Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 194

2021-01-23

Chapter 194 One Day

The first echelon is one day's journey ahead of the main force.

On the first day, they traveled along the south bank of the Confluence River.

The downstream beach is full of dead Heard washed ashore. With every few steps, Winters saw new swollen bodies.

Many crows and vultures came for the feast, pecking at the carrion recklessly, while staring at the living people who passed in front of them.

"Look at what!" Ciel couldn't bear it any longer, picked up a stone and threw it at the crow.

The black bird, with an unpleasant chirping, fluttered and took off, hovering over the Praetorian army.

Other militiamen also picked up stones and attacked crows and vultures.

Winters did not order the block.

"What are you looking at?" he thought gloomily: "Food."

...

Just as Winters and Haugwitz ended their feud Soon after, the messengers brought back the final verdict of the two generals.

The lacquered parchment had a word scrawled on it:

[Wheel]
The wheel, the man above the wheel, was left alone.

The orders were executed efficiently, and the remaining Heard women and children were driven across the river and left to fend for themselves.

Ryder cultivator despised General Prato's decision.

Reid cultivator asked Winters: "Absolute cruelty and absolute mercy, you can only choose one. Kill the father, let go of the wife and son, what is this?"

Winters couldn't answer.

But Arpad and Sackler had their reasons.

Women are a valuable resource and asset to the Hart tribes.

There are women before men, and no one knows this better than the hard-fought Hurds.

"Let the Chihe Department have a headache." When the high-level officers had a meeting, Arpad said nonchalantly, "Let's see if Yassin can defend these women. Hmph, I can't say there will be another battle. What."

......

When marching in the field without roads, the commander usually limits the daily travel to 20,000 steps.

The left and right feet each take one step, and the 20,000 steps are about 24 kilometers, so that the soldiers have spare energy to fight.

If you have a hard surface, you can walk up to 30,000 steps per day, about 36 kilometers.

But on the first day of departure, Winters' leading echelon only walked a dozen kilometers, less than 15,000 steps.

For no other reason, the carriage can't keep up.

The supply camps built along the route when they arrived have been burnt, and the Palatine army cannot obtain food supplies on the spot.

So the carriage that pulls the baggage becomes the shortest board of the wooden barrel.

Seeing the sun set, Colonel Bode, the commander of the first echelon, ordered to set up camp.

[Note: Colonel Daniel Bode is the commander in defense of Beizhai]
The short distance doesn't mean the day will end easily.

Soldiers also dig trenches and build camps large enough to accommodate large troops.

Regardless of the standing army and the auxiliary force, all had to work.

The grooms have to unbox and feed the horses, the soldiers in charge of cooking are busy gathering firewood and making fires, while others are digging trenches and building walls.

The fortifications are divided into sections and assigned to each Hundred Men Squad.

Winters patrols and supervises labor in the section his team is responsible for.

Everyone in the first echelon is assigned a shovel or a pickaxe, which makes digging much faster.

Don't underestimate shovels and pickaxes. The distribution of tools to ordinary soldiers is a major "renaissance" in Army tactics, and one of the contents of [Ned · Smith Military Reform].

However, due to the size and weight of the tools, it is inconvenient to carry. According to a Ten Men Squad, there are only two shovels, a pickaxe, an axe and a saw.

The night before his departure, Sackler put most of the tools of the two Legions into the hands of the first echelon, and specially arranged the carriage.

Even though everyone had tools at hand, the troops were barely finished until dark.

Then the militia under Winters finally heard the order to disband, after being personally checked by Colonel Bode.

The militiamen who returned to the camp took a few mouthfuls to eat and drink, and began to set up tents.

Everyone is extremely tired and just wants to sleep and rest.

Winters also returned to the battallion team, looking for something to eat.

The team site was deserted, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska had finished eating and left, and the other three Hundred-Men Commanders had not returned.

There were only three people in the tent: Father Carman, who was dining, Reid cultivator, and Bellion, the blacksmith, who was guarding the saucepan.

Since Lieutenant Colonel Jesska transferred the blacksmith to the battallion as a cook, Father Kaman and Reid cultivator have also come to the battallion to join forces.

Winters made a bowl of bisque by himself and asked Kaman, "How is it?"

Father Kaman put down the cutlery, made a salute, and said in a low voice, "Today There are five believers who have come to rest in the mercy of the Lord."

Rid cultivator sighed: "You can say that five are dead, and you don't need to go around like this. This kid can't understand."

Most of the seriously wounded will die within seven days, and some of the lightly wounded will have fever, shock and then die.

Winters have seen too much, already some numb.

He comforted Kaman and said, "Don't think too much, without you, more people would die."

