Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Chase and Kill

The school official on the horse scolded condescendingly and sternly: "Waste! Nuoda's smuggling caravan has disappeared in your jurisdiction! Are you, he, mother negligent or collusion? Speak!"

The lieutenant said nothing, and flames almost burst out of his eyes.

The guard beside the Colonel noticed the second lieutenant's eyes. He stepped forward lightly with his horse's rib in his hand, and stood between the second lieutenant and the colonel, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand.

The colonel thought Ma Qian was just an incompetent low-ranking officer. He didn't realize that he was facing a spellcaster who was on the verge of losing control.

Winters Montagne is about to get out of hand.

From the moment he was escorted to Palato, Winters' negative emotions had been accumulating, and he didn't even realize it.

He had people by his side who supported each other during even the toughest days on the archipelago. But in Wolf Town, he has only himself.

At this moment, his willpower is at its weakest. As long as any hostile behavior from the school officer follows, the remaining reason of the Veneta people will be completely evaporated, leaving only the tyrannical and cruel instincts.

The steed felt the burning anger keenly, and moved its front legs uneasily.

Miss Mitchell also subconsciously hugged Mr. Montagne's arm.

The colonel noticed the second lieutenant's clenched fists, and a nameless fire also burst forth. Just as he was about to continue teaching the disobedient little officer in front of him, some inexplicable intuition prevented him from taking action.

Many figures came running from Mitchell Manor.

Hearing Ms. Mitchell's scream, the Dussacs picked up the guy and rushed out. Running at the front was Sergey, the old man was carrying a sickle he didn't know where to pick it up.

ran closer, and Sergey realized that something was wrong.

Even if Dussac didn't recognize his mother, he wouldn't recognize the wrong uniform. Old Sergey scolded secretly: This is a gentleman, and he is also a high-ranking official.

Sergei Morozov is a Dussack who is not afraid of the sky or the ground. The only thing that makes his calf go weak when he sees the officer's uniform.

But now he can only bite the bullet.

The old man bravely stood beside the second lieutenant, swallowed unconsciously, and shouted sternly, "Hey! What are you doing?"

The Colonel snorted disdainfully, made a gesture to the guard beside him, and didn't even look at the peasant in front of him.

Little did he know that his attitude gave Sergey a lot of peace of mind.

Dussack also ran over one after another, and everyone was shocked when they saw the school officer's uniform. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to speak.

The Colonel's bodyguard grabbed the silver whistle hanging around his neck, put it to his lips and blew it forcefully.

The cavalry team outside the manor also found that something was wrong inside. When the sharp whistle sounded, the cavalry quickly approached the commander.

Except for a small number of cavalrymen who went straight to the scene along the road, all other cavalrymen jumped over the fence to wrap up from the two wings. They galloped through the bean fields without hesitation, and pieces of soybeans were trampled and smashed.

The cavalry, which was smaller in number, surrounded the Dussacks.

This is a team of real cavalry, not horsemen, not mounted infantry, but cavalry with strict combat training.

Their military swords are not hung on the waist at will, but are sandwiched between the horse's back and the thighs, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The cavalry moved forward little by little, compressing the space for the Dussacks. The Dussacks holding farm implements were a little flustered, but they were not out of control yet.

Old Dussack Alexei slowly approached Sergei, bit his ear and said to the old man, "Vladiminovich, do you see it? There's half a squadron!"

"I'm counting, how can there be half a squadron." Sergey replied anxiously: "More than 30 horses, just one platoon."

"What to do?"

"How would I. His mother know!"

When the Dussacks were whispering, several figures rushed over from the manor.

"I'm the mayor of this town." The crowd involuntarily gave way to the people who came, and Girard walked to the school officer's horse: "May I ask what Langtun Town can do for your Excellency?"

Gillard's breathing was a little out of breath, and he obviously ran all the way after hearing the news. Seeing Captain Mitchell arriving, the Dussacs let out a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in their hearts fell to the ground.

"You are the mayor?" The school official glanced at the stout man in front of him.

"Yes."

"Did you know that a large group of smugglers crossed the Big Horn from Wolftown yesterday?"

"This... I don't know"

"The officers stationed in Wolf Town neglected their duties." The colonel said coldly, "Have you ever made a report?"

Girard's expression froze.

"Lord Colonel, I can't agree with you." Another slightly accented voice came from the crowd: "Everyone present and all the squires of this town can attest that Mayor Mitchell and Montagne are stationed in the town. Officials have always been conscientious and conscientious, and have never neglected their duties, and of course there is no need to report them."

I don't know when the old friar came to Winters, he quietly squeezed Winters' arm and took the whip from Winters' hand.

The old friar walked up to the school officer, handed the whip up, with the friendly smile of the clergy on his face: "I am the friar of this diocese, Reid, I don't know how to call the Colonel Your Excellency."

"I'm not a colonel, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Custer." The lieutenant colonel took the whip and swung it a few times, then sneered and asked: "I'm conscientious and conscientious, so I don't even notice the big smugglers crossing the border. That is Collusion in advance to pretend not to know?"

