Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 465 Hugh Mu (3)

  Vogne County garrison is located in the center of Artemis city, adjacent to the garrison barracks, and facing the diocese cathedral across the square.

  After the Iron Peak County Army invaded Artemis, the blood wolf's personal flag was raised here for the first time, announcing to all the citizens that the capital of Vigne County had changed hands.

   Right now, the mutilated red flag is still flying above this gray two-story building—meaning that the blood wolf himself is in the garrison.

   However, none of the Vigneshire gentlemen who came to visit with all sorts of reasons and purposes could not get their wish.

   Because the blood wolf is undergoing a medical examination.

   "Is there any pain?" Kaman asked solemnly, pressing lightly on the swollen area under Winters' ribs.

   "Ok," Winters replied through gritted teeth.

   Kaman's face was displeased, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased: "I didn't ask if you could bear it, I asked if you felt pain."

   Winters groaned in pain: "You are...knowingly asking."

"Yes or no?"

"Have."

   "What kind of pain? A sharp sharp sting? Or a slow swelling pain?"

   "The former."

"here?"

"Have."

"here?"

   "Pain."

   After the palpation, Kaman stood up and walked to the corner of the room without saying a word.

  Winters was left to sit for a long time. It wasn't until he heard the sound of water that he realized that Kaman was concentrating on cleaning his hands.

   "All the insults I've suffered so far." Winters' expression became very complicated: "None of them are as strong as this moment's behavior."

  Kaman seemed to have heard nothing, walked back to his original position with a blank face, and asked with a straight face, "What is the diagnosis result of other doctors?"

   "No results - because you were the first to see the doctor."

Kaman couldn't help frowning, and there was a three-point reproach in his tone: "Since the pain is obvious, you should receive treatment in time. Green Valley and McCue may not be able to find a licensed doctor, but it is impossible for there to be no doctors in Maplestone City. ."

   Winters replied without hesitation: "I don't trust the doctors in Maplestone."

  Kaman understood that Winters was referring to more than medicine, but he still couldn't understand: "You can leave the doctor in the barracks."

   "The act of asking a doctor will reveal a lot of information in itself." Winters shook his head negatively and told Kaman frankly:

"The new land at the moment is like an iron pan full of boiling oil. As long as a drop of water falls, it will immediately be a fire. And what about Maplestone? Maplestone is not as secret as a colander. I don't want to pass on the weak information, which in turn leads allies to make wrong judgments.”

  Winters immediately regained his open-minded look and commented easily: "Who made my health status now classified information?"

  Kaman lowered his eyes and listened to someone's self-bragging, sighed softly, and a helpless smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that everything is under your control."

   Winters blinked and joked: "If even you can think this way, it means that there is no crisis of confidence within our rebel group."

After   , Winters habitually leaned back against the back of the chair, but inadvertently affected the wound, causing him to let out a low moan.

   "Why are you telling me this?" Kaman asked rhetorically.

   "Trust!" Winters replied heavily.

   He braced his knees, and waited until the pain eased a little before speaking again, his tone still witty: "It hurts more and more every time... What's up? Is there any help for me?"

  Kaman heard the words and frowned again. He put away his smile and replied coldly: "To be honest, I don't know."

"Um?"

"It's hard to explain the situation by palpation alone, and I don't have a pair of eyes that can penetrate flesh and bone and see bones. So, I don't know how your injury is." Kaman paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and continued: " However, considering that half a month has passed since you were injured. If it was a fatal fracture, you should have had a high fever for days and died."

   "So?" Winters' upper body leaned forward.

   "So, I don't know the specific injury." Kaman said mercilessly: "But since you are not dead, then be grateful for it!"

   Winters laughed and whistled.

Although Kaman tried his best to keep his face straight, his eyes still overflowed with unconcealed curiosity: "Who made you like this? As far as I know, there should be no high-level magician that can match you in Palatu. "

   "Not the spellcaster's handwriting." Winters replied simply.

  Kaman suddenly became tense, his pupils dilated, his lips pursed, his fingers curled up.