Kaman was silent.

 …

The recovery rate of officers is much higher than that of soldiers, not only because officers are physically stronger, but also because officers can be well cared for when injured.

If the soldiers were treated the same way, the lightly wounded would have a great probability of surviving.

But the reality is that the wounded are largely unattended, as Legion has only combatants.

Only a few doctors in the army are full-time, and the rest are soldiers and officers.

It is a blessing that someone can stitch and take arrows to the wounded, and the rest can only depend on the luck of the wounded.

Jesska battallion is a special case, because with Kaman presiding over the medical clinic, the wounded in Jaskar's department have been given the best care they can get.

But even so, it is inevitable that there will be many wounded people who cannot survive the bumpy journey.

......

Winters thought for a while, then asked Kaman: "How many people can I add to you?"

Kaman made a silent stroke. present.

"Okay, I'll pick a few honest ones to send to you." Winters sipped the broth and continued, "I'll take someone to dig a grave later, using the Legion soldier's funeral rite. ..."

Andre energetic and bustling walked into the team headquarters, and asked the blacksmith, "What are you stewing today?"

"Horse meat." Berian replied.

"Not some day?" Andrei sighed, sitting down at the table.

Berrian filled a bowl of horse broth and served it to Andre.

Andre started to gobble, and he asked Winters without looking up: "Have you arranged for a night guard?"

Winters nods and asks in confusion, "What's the matter? ”

Andre finished drinking a bowl of soup, handed the empty bowl to the blacksmith with his left hand, stretched his right hand to the bread basket in the middle of the dining table, and said, “It’s marching and working again, why? The strength to stand guard? Want me to say, the Ten Men Squad who are in charge of the guard don't have to participate in the construction of the camp, let them rest well. Otherwise, they will have to doze off."

"It's OK...but, tonight, I'll be standing at night. What about the people on the guard?"

"Today's night guard?" Andre sneered: "Count them unlucky."

After dinner, the soldier's day is over, but Hundred -Men Commander's day isn't over yet.

The blacksmith's horse broth refreshed and filled Winters as he moved towards Jesska battallion's camp.

He wasn't going to sleep because the officer didn't live with the soldiers and his tent was in a separate camp in the middle of the camp.

He was just used to walking around the barracks after dinner.

Now is the most relaxing time in the barracks. Soldiers sit around the warm campfire and share warm meals with their fellow soldiers.

Warm, food, campfires, all of which can untie soldiers from the shackles of discipline.

Walking around camp at dinner time, Winters can get some vague perceptual perception: Cold? hunger? fear? anger? excited? Depressed? War tired? Dare to fight?
Winters went to the stables first. The horses were well cared for, with food and water.

At the stables, he accidentally bumps into Bud and Lieutenant Colonel Jessica, with Anglo the stablemate.

The left front hoof of a draught horse is tied to a stake, and Anglo is picking the horse's hoof.

“What happened?” Winters asked.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's face was gloomy: "You don't understand."

Winters was used to it, he turned his head and asked Bud: "What's going on?"

Bad Nunu mouth: "The hoof may be leaking, and walking is a little lame."

The hoof is leaking? Winters really doesn't get it...

"It just might have pus in it," Bud added.

"Oh."

"Did you understand?"

"No."

Anglo buried himself in his work , he first pryed off the shoe, and then like peeling a carrot, he peeled off the horse's hoof layer by layer.

Finally, the stableman took the drill and made a hole in the left flap of the horse's hoof.

Viscous, crimson pus and blood flowed from the hole and dripped on the ground in strands, making Winters' scalp tingle.

"Not good." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska said with his arms crossed.

"Well, it's not easy." Bud sighed.

After draining the pus and blood, Anglo washed the horseshoe, applied medicine, and finally wrapped it in a clean cotton cloth.

"This horse can't work recently." Anglo said distressedly: "It's better to let it rest, half a month is almost the same."

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska also sighed, showing a rare trace of sadness: "Let it follow, if it doesn't work... slaughter it, don't waste the forage."

The little stableman touched the horse's mane and said "um" in a low voice one sound.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska looked towards Winters again, frowned asked: "Why are you here?"

Winters hurriedly left and continued pacing towards the camp.

He walked to the place with the campfire, wrapped in the robes of the Heard, like an ordinary militiaman.

It was dark, everyone was busy filling their stomachs, and no one noticed Hundred-Men Commander passing by.

They either laughed, or cursed, or sang obscene ditties, or choreographed an embarrassing incident of an officer.

These are things they wouldn't say in front of Winters, giving Winters a strange sense of realism.

The army is a whole, the phalanx is a whole, and everyone in it is blurred.

