Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 322

2021-06-06

Chapter 322 Tears
If someone comes, someone will leave.

Less than ten days have passed since the destruction of the Turdun Khan Court, and the remnants of the enemy have not been completely wiped out, but many civilians who have fled can't wait to set out on their way home.

On the large and small roads of Middle Tiefeng County and Lower Tiefeng County, groups of men, women, the elderly and children moved towards home.

Their houses may have been burnt to ashes, their hoards of grain may have been looted, and why they are in such a hurry to return home is unclear.

Perhaps there is a small but clear voice in everyone's heart: "As long as you go home, there is always a way".

In addition to the returnees, a considerable number of people choose to stay in the town of Sank.

The remaining ones are mostly young and strong, the overwhelming majority are "militias", and many of them participated in the previous war.

Although the war was over and the militia was officially disbanded, there were still many militiamen stranded in the barracks and unwilling to leave.

Because as long as you stay for one day, you can eat at least two meals a day.

But there may well be another reason why the militias stayed.

"Before the Sovereign War, Veneta's large and small commercial city-states relied on mercenaries to fight." Antonio slowly recounted: "There is a common situation in the mercenary group - although many veterans cursed to fight, they They stayed in the Corps for the rest of their lives. Some veterans saved enough money to leave their armor and return to the field, but eventually returned to the battlefield. The reason for this is unclear."

Antonio went on to explain: "The camaraderie It's an indescribable thing. People who have faced death side by side, naturally have some kind of bond. I have seen soldiers abandon their wounded companions, and I have seen soldiers dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety to save their comrades. Whatever The bond is strong or weak, but it's real. Many veterans don't want to talk about the brutal battles they went through, but they miss being with their brothers."

"So I Just saying, your troops are badly trained and equipped, but Essence, Qi, and Spirit are good." Antonio looked towards Winters: "It's not a team that hates each other, things have reached a dead end, a nudge An army that will disintegrate. Weapons can be bought, and skills can be practiced, but if an army has no soul, it has none. It would be a pity to disband like this.”

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Not only are some people choosing to stay, but more hungry people are gathering from all directions towards the town of Sank.

Women, children, the sick, the disabled... all kinds of people have only one thing in common, and that is that they have nothing left because of the destruction of war.

Shenke Town, as the base camp and warehouse of the Iron Peak Army, stores a large amount of food and supplies.

Driven by starvation, these poor people pitched tents outside the town of Sank and roamed the barracks and around the town every day, scouring the dregs that leaked from the army's fingers to feed their stomachs.

That is, at this time, a small, unremarkable man found Monkey and Doug in the barracks.

"Why haven't you two gone home yet?" The little man smiled shyly, and handed over a luscious paper bag: "Do you want scones?"

Doug He took the paper bag and didn't open it, just stared at the little man suspiciously.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked the sleepy-eyed monkey, poking his head out of the tent with an unpleasant expression on his face.

The little man hurriedly explained: "I just wanted to ask, why don't you two go home."

"Can you control you?!" He took the paper bag, opened it and saw that it was oil cakes, and immediately devoured it: "What's your business?"

The little man licked his lips and asked boldly, "You two are homeless. Are you going home? Parents are dead, there is no house or land, and there is nowhere to go?"

The sore spot was stabbed, and the monkey's anger rushed up.

He jumped out of the tent at once, grabbed the little man's jacket, and cursed fiercely: "Fuck you!"

"no no no." He shook his head desperately: "Everyone who has a family has left, so I want to ask you two, do you have nowhere to go?" Swish in the face.

The short man covered his head subconsciously, shrugged his neck, and closed his eyes tightly.

Doug grabbed his friend's arm and separated the two with his body. He asked the short man, "What's the matter with you?"

The frightened short man said After saving his thick lips, the simple and honest young man suddenly felt good. He stammered and explained: "Lu Xirong said you two are pretty good, so I came to see you."

Lu Xirong previously It's Sergeant Monkey and Doug.

Hearing this name, the monkey's attitude softened suddenly, and even became a little timid: "Sergeant Lu Xi Rong... who are you?"

Little man sorry Answered: "It's my subordinate."

The monkey's knees were a little sore and weak in an instant, and his head was humming as if it had been hit with an iron bone.

Douglas stayed with his friend and asked the short man in a muffled voice: "What is the matter with you coming to see us?"

"I just wanted to ask you two." Short A man scratched the back of his head: "Since there is nowhere to go, are you willing to join the army? It's not the militia, it's the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment - the real field-granting soldiers."

