Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 188

2021-01-23

Chapter 188 Entering the City
In the makeshift infirmary, Bud is examining Winters for his left ear. injury.

The structure of the hearing organ involves the knowledge of dissection. I am afraid that only Father Kaman understands it within a radius of 100 kilometers, so Bud can't see why.

"Will I just be deaf like this? already?" Winters asked aggrievedly.

"No." Bud comforted: "Major Moritz didn't recover completely as before."

"Alas."

"It's okay. Bleeding means there's a wound, so don't touch it. Don't worry, it's alright."

Setting Winters in place, Bud began to deal with the other wounded soldiers.

In accordance with Army regulations, the medical facility should be located in the safe rear. But Budd found that the sooner wounded soldiers were treated, the better — even the simplest of treatments.

So his makeshift hospital was on the battlefield: the carriage was the operating table, the stretcher was made of lance, and the tools were only knives, pliers and stitches.

When the standing army soldiers are transported back to the main camp for treatment, Jieska Battallion's militiamen can pull arrows, take lead bullets, and sew knife wounds in the temporary medical center.

However, surgery such as amputation still has to be sent to Legion Medical Center.

Within 3 minutes, Bud saw Winters running into the infirmary again.

Winters asked: "But the major has two ears, I only have the left ear..."

"It's okay, don't worry," Bud replied as he stitched.

"Oh."

3 minutes later.

"How do you know it's okay?"

"I guess."

"..."

Another 3 minutes passed.

"What if I can't recover? Am I really deaf like this? I..."

"No, just don't touch it."

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"Okay."

Another 3 minutes passed.

Winters runs into the infirmary again.

"You spare me." Bud said with a bitter smile.

"Let's go clean up the battlefield."

"Do I have to go too?"

"This." Winters scratched his head and said, "You It's okay not to go."

"Then why are you here?"

"I just wanted to ask...you can really be sure that I'm fine..."

"get lost!"

...

Some people say: After the war, there will be heavy rain.

But this time is different.

The rain had been advanced in advance, and when the sound of fighting gradually disappeared, the sun that had not been seen for several days showed its true face.

The bright sun shines on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth.

The raindrops on the blades of grass reflect a little glow, and wasteland seems to be covered in a veil.

The beauty of the battlefield feels unreal, only the icy corpses are a ruthless reminder of what just happened here.

Platoon's soldiers, drawn into two loose rows, are sweeping the battlefield.

Sweeping the battlefield is all about gathering what's available, freeing dying enemies, and making sure dead ones are dead.

General Sackler didn't even give him a break, and as soon as the battle within sight was over, he urged all soldiers who could still move to work.

Jesska battallion is also in the queue to clean the battlefield. After several "training", everyone is very proficient in this work - even more proficient than the standing army.

Everyone carries long and short weapons at the same time. When they see the enemy's corpse, they first use the long weapons to give them, and then use the short blade to cut off their ears.

Winters rode the Strong Luck behind a single-carriage.

From time to time militiamen put bloody armor and weapons on the carriage. There are people of Heder, and there are people of their own.

Andre and Mason rode side by side with him, chatting with each other.

Winters stroked his strong mane and said casually: "The cavalry still has to be assigned to the battallion, and it is better to assign a battalion to a detachment."

Andre laughed dumbly: " A troop of cavalry for an infantry battalion? Might as well call an infantry battalion for a cavalry detachment, and you don't count the cost."

"In other words, it would be useful to mix cavalry and infantry at the battallion level. ."

"Nonsense, cavalry is useful at all times, four legs are faster than two. But the cavalry must not be scattered, must be concentrated. It can be assigned to the infantry battallion according to the situation." Andrei "You feel that way because we've always been alone," concluded Mason, who looked thoughtful.

Winters looked towards Mason, who looked thoughtful: "Senior, what do you say?"

"Not enough belts. If the axles are strong enough, you might be able to avoid suspension at all. But the guns and the frame need to be lightened." Mason threw away a word without thinking.

Andre teased: "Still thinking about your daughter?"

