Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 394

2022-01-11

Chapter 394 Storm (VII)

[Steel Castle·South Bank]
Connecting the South City and the Old City The city's only road, Republic Avenue, has been blocked.

This long and narrow area between the mountain and the lake is now filled with all the obstacles that the South City Sheriff can find: carriage, furniture, boxes and barrels... Even the trees in the residents' yards have been cut down one after another. , dragged onto the street.

The militiamen in Nancheng District were all behind the barricades, anxiously looking at the old city.

Although Lance and the musket were in their hands, anxiety and fear still flashed in their eyes.

These "free men" with civil rights were awakened by the alarm bell in their beds, found their weapons in the dark, ran out of the house in disheveled clothes, and hurried to Republic Street.

After a lot of tossing, the Nancheng militia can still maintain a fairly good organization, and it is not easy to quickly build roadblocks according to the order.

They have shown military literacy far superior to the ordinary person, but the immediate disaster is still far beyond their ability.

The old town is now like a boiler on the verge of its limit.

Dense smoke billowed, and the flames around were blazing flames from the hearth; it boiled into the sky, and the cries were like hot steam rushing through the night.

Interlaced light and shadow, flickering of the spires of the cathedral of Elin; biting-cold wind, the road to the old town is like a bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, waiting for the prey to walk right into a trap .

In the face of such an apocalyptic scene, the power of the individual is extremely small.

Even a free man, who is usually highly respected, is now like a lamb to be slaughtered, and can only sit back and watch the situation deteriorate.

The militiamen were anxious, and the South City Sheriff was even more anxious than Tler Renetal.

This senior blacksmith and veteran, who had just climbed to the roof of a house facing the street, was concentrating on observing the old city.

Being in a hurry, Butler's shirt was only buttoned three times, and one was buttoned in the wrong place.

When the cold wind blows, the frostbite on his hands is surprisingly itchy. As he watched, he scratched the itch until his skin was open and his hands were covered in blood, and he didn't even notice it.

There was a sound from the ladder, and the sheriff's assistant Schiller climbed to the roof panting: "Mr. Lenethal, I found a cloak for you!"

Bitter a Twisting his head, he asked in a rough voice, "Has the person who contacted Colonel Bern come back?!"

"Not yet." Schler cautiously stepped on the tiles to Butler, unfolding his cloak and draping it over his boss's shoulders.

Beatler tore off his cloak impatiently, crumpled it roughly, and stared again and asked, "What about the people who went to the old city to check the situation?"

Schleicher I answered: "I didn't come back."

Bitter raised his eyebrows like a ferocious old wolf, staring at his subordinates: "Didn't come back? Or didn't send?"

Schiller complained bitterly: "Two people have been sent, but they haven't come back yet. No one will go." Go?"

"Don't worry." Schiller put on the old sheriff's cloak again: "Let's wait for the person in front to come back and ask about the situation."

Butler Furious, he lifted his legs and walked to the ladder: "Okay! Then I'll go in person!"

"Oh! Mr. Renetal, don't be so arrogant!" Schler hurriedly stopped the old sheriff , to keep the latter from going down the stairs.

It was only at this point that the deputy sheriff said what was in his heart: "I don't think this little riot will be calmed down for a while. Let's guard the Republic Street and don't let the thugs run into the South City! Don't think about suppressing the thugs, and don't care about what's going on in the old city, let's talk about it after dawn!"

"Little riot?" Butler pointed to the old city, his gray beard, Eyebrows trembled: "You call this a small riot?"

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Riot, a word that is not unfamiliar to the citizens of Steelcastle.

Where there are people, there is conflict. Steel Castle is the most densely populated city in Mongolia.

Conflicts can easily turn into riots in places where social conflicts are intense, and there is no need to say much about the internal pressure of Steel Castle.

Imperial Calendar 496, All Saints Eve. An altercation between a blacksmith and a monk escalated into a fight over an unfair allocation of bunks for the vigil.

The blacksmiths who participated in the fight were outnumbered and were kicked out of the church, but the anger of the craftsmen who had been oppressed by harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes for a long time broke out completely.

A trivial matter - a bunk exchange for three small Silver Coin bribes turned into a massive fight between clergy, nobles and citizens.

In a night of melee, all the cultivators of the Elin monastery were expelled from the city. Three times after this, the armed citizens repelled the mercenaries hired by the Elin monastery to retake the city.

Historically known as the [All Saints' Day Riot].