   Seeing Kaman's expression, Winters smiled knowingly: "It's not a priest, but you haven't explained Saul's whereabouts yet."

  Kaman was obviously relieved, and he coughed lightly: "I wasn't there when Brother Saul left. You know, I'm in Steel Castle with you."

"Don't deceive yourself." Winters' eyes were bright: "No matter who took Saul, they burned a cathedral and silenced all the monks present. You are the last clergy in Gervoudan, He also has the status of a priest. Although I don’t know the position of priests in the Catholic Church, if one day the Catholic Church is tracked down, you will not be able to escape.”

  Kaman replied solemnly: "In any case, this matter will not involve you, I can guarantee this."

   "Don't make promises lightly." Winters sighed a long time - obviously, Kaman has information he doesn't know, but the latter is currently reluctant to make it public - he said helplessly:

   "If I've learned anything from my own experience, it's that the more confident a promise is made, the more tortuous it is to deliver. Even when a promise does come true, it's often not in the way you originally envisioned."

  Kaman looked to the ground guiltily, avoiding Winters' gaze. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat and tried to change the subject: "You still didn't tell me - who made you like this?"

   Winters' expression became dignified unconsciously, as if recalling the scenes on the battlefield. He struggled to squeeze out the answer: "The new reclaimed land dispatched troops."

   "How could that be?" Kaman became more and more puzzled: "The rebels fighting with you... the army dispatched from the new reclaimed land also has high-level spellcasters accompanying the army?"

   "No." Winters closed his eyes. "They only have some caster officers who can use amplicon."

   "Then how did they hurt you like this?"

   This time, it was Winters' turn to be silent.

  Kaman originally wanted to ask questions, but he kept his curiosity. He smiled leniently: "It seems that we all have some secrets to keep."

   Winters opened his eyes and stared straight at Kaman. When the latter was cut and felt uncomfortable, Winters suddenly reached out and grabbed Kaman's shoulder and said a word softly:

"trust."

  Kaman wanted to push Winters' arm away in disgust, but was a little embarrassed, so he nodded awkwardly.

Winters let go of his hand, sat back in the chair, and explained the cause and effect: "As early as when the Duke Butcher invaded the mountain front, there were reports of suspected court mages participating in the war. When the mad emperor drove himself to go on the expedition, the court mages were even more arrested. Openly into battle."

   "At that time, there was no spell caster in the Alliance." Winters glanced at Kaman: "There is no priest."

  Kaman guiltily looked away.

"Assassination, sneak attack, decapitation, decapitation, every combat method you can think of, the court mages have used every one of them. The heavily guarded convex fort was silently conquered by the enemy overnight, even a soldier who escaped. None. The officer who was alive the day before was found dead in his sleep the next day, and the cause of death could not be found."

   "I can hardly imagine how determined and courageous the people of that era were to bury the dead and then continue to resist."

   "But courage and determination are not enough. Fortunately, the alliance soldiers never lacked another thing - wisdom. In the long war, the martyrs gradually summed up the law of action of some court mages."

"They found that the goals of the court mages were very particular. In most cases, they only shot units below the size of a centenary. That is to say, the 'power' of the court mages was not unlimited. Under the premise of limited 'ammunition', Court mages necessarily tend to pick 'high value' targets."

   "Secondly, the actions of court mages are mostly at night. On the one hand, it can be considered that they are good at hiding, coming and going without a trace. On the other hand, it also shows that they tend to avoid head-on combat."

   "Finally, analyze the few records of court mages participating in field battles. Without exception, they were all thrown into the battlefield as an elite assault force that determined the outcome of the battle at the most anxious moment."

Winters deliberately paused to give Kaman some time to digest. He proudly introduced: "According to the rules summed up, the Alliance Army has worked out a series of countermeasures. After the war, various countermeasures was re-introduced and eventually formed the current 'anti-magic tactics'."

"Court mages are like invisible beasts." Seeing Kaman's confusion, Winters made an analogy: "Their actions are extremely stealthy, but their behavior is predictable. Therefore, it is most effective to deal with them. The means are traps.”