Mason asked without blinking, "You two just said that cavalry and infantry should be used together. , what about the artillery?"

"The artillery must first be able to keep up with the marching speed, not to mention the cavalry, but at least the infantry?" Andre patted the Senior's Shoulders, carefree said: "We three little Hundred-Men Commanders, why study these?"

"Yeah! Why study these? I still have to go back to Palato. Pig?" Mason laughed heartily, laughing until tears came out.

Winters felt sad and comforted Senior in a low voice: "It's gold that always shines."

Mason smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.

The loose double-row line keeps moving forward.

Some militiamen waved and shouted: "Your Excellency! There is a live here!"

"Can you speak?" Andrei asked.

"Yes!"

"Take it to the lieutenant colonel."

Whether he can speak, this is a horizontal line that determines the life and death of Heard's prisoners.

The Veneta army is relatively restrained when it comes to executing prisoners. Don't do it unless necessary.

As for the Paratus, there was no psychological pressure on them to execute Heard captives. Whether to keep prisoners or not depends entirely on the capacity, the situation of the battle and the mood of the commander.

Unconsciously, Winters and the others were gradually assimilated by the cruel customs of the "border people".

A green-helmed tassel cavalry came running from a distance, shouting from everywhere, "Where's Jashka battallion?"

Winters beckoned the messenger to come.

The messenger asked respectfully, "Which one is Chief Montagne? Which one is Chief Mason?"

"What's the matter?"

" The general wants to see two of them."

...

The messenger led the two Hundred-Men Commanders at a gallop.

"General?" Winters couldn't help but wonder: "Alpad? Sackler? Why are you looking for me?"

After arriving, he realized that the messenger's grammar was wrong. Not [generals], but [generals].

Alpad and Sackler are surrounded by a group of officers, including Lieutenant Colonel Jesska.

Winters felt uncomfortable as he found the officers staring at him and Mason, and some were green with envy.

At the same time, he found that the two generals were standing on the small dirt bag where the white lion Yasin had been shelled.

"Two boys, why are you standing still?" General Arpad waved high-spirited and vigorously to the two Hundred-Men Commanders: "Come here!"

This film The small area looks very tragic, with the corpses of people and horses. Combined with rain and trampling, it has become a quagmire.

The disfigured corpse was soaked in the muddy water and had begun to turn white.

Winters' attention is drawn to an arm.

The arm, dipped in the mud alone—it appears to be the left hand—points toward the sky.

As for the rest of the body...don't know where it went.

It is difficult to make a conclusion whether the arm leaves the body or the body leaves the arm.

Will the butcher be touched by the sight of the slaughterhouse?
Winters doesn't know, but he does have some indescribable feelings—not guilt, but also not joy.

Arpad leaned on a saber, pointed to the corpse of the blue gilded horse, looked at the two and asked, "Jesska told me that it was you two who shot Yasin to death. already?"

Jesska nodded slightly to Winters.

"We fired the cannons, General." Winters replied without omission and in detail, "But Yassin, the enemy chief, shouldn't be dead."

Arpad clapped his hands and laughed: "The prisoner confessed that Yassin was seriously injured, and maybe he would have died at this time."

The major general kicked the helmet with green feathers on the side of the kick again, jokingly said: "Regardless of Yasin Dead or not, you all made him bleed. Four Thousand-man Commanders were killed in one shot! If I hadn't counted the four helmets myself, I would have thought that Jesska had drunk too much."

"It was Lieutenant Colonel Jesska who commanded properly." Mason gave the standard answer.

"Jesska was born in a cavalry, he knows how to shoot a gun?" Arpad sneered, he pointed a corpse on the ground with a saber: "Especially this barbarian, do you know who he is? ?"

Of course Winters and Mason didn't know.

The armor of the corpse was heavily dimpled and holed by lead bullets, and the whole person almost turned into a honeycomb.

"This man's name is [Borgley], which means Owl [Owl]. He's Yasin's [Qingbuhua Haugekota], the Thousand-man Commander. You kill them. He's like breaking Yashin's arm."