After another series of events, the Steel Castle riots were brought to the Emperor's desk. In the end, the then Emperor Richard IV ruled that the people of Steelcastle should compensate for the monastery losses, while allowing them to redeem the city's ownership.

Steel Castle got rid of the identity of the bishop prefecture and became an autonomous city directly under the Imperial Family. Only in some unremarkable titles - such as the Diocesan Headquarters - there are traces of the past. It is precisely because of this that many of the older generation of Steelcastle people still cherish the emperor's grace.

Imperial Calendar 527, the year after the suicide of the Duke of Arleans the "Butcher" and the end of the First Sovereign War.

A large number of Monta imperial veterans returned to their hometowns, and a considerable number of them were disabled for life.

However, after the empire lost the Shannan provinces, its finances became increasingly stretched. Not only was it unable to give the disabled veterans the pensions they deserved, it even increased taxes.

The unbearable Monta eventually rose up in rebellion - what the Empire called a rebellion.

That uprising also broke out from Steel Fort. The insurgent army, mainly veterans, farmers and petty citizens, occupied the city hall, broke through the garrison and prison, released prisoners, publicly executed imperial tax collectors, officials, and in the reception. Sweep the mountains within a month of coming down and defeat the imperial army twice.

However, because of the lack of clear demands and the general belief among members of the insurgents that "If Your Majesty knows what we are going through, we will try to remove the evil, all because of Your Majesty's advisers, who are corrupt. , exclusive rights". The insurgents finally surrendered on the condition of being "pardoned".

The members of the rebel army who laid down their weapons were immediately hunted and killed, and those who survived were either incognito or in exile in the South.

Historically known as the [June Rebellion].

Imperial Calendar 550 years, that is, ten years ago, the day before May Day.

Thousands of apprentices suddenly gathered in the old city, frantically destroying and looting the shops, workshops and warehouses of foreign merchants.

In the beginning, they were only apprentices from the Brewers Guild and Leather Guild, and then the blacksmith's guild apprentices with the largest number also joined the smashing ranks.

The Gunpowder people have had a long history of conflict with foreign merchants, but no one knows what the fire star that detonated the gunpowder barrel was.

Some say it was because a Veneta merchant named Francisco da Bardi boasted in a tavern about how he seduced the wife of a Steelcastle citizen; others said it was because of a group of loan sharks of the Union Provinces violently forced debts; others say it was the sermons of the alms-cultivator Belling who incited the Monta people to defend the Wei Family Garden.

In any case, the most bullied apprentices, who had long been at the bottom of the guild, poured out their flames on the foreign merchants, and the chaos engulfed the Steel Castle in an instant.

The rioters first smashed wine barrels in the neighborhood of St. Paul, which is dominated by wineries, then went to slaughterhouses and meat markets to loot, and finally smashed and burned along the Rose River.

In the beginning, their target was limited to "foreigners", but soon it became "people who are not Solingen", and eventually became robbing whatever they saw.

The streets of the old city soon became a mess, most of the shops were destroyed, some were set on fire, some were seriously injured, and some were thrown into the river.

Historically known as the [May Day Riot].

The chaos didn't end until early evening, when garrisoned outside the city marched into Steel Castle to crush the rioters and impose a curfew.

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Every time the above riots, riots, uprisings, the old sheriff Butler was a witness.

As for the other minor disturbances, chaos, not worth mentioning to the old sheriff.

However, in the riots of this time, Butler smelled an unusual smell.

It was different from every previous time. This time, it came too fast, the outbreak was too sudden, and the means were too intense.

When the city faces a riot, everyone around by this can feel the oppressive and restless atmosphere, and the old sheriff Butler feels this especially acutely.

But at this time, Bitler did not have a sense of crisis that the mountains were about to come and the building was about to collapse.

It is true that the unemployed workers stranded in Steel Castle are a destabilizing factor; it is true that the crisis of the embargo order does not know how to get through it; it is true that flour in Steel Castle is now more expensive by the day.

The old sheriff shouted in his heart: "But it's not enough to perish together by burning everything!"

You know, even if it's a May Day riot, beating and smashing The perpetrators also exercised great restraint and did not set fire to much.

Fire is the worst nightmare of a city. The bigger the city, the more afraid of fire.

A misplaced torch is enough to turn a block into ashes; an accidental fire can turn a well-off resident into a homeless beggar in an hour.

So every autumn, the old town of Steel Castle will impose a curfew until the First Stage rains in the coming year, just to prevent fires.

