Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 323

2021-06-09

Chapter 323 old man wolves and turnips
Gervoudan, Iron Peak.

"There is no pass." Ivan repeated this sentence many times, and he was already a little tired: "No one can leave."

The carriage who was stopped was pretending to be a family of four The family and all the family's soft possessions, the rather wealthy male owner drives the car in person, while the female owner hides in the car with a pair of children.

The news spreads faster than the plague. Knight, the white horse with a bow, has not yet arrived in Gervodin, but the plague in the town of Saint Ke is well known.

It is helpless to say that when the flames are everywhere, the civilians of Iron Peak County flock to Gervodin in panic to seek shelter; and when the plague comes one after another, people are eager to escape from the crowded city.

"Hey, I'm in a hurry, and I can't get a pass in time." The host smiled ingratiatingly, his stubby fingers nimbly stuffed Ivan into a bulging little leather bag: "It's convenient, sir. .”

What makes the bag hard is the feel of coins.

Ivan couldn't help sighed. It was impossible not to be unwilling, Aksinya and child were still counting on him.

Since the start of preparations for the war, the prices of Revodan have only gone up, not down. Although there is a ration of flour, it has been a long time since Ivan's family has seen meat and fish.

"Sir." Ivan didn't take the leather bag, because his mouth and nose were covered with a triangle scarf, his voice was a little dull: "Although I don't know your name, your family should be quite rich. Money..."

The fat man said "ge-deng" in his heart, it seemed that being slaughtered was inevitable.

Ke Ren was under the eaves and had to bow his head, but he still greeted him with a smile: "My name is Ivan, Your Excellency, Ivan Ashtar."

"Oh? Your name is Ivan too."

"putting it that way...we have the same name?" The male host tried to cater to the other party: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence."

"Aspen Mr. Tower." Ivan's words were interrupted, and his thoughts were also interrupted. He was silent for a moment, and put a lot of effort into sorting out the language: "You look like a rich rich man, maybe you are a learned person. If you normally walk on the street, you will not look at me directly, Am I right?"

The host was getting more and more confused, he laughed: "Aiya, brother Ivan...where do you want to go?"

"But Now you took out the money and took the initiative to give it to me." Ivan ignored the other party and continued: "You do this because you think I am a powerful person. At least now, I have the right to let you go. Is that so?"

"Huh?" The simple bribery suddenly rose to a philosophical debate, and the host's mind couldn't turn around for a while.

"Actually, I don't have any power. Only the tribune has the power to let you go, and I only have the power to stop you. Now that I've collected your money, I'll have to wait until the sun rises tomorrow. I was hanged." All the thoughts in his mind poured out, Ivan let out a long relaxed breath, looking towards the other party expectantly: "You are asking me to exercise the power I don't have... I understand what I mean. Well?"

For the family, it was the first time they saw Ivan and tried to bribe him for the first time.

But for Ivan, this is the "unknown number of" times he has faced the purse. The two parties thus formed an unequal relationship.

Ivan's words are his vent to all bribes, and it is also the result of his thinking-the reason to convince himself not to bribe.

The male host is in the dark. He just wants to put some money in to pay for each other, but he is taught by an unfathomable mystery.

The host stared at Ivan suspiciously for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Are you asking for extra money?"

"No." Ivan was expressionless : "No one can leave without a pass."

...

At the same time, on the road between Gervodin and Wangqiao Town, a team of cavalry is discouraging A line of refugees.

There were only twelve cavalry, but hundreds of refugees.

"Gevodan is suffering from a plague!" The cavalry headed by him was young, he stopped in the middle of the road, waved his arms, and shouted in a childish voice: "Go back! Everyone!"

The refugees did not dare to attack the cavalry, but no one wanted to leave.

At the time of the stalemate, an old man leaned on a long staff, tremblingly walked out of the crowd, and begged: "Master! If there is no way, who would want to leave home! We haven't seen the plague, But starvation is real. The barbarians robbed and burned all Zhuangzi's food, and we really can't bear it any longer. My lord! Please show mercy and let us go!"

A bony mother also stepped out of the crowd, holding a swaddling baby and crying to the cavalry.

The crowd, who had been afraid to move, became restless, and the refugees stepped forward to the cavalry.

"Please listen to me!" The young cavalry at the head shouted: "The relief food will be here soon!"

However, the noisy hoofs and cries covered the young cavalry. Voice, no one heard what he said, and no one cared what he said.

The young cavalry gritted their teeth and waved their hands. The twelve cavalry turned their horses around and whipped away.

"They quit!" the crowd cheering excitedly.

Immediately someone exclaimed: "They are here again!"

I saw twelve cavalry lined up in a horizontal line, and the adjacent cavalry seemed to be connected by iron chains. Close up, shoot the refugees in an overwhelming imposing manner.