Winters had a little impression that between the first shot and the second shot, it should be this person dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety in the way of Yashin Xin front.

He wanted to see the warrior's face, but the owl's features had been beaten out of shape.

"You two have done great work, I want to reward you!" Arpad didn't hide it, he blunt said: "If you are from Paratus, it's not too much to jump Level 3. But you are outsiders, and I cannot raise your rank directly."

"Borgley's sword belongs to you." Arpad threw the machete he was leaning on to Mason: "You are from the United Province, I I'll let you go back to the province."

"And you." Arpad took out a shiny object from the mezzanine of the breastplate and mail, and threw it at Winters: "This will be yours later! Then!"

The thing started with a heavy weight, an exquisite wine jug. Flat square, with smooth edges and corners.

A jug? What's the meaning? Winters is a little elusive.

He didn't even bother to think. Since Arpad dared to give it, he dared to take it.

And the Major General was right—only the truth can be so harsh.

For medals, Winters dares to take them; for jugs, Winters dares to take them; for gold and silver, Winters dares to take them even more.

But if it was given to a school officer, Winters would not dare to accept it.

......

The republics have the same military rank and rank.

Legally, all the military personnel of the Alliance are under one big framework.

Even the promotion of officers of all allied countries has to send official documents to the Allied Army Department for approval, and go through the formalities.

According to the rules, the transfer of military personnel is equal to the transfer. Plato's colonel went to Veneta and was still the colonel.

What kind of business is it to accumulate work in Palato and return to Veneta to serve as an official? Isn't it the same as being roasted on the fire?
On the contrary, it is now that Winters is more comfortable and comfortable.

Although Arpad's speech was not polite at all. From the standpoint of action alone, he considered it from the Veneta's standpoint.

……

Here, Winters thanked him and put away the jug at will.

Over there, Mason lifts the head, and suddenly said: "General, please let me stay in Palatu."

"What?" Arpad raised his eyebrows: " You don't want to go home?"

"I want it, I dream about it." Mason replied word by word: "But in the province, I'm not as good as an outsider."

Alpad laughed heartily, the other Platoon officers also laughed, only Jessica and the others did not laugh.

The major general wiped the tears from his laughter, suddenly the complexion changed, and asked the surrounding officers in a cold voice: "What are you laughing at?"

Everyone froze in place, keep quiet out of fear .

"Is he right?" Arpad looked around all around and asked with a cold face: "If he was from the United Provinces, would he still be sent to Palatu?"

No one knows how to answer.

Alpad coldly snorted, took the saber and hung it on Mason's belt with his own hands, and patted Mason's shoulder: "Starting today, the country of galloping horses is your home."

The major general turned his head and looked towards Lieutenant Colonel Jesska: "You battalions help you in the rain, and you are all rewarded. Take your people to Bianli, and I will let you be the first to enter the city!"

......

 …

The battle within the line of sight is over, and the battle continues beyond the line of sight.

Platoon's hussars have set out to hunt down the remnants.

Hard's army disintegrated, and it was the time when the hussars showed their talents.

If Sackler Legion is defeated, no infantry can escape in the vast wasteland.

But now that the Hurds are defeated, they can easily disengage with their short-range mobility.

The Hurds are cavalrymen, and they are herdsmen who run for their lives. Whether it can expand the victory depends entirely on the ability of the Palatine Hussars.

Compared to heavily armored cavalry, hussars are unarmored, lightly loaded, and use light horses that are more agile and agile.

The Hurd cavalry came and went like the wind, and the Palatine hussars came and went like the wind, and the wind was faster.

The battle has not yet been decided, and Arpad has already sent someone to copy the old camp of the Chihe Department.

It's no wonder that Palato's infantry faction is unbalanced. They do the hardest work, but most of the honor, credit and spills of war are taken away by the cavalry.

But Jessica battallion has no grudges now, because they can enter Bianli first.

The so-called "first into the city" is a euphemism for the first robbery.

The white lion blew a big gap on the city wall by itself, which saved a lot of effort for the Paratus people.

