Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 118

   Chapter 118 Wolf Town

   "Okay, let's send it here." Winters patted Andre's arm: "It's not that we won't be able to see you in the future."

"I can't believe that this sheep herder is better than a mud guy!" Andre said with tears in his eyes: "If you have a way in your family, let them take you away. We buddies who have a way will go. , it's not unscrupulous. I really can't afford to spend with this sheepherder..."

   Shepherd is a derogatory term for the Palatine people. Andre's emotions were out of control, and his words were out of his mind. Andrei is addicted to his mouth, but there are others beside them.

   Hearing the name "shepherd", the Palatine soldier who was in charge of "escorting" Winters and others couldn't help but look sideways.

   Winters quickly comforted Andre with kind words and persuaded him to leave. When Andre walked towards the town, he reluctantly reviewed it again and again.

   After restarting the journey, Winters apologetically explained to the Palatine cavalry beside him: "Second Lieutenant Cellini has always been rude, but he has no malice, and I apologize to you all for him."

   Lieutenant Kewen Voyk, who led the team, squeezed out a cold smile and nodded.

   A group of people galloped on horses, and there was a horse in the field beside the road, and at a glance, they could see the dark blue mountains rising on the horizon.

   Looking around, there is nothing on the wasteland, only the vast green.

   It is refreshing to run wildly in this vast world. But Winters couldn't get up at all now, and when he saw the desolate scenery in front of him, he really understood where he was being sent.

  This is the frontier of the Palatu Republic, the far west of the Union. If Guitucheng is the hinterland in the hinterland, then this is the frontier in the frontier.

  It started six days ago, when Warrant Officer Veneta finally got out of the carriage, but was put under house arrest again. Until this time, the Veneta Warrant Officers did not know two things:

   First, they are now second lieutenants;

   Second, they are now second lieutenants of the Republic of Palatu.

  The Paratus treats Winters and others very well. They eat, drink, and take a bath. But their freedom was still restricted and they were not allowed to meet with Veneta's officials in Palato.

   Immortals fight, mortals suffer. In the eyes of the Interprovincial military, this was just a trivial provocation, but it completely disrupted the life trajectories of the second lieutenants such as Winters, Andre, and Bard.

   For this group of young people, the future path was clearly visible: title, appointment, accumulation of seniority, promotion, retirement…

   But now their path has been completely disrupted by the sudden "distribution", like a ball of thread played by a cat.

   At Veneta they were promising young men, but at Palato they were nothing.

  No connections, no relatives and friends, not even money... Winters and others were escorted to the castles of the kings, and they didn't even have a single silver coin on them.

   No relatives, no news. No one knows, no one knows anything. Now they are nothing more than the lowest-ranking professional officers in the army.

   I don't know how the above negotiated, but after three days of house arrest, the Paratus made new arrangements for their fate.

  In a sunny office, Colonel Plato, with a warm smile on his face, handed Winters a letter of commission.

   After receiving the commission, Winters, who was bewildered, was asked out of the office immediately. He only remembered that the colonel said, "...The Republic is looking forward to your hard work and struggle, and you will achieve great things in the vast world..."

  This uninhabited field...is really his mother's "broad world"!

   Thinking of the Colonel's warm smile, Winters couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

  After flying for several hours on the dilapidated dirt road, they crossed a river shoal more than ten meters wide, and the group arrived at their final destination.

   In front of you is a town that can hardly be called a "town". Two dirt roads of more than 20 meters long are the main road, and the intersection of the dirt roads is a small church.

   Along the road are several houses made of logs, which seem to be the only shops in this town.

   Winters thought that the place where Andre and Bud were assigned was desolate enough, but compared with the town in front of him, the town where Andre and Bud went was simply gorgeous and bustling.

   "Well, this is Wolftun (town) [Wulfthorpe, Walsop Town]." Lieutenant Woick pointed with his horsewhip: "Come on, I'll show you the mayor here."

   Winters followed Woick to a house opposite the church. Except for the church, this wooden house is the largest in the whole town. It seems that this is the town hall.

   Before entering the door, Winters heard a loud... snoring?

Lieutenant   Woike was also a little strange. He and Winters looked at each other and walked into the town hall first.

  After entering the door is a small cubicle, and a wooden wall partitions the whole house. There is a table facing the door, and a thin old man with a clean shaved beard is doing some calculations.

   "You're the mayor?" Voick cut to the chase.

   The old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Woike, and answered unhurriedly: "I am the clerk of this town, may I ask your Excellency?"