So Steelcastle brutally executed arsonists - tied them to the stake and burned them alive - warn others from following bad examples, and even given verbal threats to arsonists equal to Punishment for arsonists.

However, the current situation in the old city is that someone is setting fire and looting recklessly, as if tomorrow is the end of the world.

Bitter even began to wonder if it was because he was getting older and duller, and could no longer accurately feel the pulse of Steel Castle, so he misjudged the situation.

"What should I do?" Bitler was unable to make a decision, grabbing the frostbite on his hand more and more hard: "Stand on the South City? Is it watching the old city turn to ashes? Suppressing the riots? Just rely on me? What about Nancheng?"

A rider rushed out from the dark street, his hair and face covered with smoke and dust, and when he reached the barricade, he shouted and asked, "I am the messenger of Colonel Berne, Where is the sheriff in Nancheng District?"

"Here!" Butler heard this, pushed his deputy away, climbed down the ladder in three steps and two steps, and rushed to the limping leg. Barricade: "Where's the Colonel? Where's Legion?"

The rider glanced at the other militiamen and took a letter from his bosom: "Please take a look."

Beatler did not He happily accepted the letter.

The letter was rolled into a roll, probably too late to be lacquered, but tied with a damaged ring—the Colonel's ring that Bitler knew of course. But he didn't say anything, just took the lantern and opened the letter with narrowed eyes.

There are still traces of soot on the stationery, and a few lines are scribbled.

After reading it hastily, Bitler put the letter in his arms with no expression on his face, and asked the courier: "Where is the colonel?"

The courier replied in a low voice: "With the troops. "

"How is Legion now?"

The courier dismounted, and told Bitler, "The troops are blocked at St. Paul's Street."

Bittler Le nodded, the words of the messenger correspond to the content of the letter.

What the old sheriff received was actually a letter for help.

The only way for the troops outside the city to enter the city - St. Paul Street - encountered armed thugs. The thugs' fighting spirit was unexpectedly tenacious. They built barricades and set fire to the troops for a while. entangled.

Colonel Berne asked the sheriff of Nancheng District to lead the militia out and attack the barricades from the rear in order to defeat the main force of the mob. The colonel predicted that after cleaning up the backbone of this gang of rioters, other rioters would not be a problem.

Beatler, without the slightest hesitation, immediately started ordering people.

He doesn't know any of the militiamen in Nancheng District. Which is good and which is not, he knows very well.

Seeing the old sheriff's attitude of taking the initiative to attack, Shi Le panicked.

"Mr. Lenethal!" Schleer, regardless of offending or not, asked loudly, "What the hell are you doing?"

The militiamen's attention was instantly attracted come over.

Butler's face sank: "Go away, I'm the sheriff. I don't need to explain to you what I'm going to do."

Schleier's voice rose: "I He's also an appointed sheriff! I'm responsible for the citizens of Nancheng District! Are you going to take someone to the old city?"

"Yes!" The old sheriff squinted at his deputy.

"You took everyone away, what about Nancheng?" Schler asked aggressively: "What should I do if a mob flees into Nancheng?"

Butler complexion ashen: " Who said I want to take 'all' away? I will naturally leave enough people to defend Republic Street."

Schler asked back: "If you take away all the good players, you will be left with a bunch of old and weak people. What's the use of Can Nengding?"

"Is it possible that just watching the old city burn down?" Butler also asked loudly, "Ignore it?"

When it comes to marching and fighting, the old sheriff is far more experienced than his deputy. But when it comes to debate, the two Bitlers can't beat Schler together.

In the face of the old sheriff's questioning, Shi Le did not respond directly, but waved at the other militiamen and shouted: "Then let everyone talk about it, I would rather go to Nancheng if it is destroyed. Save the old city? Or do our duty to protect Nancheng first! Protect our wives and children!"

"You are stealing the concept!" The messenger couldn't help scolding Shi Le.

"Shut up! What does the affairs of the people from Nancheng have to do with you?" Schleer interrupted the messenger roughly, turned and pointed at the militiamen with muskets beside him: "Which one do you choose? "

The pointed militiaman, Nuonuo, did not dare to speak, and finally stomped: "I listen to everyone."

Schler pointed to another militiaman: "You say."

The militiaman hesitated for a long time, then muttered in a low voice: "We must protect Nancheng first."

Schler pointed to the next militiaman.

