Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 122

   Chapter 122 Blackwater Town and Sabre

  Although Winters, who left Wolf Town, had the idea of ​​"just escape back to Veneta like this" more than once, but he didn't put it into practice.

   Not to mention what to do with military status after running, a horse alone is not enough to support long-distance treks. Not to mention, as a stranger, how to get rid of the pursuit in this strange land?

   Running away is very unrealistic, so Lieutenant Montagne can only think about it.

   Winters came out of Wolf Town not to abscond, but to find Andre.

   His new companion was called "Ryzhik" by the Dusa, which means reddish-brown horse. So Winters also named the three-year-old stallion "Red Mane".

   Winters, who stepped on the red mane, immediately decided to go to Blackwater Town. Go see Andre and try Redmane's skills by the way.

  Equestrianism of the Union Army divides the horse gait into five categories: trot, trot, run, big run and jump. If you don't want to wear the horse to death, the last three footwork can't last long.

   Therefore, the most daily riding is brisk walking, and a horse that can run seven or eight kilometers per hour is considered qualified.

  But Red Mane ran all the way, and it took only about six hours to bring Winters to Heishui Town, which is more than 50 kilometers away.

  This speed also has the negative factor of red mane not adapting to new riders. After it adapts to Winters' weight, the pace will be better.

  It seems that the pony Anglo is right, Redmane's feet are really good.

  Although he knew that Redmane was a good horse, Winters didn't realize that he was actually picking up a lot of money. Because buying a warhorse trained by an old rider is a lot easier than buying a raw horse and training it from scratch.

  The owner of the horse was willing to sell such a good horse to Winters, completely out of Girard Mitchell's face.

   Infantry officer Winters did not know the goods, but cavalry officer Andrei was a clear man.

   Just like when he saw Qiang Luck for the first time, when he saw Red Mane, Andre couldn't move his eyes away. His eyes gleamed, and he circled the red mane in amazement, looking and touching, almost drooling.

  If it wasn't for Winters, who would not be able to return to Wolf Tun without his mount, Andrea would have to borrow Red Mane to ride for a few days anyway.

"Hey! How can people make sense of this? How can you, who came from the infantry department, always get such a handsome horse?" Lieutenant Cellini stroked his horse's mane and said sadly: "It's a pity that Bud is not here! That fellow Bishop Seeing this horse will like it."

   The look of his friend sighing made Winters can't help laughing.

  Winters patted the horse's hip and said to Andre, "Then you get me a horse, and this red mane will be for you. How about we change the ride?"

   "Fuck off!" Andre was even more distressed: "Where did I get the money to buy a horse?"

   "Then let's talk about it when you have money. It's serious business to find you." Winters restrained his smile and asked Andre sternly: "Are there people from over there coming to look for you?"

  To be honest, Lieutenant Montagne was very comfortable in Wolf Town.

  For Winters, who grew up living in a crowded, dirty, busy environment in the city, the natural conditions in Wolftown couldn't have been better.

  It is located on the border of Palatu, with a vast area and sparsely populated areas, and the altitude is high, so the air is fresh and clean. Looking around, there are no cramped houses, only the boundless wilderness.

   And as the only civil servant in the town, he almost holds the status of half a feudal lord. No one gave Winters any more orders, which made him very comfortable.

   But Langtun Town is too closed! There is absolutely no access to outside information.

   Since Winters arrived in Wolftown, he has not seen a single person from outside except for a few foot merchants.

Lieutenant   Woike said that the military postman will come to Wolftown regularly in the future, but Winters has not seen the shadow of the postman yet.

   Less than a week later, Winters was eager to know what was going on in the outside world:

   Has the dispute between Veneta and the federation subsided? How's the deal between Prato and Veneta? When can I go home?

  Can be trapped in Langtun Town, Winters doesn't know anything. This isolation is almost torture for him.

When    was asked here, Andre's expression darkened: "No! I haven't even seen a Veneta in this broken place!"

   "I thought Blackwater Town was bigger than Wolf Town, so the news would be better informed." Winters was a little disappointed.

"Which one can be better than this bad place? I asked someone to send a message to Bud, let's see if he has any news." Andre spread his hands and said helplessly: "I'm just messing around now, I can mess around. One day counts as one day. I've already figured it out. If you don't work if you get paid, you will resist. When you get home, your mother will be victorious!"

   The two brothers and sisters in distress looked at each other, sighed in unison, and smiled bitterly in unison.

   Although he didn't get any news, Winters didn't get anything.

   On returning from Blackwater to Wolftown the next day, Winters had two heavy arquebuses on his saddle.

The    gun was borrowed from the arsenal in Blackwater. Blackwater Town is far more prosperous and richer than Langton, so it can afford real weapons.

  The muskets in Dusa Village are all shotguns with a small charge, and such powerful large-caliber muskets are lacking to deal with large beasts.

   So, Lieutenant Cellini lent two of the best arquebuses to Wolftown for free.

   Hearing that there are large beasts in the forest around Langtun, Andre, who has been idle to the point of panic, suddenly became extremely excited.