   "I'm Lieutenant Voick of the Army." After introducing himself, Voick pointed at Winters with his whip: "This is Lieutenant Montagne, we want to see the mayor."

   "Oh, then please come with me." The thin old man spoke in a sloppy manner, which sounded rather strange. He stood up and opened another door on the partition wall: "This is the mayor's office."

  Looking into the door, the first thing Winters saw was the soles and...beer belly?

The owner of   beer belly was sleeping soundly on the bench by the window, and the deafening snoring came from here. This man's snoring was so loud and special that he seemed to choke himself to death with every breath.

   "Master, wake up... The officer from the city wants to see you." The old clerk tried to wake up the snoring man.

   But no matter how he patted each other's shoulders and arms, the mayor just didn't wake up. The old man gritted his teeth and slapped his face hard.

   The middle-aged man who was in a coma suddenly woke up, rolled to the ground as if he was greatly stimulated, and looked around in horror.

   After discovering Woick and Winters, the middle-aged man froze for a moment, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, stood up embarrassedly, and asked with a smile, "Ah? What's wrong? Who are these two?"

  The old clerk introduced Woick and Winters again, and Winters was able to take a closer look at the man in front of him.

  The mayor of Wolf Town is a short man, a head shorter than Winters. But he has a thicker neck and a thicker waist. If you look at the upper body, people might think that he is taller than Winters.

   Supporting his bulky upper torso are two stubby looped legs, which ordinary people don't have. Obviously, he is a good rider.

   The thick brown curly hair was mixed with many silver threads, indicating that he was not young. But there was still the carefree look of a young man in his two blue eyes.

   These blue eyes are born on a round face, with a big nose and a wide mouth below the eyes. His smile was hearty and sincere, with no apparent hypocrisy, a brutish but alive spirit.

   With just one glance, Winters had a lot of affection for this stout man.

"Haha, what a joke!" The mayor of Wolf Town smiled and scratched the back of his head: "I'm Gillard, Girard Pleninovich Mitchell, folks see my house is close to the town. I was elected mayor. If you have anything to do, just tell me."

  Woike did not speak, and handed an official letter directly to the mayor.

  Gillard smiled and scratched the back of his head again, and handed the letter to the old clerk: "I don't know a few big characters. Pan Weiqie, you and I read what was written in the letter."

  The old clerk—now we know his name is Pan Weiqie—takes the document and reads it carefully. Then he looked up at Winters and said, "Sir, this second lieutenant Montagne is the new resident officer."

"Hey! Okay! It can be considered that there is a town officer here!" Girard patted his thigh happily, and grabbed Winters' arm with a big laugh: "This great boy! How good! We can count as wolf village There is also a resident officer! Good!"

Girard realized again that the young man in front of him was not his son, and quickly let go and said with a smile, "I'm sorry! I'm so happy! We have been vacant since the establishment of the township officer in Wolf Village, and it has been missing for many years now. It can be regarded as a resident official, such a good young man, a big happy event!"

Obviously not wanting to stay long, Voick took out another purse and handed it to Winters: "This is your salary for the quarter. The duties of the garrison are very simple and are written in the commission. The military correspondents come regularly. Here, your future salary will be handed over to you by them."

   Winters silently took the purse and saluted.

   Looking at Winters, Woike couldn't bear it. He led Winters out of the town hall, sighed, and said, "In Palatu, the town officer is actually the military's representative in the new reclamation area. It's enough to manage the law and order and the militia. It's easy, there's nothing to do. You just Just bear with it, you can go home when the matter is resolved."

   Winters knew this was the truth, nodded, and gave another solemn salute.

Lieutenant   Woike patted Winters on the shoulder and left with his cavalry.

  Three days ago, all Lieutenants Veneta received their commissions. They were appointed as resident officers of each town, and were ordered to take up their posts without delay.

   Maybe he wanted to break up the Veneta ensigns in this way, or maybe there was another purpose. Winters didn't know the decision-making process of the Palatine military, but apparently they made it clear that they would never let the Veneta ensigns go home until the Palatians were satisfied.

Most of the    Vineta ensigns were stationed in the "New Reclamation Area".

   If the Republic of Palatu is the edge of the Union's territory, then the new reclamation area is the edge of the territory of the Republic of Palatu. And Wolf Town, the town to which Winters was assigned, was the very edge of the new reclamation area.

   Winters has now reached the very edge of the edge of the Senus Alliance territory, possibly even the very edge of "civilization".