"Yes, the South City is important, but you can't watch the old city be destroyed..."

"I don't know what you're thinking yet?" Schler roared: "Your workshop is in the old city. You are afraid that your workshop will be robbed and burned, but have you thought about other people? Our homes are all in the southern city. If the workshop is gone, we can build it again. If the home is gone, there will be nothing. It's over!"

The messenger saw that Schiller had taken control of the scene, so he interrupted Schler's speech and asked Bitler loudly: "Mr. Reinetal, you are the sheriff! You have an idea!"

Beatler's eyes swept over the militiamen, and the firelight reflected weakness, selfishness and fear in the eyes of everyone. Normally, his bravery and forthrightness were disappeared.

Beatler was about to gnaw his silver teeth. Schiller inspired the militiamen's instinct for survival and self-interest, but all those noble emotions were extinguished.

Seeing that the old sheriff did not speak up, the anxious messenger simply bypassed Bitler and sent an order directly to the militia: "On the order of Colonel Bern, the militia in Nancheng District..."

"The militia belongs directly to the city council! It's not under the control of the Legion!" Schler grabbed the ground: "Bern wants to mobilize us? Let him bring the mayor's warrant!"

"Damn! You are courting death!" The messenger pulled the reins and drew his sword "shua".

Schler also jumped on the roadblock and looked directly at the messenger: "You dare?!"

"Stop!" Butler shouted: "I have decided..."

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"Listen!" Some militiamen exclaimed in horror, interrupting the old sheriff's words: "What sound?" The sound of cluttered footsteps came clearly from the direction of the old city.

The sound was faint at first, then became more pronounced, and then loud again. Without pausing, getting closer.

The sound of horses neighing, people crying, and the "crunching" turning of axles were mixed with the sound of footsteps, reaching everyone's ears.

Heavy silhouettes emerged from the smoke and night, a team of "escapers". There are old men with carriages, men with handbags on their shoulders, and women with children.

Different from the people who fled to the southern city sporadically before, this time, the people who were continuously escaping the old city, with all the property they could carry, gave up their homes in despair.

"Fire! What a big fire!"

"mother! Where are you?"

"No help!"

"Fafa kindhearted!"

Behind the barricades, the militiamen were also stunned for a while. They set up roadblocks to stop the rioters who were beating, smashing, looting and burning, but they couldn't stop so many people who took refuge: "This... how to do..."

Schler responded very quickly and grabbed a The musket: "Shoot! Don't let them come over!"

The muzzle flashed, illuminating the houses by the street, and illuminating the expressions of the refugees, as if the door of a stove suddenly Opened it for a moment, then closed it immediately.

"Ah!!!"

"Help!"

"Escape!"

The refuge that originally maintained a certain order The crowd fell into chaos in an instant, the frightened horses ran rampant, and the people who couldn't dodge screamed screaming.

Someone ran out of the road and drilled into the houses and woods on both sides of the road. There are also people who set foot on the ice lake in a hurry, trying to bypass the obstacles of roadblocks.

on the verge of collapse There was a long cracking sound from the ice layer, but the people behind continued to squeeze on the ice lake.

"The thugs may be hiding inside them!" Schleier shouted sharply, "Don't let them..."

The old sheriff who couldn't bear it smashed the butt of his gun on Schleer's head, Beat his deputy to death.

"Don't let them go to the ice lake!" Butler shouted, ordering his militiamen: "Remove the barricades and let them in, but don't let them run around...Don't panic! Calm down..."

Some militiamen carried out the order, but some militiamen could not hear what the sheriff said at all. A chaotic scene, a person's cry will be drowned under the sound of despair in an instant.

Beatler grabbed the courier and yelled, "Go back and tell the colonel, tell him what's going on here! There's no way I can help him! Tell him!"

The messenger whipped his whip angrily, and in another burst of exclamations and dodging, dashed through the crowd into the night.

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At the same time, North City, Constitution Street.

The roadblocks built by the Beicheng militia were also under attack from the refugees, and the number of the Beicheng militia was far smaller than that of the Nancheng militia, but their response was much calmer.

"Men go to the right! Women and children go to the left!" More than a dozen riders were cruising in front of the barricade, the rattan sticks swayed sou sou, and ordered: "Throw the weapon in front of the barricade, bring the weapon to enter Beicheng District is punished for rioting!"

At the entrances on both sides of the roadblock, similar quarrels are heard from time to time:
"We are a family!"