Now, blurred individuals sit by the campfire, bit by bit turning into people of flesh and blood,

But Winters can't see or hear people either who is it.

Through the individual flesh and blood, he has a vague perceptual cognition of the whole [army].

This kind of perceptual cognition is like touching the "spirit" of the army, so Winters everyday all will walk, otherwise he will always feel uneasy.

Winters walked aimlessly when a voice came from the campfire behind him: "It's all bubbles, it's going to rot."

"Hold on." Another person Sniffing his nose, he answered in a low voice, "We can't let the peasants despise us."

He couldn't hear other people's voices, and he was very familiar with these two voices.

The previous one is Vashka.

The latter is Pierre.

Winters walked over and asked, "What's rotten?"

"What else? Feet!" Wasika replied irritably, and suddenly he stood up in horror: "Sir... sir!"

Beside Vashka, the other Dussacks who were roasting their feet on the campfire also stood up.

......

In order to save the stamina of the warhorse, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska strictly forbids any soldier to ride a horse, even Dussac must lead the horse on foot-unless encountering the enemy or performing reconnaissance missions.

"Luoquan's legs also went down to walk." The other militiamen muttered: "Let's see if they can eat our pain."

Seeing the normally arrogant Dousa Ke also wanted to walk in circles in Mai Cairo, and the [peasant son] in Dussac's mouth had a trace of happiness in his heart.

In the beginning, Dussack under Winters called the children of the peasant family [crop man], and the children of the peasant family also revered Dussack as [Tatar].

These two terms are extremely serious slurs that can kill each other as much as a 48-pounder cannonball.

If Winters wasn't there, a fluttering word of [Tatar] or [Peasant] could start a fight.

In this way, the people of Wolf Town left their hometown in the eyes of each other's contempt.

The things after that do not need to be repeated. Some people passed away, and some people added.

The newcomers also liked to say [Tatars] and [cropmen] at first, but after everyone supported each other several times to escape from death, [Tatars] and [cropmen] The two words were never mentioned again.

However, the antagonism caused by the difference of background is still vague, so the derogatory name has also changed quietly.
[Luoquan leg] replaced [Tatar], [peasant son] replaced [crop man].

From Winters' ears, [Luoquan leg] and [peasant child] are still very serious contempt.

"Can't you use your normal name?" Winters couldn't help talking to his militiamen.

According to the militiamen, these two words are insulting only in the ears of the other party, and the people who speak them only use them as neutral words.

When he mentioned this to Bud, Winters was still indignant: "Damn! They just lied to themselves! What do you mean by 'I say no insults, you listen to insults'? Is it a slur, Shouldn't it be up to the listeners to decide?"

"It's better than the [Tatars] and [the peasants]." Bud was helpless.

......

Someone is waiting for Dussac to make a fool of himself, and Dussac also knows that someone is waiting for them to make a fool of himself.

So they didn't complain or complain, they just walked away in silence.

The spirit is commendable, but the body can't be faked. Pierre, Vashka and the other Dussacs have blisters on their feet, some even the size of a thumb.

Winters saw what was going on at a glance, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "What's the use of burning fire? Go to the military doctor and let him pick out the needles for you, don't mess around. Squeeze."

Dussack in Wolf Town is very close to Winters and has a lot of courage.

Pierre whispered: "The barber is a farmer, and he will definitely laugh at us."

"What farmer?" Winters became furious when he heard this name: "Then you want me to choose for you?"

Pierre shook his head desperately.

"Don't shake your head." Winters reached out and grabbed Pierre's leg: "I'll pick it out for you."

"No, no..." Pierre stepped back, almost Fall: "I'm going to the army doctor."

"If you don't want to hear about the Tatars, don't call them peasants." Winters didn't know if these Dussacs would listen, he watched The blisters on the feet of the Dussacks said, "Forget it, I'll ask the military doctor to come over and be polite."

After walking a few steps, he turned back: "Tell the others, go tomorrow morning. Ask Lieutenant Bud for the shoes...how do you walk in riding boots?"

…

As the militiamen began dousing the campfire, Winters returned to his tent.

In the War Zone, he temporarily interrupted spell practice in order to save his "magic" for a rainy day.

He lit the oil lamp, and he had one last thing to do.

Winters took out the pen and paper, ink bottle, thought about what happened today, and started writing to Anna:

"From now on, every moment, I will be Closer to you..."

The letter was short, with only a few sentences, and Winters cautiously folded the letter and received it in the wooden box.

He squeezed out the oil lamp and got into the blanket.

In the wooden box on the small table, there are hundreds of sheets of paper stacked by neat and tidy.

This is an update from yesterday [Friday the 18th]...although it's only written now.

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