Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 306

2021-04-29

Chapter 306 Cutting Heads
A small team of small teams are struggling on the dirt road in the country.

The three carts were loaded with grain and agricultural tools such as pickaxes and shovels, and were pulled by several mules and horses.

In addition to the cavalry leading the way wearing uniform sabres and gauntlets, the other members of the convoy carried the weapon myriad.

Rich men in knitted wool cloak carry muskets on their shoulders, poor men in burlap tunics have only axes and even clubs in their hands.

The day before yesterday, they were ordinary commoners. Today, they have become soldiers, regardless of whether they are rich or poor. They are all moving in known and unknown directions.

Fear, longing and dazedness...all kinds of emotions spread through the crowd at the same time.

This little motorcade is a tributary of the truckload, manpower and carriage that are continuously converging from all over Middle Iron Peak to Sank.

"Don't be procrastinating!" The cavalry leading the convoy appeared to be from Dusa, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his left arm, he patrolled back and forth, urging loudly: "The slower you go The faster you die! The faster the pace!"

The scolding was like an invisible whip, and the pace of the temporarily recruited militia seemed to have become faster.

Someone in the team muttered softly: "It's easy to say, you ride a horse, we walk..."

Others couldn't help but complain: "Walk, walk! Go! If I had known this, I wouldn't have followed!"

The wound on his left arm was aching, and [Tulin] sighed in his heart, not listening to the complaints of the crowd.

No one knows better than Dussack—there's nothing wrong with being a clerk. Even the most valiant warriors are unavoidable, even more how are these temporarily conscripted civilians.

After being wounded in a fight with Heard barbarians, Turin was specially ordered by the Montagne tribune to be removed from the battle line and instead perform some safer tasks, such as recruiting the militia.

Turin straightened his back and looked at the horizon all around, a sense of unease always lingering in his heart.

Tiefeng County has become a battlefield, and there is no safe place in the battlefield.

"Will you take a break? Master sergeant!" A young farmer in the team pleaded loudly to Dussac: "It's been a long time since I've been walking, I really can't walk."

"Yes, yes." For a while, the others echoed: "Just take a break."

"Take a break!" Turin's eyes widened, and he took out the air of a veteran, Strictly reprimanded: "Staying in this place, if you meet barbarians, you will all have to be kicked out! Who the fuck wants to die, I will help him, and stop hurting others!"

No one spoke.

Seeing that the team was quiet, Turin reassured everyone with a gentle tone: "There is a military station in front, just take a small section of the road. It is not only safe, but also has food and drink. Wait until the military station. , I'll let you rest for a while..."

While Turin was racking his brains to encourage the team, a row of birds started up behind the barren slope in the west, and the knocking could be faintly heard. drum sound.

Turin looked back in horror, exclaiming in his heart: "Not good!"

I saw a group of riders jumping off the barren slope and moving towards Turin's team rushing straight come over.

The newly recruited militia was unknown, some people thought it was their own cavalry, moved towards the other side and waved. More militias stood stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Enemy attack!" Turin shouted, drawing his sword and drawing out his scabbard: "Everyone come to me!"

The militiamen realized that it was Heard Barbarian, crying and cursing burst out.

The crowd rushed to the ditches and woods by the roadside, and few militiamen heeded Turin's orders.

"Sergeant!" Another cavalry rushed to Turin's side: "What should I do?"

Turin was furious, scolded, and gave an order helplessly: "Withdraw!"

misfortunes never come alone, and silhouettes of cavalry appear on the road ahead. It seemed to be a double attack, but the sound of the cavalry's hoofs from the north was drowned out by the hooves from the west.

Turin and his men jumped over the ditch and galloped into the forest.

The Hurd rider who was ambushed on the barren slope instantly overwhelmed the convoy, wantonly slashing and killing the Paratus who didn't have time to run away.

Tulin's forehead bulged with blue veins, and his teeth rattled, but turning his head and desperately trying to die was nothing but death.

At this moment, the cavalry behind Turin suddenly shouted: "No! It seems to be one of our people!"

Turin stationed on the horse to look back - the second The cavalry did not scatter to kill the militia, but plunged straight into the Hurd cavalry. The sharp saber drew an arc and slashed towards the head and shoulders of Barbarian Hurd.

Herd barbarian shouted in horror in an unfamiliar language, just like the Tiefeng County militia just now.

Turin could see it clearly, the number of cavalry on his side was far less than that of Hurd, and they just took advantage of the raid. Once the barbarian came back to his senses, it's hard to say who wins and who loses.

"Stop running!" Turin tried his best to stop the fleeing militia: "Fight back!"

Still few people paid him any attention.

Turin roared angrily, wrapped the reins around his wounded left arm, stabbed the horse with the heels of his boots, and roared at the nearest Heard barbarian.

The few cavalrymen who came to carry out the mission with Turin also drew their swords and spears without the slightest hesitation, and followed the sergeant back to their horses to meet.

