Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 226

2021-01-26

Chapter 226 Thinking

The militia as easy as blowing off dust took down this gang, Winters is not surprised.

He has three arrows and nearly 40 people. If he can't get rid of the 20 or so bandits, then he is really busy.

Angelo was inadvertently right about one point - "It is much easier to fight bandits than to hunt."

For the "fishing and hunting tribe", hunting is equivalent to military training.

Arranging the route, planning the time, dividing and attacking, this is a typical military operation.

When Winters migrated with the Chihe Department, they found that the Hurds camped and pulled out every day during the migration process, which was actually no different from marching.

"March, march, marshals lead us to win battles by marching!" Battles are boring marches, camping, and camping, but there is actually very little time to fight.

......

The militia captured the gangsters and ransacked their home by the way.

"Twenty-two were captured alive, and two wanted to resist, but they were all resolved." Pierre couldn't say he was happy or angry, he said blankly: "There are broken swords and spears A few handfuls, and the grain is only a few bags of wheat and rye."

Winters also sighed: "Why are they so poor?"

"If they are not poor, they will not come out to be robbers. ." Pierre asked in a low voice: "Let it go? Or?"

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Winters thought for a moment, then said, "If you let it go, they'll still be bandits."

Pierre turned to leave without saying a word.

"Don't worry." Winters stopped Pierre.

Pierre waited quietly for Winters' order.

Winters brows tightly frowns: "Killing them indiscriminately is no good. These are the farmers who are dutiful, and they run away when they can't survive."

"I'll do it. , don't worry," Pierre said softly.

"That's not what I meant." Winters patted Pierre's arm: "Take out the habitual bandit and bury it. The others are taken back to Wolftown."

Pierre Er's eyes widened: "You want to collect them?"

"Of course not." Winters shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Where do I get so much food? If you really want to collect them, you have to choose a good collection."

"Then..."

Winters made up his mind: "Give them something to eat, find them something to do, let them settle down first, and take one step at a time. Not enough food. , we will find a way to buy and exchange them. We will wait until the autumn food is down."

"Then... in what name to restrain them?" Pierre thought quickly: "If they are not militiamen. "

"What about the prisoners?" Winters asked back: "According to the new land law, they should all be hanged. We won't kill them, but let them serve the prisoners. Make it clear to them that it's not a lifetime of labor." , if possible, let them go home."

"I think it's ok." Pierre nodded heavily: "I'll arrange it."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and saluted , turn away.

Winters looked at Pierre's back, wondering what to think.

Pierre is a good youngster, smart, dependable and competent.

Winters can entrust his life to Pierre, and Pierre will entrust his life to him without the slightest hesitation.

But Pierre has changed, he is no longer the carefree little Dussack he used to be.

Perhaps the world has changed, and Pierre chose to respond with a cold heart.

Winters has a brotherly affection for Pierre, and he hopes to protect Pierre from going astray.

But he is not sure what the future will be like.

Winters sighed, what right does he have to worry about Pierre? He himself has changed.

"Prisoner? Slave?" Winters shook his head with a wry smile: "Isn't this a Heard tribe?"

......

Early August.

Sunny day.

Outside the Sengeis Valley village in the town of black liquid.

A simple second layer round wooden village stands alone by the forest.

The stockade is very small, less than twenty meters in diameter.

This wooden village was originally a place for the villagers of the Sanghis Valley in Black Liquid Town to hide from bandits, but it was occupied by a group of bandits instead.

Pierre held a door as a shield and approached the wooden village with three steps and two steps.

"Listen to the bandits in here! Surrender now! Or we'll set fire to it!"

While Pierre went to convince people, Winters was leading three arrows Build a simple battering ram out of range of a bow.

In just one week, the militia team swept away several bandits near Wolf Town.

As Winters puts it, militias and bandits are inherently antagonistic.

The scourge of bandits to the common people is no less than that of the food collection team.

Aside from just and honorable reasons, Winters has a more obscure idea: he wants to get some food from bandits.

How can you get enough food just by hunting? Moreover, the best part of the prey is also exchanged for grain, and the rest is offal.

Twice a day of wild vegetable and large intestine soup makes Winters sick.

However, at present, this plan has failed, because the bandits have no surplus food in their hands.

But the bandits still need to be suppressed, there is no reason to do so, and there is a reason to do so.

The Sanghiz Valley gave Winters a very good reason: two big carts of wheat.

Not barley, not rye, not oats.

It is wheat, the best grain.

Winters, like the militiamen, eats black bread every day, and his stomach aches.

Even this kind of toothy rough bread is only two pieces per meal. Winters even started to miss three dairy meals a day in Chihebe.

The news of the wolf town official's return spread to nearby villages and towns, and the news that the wolf town official was leading troops to suppress bandits also spread like wildfire.

The villagers of Senge, who were cornered by a band of bandits commiting any imaginable misdeed, learned the news like a life-saving straw.

The village chief of St. Ghis Valley rode a donkey and drove one day and one night to Wolf Town, asking Winters to enforce the law across the border.

And he promised that everything the bandits had, Winters could take away as spills of war.