Jesska battallion assembled outside the gap, waiting for the lieutenant colonel's order.

Everyone was beaming with joy, and some people ran over to ask, when will the golden man be raised?
Only a few people know where the Golden Man is buried, and information about the Golden Man has been ordered to be kept secret - though certainly not.

Before, he was blocked in the bridgehead by the Teltown Department, and he could only stare knowingly that the Jin Man was outside.

Now seeing the defeat of the Hurds, the militias have become restless.

Winters could only appease everyone, "Go dig when it's safe to do so."

In fact, there was no need to remind the militiamen at all, the officers of Jesska battallion had already been troubled by the golden man. .

To Legion? Or privately?
It's easiest to hand over to Legion, but may only give you a leg as a reward.

Personal sharing, it is inevitable that rumors will leak out, and some people will be interested in making money. Moreover, private division requires equipment and time, and it is not easy to divide two tons of gold into hundreds.

And is a golden man a big deal? Or is it small? This is a "legal" question.

According to the unwritten rule, the small pieces of spills of war belong to the private sector, and the large pieces belong to the public.

Gold and silver are generally considered small pieces, because no one can come up with a particularly large piece of gold and silver.

Things like gold and silver coins, scabbards, armbands, etc., whoever takes it goes to whoever takes it is only right and proper.

The gold and silver sacrificial utensils seized by Jieska battallion, the definitions of these things are rather ambiguous.

The lieutenant colonel handed in three pieces, and the rest were divided among the militiamen participating in the battle, and Legion did not pursue it.

Who would have thought that the Turtletown Department would come up with a gold man... In terms of gold, it's a small piece. But by size, it's a big one.

Winters didn't know what to do, and it was really up to Lieutenant Colonel Jesska to make up his mind.

Let's give Lieutenant Colonel Jeska a headache! For now, Winters just wants to go into town and find out.

The battallion was all ready, the lieutenant colonel gave an order, and the militiamen cautiously "attacked" into Bianli.

But the expected resistance and street fighting did not appear, Bian Li was very quiet, and there was no one on the street.

The crowd stood in the gap, not knowing what to do.

"The city of the Hurds is no different from ours." Ciel looked at the buildings and streets of Bian Li, and said in a low voice, "It's just a little rotten."

The Hurds laid stone pavement in the inner city, but they were very particular about it.

The stone pavement is flanked by longhouses with earthen walls and grass roofs. After passing through the fire and the water again, the roof and walls of the longhouse still have black marks.

"Robbery will not be robbed!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica hate iron for not becoming steel: "Don't stand stupidly. Go to the center of the city and find the most beautiful and luxurious house. Enemies, shout a warning!"

The crowd swarmed in.

The Dussacks on their horses rushed to the front and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, splashing others with muddy water.

"Those Tussacks!" Jesska sneered, "Robbery is really their ancestral craft."

Winters wondered what was going on. The lieutenant colonel said: "I'm afraid that those who can still fight in Bian Li have already broken through with the white lions. It is estimated that there are only old and young women and children left in the city."

"I think it is similar." Jie Shika nodded.

The two were talking when Pierre galloped back from the end of the street, almost hitting his own.

"What's wrong?" Winters complexion changed, and asked loudly, "There are still enemies?"

Pierre jumped off the saddle, out of breath: "The city center is still There is a big tent! The old camp in Bittletown is even bigger!”

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In the center of the main city of Bianli, a huge and luxurious The felt tent stood abruptly in the open space.

The space inside the city wall is always tight, but there is no building within twenty meters of this felt tent.

Behind the felt tent, a blue horse fell on a large stone slab.

The chest of the corpse was split open, and it seemed that something broke out. The rest is intact, and the scene is very eerie and thrilling.

Winters pinched the spikes, cautiously using the machete to lift the curtains.

The felt tent was filled with smoke.

The second golden statue that everyone was looking forward to was not found. There was only a pile of bonfires that had been extinguished in the felt tent, and corpses covered in strange clothes all over the floor.

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