   "By setting up false high-value targets to lure court mages into their own nets. The whole process is divided into three steps, discover, lock and destroy..."

   Kaman finally heard the interest: "Destroy? How to destroy?"

   He observed Winters' body language suspiciously: "According to what you said, the rebels during the Rebellion War could neither recognize the magician nor have the combat power to match the magician."

   "Yes." Winters readily admitted: "So, just don't recognize it."

Winters' rib hurt again, and he explained patiently: "The full name of the destruction is actually 'guaranteed destruction'. If it is confirmed that the court wizard has entered the tunnel, the tunnel will be completely filled to death; if it is confirmed that the court wizard has entered the forest, the The forest burns down; if it is confirmed that the court wizard has entered the cannon, the cannon will be blasted directly into the sky."

   "Compared with destroying, discovery and locking are actually more critical. Discovery is intelligence gathering and research; locking is to confirm that the court mages have entered the trap."

   Winters remembered something and added: "Actually, there is another link - concealment. That is, if the intelligence shows that an enemy spellcaster is infested, then every link in the chain of command must conceal itself as much as possible."

Winters said with a wry smile: "Just like the battle at River Valley Village, when I first arrived on the battlefield, all the officers of the Sixth Corps took off their uniforms, the flags were all changed to dislocations, and even the messengers no longer reported directly to the officers. ."

   "The officers are all hiding." Kaman asked suspiciously: "Could it be that the 'Sixth Legion' itself will not be affected?"

"Of course it will have an impact, but it's better than the military corps being wiped out for nothing." Winters tried to correct Kaman's misconception: "There is no win-all or lose-all strategy on the battlefield, and every commander is at a disadvantage. Find a way to win within the constraints of factors.”

Kaman rubbed his forehead, squinted his eyes, and asked: "Magicians are not wise beasts after all. After being caught in a trap a few times, they will understand your strategy. At that time, you can still expect them to foolishly go to the trap. Drill in there?"

   "The genius of this strategy is that." Winters replied inscrutable: "Because the magician is not a beast without intelligence, the trap becomes more effective."

   Kaman's mind suddenly flashed, he clarified his thoughts and organized his language bit by bit: "You mean, because the emperor's wizards knew your strategy, they became timid and did not dare to attack easily."

   Winters smiled and shook his head: "It's even further than what you said."

   "Further?" Kaman was confused.

"Many so-called 'traps' are not even fake 'high-value targets'." Winters was silent for a moment, and with the greatest respect, he told Kaman word by word: "The first marshal of the old marshal stationed in Daffodil Castle. In the sky, three thousand catties of explosives were buried in the central bastion; General Antoine Laurent's letter said that when he closed his eyes every night, he was ready to die with the lackeys of the false emperor."

"No matter how powerful the court mages are, they are all human beings. They don't dare to fight without going back. They are afraid of death. But we..." Winters paused: "But the martyrs of that era were not afraid. Death. They despise death. They just can't use magic, but in terms of courage, they are a hundred times, ten thousand times braver than the evil dogs kept by false emperors."

   Winters summed it up heavily: "So, the war of sovereignty, we won."

  Kaman was speechless for a long time. After a while, he nodded with difficulty and agreed with Winters' words.

   "So, I'm a little bit injured." Winters leaned back in the chair relaxedly, and the parts of his upper body that were not protected by armor were covered with scabbed scratches. On the chest protected by armor, there are large bruises and swellings that have not yet been removed: "What is it?"

  Kaman was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "But, don't you want Miss Navarre to see you like this?"

   Winters was speechless.

   He hurriedly supported the armrest and sat up straight, looking at Kaman eagerly: "So, I can only count on you, Father."

  Kaman folded his arms and looked at Winters in a circle: "Flesh wounds do not need to be administered, just wait for them to heal on their own. The key is the bone wounds under the ribs, which are also difficult to treat, and can only wait for self-healing."

   Then, Kaman gave the doctor's order: "Don't ride a horse, don't get angry, don't lift your arm - in short, don't have any behavior that affects the injury."