Except the women -- the women of the Senge's Valley.

This gang of gangsters not only robbed food and money, but also harmed women.

A dozen women in the Sengeis Valley were snatched into the stockade by bandits and never came out. Five of them were not even married, and the youngest girl was not even fourteen years old.

Winters' anger goes without saying, the militiamen itch to the bone when they hear such a thing.

Small things like this, Winters will pick them up for no pay.

There was no need to boost morale, and everyone rushed to the Sengeis Valley overnight with weapons.

Winters wanted to lure out bandits and ambush in the wild.

But this group of bandits were very alert and immediately retreated into the wooden village when they found that the sentry had been removed.

The battle was deadlocked for a while.

It didn't take long for Pierre to run back.

“How?” Winters asked.

The militia were desperately lacking in siege capability, and the Winters had no working muskets, let alone cannons, and very few gunpowders.

It's best if the enemy is willing to surrender, and Winters doesn't want to see his warrior climb a ladder and attack the city with his life.

Pierre's face was a little weird. He scratched his hair and said, "That bandit chief made a condition."

"What condition?"

"He... he wants to duel with you."

...

The bandit leader is a burly brawny man, nearly two meters tall, looking as fierce as a bison quite.

He wears a full set of plate armor, not the normal infantry's plate breastplate with skirted armor, but a set of officer's 3rd-layer plate armor.

He didn't know where to get a pair of cavalry legs and a boat helmet.

Although the combination of this armor is somewhat nondescript, it is luxurious.

Because even his opponent, the young town sergeant, didn't have plate armor.

However, the bandit chief is currently lying on his back with a pig-hunting spear stuck in his face. He should be dead.

The stockade that was still cheering just now became absolute silence in an instant.

Winters took a deep breath, a request like a duel in front of him, he hadn't encountered it for a long time.

That feeling...is kinda nostalgic.

"Who else?" A thunderous sound swept across Lin Hai.

Winters pulled out the hog spear, picked up the bandit chief's helmet, and asked again, "Who else wants to come?"

The gate was a small crack, and then bang open.

 …

Control the gangsters, and the next step is screening.

Find out the habitual bandits, and keep the simple peasant children, and those who have not been infected with the bandit habit regardless of the law and of natural morality.

For this process, the wolf town militiamen are already familiar with it.

The village chief of the Senge's Valley promised two carts of grain, but Winters brought four carts -- he hoped to be able to decorate the spills of war to go.

Everyone does their part without Winters intervening.

He stayed beside the corpse of the bandit chief, examining his plate armor.

After checking, Winters raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, this is really an officer's armor."

"It should be stolen or robbed." Ciel comforted.

Pierre came out of the stockade and walked quickly back to Winters.

His lips trembled and he whispered, "You...you come and have a look..."

Pierre led Winters into the stockade. In the layer building, Winters saw more than a dozen women who were tortured beyond their human form.

Some are alive, some are dead.

The bandits are not raping them, the bandits are killing them.

The bandit leader uses this way of venting animal desires to force all bandits to "join".

A very young girl, younger than Ella and Scarlett, sat in the corner of the room, her hands tied to the wheels, her head bowed.

The blood under the body stained the wooden floor red.

The militias covered the girl's naked body covered in blood and mud with their clothes. She was dead.

A woman is alive and appears to be greatly stimulated when militiamen try to clothe her.

She ducked back desperately, flapping her arms indiscriminately and making a scream of send cold shivers down one's spine.

She's crazy.

Pride, complacency, the excitement of a duel, the joy of victory... all of Winters' emotions were all gone in an instant.

In his heart there is only sadness, powerlessness, and anger, the anger that can burn the world.

The militiamen also stood silently, clenching their fists tightly and clenching their teeth.

"Bring 'em here!" Winters said, breathing heavily, "Get her off."

The bloody nose and swollen face gangsters were brought to the girl before.

Before Winters could speak, a skinny gangster knelt down and begged for mercy: "My lord! Hammerhead and his accomplices forced us to do it! If we don't do it, they will kill us. Us! Palin was killed by the hammerhead! The body was buried in the stockade!"

Winters pulled out Vashka's saber.

"Really! We're really being forced!" The skinny gangster, snot and tearful, pounced on another brandy nose gangster and shouted, "It's him! It's him! He's a hammer. Head's gang! And him and him!"

Winters grabbed the brandy nose gangster by hair and dragged him to the girl's body, making him kneel.

The brandy nose gangster, paralyzed with fright and incontinent, begged desperately: "My lord! Forgive me! Have mercy!"

Winters put his saber on the Brandy nose on the gangster's neck.

The militiamen are waiting for that moment.

Winters stopped as he let go of the brandy nose gangster and threw the saber back to Vashka.

"Thank you! Thank you sir!" The brandy nose gangster didn't care about his feces and urine on the ground, and tried his best to kiss Winters' boots: "I work extremely hard for you! I..."

Winters fiercely kicked the brandy nose gangster's jaw to smithereens with iron-clad boot toes.

 …

The threshing floor in the Sengeis Valley became a makeshift execution ground.