Not all of the militia were just escaping for their lives, some brave militiamen were also fighting to the death with the Hart barbarians.

Turin stood on the pedals, slashing the enemy like a madman, and the trajectories of the saber were crossed every two times. His steed, the ink blue and black, also bit and kicked the dwarf steeds of the Heards furiously.

The two sides fought beside the ditch, on the edge of the woods and near the carriage. Most of the Hurds who fell from their horses were beaten to death by the militia, and gunshots were heard from time to time.

Seeing that there were not many people on the two legs, some Turdtown riders who had fled turned back. They dared not fight hand to hand, so they shot arrows from a distance.

East of the fork in the road there was another rumbling of hoofs, this time more deafening than the previous two combined.

Turin could not recognize the second group of cavalry, but he would never have mistaken the third group of cavalry - leading the charge was a red-maned horse.

"It's Ryrik!" Turin forced the barbarian Heard back, raised his saber, face looks sinister and roared: "It's Anglo! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

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The two sides were already fighting inextricably, and as soon as Anglo's new force joined the battle, the Turdun Hundred Cavalry was defeated immediately.

Angelo and Turin pursued and killed all the way, until it was dark before they returned to the place where the convoy was attacked.

While the Turdun cavalry was routed, there was still a mess to fix.

"Let the wounded take the cart to the next military station first, where there is a doctor." As soon as he got off the saddle, Anglo immediately began to arrange the cleaning of the battlefield: "Bjorn, Leclerc, you two Go into the forest and find all the militiamen who escaped."

"Company commander." The ten cavalry commander named Bjorn said with a bitter face: "My brother, the only ones who can move are left. Two of them."

"Take the captured Hedma." Anglo ordered without question: "You pick people from the militia and fill your account. Both of you are !"

"Yes!" The two ten captains did not dare to neglect, raised their hands to salute, and ran away.

"Register the dead." Anglo looked towards Turin again.

"Yes!" Turin answered yes first, and then asked: "What about the body?"

"Buried on the spot for now, and then it will be recovered well later."

"Yes!"

After solving a series of closing issues, Anglo just had a breath of time.

But another big problem awaited him—he didn't even recognize who the second cavalry was.

The first to launch the raid were the troops of the Teltown Department, and the last to come to the rescue was Anglo's cavalry.

The second group of cavalrymen was a completely unfamiliar third party, neither wearing military uniforms nor displaying flags.

Angelo is cleaning the battlefield, and the Strange Cavalry is also each minding their own business, gathering manpower and treating the wounded.

Anglo was particularly disturbed by the presence of a cavalry of unknown origin in Zhongtiefeng County. However, in Anglo's view, since the other party killed the Teltun people, they could be classified as friendly forces for the time being.

The unfamiliar cavalry assembled and rested in the open space beside the road, and did not send anyone to find Anglo. It seemed that they were waiting for Anglo to take the initiative to negotiate.

Anglo cheered up and led two sergeants to approach the strange cavalry: "The Lord bless you, friends. Where do you all come from?"

One wearing a The middle-age person in hunting suit came out and asked with a faint smile, "Don't you say thank you?"

Although the middle-age person was wearing hunting clothes, his military temperament could not be concealed.

Angelo gave a serious salute: "Thank you very much for your help, can you tell me the number?"

"You don't need to ask these." The middle-aged soldier waved his hand, blunt said: "Where is Winters · Montagne, I want to see him."

Anglo raised his eyebrows slightly, and after thinking for a while, simply replied: "Then please follow my cavalry first. Go ahead and see the Montagne tribune after this patrol is over."

It is too dangerous for a cavalry of unknown origin to take the Montagne big brother directly. Anglo decided to send a messenger back to explain the situation and temporarily control the other party.

The several attendants of the middle-aged soldier were quite resentful, but the expression of the middle-aged soldier did not change. He took out a letter: "When delivering the letter, by the way, send this letter to Captain Montagne."

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"Yes." Anglo took the envelope.

"Don't waste time." The middle-aged soldier narrowed his eyes slightly: "Send it now!"

Anglo replied in a conditioned reflex: "Yes."

At the same time, Turin also encountered a little problem.

Some of the older squires of the militia came to Turin and groveled to him - to go home.

The rusty blood splashed on the face, the dying wounded were moaning, the mutilated corpses were scattered on the wilderness... If there were several points of greed in the hearts of the militiamen before, this one. It was completely frightened to fight in the field. Some militiamen even ran away without coming back and became deserters.

"No." Turin flatly refused.

"You are one of a kind warriors, we can't compare! We really have no ability to fight." A landowner over fifty years old begged bitterly: "Even on the battlefield, we can only Running! Only bad things!"

"Yeah!" Another squire burst into tears: "Money, food, whatever you want..."

"You are all Ten Commander, temporary sergeant." Turin was already a little impatient, and the fierceness of Dussac came up: "Let you go, can the others stay? Be a deserter dead end! Whoever dares to run, I will do him. Mom hacked him with her own hands!"