   If it wasn't for the fact that the town officer couldn't leave the station for too long without permission, Second Lieutenant Cellini could personally carry a gun into the forest of Wolf Town to "kill the people".

  Even if he couldn't go to the wolf town to stand guard, Andre still grabbed Winters and told him that if there were any definite traces of the giant beast, he must send a fast horse to inform him.

  Andre patted his chest and promised to bring the best hunter in Blackwater Town to help out.

   Winters knew that Andrea Cellini was just having a hard time;

   He also knew that if it wasn't for the wolf disaster, his current mental state would probably be similar to Andre's.

  Winters, who returned to Wolf Town with two heavy muskets, was surprised to find that he had only been in Heishui Town for a day, and there had been a lot of trouble in Wolf Town.

   Ever since I heard that there are vicious beasts in the forest, the villagers in each village now look at everything like vicious beasts.

   Within a day, villagers came to the town hall several times in a row, swearing that they saw a beast near the village.

   But when Mayor Mitchell brought people to the sighting site, let alone the beast, he couldn't even find a single hair.

When    questioned the witnesses again, the villager's description changed to "saw a black figure" or "heard the roar of a beast".

   This kind of thing happened over and over again. It just so happened that Winters, the resident mayor, went to Blackwater Town again. Mayor Mitchell, who was over 50 years old, was exhausted.

Another time during the    period, a villager in Hexi Village was so frightened by the "giant black beast shadow" he said, he panicked and ran to light the beacon.

   When old Sergey and the Dussacks rushed to Hexi Village, he found that the villagers in Hexi Village had returned to work as if they were nothing, and the old man was so angry that he scolded his mother.

Winters, who returned to Wolf Town, took the hunter Ralph to go around again, and checked every so-called "evil beast" place, but he did not find any paw prints or animal hairs. class of evidence.

  Although the villagers swore they would definitely see the beast, Winters was 80% sure they were frightening himself.

   On the way back to the town hall, Winters asked the hunter: "I went to Blackwater Town this day, did you find anything in the woods?"

"My lord, in the woods over the Protestant Village, I found some trees with peeling skins, and found black-brown animal hairs on the trees." The old hunter Ralph looked restrained and replied respectfully: "It comes from habits. Look, the vicious beast may be Zang, and Xiong Zh likes to rub his back on the tree. But even if it is Zang, it must be a very big, very big Zong. However, Xiong Zha eats more pine nuts and berries on weekdays, so he may not be able to. attack us."

   "Continue to observe, pay attention to safety, and report to me at any time if there is any situation." Winters asked a few words, and then asked the hunter: "How is it, is your son still living in Mitchell's house?"

  For the sake of safety, the hunter father and son temporarily moved out of the forest hut. Gillard invited them to live in his home, but Ralph refused to live in the guest room like a guest, but took his son and lived with the long-term workers of the Mitchell family.

   "Lord Youlao cares." Referring to his son, Ralph's vicissitudes showed a smile on his face: "Captain Mitchell has always treated our father and son very well, and I am very grateful."

   "Captain Mitchell?" Winters captured a special title, which only people from Dusa Village would call Girard.

   He raised his eyebrows and asked the hunter with some doubts: "Ralph, are you from Dusa too?"

"Previously."

   Winters was even more puzzled: "Then why don't you live with the Dussacks?"

   After a long silence, Ralph the hunter answered with difficulty: "Sorry, my lord. I can't remember why."

  Although he had doubts in his heart, seeing that the hunter did not want to say anything, Winters did not continue to ask.

   Winters, who returned to the center of the town, went to the blacksmith shop first.

  In this era, only cities have professional craftsmen, because full-time craftsmen cannot support themselves in the countryside.

   Peasants don't need tailors, bakers, builders...they sew their own clothes, bake bread, build their own houses.

   But not everyone has the ability to refine metal, burn red iron billets, and forge and bend hot steel. And smelting and forging is an asset-heavy industry that requires not only technology, but also various tools.

   So blacksmiths are rare professional technicians who can make a living in rural areas. Farmers can do well without tailors, bakers, and masons, but they need blacksmiths.

  Blacksmiths play an important role in rural life. You need a blacksmith for farming tools, a blacksmith for repairing pots, and a blacksmith for even pulling teeth.

  The blacksmith shop is of course also an important part of the commercial street of Wolf Town - although the town center has only two dirt roads, one horizontal and one vertical, and the buildings that can be counted with ten fingers.

  The blacksmith in Wolf Town is also a Dussac, and after being resettled to Wolf Town, he started his old business. The blacksmith shop was originally in Dusa Village, and after the village was established as a town, Girard took a lot of effort to persuade the blacksmith to move the shop to the town.

  The shop is very simple, there is not even a shop floor, the forge and the anvil are open to the street.

  A young man who looked to be in his early twenties was naked, holding a bright yellow iron bar with pliers in his left hand, and a small hammer in his right hand, busy beside the forge.

   This young man is of medium stature, shorter and thinner than Winters. In terms of body shape, it is far from the burly and powerful blacksmith in the general impression.

   But the hammer in the young man's hand seemed to have special magic power. With his light tapping, the fiery steel was elegantly bent, and a horseshoe revealed its shape in the blink of an eye.