The villagers all came.

No distinction is made between men and women, and everyone has grief on their faces.

The father and mother who lost their daughter wept and cursed, they longed for justice.

In special times, everything is simple.

The accusation, after the trial, is followed by the execution.

The brandy nose gangster is tied to a stone platter.

Winters was a judge and an executioner. He executed it himself—a job no one else could do.

He raised high iron wheels, fiercely smashed the brandy nose gangster's left arm.

With the sound of bones shattering, the brandy nose gangster's left arm was bent at an unnatural angle, revealing stubble.

Blood splattered on Winters' hands and cheeks, and he lifted the wheel expressionlessly, smashing it down again fiercely.

After the left arm, followed by the right arm, right leg, and left leg.

The gangsters watching the execution were all terrified and incontinent, and a few gangsters knelt on the ground and retched.

brandy nose The gangster still breathes, and Charles and Pierre free him from the stone mill.

With screams and muffled noises, the bandits were pinned to the wheels alive.

An innocent girl once died on this wheel, and now one of her killers is tied to the same wheel.

The brandy nose gangster will be hanged to death.

After death, he will continue to be displayed until the vultures and crows have eaten up his carrion, until he is left with nothing but bones.

This is the round of punishment, one of the most severe punishments.

This kind of punishment is not even a professional executioner, because it is too cruel.

According to the new land reclamation law, crowds were gathered to block the road and loot.

The round of execution is followed by the hanging.

The six habitual bandits were hanged from the crooked-neck tree at the entrance of the village.

Thirty-three accomplices were whipped.

The militiamen who executed the execution did not hold back any strength.

As for the dead bandit leader "Hammer", his bones were smashed to ashes.

He will continue to suffer in the fires of hell, and even if the angels sound the trumpet of the end of the world, he will not be able to rise from the grave.

For the accomplices who survive, hard labor awaits them.

The public trial and execution soon ended.

When the militia team of Langtun Town left, the village chief of Sanghis Valley held Winters' hand tightly and burst into tears: "Thank you...Thank you..."

The original agreement Only two truckloads of wheat were given, and the villagers in the Sanghiz Valley packed two truckloads of oats and rye, and they worked hard to pack more, hoping the militia team would take more.

“I…” Winters hesitated, emotionally unable to receive the food, but he needed it.

He held the old village chief's hand and said firmly: "If there is such a thing in the future, you come to me, and you don't need to give anything."

… …

Winters headed back home with a heavy heart.

After reuniting with Pierre and other old clubs, everything went well for him.

Life is hard.

Half wheat, two rye, and one oatmeal loaf—not even on the Great Wasteland, Winters has had a hard time.

And there are endless fires with his subordinates every day-except Pierre, everyone else is blind, and he has to teach everything.

But Winters is happy.

His body is tired, his spirit is happy.

He had a feeling of being out of place in the Chihe Department, in the castles of the kings, and in the Mitchell Manor.

More than once he woke up in a dream, and more than once he felt that there was an ambush in an unseen corner.

The Winters who returned to the army were like a fish back in water, he slept soundly, he breathed comfortably, and he no longer subconsciously suppressed his emotions.

He laughs out loud and can hover between life and death with rage. Whoever he wants to teach a lesson will definitely have a boot print on his trousers.

His subordinates were not surprised by this, and even more respected and loved him because of his temperament.

However, Vashka was kicked the most and the hardest, and she still smirked and leaned in front of Winters every day.

Not only is Winters happy, he even has some pride and self-confidence, and he's happy with what he's done.

He did his duty as a resident officer, he rebuilt Wolf Town in little by little, and he protected the peace of Wolf Town - even if only temporarily.

"Why should I stay here?" he asked himself more than once.

There is only one answer: "I'm sorry, I want to protect some things, I want to change some things."

But to what extent and to what extent, Winters did not Can think clearly.

is it possible that to change the Plato? A man against a country?
"That's arrogant." Winters' sanity told him it wasn't going to work.

So he made his goal as small and practical as possible: "I can't do much, but I can at least keep Wolftown safe."

Yet Sanghis What Gu saw bloodily told Winters: "Not enough."

Reid cultivator warned him at the end of his life: "Those who do not plan for the world are not enough for a moment; those who do not plan for the whole are not enough for a field."

Wolf Town, not enough.

The world is broken, and honest peasants can turn into the most murderous thugs in the blink of an eye.

If Revodan and even the whole new land is burning, how can the small town of Langtun survive by itself?
Winters realized that he had to take a longer view.

He was thinking.

(A total of 4 chapters have been added, currently 4/4).
I wonder if book lovers have noticed.

Before this, Winters' attitude towards habitual bandits was "buried". There was no trial and no publicity.

This is the easiest and most straightforward way to deal with it from his point of view.

The Valley of Senge is his first "Ming canon" execution of a bandit.

His mentality actually changed a bit, so he didn't just kill the brandy nose.

Killing, he can enjoy himself, but he can't kill like this. Because he has gradually become a "public power", he must take on more responsibilities and can no longer be happy and comfortable with each minding their own business.

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