Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 247 Iris

   Leaving Gervoudan and trekking eastward along the main road for 200 kilometers, you can reach [Iris Castle].

  Iris Castle is the capital of Baishan County. It is located on the plain in the middle of Baishan County. It is named after the irises in the mountains.

   Just as Winters pointed out the enemy for the soldiers, one of the enemies, Captain Hudson, who was in charge of intelligence at the Fort Iris garrison, walked into a mysterious room deep in the fort.

   The inside and outside of the room are like two worlds. The autumn air is cool outside, but the water mist inside is warm and comfortable.

   This is a single-person bathroom. In the bathtub that is about two meters wide and three meters long, a man takes a bath comfortably.

   But from Captain Hudson's point of view, he could only see a head as smooth as an egg.

   Everyone in the world regards their hair as beautiful, and the thicker and brighter the hair, the more beautiful it will be. For the sake of beauty, many people even spend a lot of money on wigs.

   So, there is only one situation that can cause a man to become bald.

   That's when he tragically went bald and then gave up on himself and shaved the rest of his hair.

   Judging from this small matter, his heart must be as ruthless as stone.

   "Colonel." Captain Hudson reported: "The pontoon is ready."

  The bald man known as [Colonel] nodded and did not speak.

   "Lieutenant Woods has chosen a few bridge locations, would you like to take a look?"

   "Go and study." The bald colonel moved his shoulders slowly: "By the way, that kid from Tiefeng County, what are you doing recently?"

  Captain Hudson's expression was complicated: "According to the informant, the rebel leader Montagne has recently been making money..."

   "Gaining money? Talk about it." The bald colonel suddenly became interested.

   He turned to look at Lieutenant Hudson, and a half-destroyed face appeared in Hudson's eyes.

   Huge dark red scar tissue covered his left cheek, as if someone blew up his left cheek first and then put it back together.

   No matter how many times I saw the scar, Captain Hudson felt terrified from the bottom of his heart.

Exactly how the Colonel    survived such serious injuries is even more curious.

  It's a pity that the bald man never talked about this, and others didn't dare to ask.

   "It is said that he forced donations from the businessmen of Gévoudan. He also created a lot of registered bonds, forcing the merchants of Gévoudan to subscribe. Anyway, the city is full of trouble." Captain Hudson sighed helplessly: "It really embarrassing Lu Yuan."

  The bald colonel laughed, and the water was shaking.

   Instead, he excused the rebel leader: "There is no way, who makes Tiefeng County too poor. He wants to support soldiers and has no money, so he can only scrape from the merchants."

   "The Veneta." Captain Hudson chuckled.

   "Any other information? He can't just be busy scratching money, can he?"

   "Montagne, the leader of the rebels, is still repairing the city walls and digging deep trenches. It seems that he is going to fight us head-to-head in Gervodin."

   "He has few soldiers, so relying on the city to defend is the most reasonable strategy." The bald colonel smacked his lips: "But he made up his mind to indent the turtle shell, which is a bit tricky."

Captain Hudson was quite disdainful: "I don't think he can. It is said that after the attack on Gervodin, the first thing he did was to bring his wife into the city first. The commander is completely a man of pleasure. How could the army be possible? Fighting."

   "Then how did Ronald lose?" The bald colonel asked with a sneer.

  Captain Hudson was dumbfounded. He considered his words: "Rush, underestimate the enemy, bad luck..."

  The bald colonel laughed again: "You might as well just say that Ronald is a waste."

   Captain Hudson looked embarrassed.

"But Ronald is not a waste, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be named a major as the military chief of any county." The bald colonel grabbed his scalp and pondered: "And looking at the boy's declaration of resistance to taxes, he doesn't seem to be greedy for material pleasures. people."

   "To be honest, my subordinates don't think it should be. He was born in Hai Lan, how could he start to indulge and enjoy himself when he entered Gervodin? But judging from his behavior, he is indeed corrupted."

  The bald colonel showed a smile: "It can't be said that it is deliberately confusing us."

   "There is a possibility."

   "But it doesn't matter." The bald colonel lay down comfortably in the water again: "He has more than 1,000 soldiers, and they are all prisoners. Eight brigades attack from both sides, no matter how much he thinks, it is useless."

   Captain Hudson nodded.

  Russia, he said again: "And the intelligence shows that the power conflict within the rebels is very serious. I think the fighting strength of the rebels has been further weakened."

   "Fighting?" The bald colonel raised his eyebrows: "Where did this go? It started to fight for power?"