"That's not OK! Men and women and children must be separated!"

"Why?"

"On the orders of Captain Berne! Your wife, child, is with other girls, what are you afraid of? Hurry up!"

Another example:
"This is my carriage!"

"This sign is hung on the horse, you take this sign, and come get the horse after dawn! "

Or:
"You! What's hidden in your clothes?"

"I-I-I-I'll just throw it out of the barricade!"

"Catch him!"

"Don't! I'm not doing anything!"

"Tie him up!"

"What are you doing? I Really didn't do anything!"

"Oh, go and talk to the sheriff! Lock it up!"

Based on Winters' experience, separating adult men from women and children in emergencies Constrained. If they are not managed separately, the safety of women and children will not be guaranteed, and men will not be able to exert their concentrated use of power.

Therefore, according to the arrangement of "Captain Berne", the refugees who escaped from the old city were first divided into men, women and children, and then continued to be divided into smaller scales for management. Livestock such as mules and horses were all confiscated, and things like carriage became part of the barricades.

The wooden stakes and ropes are pulled into simple fences, dividing the lake beach and the clearing at the foot of the mountain into separate rest areas.

Winters rode his horses in and out of barricades, sorting out blockages, eliminating conflicts, and making sure everything was in order.

When he gradually pushed this simple structure into formality, an unexpected person came to him - Senator John Servette.

"Captain, some respectable ladies in the North City are willing to provide some blankets and winter clothes to the refugees, but because of your curfew order, please send someone to receive them." Senator Servetus remained stern One face: "The residents of Republic Street are also willing to provide hot water and meals, and please send someone to help distribute it."

"No problem." Winters immediately ordered some people to bring them Collect the carriage, and go with Servete's men to receive supplies to keep warm. A few more people were called out to help distribute hot meals.

Servette silently watched Winters mobilize the militia, indifferent expression.

Wait for Winters to arrange everything before Servetus bowed to give a salute: "Tonight, on behalf of Steelcastle, I would like to thank you."

Although Winters has been wearing Helmet, but he wasn't sure if Servetus made his voice either. But since the other party didn't break it, Winters went on with the trick.

"It's my calling to serve the Republic." Winters was already fluent in his clichés. He touched the heel of his boot and extended his hand to Senator Servetus.

Servetus startled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and also extended the hand.

After shaking hands, Servetus turned and left.

"Mr. Senator." Winters called out to Servette: "What else are you going to do?"

Servette said as it should be by rights: "I I also have citizenship, so I'm also a conscripted militia now. You don't have to worry about it, just order me like a normal militia."

"That would be a waste." Winters stroked his long wind mane. Mao: "I want to give this place to your command."

"Me? Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to..."

A hail of hoofs interrupts Winters.

Ciel stopped in front of Winters on horseback with a chubby guy in fancy clothes.

As soon as Fatty slipped off his horse, he vomited with a "wow".

Servette frowned: "Mr. Mayor?"

Fatty Huafu waved his hand, finally straightened up, inadvertently saw what he vomited, and said "Wow "I spit it out all at once - it seems that dinner has not been missed.

Winters hearing this and frowning. He looked carefully at the fatty in Chinese clothing, and it was actually Paul Wupper.

Something's going wrong.

Because Winters knew in his heart that, procedurally speaking, the vomiting fatty in Chinese clothes was the current supreme commander of the Steel Castle Militia.

The identity of Captain Bern and the orders of Colonel Bern can overwhelm the sheriff, but the arm wrestling with the mayor's authority is a bit underwhelming.

Speaking of which, Paul Wupper was also unlucky. Seeing the fire in Esther House, Paul Wupper would not have dared to go out. But the old Mrs. Wupper had a stern character, and as soon as she heard the alarm bell, she drove her son out of the house without a word.

Paul Wupper had to wander the streets dilly-dallying with a few servants, thinking he could drag it as long as he could, and was arrested on the spot by a patrol rider who enforced the curfew.

It was getting dark, and Paul Wupper said he was the mayor again, and he wanted to spend the night in jail. However, instead of taking him to jail, the patrol rider took him before the sheriff. Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Paul Wupper was brave oneself to admit his identity.

The sheriff did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly sent someone to find the captain. So by accident, Paul Wupper, who didn't want to show up at all tonight, was brought directly to the forefront by Charles.

Just as Winters was considering whether or not to "hide" Mayor Wupper from his command.