The monkey is stiff. , his jaw trembled, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Doug frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The short man replied, "My name is Peter Bunnier."

p>

He said with a little pride: "The name of Bunir was given to me by Lord Blood Wolf himself."

The monkey raised a chill from the caudal vertebrae, and he A shivered stood up straight: "One thousand acres?! You are one thousand acres?! That legendary blood wolf champion who won the thousand acres reward?!!"

"No no no, how can there be One thousand acres—in fact, there are only more than nine hundred acres." Shorty Peter hurriedly explained, he sighed helplessly: "This nickname... is really exaggerated as it spreads."

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Kaman, wearing a full-coverage black robe and a mask shaped like a beak, stooped out of the tent.

Others outside the tent also covered their mouths and noses with triangular scarves.

"How?" Winters looked serious, and first asked, "What is it?"

Kaman glanced at Winters, glanced at the people around him, and said calmly: "The symptoms are a bit like [(Ancient) Aichen Plague], but I can't tell... I need to go back and check the books."

To avoid panic, Kaman deliberately used the ancient words.

The overwhelming majority present did not understand what Kaman was saying, and those who could understand did not understand the specific meaning of "Aichen Plague".

Winters couldn't remember for a moment what "Aichen Plague" meant, but he heard the second half of the phrase clearly - the plague.

That's enough.

"Get out of here first." Winters made an immediate decision, leaving two guards to guard the tent, and then returned with the others.

Winters is located in a [shack] outside the town of Sank.

People naturally like to get together. A few branches raise a curtain, which is the so-called "shack". Many shacks are gathered together, so-called "shack places".

The shacks will continue to exist as long as the army in Sank remains.

The final appearance is the "shack street" next to the Shuangqiao barracks--shelter evil people and accept wrongdoing, an all-encompassing slum street.

The shack in front of me is just a campground where the hungry people put up tents and huddle together to keep warm.

Traveling on the narrow, winding muddy path between the tents, Winters led Kaman and Shire out.

The refugees who gathered here saw that the entire group had a lot of background, as if they were afraid and ashamed, and they hid in the shacks one after another.

In the iron pot "gudonggudong" was cooking horse meat that was stolen from the battlefield. Through the curtains blown open by the wind, Winters saw that someone was doing skin and meat business.

Going all the way outside, four companies of the 1st Battalion led by Tamas were waiting.

"Encircle!" Winters summoned the acting battalion commander Tamas and the commanders of each company, and ordered through gritted teeth: "Don't make too much noise, but don't let anyone go."

"Encircle!" p>

Tamas raised his hand to salute, turned and left.

“[Aichen Plague], is there any cure?” Winters asked Kaman.

"Fire." Kaman thought for a moment: "Historical records show that during the plague of Aichen, Hibgorates found that the blacksmiths who accompanied the fire every day rarely got sick, and finally used fire to disperse Aichen's fire.

The great plague. The specific method is to burn spices and wormwood plants in the streets, and burn the clothes and bedding of the sick..."

Winters listened carefully, but his eyebrows tightened.

It's safe to do so, but it's finally here. Since the beginning of Ancient Era, it has been found that plagues always follow wars.

The logic is easy to understand: eat well, dress warmly, and live in a covered house, the risk of getting sick is small; even if you get sick, the chance of surviving is high.

The good people are tortured to death sooner or later if they don't have enough to eat, don't wear warm clothes, and live in crowded and dirty shacks.

“Why didn’t I notice the squatter problem sooner?” Winters couldn’t help but ask himself: “Why didn’t I give priority to refugees.”

But now is not the time to complain , the rotting, filthy, overcrowded shack is a cauldron of plague. Every additional second of existence increases the risk of a pandemic by one point.

“There are two large shacks around the town of Sank right now, and a few smaller ones.” Winters made up his mind and drew a crude map on the ground: “Unplug them all.”

"How to pull it out?" Kaman asked, raising his eyebrows.

"The old way." Winters continued to sketch the map: "Build a new camp near the shack. Not too big, or it won't have the effect of isolation. Not too small, or it won't be completed quickly. Everything in the existing camp will be burned, and all will be burnt to ashes for me."

"It's all burned?" Bart Xia Ling keenly grasped the crux of the problem: "Then what do they eat? What to wear?"

"Clothes and bedding can be boiled with hot water before use." Father Kaman said, "The water should be boiled first before drinking, but this requires a lot of fuel."