"The Dajiao River in Langtun is more than 70 kilometers long, and there are large uninhabited wastelands along the river bank. How can Lieutenant Montagne alone take care of such a long river?"

"Although the river is long, there are only three Shishichang."

"But the three river crossing points are at least 20 kilometers away from each other. The most northerly crossing point is even more than 40 kilometers away from here. It takes a whole day to go back and forth, but it is closer to Heishui Town." The old monk Mianli said: "If you think that Lieutenant Montagne can solve this group of smugglers alone, why did you bring your elite subordinates here?"

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was speechless.

At this time, a large number of people came from the manor, and the farmers who harvested the tobacco leaves also noticed the strangeness at the gate of the manor.

I heard that a group of people of unknown origin detained Mayor Mitchell and Lieutenant Montagne, and the villagers and hired workers clamored to come to help with farm implements.

For farmers in a mess, quantity is confidence, and now is the most crowded time of the year at Mitchell Manor.

Because of the herd mentality, the more men and women gathered, they all rushed towards the manor, and the Dussacs who were not able to show up the first time also rushed over on horseback.

The crowd was huge for a while, and the momentum was a bit terrifying.

Not only Lieutenant Colonel Custer and his cavalry, but also Girard and Dussack were surprised, and things became more and more difficult to end.

Brother Reid looked at Girard: "Mr. Mitchell, please bring a few people to persuade everyone to go back. Time is precious, don't delay the opportunity to collect tobacco leaves."

Girard was stunned for a moment, then nodded and hurried away with a dozen old Dussacks.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, according to what you said, the smuggling caravan has passed through the border. It is pointless to worry about whose responsibility it is. The most important thing is how to solve the problem, isn't it? Is there anything Langtun can offer you gentlemen? Please speak." The old monk looked at Custer again, and said in a relaxed tone: "You know, our wolf villagers, who are jealous of evil, have always been inseparable with smugglers. I can't wait to eat their meat and wear their skins."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was silent for a while, and said with a cold face: "Please provide me and my subordinates with a place to live, and we will take care of the food ourselves. Our horses need to rest in a covered place, and don't feed the forage indiscriminately. To feed the concentrate."

Lieutenant Colonel's few requests were not complicated, and the old cultivator agreed.

Custer gathered the cavalry together: "Those guys can't run very far. Recharge here tonight and catch up with them tomorrow!"

Girard, who had dismissed the farmers who wanted to help, turned back to the main entrance, and Brother Rhett explained it to him in detail.

Gillard nodded as he listened, and then led Lieutenant Colonel Custer and the cavalry to another manor with vacant houses to spend the night.

"What's your name?" Lieutenant Colonel Custer asked the second lieutenant before leaving Mitchell Manor.

Winters has recovered most of his sanity, but his anger has not subsided: "Winters Montagne."

"Military rank?"

"Second Lieutenant."

"I remember you, Lieutenant Montagne." The lieutenant colonel pointed the whip to Winters' nose: "Aren't you convinced? Take all the men you can find and go after me tomorrow. I'd like to see See how talented you are."

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Custer walked away without looking back.

Lieutenant Colonel's bodyguard took a deep look at Winters, and also drove away.

"Listen to what the commander said, we will set off before dawn." Sergey discussed himself with the other old Dussacs: "Tonight, we have to inform Dussacs from house to house. Let's go to find them separately. All told, let the old and young masters prepare the horse tonight."

Alexey shook his head a few times: "Would you like to inform the peasants? Call the militiamen from other villages too, there will be more people."

"Shit!" Sergey didn't save face for his old brother at all: "Then the officer has four legs, does the peasant have a horse? Chase with two legs?"

Alexei closed his mouth shyly.

Sergey smacked his lips and continued: "It may take more than a day to go back and forth. When you notify the old and young men, tell them by the way, let the mother-in-law prepare some dry food and water, and prepare it in three days."

While Sergey was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that Second Lieutenant Montagne was still by his side, which round he would call the shots.

He hurriedly looked at Winters: "Second lieutenant, I have no intentions. Whether you want to call the peasant's militia or not, you have the final say. If you want to use it, I will inform them and listen to you. But in fact, we have Dussack is enough, I promise to save face for you, but it will get in the way..."

"No need to notify." After that, Winters also left.

Alexei looked at the bean field in front of him and sighed: "The officer's equestrian is really good. Everyone jumps on the fence that is more than one meter high... But it's a pity that these beans are almost cooked..."

The next morning.

The sky turned from black to grey, and a little bit began to turn blue.

"Grass! What? Run away?" Lieutenant Colonel Custer yelled angrily: "[Plato's swear words]!"

"It can't be said that he ran away." The old Sergey looked embarrassed: "I just can't find it."

"Then, didn't he just run away?" The furious Custer slammed his fist on the stake: "Isn't that little Wang Badan with backbone? It ran away? Run away? Grass!"

The Dussacks stood by, all looking at the ground, no one dared to look up.

Custer swung his military sword and shouted: "Chase me! Bring him back! Neglect of duty and leave without permission! I will kill him!"