   "Yes, that is strife. The rebel leader, Montagne, pushed the rebel commanders [Gerard's Bud] and [Richard Mason]. He disenfranchised them and sent them to relocate the refugees.

   And another rebel commander [Andrea Cellini], who did not show up for a long time, was presumed to have died in an internal firefight. It is normal that the rebels are now completely dictatorial by Winters Montagne, who is young and does not know how to share power. "

  The bald colonel didn't care about other content at all. He frowned and asked, "Relocating the refugees? What's going on?"

   "The informant reported that Montagne was driving the refugees around Gervoudan to the southwest of Iron Peak County. He pushed Bard and Mason out of the chain of command to do this."

  The bald colonel suddenly stood up from the water, ignoring that he was wearing nothing on his body: "The information, show it to me."

  Captain Hudson was so accustomed to this that he had already looked away. He took out a copy of the letter and handed it to the colonel.

  The bald colonel opened the window, ignoring the cold autumn wind, squinted his eyes and read the news report carefully by the light outside the window.

   After a while, he closed the window and handed the letter back to Captain Hudson.

   "No wonder they have to send troops to beat him in the autumn and winter." The bald colonel sighed: "If he doesn't do anything, he will become a climate."

"what do you mean?"

   "Prepare a letter to Colonel Zeppel Zoltan." The bald colonel stepped out of the bath: "Send troops in advance."

   "Ahead? When is it ahead."

"The sooner the better." The bald colonel widened his eyes, his left cheek muscles were stiff and uncontrollable, making his expression a little grim: "That kid sent an unknown number of sentries. When will we be ready, he will be better than us. It's still clear. If you want to fight, you have to be quick, and while the weather is still warm, you can catch him off guard!"

  …

  …

   Gervodin, the officer's quarters.

   Because Winters let Major Ronald's family continue to live in the garrison mansion, Anna and Catherine could only temporarily live in the unmarried officer's residence.

  Anna has an account book in front of her. She is writing and calculating with her chin propped.

   Winters is too short of people. There are many people who can do physical work. And people who can do intellectual work can be counted on two hands.

   He didn't even have subordinates who could accurately measure the land and calculate the area. The field granting to the soldiers was still an extensive model of "sending land, farm animals, and grains to the military's subordinates, as much as they could plant."

  So Anna is in charge of Winters' private accounts, the accounts of the new garrison, and all the public accounts.

  No one can manage except her.

  Catherine sighed and paced the room, making Anna also uneasy.

  The newly cultivated province is located in the frontier, and the folk customs are conservative, and the urban customs are even more severe for unmarried women than in rural areas.

  Catherine arrived in Gervodin, but she didn't have an easy time in Wolf Town.

   "If you are idle, Kate, come and help me settle the account." Anna couldn't help but speak.

   "Okay, Madame Montagne," Catherine fell on top of her sister: "You fake lady, you care more than the real lady."

   Anna's cheeks flushed.

   Her current public identity is the wife of Captain Montagne.

  Because unmarried cohabitation is too sensational, but if it is a wife, no one will find it strange.

   Although procedurally speaking, not only are the two not engaged, they have not even officially met each other's parents.

   "It's not that I care." Anna said with a blushing face, "It's that there are too many accounts, and I can't handle it."

   "Then don't care." Catherine said coquettishly: "It's okay to let you manage his private accounts, and let you manage the public accounts too. This is too stingy, so you can't hire a few accountants?"

  Anna sighed softly: "He can't hire him."

   "Yes, in his business, no serious people would work for him." Catherine said the more and more angry: "It can only be used by you."

  The wind patted the window lattice, Anna put down her quill, hugged her sister, and said, "You should go back to Wolf Town, it's safe there."

   "Didn't he urge you to go back to Wolf Town? Why didn't you leave?"

"I'm gone, it's even more messy here." Anna shook her head: "Everyone thinks of me as Madame Montagne, then I really become Madame Montagne. If I leave at this time, everyone will They would think it was his will that collapsed."

  Catherine snorted softly and complained with a hint of jealousy: "Why haven't you been so nice to me?"

   "Who said that?" Anna flicked her sister's forehead hard, and said with a smile, "Didn't I always endure you since I was a child?"

  Catherine jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She asked angrily, "Bear me?"

   "Fine, that's why you endure me."

   "If you don't go, I won't go either!" Catherine said angrily: "Didn't you always bear with me? Then you continue to bear with me!"

   "You can stay, but you have to find something to do." Anna gave a positive example: "You should learn from Ms. Mitchell, how fulfilling she is every day."