Before the cavalry could get close, the momentum of the crowd was curbed and destroyed.

Because of hunger, the mother with the baby has no energy to run at all. She turned and turned her back to the hoofs, holding the child in her arms.

The expected tragic scene where the horses hooves smashed human bones did not happen, and the cavalrymen were stationed on their horses steadily outside the crowd.

The fleeing refugees gradually stopped, and the young cavalry led by them rushed forward, took off their helmets, and revealed a mature and calm face.

"Please listen to me." Anglo repeated what he just said clearly: "The relief food will be here soon."

This time everyone heard it clearly.

The refugees gathered again, and Anglo quickly inspected the crowd: no injuries, no injuries, broken arms, no injuries...

Then he saw a ragged middle-aged man sits on the ground with a pained, contorted expression. A middle-aged woman and several children of different ages are anxiously surrounding the middle-aged man all around.

The middle-aged man made no sound, but large beads of sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

Angelo felt a pain in his heart, and he whispered to the old Dussack beside him: "Baran Timojevic?"

In the cavalry, the old Dussack Gram [Balan] is half a medic. The old man sighed, dismounted and walked towards the injured middle-aged man.

To be honest, old Balaam didn't care about the life and death of the peasant, and his character also carried the cruelty that was deliberately cultivated by Dussack as the "emperor's whip".

But when Balaam heard the company commander use the honorific title of "real name and father's name", he knew that the little doll was soft-hearted again.

"Your Excellency." The old man who stood up first came to Angrumma, summoned up his courage and asked, "Is there really any relief? When will it come?"

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"I'm not an adult." Anglo comforted the other party and said: "Don't worry, it's not fake, the Montagne tribune has ordered the allocation of rations to everyone, it should be here..."

Saying that, Anglo turned to look back.

At the end of the road, above the hills, a carriage crept slowly over the horizon, then another, and more behind.

Each carriage has a prominent red flag on it.

"It's already here," Anglo replied.

……

Wherever life gathers, it is naturally a breeding ground for disease.

The wealthy who had poured into towns and cities because of the war are now thinking of leaving.

The poor, driven by hunger, began to gather in towns again, forming a second wave of people.

The truth is simple: lack of safety, people will crowd to safe places; lack of food, people will go to places with food.

Winters was trying to stop the crowds coming into the city—the more people, the more uncontrollable the plague.

On the other hand, he wants to stop the crowds from leaving the city - let people leave, and the plague is likely to spread to all parts of Iron Peak County.

But there were a few people left that Winters couldn't intervene - Colonel Geisa and the hussars too.

This time the troops were dispatched, and the Teltown part was divided into left and right flanks. Although the right wing was smashed in Iron Peak, the left wing still raged in Vigne.

The right wing of Teltown is dominated by the direct descendants of the fire-boilers, while the left wing is dominated by foreign tribes.

This division, of course, is because of the selfishness of the fire-boiler. But it also resulted in Tertown not having a clear command core, and the big and small leaders acted independently, which made it more difficult to deal with.

After the main battle of the [Winters - Fireboilers], Colonel Geisa was planning to go to Vigne immediately.

The reason why I stay here is for and the others.

When Major Ronald, who had endured the hardships of a long journey, finally arrived at Gervodin, Colonel Gessa, who had been waiting so irritably, was about to leave.

Winters didn't want the Hussars to leave because he feared the [Aichen Plague] that had just been brought under control would be carried out.

But the problem happens here.

[Aichen Plague] As soon as there was a small-scale spread in the shack area, it was noticed by Father Kaman, and was immediately held by Winters.

So that this "plague" looks like a painless joke: not many people died, but the coping methods are so cruel, is it an overreaction?
The hussars had a very good reason to leave. After all, the battle was not over and Vigne needed them.

In addition to epidemic prevention, Winters had no reason to keep the Hussars. And the reason for epidemic prevention itself is not convincing in the view of the other party.

So in the end, Winters had to say goodbye to reinforcements.

 …

Q: How do you differentiate between the Platonic and the Veneta?
A: Look at the beard.

Palatu people take beards as their beauty, as if the thicker the beards, the more masculine they are.

Venetas are the exact opposite, with clean upper lip, jaw, and cheeks. Veneta people can not bathe, but their beards must be shaved, otherwise they will always feel uncomfortable.

Even in the Republic of Veneta, there is a mandatory rule written into the law: Veneta public officials and businessmen residing in overseas colonies and trading countries must shave.

The reason for this strange law is to "distinguish you from me".

In other words, the Veneta people not only do not intend to integrate into other countries, but also have a deep fear of being "melted" by other countries, so forced shaving becomes a form of identity proof.

As long as anyone with discernment sees the young men without beards at the scene of the farewell, they generally know where they come from.