"The fuel is easy to deal with." Winters' left leg was sore for a while, and he stood leaning on a cane: "The food will also be supplied by us first."

Bart Shalling did not speak, but remained silent. salute.

"Then what shall we eat?" Winters knew it without his subordinates asking.

"Don't worry about the food issue." Winters looked around at his subordinates: "I'll solve it."

Although everyone doesn't know what Winters can do, they got this sentence from the tribune The words still make many people feel relieved.

Some company commanders worry that once the soldiers learn that there is a plague in the shack, they will have to face the plague. There will inevitably be large-scale escapes, and even riots or rebellions.

So the three company commanders, including Bart Haring, tended to hide it.

"It's useless." Winters put an end to the argument with one sentence: "I can't hide it."

After a while, all the warriors of the 1st Battalion assembled and lined up. They will be the first to be notified outside of Winters, followed by the entire army, then the whole of Ironpeak.

Winters had mixed feelings as he looked at the warriors who had just walked off the battlefield, their wounds still scarred.

He tried hard to organize his language: "...In the camp for exiles and in Gervoudan-Nan, due to strict implementation of epidemic prevention disciplines, although some people got sick, they were all brought under control...I don't believe that the plague is The gods bring disasters, if the heavenly Father is merciful, he will only help us and not spread the plague..."

Speaking of the end, the eloquent speeches before the battle didn't know what to say.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes swept across the faces: "I remember. [Aichen Plague], 200,000 Aichen people, all died on 1/4/2022. Iron Feng County has just experienced a fierce battle, and can't stand another plague. So... she is counting on the courage of each of you, and everyone is counting on the courage of each of you... I need you to fight again..."

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"Wear the triangle scarf." Short Peter Peter's face was covered tightly, and he repeatedly warned: "Don't touch it with your hands, whoever resists will use lance Poke him. Don't see good things like taking them, it's not worth taking the plague..."

The monkeys in the queue were weak in their knees and weak, scolding themselves inwardly.

Without hesitation, Monkey responded to the recruitment of [Chief Sergeant] Peter Bunir on the spot.

In previous battles with Turtletown, the Iron Peaks had suffered the greatest number of lives and suffered the greatest casualties.

The warriors who were killed and disabled in battle need to be replaced, and the infantry regiment urgently needs fresh blood.

Therefore, without waiting for the official approval from the above, each company began to recruit new recruits on its own. From this point of view, the moment the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment was born, it has a tendency to self-sustain like a living creature. .

Unexpectedly, Doug, who originally planned to go home to Land Land, saw his friend choose to join the army and also accepted the recruitment of Peter Bunnier.

At that time, the monkey was a little moved, but also a little jealous: "You have earned so much land, why are you still a soldier?"

But now, the monkey has only guilt in his heart, and also There is an emotion of suffering. Because of his decision, Doug will also come to do the "epidemic prevention" that he doesn't know what it is.

The monkey wants to run away.

Short Peter thought too.

He looked calm, only because his face was covered so tightly.

In fact, the moment he learned that there was a plague in the shack, Peter the Shorty's knees trembled and sweat began to appear on his forehead.

But dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him, and even if he wanted to escape, there was no way to escape.

Shorty Peter saw Acting Battalion Commander Tamas wave at him.

He turned around, tears streaming down his face.

However, the warriors of the 1st Company could only see Sergeant Bunnier's back, but did not see Sergeant Bernier's tearful face.

"Go!" Shorty Peter's voice was on the verge of breaking.

The large and small shacks outside the town of Sank have been surrounded by various companies with wooden stakes and ropes, and some other people are stepping up to build new camps.

But you can't just ignore the shack.

Warriors armed with torches and short spears, led by Sergeant Peter Bunir, known as the "Blood Wolf Champion", walked into the shack without hesitation.

After being blocked, the shack first fell into a panic. Seeing that they could not leave no matter what, people gradually fell into numbness again.

Because of starvation, the shack was originally a cruel place. Knowing that there was a plague, people became more indifferent.

The mother's body lay in the shack, and the little child cried and cried.

Leaving this alone will only lead to further spread of the plague.

Regardless of death from illness or starvation, Peter the dwarf led someone to move the body out of the shack and burn it, while the tent and property of the deceased were all burned on the spot.

Monkey heard someone whispering: "See, Sergeant Bunnier seems to be crying."

"Fuck you!" The monkey, whose eyes were full of tears, scolded: "That's smoky! It's smoky!"

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