The guard of the lieutenant colonel cautiously reminded: "Sir, we still have to chase 'that thing'... That Veneta man can't get far. Send someone to send the news to Gervodin, and let others catch it."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer became more and more angry: "Who was the last to see Winters Montagne yesterday?"

The Dussacks looked at each other and exchanged information with each other. Finally, the blacksmith Misha called over. The old blacksmith did not participate in the hunt because of a wound on his leg.

"The last time you saw the deserter Montagne?" asked the lieutenant colonel.

The old blacksmith scratched his head: "Report sir, I don't know if I'm the last to see the second lieutenant."

"What did he do with you?"

"Take his custom-made saber."

"Anything else?"

"Gone."

"Where did he say he was going?"

"I have no idea."

Custer understood that he couldn't ask anything about the blacksmith, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "You all protect him, right?"

"No, how dare I." The old blacksmith waved his hands again and again.

Custer let out a furious roar, cutting the wooden ladder beside him in two with a sword.

"Wait, wait until I catch him, no one who covers him can run away!" Caster glanced at the crowd of Dussacs with hatred, he put the military sword back into the scabbard: "Go!"

"Report to your lord." The old blacksmith scratched his head again: "The second lieutenant seems to have bought a bag of nails..."

Mitchell Manor, Ms. Mitchell hugged her mother and cried: "Mom, is Mr. Montagne really gone?"

Mrs. Mitchell patted her little daughter's back and said seriously: "Lieutenant Montagne doesn't belong here. We shouldn't be sad, we should pray for him. Pray that he can return to his father and mother safely. ."

"Oh, why did you just leave?" Sergey led the horse and sighed: "I don't know where to go."

Gillard glared at Sergey: "Stop talking."

"Alas." Sergey rarely talked back to the big brother: "I just want to send the second lieutenant for a ride, why should we send it off?"

"Brother Rhett, is Brother Winters really gone?"

The old friar stroked his beard and said lightly: "You have to understand, Pierre. It may be a good thing for Winters to go away. [Selika] You must know where the good and the bad depend. , where fortune and misfortune lie."

And more people: Father Kaman, Anglo the pony, Bell the little hunter... I don't know the news at the moment.

Before setting off, Custer selected three of his best riding men, and he said to the first man: "Take this note to Gervodin, and let them send the fastest horses to hunt them along the way. "

Lieutenant Colonel then instructed the remaining two people: "The Veneta people must be going back to Veneta, the two of you go directly to inform all the garrison on the road to Veneta, and let them set up cards along the way..."

While Lieutenant Colonel Custer was still instructing, he and his cavalry heard an excited cry: "Second Lieutenant Montagne is back!"

"Where?" Castor was furious.

"Over there!" A Dussac excitedly pointed to the hills 100 meters away: "Ryzhik!"

Lieutenant Colonel looked up and saw a red horse jumping up from the back of the hill and rushing down like thunder. The rider's vision became clearer and clearer, and he was in front of Custer in the blink of an eye.

"Lieutenant Montagne!" Custer yelled angrily: "You left without authorization..."

"Boom"

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was only halfway through when he was interrupted by two heavy landing sounds.

The second lieutenant took off his saddlebag and threw it in front of the lieutenant colonel.

A head fell out of the bleeding saddlebag and rolled all the way to Custer's feet. The lieutenant colonel lowered his head and looked at each other with a pair of godless eyes.

"The car is west of Fengpingdu, you can move it yourself."

Lieutenant wiped his nose and rode his horse all night, sweating and blowing, and he seemed to have a cold.

The peace agreement between the Huds and the Palatines stipulated that the land west of the Big Horn River, the Palatians would not cultivate; the land east of the Red River, the Huds would not graze.

In this way, the two sides kept a "no man's land" of nearly 100 kilometers between each other.

Dajiao River has become the natural boundary on the west side of Langtun Town.

Thirty kilometers to the west of Fengping Dudushuchang, Custer found a convoy of smugglers

The cargo was intact, and heavily armed corpses were scattered all over the place, except that there was nothing around the neck.

Judging from the traces on the scene, what Second Lieutenant Montagne did was very simple: he rushed into the convoy to kill half of the people first, and then began to chase the other half.

Custer's guards became more and more frightened as they watched.

"Sir." The guard said to Custer fearfully, "I think that guy may have really had murderous intentions."

"Grass!" The lieutenant colonel slapped his leg and cursed: "This **** didn't leave me a single job!"

Custer cavalry before departure from Mitchell Manor.

Custer found Winters, who was washing his hands.

"Let's get ready. Langtun Town is about to draw Ding, a centurion." Lieutenant Colonel said.

Lieutenant stopped: "Are you threatening me?"

"Boy, I'm repaying your favor. Now I know, I always know when it's time to get a dick." Custer snorted coldly: "Is there any such thing today, wolf town will have a dick, it's long time ago It's set. The sooner you know, the more you can do."

Lieutenant Colonel was gone, and the Second Lieutenant was still washing his hands hard, over and over again.

Winters felt a tinge of fear, not because of the killing, but because he felt… calm after the killing.

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