   Watching the young man forge the iron billet, Winters suddenly remembered Anna's comment on the loggia stone carving: "It's not that the stone was chiseled into a statue, but the person trapped in the stone was chiseled out."

   The young man in front of him was so skilled that even a layman like Winters could see it.

   After watching the young man lay a horseshoe, Winters asked, "Is the shop owner there? Are you the shop owner's son? Why haven't I seen you before?"

   Winters opened his mouth to ask, and the young man who was engrossed in forging iron billets realized that someone was coming. He looked up at Winters, smiled and nodded.

   The young man's face was blackened by smoke, but his teeth were white.

  Old Misha, the owner of the blacksmith shop, said in a loud voice from the backyard: "How can I be so lucky! If that kid in my family can be half as good as Berian, I will die without regrets, sir."

Misha came to the front yard, pointed at the young man and introduced: "This is Berrion from the Protestant village. When you came earlier, he went to the city to feed. Berrion, this is Lieutenant Montagne, the town chief! "

  The blacksmith-Berion seemed to be unable to let go, squeezed out a smile and bowed, but did not speak.

   "Is that your apprentice?" Winters also nodded and asked Misha with a smile: "The craftsmanship is really good."

   "Well, I'm Master Misha's apprentice." Berian replied restrainedly.

"You don't need to take care of my face!" Old Misha laughed heartily and patted Berian on the back: "I don't deserve to be an apprentice, this kid is better than me! He is also a furnace owner in his hometown. The family business is lost! I treat this awesome guy as a partner. The **** in my family is not good enough.

   Seeing Old Misha babbling and not knowing where to go, Winters quickly interrupted: "How is the thing I asked you to do?"

   "The commander's order, I will definitely take it to heart!" Old Misha smiled and ran back to the backyard: "Wait here for a while!"

   After a while, Misha walked out with a long object wrapped in red cloth in both hands: "Look, do you like it?"

   Uncover the red cloth, and there are three knife bars below.

   Winters got into the carriage with empty hands, and was sent to Wolf Town for no reason, without a sword or gun.

  How can you be a town officer without even a handy weapon? So Winters went to the blacksmith Misha, and wanted to strike a few swords.

   Winters' order was: a long sword-shaped practice sword, a long bladed longsword, a one-handed saber, and finally a dousa saber.

  In the ancient language, the word "Dusa" refers to the special shape of the long and narrow saber used by the Dussacs. As for which of the two words Dusa and Dusaq appeared first, it is now unknown.

  Since there is an opportunity to learn the saber skills of the Dusa people, Winters certainly will not miss it. He is now learning Dussac's saber skills with Girard, so he added another saber to the order.

   But it was this lucrative order that gave Misha a hard time. According to Old Misha, he can beat the sword, but the quality... It is not as good as the ready-made swords in the city, and the price is even more expensive than the ready-made swords.

  The swords that are now sold on the market are all swords produced in Solingen, Monta Republic.

  It is said that the old Misha said that in Solingen, a blacksmith was only responsible for one process, and a sword strip could only be completed by the hands of more than a dozen blacksmiths. The blacksmiths there are highly differentiated, and even the blacksmiths responsible for annealing have their own guilds.

   So the sword bars from Solingen, even with shipping, are cheaper and better quality than blacksmiths in other places. The self-employed swordsmiths vomited blood and changed careers one after another.

   Even in the Republic of Palato, many blacksmiths have given up their work of forging swords. No longer produce swords, but honestly serve as swordsmen.

   So old Misha's opinion is: if you don't use it in a hurry, just wait for him to send the ready-made sword from the city.

  Only the Dusa Saber is very easy to handle. Old Misha said that he can go to the village to collect a few unused blades, and he can make knives in this shop.

   The three knives in front of me were received by Misha from Dusa Village in a few days.

  Winters checked the three blades carefully, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Are these blades too old?"

"It's good to be old!" Old Misha slapped his thigh, obviously having the opposite understanding: "A good blade can be passed down for several generations. Old, it means it is durable. The blade of my saber was handed by my grandfather from the wild people in the north. What I robbed, my father and my father have chopped the savages of the north, and in my hands they have chopped Heard barbarians, and they are very sharp in my son's hands..."

   "Okay." Seeing that Old Misha was about to start a long speech again, Winters quickly stopped: "Then this one."

   Winters pointed to the longer of the three blades.

   "Okay!" Old Misha happily re-wrapped the other two: "Berrion, please measure the size of the second lieutenant."

  Although the blade is ready-made, the handle still needs to be customized according to the shape of the hand.

  While Berion was measuring Winters' palm with a tape measure, Archie, the grocer in the next shop, ran into the blacksmith shop in panic.

   "Sir!" Arzi said out of breath, "Fenghuo!"

   Dussack and Dussack are words from another world, so it is more interesting to write them this way, which is different from this world. Last night, I also wrote a little bit more, but I only wrote more than 1,700 words, and I rewrote it twice. I always felt that the rhythm was too slow. I didn't ask for leave because I didn't rest either...

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   (end of this chapter)

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