tomorrow, it means that this chapter is an update. On the contrary, it means that it is not (covering face)]

   [But this chapter is very big, 7144 words, one chapter tops two chapters, so it actually adds more]

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   [As said in the previous chapter, the battle is almost over. The rest is an episode of Major Ronald and some unknown gangster]

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