   "You asked me to learn from that wild girl?" Every time her sister mentioned Scarlett, Catherine was particularly aggrieved: "She stays in the stable all day long, how can she look like a decent daughter."

   Since that fierce conflict, Catherine stopped using the word "little hooves" and used "wild girl" to refer to her enemy.

   "No, she is doing well, and I still envy her."

  Catherine was furious: "You, you...you let her be your sister! Then you sisters fight for husbands, that's good!"

  Anna was unmoved, she pondered, suddenly took out the letterhead and hurriedly wrote a few lines, folded it, sealed it, and rang the bell softly: "Mrs. Medellin?"

   After a while, Mrs. Medellin, who tied her hair in black gauze, pushed open the door: "Miss Navarre?"

   Mrs. Mitchell stayed at the manor, but she couldn't worry about Anna, Catherine and Scarlett, so she asked Mrs. Medellin and another mammy to take care of the three.

"I would like to trouble you with something." Anna handed the sealed letter to Mrs. Medellin: "Please send this letter to Mr. Shire, Mr. Winters' bodyguard. Please also call a carriage. Come."

   Mrs. Medellin is a widow. According to the custom, she can show herself and do things conveniently.

   She took the letter, nodded, and then closed the door and left.

  Anna stood up, took off her sleeves, and said to her sister, "Okay, we should also dress up for visitors."

   "To whom?" Catherine was surprised.

   They have no friends or relatives in Gervodin, and the nearest branch of the Navarre business is in Maplestone City.

  Anna prefers quietness, and even with Catherine, she has little chance to participate in social activities in Gervodin.

   "The number of these accounts has indeed gradually exceeded my ability. And there will be more and more in the future." Anna made up her mind: "Since I can't hire an accountant, I will start my own training."

   "What are you crazy about?" Catherine was frightened by her sister's thoughts: "We are two women, how can we casually contact men outside? Even Mr. M's subordinates can't do it."

   "Of course I didn't teach it myself." Anna smiled to reassure her sister.

  Catherine let out a long sigh of relief and raised her eyebrows again: "Who will teach?"

   "Just ask a senior accountant." Anna patted her sister on the back: "Let's go visit old Mrs. Priskin. Just in time, I should also show up properly."

  …

   Meanwhile, in the stable, Pierre was saying goodbye to his sister.

  Scarlett is helping Changsheng to drink milk, Botayun doesn't bring a horse, and even kicks with his hoof when he sees Changsheng.

  Xiao Changsheng only drank breast milk for seven days, after which Botayun was completely weaned.

  As a last resort, Winters found a few "wives" for Xiao Changsheng: a horse with foals and two sheep.

  The mare with the foal is very short-tempered, and will not let Xiao Changsheng drink milk.

   At present, Xiao Changsheng lives by drinking goat milk, and the milk-producing ewes are not as tall as him.

   Therefore, the ewe had to be racked up first, and then Xiao Changsheng had to drink it. Someone had to assist in the whole process.

   Before this work, Winters came to help, and now Winters is involved in military affairs, and it all falls on Scarlett alone.

   "A foal that grows up on goat's milk can be ridden in the future?" Pierre joked.

   Scarlett frowned and gave her brother a hard look: "Why can't you ride? Longevity is good."

"I gotta go."

   "Go."

   Pierre opened and closed his lips, and finally said with difficulty: "The centurion asked me to find a blacksmith, and my father is there, maybe I can find my father."

  Scarlett didn't look back, and the tears flowed down her jaw. She tried to pretend to be calm and said, "Go. Don't be sad if you can't find it. If Dad is alive, he will definitely come back."

   "Yes, Dad is better than me." Pierre said with a smile: "I brought Vasya with me, maybe I can get old Uncle Sergey back too."

  Scarlett wiped away her tears with the back of her hand: "You guys have to be careful."

   "I can't worry about you the most." Pierre took out his brother's tone for the first time: "You, don't make trouble with little Miss Navarre again in the future."

  Scarlett turned angrily and threw the goat milk in her hand towards her brother.

   "If that fox eye doesn't come to provoke me!" Scarlett said aggrievedly: "Am I going to take the initiative to provoke her? Go to her, go find her and be your sister!"

   said, Scarlett grabbed the fork angrily.

   Pierre was thus driven out of the stable.

When    walked into the yard, he met Mrs. Medellin who was out to deliver a letter.

  The two walked to a secluded place one after the other and hugged tightly.

   [This chapter has a map, if you don't see it, the author is still drawing]

   [The popularity of wigs is really inseparable from baldness]

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