   Therefore, further west here is the no-man's land that is nearly 100 kilometers wide, and further west from the no-man's land is the land controlled by the barbaric Hed tribe.

   Almost all the “towns” in these newly reclaimed areas were “combined with villages and established towns” within the last ten years, with sparsely populated areas and blocked communications. Few officers would be willing to serve in such a place, so the town officers in the new reclamation areas, including Wolf Town, would remain vacant.

   is now being used to place this batch of Veneta's "uninvited guests".

   Looking at the desolate frontier town in front of him, Lieutenant Montagne suddenly felt unspeakably lonely.

   Fifty-six kilometers to the north, Lieutenant Andrea Cellini felt the same way.

   At this moment, in the small towns distributed along the frontier of Palatu, every second lieutenant of Veneta is thinking about one thing: going home.

   But how to get home?

run?

  Where are you going?

   If you leave your post without permission, you will become a "traitor" and a "deserter" in the legal sense.

Wait?

   When will it be the head?

  When Winters was in a trance, Girard walked out of the town hall beaming with clerk Pan Weiqie.

  Gillard reminded as he walked: "Go back and tell Ellen, you must do a good job today, and when you go back, invite both the Wilkes family and the Bentin family, and ask them to bring two bottles of good wine..."

Going out to see Winters, Girard said excitedly: "Lieutenant Montagne, we must have a big drink tonight! It's been a long time since I met such a big happy event. By the way, do you have a place to live? Our town is small, and there is no hotel, so you can stay at my house! By the way, don't look at our small town, the villagers are all good people…”

  The hospitable Girard suddenly made Winters a little at a loss, and it also made him feel a touch of warmth. He smiled and agreed and thanked him.

  The old man Pan Weiqie saw that Girard and Warrant Officer Montagne were having a good chat, so he walked behind the house to fetch the horse.

  Gillard suddenly discovered something, he looked at the empty tethering stake in front of the town hall. He scratched his head and called Pan Weiqie back.

   "Master, what are your orders?"

   "Pan Weiqie, go back."

   Pan Weiqie said with a bitter face: "This is far from home, sir."

   "You lazy bastard, you go to Bentin's house first and let Frank borrow a horse to ride home?"

  Pan Weiqie muttered, and reluctantly walked slowly towards the west of the town.

   Winters didn't understand at first, but he thought through it and quickly understood: Girard was asking Panviche to give himself a mount.

   Winters came to Wolftown on a public warhorse, which Woick took with him when he left.

   In this strange land, he has nothing.

   He has no horses, no swords, no uniforms—Winters is still wearing the uniform of a cadet... If it weren't for this quarter's salary, he wouldn't even have a single silver chip.

   In Winters' short life, he had never been so embarrassed.

   But he suddenly remembered Bud - Bud's station was forty kilometers north of Andre's station - and he suddenly realized that his current situation was actually the situation Bud had always been in.

   He was only poor for a while, but Gerrard's Bud had been so hard all the time.

   "If someone can do it, I can do it too." Thinking of this, Warrant Officer Winters Montagne cheered up: "If it comes, let it go. I will find a way to go home."

"Excuse me, but you neither allowed me to meet them, nor did you directly assign positions to them without notice. I really don't see the slightest sincerity. How can you agree to release our officers?" Turanio, the tower's chief advisor to the castles, pressed his anger and asked.

Marco, head of the external liaison department of the Parato Army, replied with a smile: "Your Excellency, I must correct your wording. These second lieutenants are not 'your' Veneta's officers, but our Parato professional soldiers. So we No outsider is qualified to dictate how to delegate them."

"Stop playing with words like this!" Turanio was trembling with anger: "You and I both know what's going on, it's all caused by the people of the United Province! We should have shared the enemy, but you are helping the emperor! Your people Is it our responsibility to be sent to the overseas expedition?"

   "Then it's our responsibility to send your people to Palatu?" Marko **** for tat.

   "Stop talking nonsense, just say what you need to agree to let him go?!" The chief advisor slapped the table.

"What I said will not be recorded in writing, nor will it be officially recognized by the Republic of Palato." Marko leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent: "When will our supplementary officers return to the country of galloping horses, your supplementary officers I can go home anytime."

"Your people are traveling by boat, understand?" Turanio said angrily: "The United Provinces specially sent the fastest communication boats, but they couldn't catch up! Years. If your people can't come back in a year, is it difficult for you to deduct our people for a year?"

  Marko replied: "Your Excellency, if I were you, I wouldn't complain here, but I'd be on the fastest boat to chase."

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