Several squires shuddered with fright.

"Think with your ass." Turin's attitude softened a little, and he taught a cold lesson: "What is the tribune and the others, he doesn't know what you are? He can count on you to fight. Do you want to kill the enemy? When it comes to the battlefield, you are just digging trenches, building earth walls, and doing some physical work! The danger on the road is because there are Heard barbarians intercepting and killing them. When you reach the frontline camp, a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses will protect you. With you, the Hurds can kill you again? You say, don't you?"

It was both threats and reasoning, and it took a lot of effort for Turin to send the squires away. .

The squires returned to the expectant militia and repeated Turin's words.

The militiamen were utterly disappointed and desperate. Some cried on the spot, while others whispered, preparing to flee overnight.

Turin saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, he wanted to tell Captain Anglo Ralflovich immediately.

But before he got up, Anglo came to find him first, along with a strange middle-aged soldier.

Tulin didn't care about outsiders, and rushed to tell the story.

Angelo's expression became serious, but the middle-aged soldier was not at all anxious.

On the contrary, the latter thought it was very interesting, watching Anglo's reaction with great interest, which made Turin unable to help but feel angry.

"This situation." Anglo scratched his head and thought hard: "Hundred-Men Commander told me what to do, and gave an example..."

Middle-aged soldiers find it more interesting.

“What does the Hundred-Men Commander say?” Turin asked impatiently.

"Establish credit," Anglo replied.

The militia and cavalry were called up, and Anglo took out the announcement that read "Head Cutting Order" from his arms and read it out again in public.

The cavalry cheering excitedly, the militia still a little confused.

Speaking in public, Anglo was still a little sorry. He kindly and shyly reminded: "Go and cut it quickly, it will be difficult to do it when it's dark."

The cavalry team The members broke up laughing and the militia looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do.

"Wow!" Turin was very anxious when he saw that no one moved. He shouted in a rough voice, waving his saber to incite the crowd: "If we don't go, the bastards will snatch it all up!"

Seeing that no one dared to move, Turin was so angry that he swears swearing.

He foul-mouthed away, dragging back a body shortly after. He gritted his teeth, one blade after another cut off his head, and

some militiamen vomited out on the spot.

Tulin raised his head and yelled fiercely at the militia: "One moment! No?"

At this moment, the militia truly understood— The beheading order is real. What Sergeant Turin held in his hands was not a bulging dead head, but a tract of land.

The quick-responders have run to the corpse of the Teltown man. The militiamen who vomited just now, with the food residues on the corners of their mouths still not wiped off, ran faster than anyone else.

The middle-aged soldier couldn't laugh anymore, his expression became solemn little by little.

The middle-aged soldier looked back at his subordinates, and saw that many of them had their throats rolled, and their eyes were full of surprise - as well as hope and regret.

"Explain to your people." Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Anglo walked over to Turin and said, "Only the enemies you kill are allowed to be cut, and the heads of yourself and your allies are the same. Hanging...and helmets and hats as credentials..."

These are all written in the announcement, which has just been read out. But looking at the fanaticism of the militia, Anglo regretted not reading it a few more times.

"Yes!" Turin replied subconsciously as usual, he wanted to reconvene the crowd, but he couldn't.

Not far away, two militiamen were arguing red-faced, and a militiaman wrapped in cashmere cloak shouted: "He was obviously killed by me! I killed him with a musket! The bullet is on him. Do you have a musket?!"

Another skinny militiaman in burlap not to be outdone: "You just knocked him off his horse! He wasn't dead when he fell off his horse! I killed him! You have so much land in your family, why are you robbing me for this head?"

As for the heads of those Terdun people who were randomly beaten to death by the crowd, it caused many disputes. Even fighting, like a bloody and absurd drama.

"The head cutting order is too simple and rude, and it needs to be carefully specified." Anglo watched the farce in front of him, and he was a little worried: "If this goes on, I'm afraid there is still a war in front, and there will be a war in the back. Fight for the first level."

Turin yelled and ran over to stop the fight: "each person gets half! each person gets half!"

The originally quiet country road became like a The pub is generally noisy and noisy, but no one is clamoring to go home.

[Thanks to book friends for their collection, reading, subscription, recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, reward and comment, thank you all]
[I wish everyone a happy May Day in advance! ]
[In addition, there are two incidents recorded in the Qin Dynasty's "Conclusion Ceremony". One is that soldiers killed each other for the first rank. . ]
[Without a perfect and without blemish system, there will be various problems in the implementation of the system]
[The first-level power system is bloody and tyrannical, and has various side effects. But from another point of view, it is also the fairest, most direct, and easiest incentive measure]
[And to say more, the head cutting order is only a temporary incentive policy, and Winters has not implemented this policy all the time.下去的想法……毕竟他也不是什么真的恐虐神选冠军……]