The scale of the farewell party was small, and only a few prominent figures from Gervodin were invited to accompany it.

According to the custom of the Paratus people, it is always appropriate to eat a large meal after three days and three nights of feasting after winning a battle.

However, due to the limited conditions and special circumstances of Iron Peak County, everything was kept simple, and Colonel Geisa didn't pick on Winters' fault.

Seeing Ronald Junior Brother still alive, Gisa was overwhelmed with emotion and hugged Junior Brother on the spot and kissed him hard.

Yes, a solid kiss.

"Kissing", the main way for Platonic people to express intense emotions such as excitement, joy, reunion after a long absence, long live friendship, etc., can also be performed by men and men.

Face to face, lips to lips, it is unknown whether there is saliva exchange.

Probably not--?

Andre looked at the Platonic seniors who were kissing passionately with disgust, and asked Winters worriedly: "They won't kiss us too?"

Winters' Filling his mind with the chores of epidemic prevention, he looked up and replied without emotion: "No, kissing is an intimate act, they are hostile to us."

Andre looked all around , Ronald and other former Iron Peaks officers reunited with Colonel Geisa and his party. The scene was very warm and touching. A group of grown men hugged, kissed, and cried.

By contrast, Winters and Andre are vaguely isolated despite being in the crowd. No one talked to them, and no one came to hug them.

Andre snorted lightly and took a sip from his glass: "I kind of know why Lieutenant Colonel Moritz and Bud are unwilling to come."

"Middle The identities of the school and Hu Senior Brother An are still being kept secret, Mason Senior and Bud are too busy to get away." Winters replied mechanically, he also took a sip of the liquid in the wine glass, and the slightly bitter taste took him from The world of epidemic prevention has been pulled back.

Winters changed the conversation and touched Andre's beer mug: "The point is - in this terrible scene, who else can I count on besides you?"

Andre snorted lightly again and touched Winters' beer mug.

Drinking all the golden liquid from the glass in one go, Andre burped and complained in a low voice, "Is this also called beer? It's tasteless."

Winters Suddenly, a strange feeling emerged. He seemed to have returned to the Navy Blue Army Officers Club, sitting with Andre on the windowsill on the north side of the second floor, facing the square, blowing the air and drinking beer.

Winters took a sip: "en."

Andre raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at Winters: "What are you laughing at?"

"Am I smiling?" Winters touched his cheek.

"You don't know yet?"

Winters thought for a while: "Then I'm not laughing."

Andre sneered and gave himself Pour a glass of shallow golden liquid.

Since it's a farewell to the Platonic people, how can you make it without drinks?

But Tiefeng County is short of food, not to mention drinks. The old widow Alan's wine cellar has long been empty, and there may be a few bottles of wine in some people's homes, but they are nothing more than wine and other drinks.

Finally, the short and chubby representative of Niu Hoof Valley came up with an idea: mash the dry bread, soak it, heat it, add koji, ferment...

Finally filter to get a A strange liquid like beer, but not beer.

According to Mr. Chunky Representative's statement, in the army of General Janos, the big-headed soldiers would use bread to brew this "fermented water" to satisfy their cravings.

That's what everyone was drinking at the farewell party.

Winters didn't like the taste of wine very much, but he liked this strange liquid with no "wine taste".

Two Veneta stood in the midst of a group of eagerly conversing Paratus, silently drinking fermented water, cup after cup.

A fat gentleman walked through the crowd and went straight to the two of them.

The fat man took off his hat, bent slightly, and smiled brightly: "Captain Montagne, Lieutenant Cellini."

"Mr. Leo." He took a glass of fermented water and handed it to the other party, and asked calmly, "How?"

Mr. Leo - the plenipotentiary representative of Navarre Trading Company - took the glass and held it in his hand. Don't drink: "It's been negotiated."

"It's all negotiated?"

Mr. Leo put away his smile: "Please don't worry."

Winters let out a long relaxed breath.

"What's the matter?" Andre didn't know, so he looked at Winters, and then at Mr. Leo: "What to talk about? Who to talk to?"

Andre is returning to Gervodin with Ronald and the others, missing a lot of meetings.

Hearing Andre's question, Winters was confused and didn't know how to explain it.

"May I explain to Lieutenant Cellini?" Mr. Leo offered to ask.

"Excuse me." Of course Winters was happy.

"Lieutenant Cellini, you should know about Veneta's woolen textile industry." Mr. Leo shook the cashmere fabric on his body: "On one side is us, Veneta, Navarre Trading Company has a shipment of wool to bring back to Veneta, General Serbia has a shipment of horses to bring back to Veneta, and Captain Montagne has to bring food to Iron Peak. On the other side are the Paratus who control the roads and food ..."

"Okay, I understand." Andre was dizzy and interrupted impatiently: "Isn't it old man, wolf, sheep and turnip!"

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