   "You are trying to make me." Winters was slightly disappointed: "rest."

   "Yes. Rest."

   Winters asked tentatively: "Apart from resting, is there any way to make me recover faster?"

  Kamanliu thought for a while, and replied, "Drink more milk, get more sun, and... sleep on your back, not on your side."

   Winters persevered: "Besides what you said, is there any more direct intervention, such as..."

   The wrinkles between Kaman's eyebrows appeared again, and a few sneers floated from his throat: "For example, magic."

   "Yes." Winters stopped covering up and asked bluntly: "Why not use magic?"

Carman's face showed two emotions of pity and anger at the same time. He spent a lot of effort to calm down his emotions and organize his words. Finally, he explained to Winters with a high degree of restraint: "The magic is not the mortar of the masons, where is it broken? Wherever it is. It is a miracle, it is authority, it is power, it is not wielded by us, it is manifested by our hands. It will achieve its promised result, which is not shaped by us... "

  Winters, who was listening intently, suddenly said, "It can't be done."

   Kaman, who was interrupted, was startled: "What?"

   "You said so much, it can be summed up in one sentence - do it! No! Come!"

Winters couldn't help laughing happily. He laughed and sucked in the air because of the pain under the rib. The action was quite funny: "It seems that even the omniscient and almighty God of Creation will take my rib. no way."

  Kaman's face darkened instantly, he stood up abruptly, and walked to the medical kit without saying a word. When he came back, he had an extra boning knife in his hand that only a butcher would use.

   Winters' hair stood up all over his body: "What are you going to do?"

   "Healing the sorcerer." Kaman pun.

After    Winters retreated to the chair like lightning, the pain was suppressed by the stress state. Although his reason told him that there would definitely not be a "only one person can stand" finale today, but his intuition made him feel an unprecedented crisis.

   How about applying magic to torture? Just thinking about it in your mind, you can see that being burned at the stake is already a very merciful way to die.

   Winters quickly inspected the battlefield—the exit to the office was behind Kaman, and the dignity cost of jumping out of the window was too high.

  Kaman approached step by step and explained unsmilingly: "The wound is in the body. If you want to use magic, you must cut the skin, fat, and tendons, down to the bone, so that the surgery can be accurately performed."

   Winters keenly caught the loophole: "Could it be that magic can't work through flesh and blood?"

  Kaman smiled politely, but did not answer directly.

   He flicked the sharp blade with a cold glow, and the sharp blade returned with a sweet and crisp sound: "Don't worry, if you can't struggle, you will only leave a very shallow scar in the end."

  Winters grabbed the only weapon - the armchair, and backed up again and again: "No need! It's good to rest!"

   "You are not boasting, you are not afraid of death." Kaman smiled and asked: "Why are you afraid of surgery?"

   As soon as these words came out, Winters stopped and stood still.

This move,   , surprised Kaman. Kaman looked at Winters calmly, waiting for the latter to speak.

   "Okay!" After a fierce ideological struggle, Winters finally gritted his teeth and answered: "At least it can be used as a sample for magic experiments - then come on."

   But he asked worriedly: "But I vaguely remember that you said, 'Bone injury cannot be used with magic, otherwise the injured person will easily die'. Why can the rib be used with magic? What is special about the rib?"

   "There is no special place." Kaman shook his head calmly: "Use a magic spell on the bone injury of the rib, and the recipient can easily die."

   Winters froze for a moment, then roared angrily.

The    roar alarmed the people downstairs.

   The sound of "噔噔噔噔" came from going up the stairs, Kaman laughed and didn't see what he was doing, but the sharp blade had disappeared from his hand.

  The door was knocked open.

  Angelo broke in.

   Pierre with a saber followed closely behind.

   [Mid-autumn holiday, it's not over yet...not yet...]

   [I owe a chapter (to be added to the debt sheet that needs to be repaid in the short term), sorry Orz]

   [No more FLAGs in the future (Q_Q)]

   [Thanks to book lovers for their collection, reading, subscription, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, rewards and comments, thank you all]

   (end of this chapter)