Paul Wupper finally spit out his dinner and bile, wiping his mouth and lifting the head gaspingly, looking tearfully at Winters and then at John Servette.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he hugged Winters with tears in his eyes.

"Captain Bernie, I'm a rubbish who doesn't understand anything." Paul Wupper burst into tears: "It's all up to you tonight!"

"This guy Not totally useless." Winters thought, "At least self-aware."

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[Old Town, St. Paul's Street]
Burning flames, smoke filled the streets, the sound of gunfire.

Colonel Berne never imagined that it would be so troublesome to suppress a few thieves.

Steelcastle is essentially a city in a river valley, no matter how far it stretches to the north and south lake shores.

She has only one land entrance and exit, the narrow road at the bottom of the valley on both sides of the Rose River.

On the North Bank, it is called St. John's Street; on the South Bank, it is called St. Paul's Street.

Among them, the north bank is steep and has always been difficult to walk, so the traffic and horses and pedestrians mainly pass on the south bank, and the camp of the Solingen garrison is also located on the south bank.

However, the wide, four-carriage road on the South Bank was extremely difficult tonight.

Because someone built a barricade against Bern's troops.

The barricade is as high as one person and built with debris such as carriage and planks. Logically speaking, it is not difficult to overcome, but the tactics adopted by the thugs guarding the barricade are extremely brilliant.

They were not in direct contact with Bern's men.

If you are far, you will fire a gun, and if you are near, you will throw a grenade.

The silent Monta standing Legion soldiers stepped on the gunpowder smoke and faced the debris, and finally rushed to the barricade, but was thrown up by a torch, instantly turning the barricade into a wall of fire.

Yes, it is the fire that affects the speed of the troops more than the barricade itself.

There was fire everywhere, on the barricades, in the houses along the street, and even in the bushes and woods on the south side of the valley.

Colonel Bern's troops had to put out the fire while advancing.

The colonel ordered the houses on fire to be torn down along the way, but this caused the troops to move more slowly.

After finally breaking through a barricade, there is another barricade waiting ahead.

St. Paul Street is bordered by the Rose River on one side and houses on the other.

Colonel Berne made an immediate decision and ordered a Hundred Men Squad to cross the river by crossing the ice, occupy the north bank, and no longer continue to meet force with force on the south bank.

However, before the Hundred Men Squad crossed the river to the center of the river, the dark night burst into a series of firelights, the sound of gunfire echoed on both sides of the river valley, and then the whole barrel of gunpowder was pushed down. The river - those who blocked the garrison also arranged manpower on the other side.

The dullest officer has realized that the ambushers were well prepared. even more how Colonel Bern, whose intuition is sharper than ordinary.

"These bastards are sticking to us like snot." Witnessing the Hundred Men Squad, who launched the attack, was pushed back by the fire again, Bern's deputy [Lieutenant Colonel Thomas] punched him in the leg, resentful Said: "We advance, they will retreat. We retreat, they will advance. It is to hold us back and let us be unable to move even a little bit. But without confronting us head-on, our strength is useless."

Colonel Bern clenched his fists tightly and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, am I blind? Can't I see it? The key is what to do!"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas I am very familiar with the colonel's stinky temper, so I don't feel angry: "What else can I do? There are not many of them. As long as they can be dragged into hand-to-hand combat, a single charge can take them down."

" Dragging into hand-to-hand combat? How to drag it?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas sighed: "Then we can only hope that the militia in Nancheng District will arrive soon."

"Hope it! It is better to count on yourself than anyone else! There are each one in the steel castle, and none of them can be trusted!" Colonel Berne looked around the terrain on both sides of the valley and pointed his finger towards with a horsewhip: "Remember my order, let the second and third Hundred Men Squad along the river beach. Assault; the fourth and fifth Hundred Men Squad return upstream to cross the river and eliminate the Musketeers on the other side, be sure to be quick."

"That front..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas hesitated.

"Don't waste your life, and withdraw them all." Bernie said with a cold face: "Demolish houses, chisel walls, demolish and chisel one by one."

"It takes a lot of time to demolish a house and dig a wall."

"It's better than filling it with people's lives. My young man can't be wasted in this kind of place." Colonel Bern stared: "You Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"What are you talking about?" Thomas spat: "Although you are a senior, you are too disrespectful to me. Making decisions together is naturally a shared responsibility. Responsibility."

The sound of "da-da" hoofs cut through the noise, and a rider galloped along the river.

A series of gunshots suddenly sounded on both sides of the Strait.