Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 145

   Chapter 145 Horseshoe Ivan

  The battle for the field was over, and the two Dussacs dragged the still-dead man with an oval scar on his face to the second lieutenant

   "I'll only ask you once." Winters sat on a boulder, wiping his saber, and said without looking up, "Where is your hiding place?"

  The four captured bandits knelt in front of the second lieutenant and shivered, and the people of Wolf Town with bows and crossbows stood around the captives and glared.

   Once the people in Wolf Town, which has a dominant population, are effectively organized, it will be no problem to deal with this gang of thirty or forty people.

   Winters charged with the cavalry, and the bandits who were still fighting just now immediately dispersed.

  When Girard arrived with the rear team, the battle turned into a chase and kill.

   The four gangsters who are still alive are considered lucky, because the four were captured by the second lieutenant himself, and the second lieutenant wanted to leave a few alive for questioning.

  The other gangsters were not so lucky. The people of Wolf Town hated them so much that they would kill them if they were caught.

   For the severely wounded gangsters, they would not even give pleasure, and let them go to **** in fear and pain.

   Without Winters' torture, several bandits had already seen the young officer's power, and they spit out everything they knew like beans in a bamboo tube.

   It was a premeditated ambush.

  The various manors in Wolf Town travel to and from Gervodin every year. Although safe, it also makes them a very obvious target.

   Bandits and robbers have long been greedy, but no one dared to attack because of the momentum of the team and the reputation of Wolf Tun Dusak.

   Until this year, this time.

  According to the confession of the prisoners, they had been guarding the fortification field half a month ago. At that time, the Wolf Town convoy had not yet set off.

   However, when the people from Wolf Town went to Revodan, it was raining upstream, and the water level of the Pantuo River soared.

   But luck always runs out, and when they come back they are falling into the trap of this band of bandits.

  Accurately speaking, this is not a "gang" of bandits. A small group of bandits have no ability to eat the Wolf Town team.

   Several bandits joined together to form this large gang of more than 40 people, and some bandits even came from Lin County to join the gang.

  In the middle of a hidden clearing in the dense forest, a small dark black iron pot was cooking on the fire.

  A bearded man was stirring the contents of the iron pot with a long-handled spoon, while another skinny man slowly peeled the radish.

   There are a dozen rudimentary tents around the fire, which look like a makeshift camp.

   "Tommy! Haven't you finished urinating yet?" the bearded man yelled impatiently.

   A young, dirty blond child ran back from outside the camp with his pants on: "Come! Come!"

   The skinny man laughed and said, "Lazy people pee a lot."

  The blond child suddenly stopped and stood still in the middle of running, looking behind him suspiciously.

   "Standing for the ball? Still rolling over and not helping?" the bearded man shouted in dissatisfaction.

   "I hear the hooves over there!" the blond kid pointed behind him and shouted.

   "Hoofs?" The bearded man dropped the spoon and stood up abruptly: "Then the boss should be back!"

  The blond child turned back and saw only a black afterimage, and then a sharp pain came from his forehead, and he lost consciousness.

  The bearded man and the skinny man tried to run away, but the sound of hooves came from all directions.

   A fiery red warhorse swept past the two of them, and the old rider on the warhorse staggered and beat the bearded man unconscious.

   The skinny man was scared to pee his pants and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

   Another rider threw out the noose and dragged the thin man down.

   "Don't waste your time, search!" Seeing that everyone in the camp was under control, Winters, who was standing behind him, signaled to Dussack not to entangle with the captives.

   Sergey and the other Dussacks began dragging down tent after tent in the camp.

   "There are still people here!" Dussac shouted.

   Sergey immediately jumped off the saddle, grabbed the collar of the man in the tent and demanded fiercely, "Speak! Who are you, not to kill you!"

   "Don't kill me." The man whose hands and feet were chained with iron shackles begged repeatedly: "The bandits tied me here."

   Dussac exclaimed again in the distance: "There are people from Wolf Town!"

   In the bandits hiding place one kilometer away from the trekking point, the three bandits who stayed behind were captured by Winters led by Dussack.

   They rescued several passers-by who were kidnapped at the same time—as well as the eldest son of the Bentins family.

   And the old Mr. Benting could not bear the torture to death.

  Old Bentin went to Gervodin with only his eldest son, and when he returned, Bentin and his son secretly set off ahead of schedule. Unfortunately, they were stopped by gangsters near the field.

   found that the two of them only had land deeds and no cash, and the bandits beat Benting and his son severely.

  Little Benting survived, but the old Bentin was beaten to the death and died that night.

   The impermanence of fate is embarrassing.

  After cleaning the battlefield, the convoy was divided into two groups in the Pangtuo River.

   Mayor Mitchell continued to walk towards Wolf Town with a large group of troops.

  The second lieutenant of Montagne led six Dussacs and four carts to pull the corpses of the captives and bandits back to Gervodin.

   On the day that Winters finally returned to Wolf Town, there was less than half a month left before the deadline for submitting the militia roster.

   In previous years, when the convoy returned, every household in the town was beaming with joy, but this year it was especially sad.

  Mourning, funeral, and drawing had to happen at the same time.

   More than 20 people were killed and injured by the drivers and employees of the convoy, and the seriously injured died soon after.

   In contrast, Dussac was indeed fierce. No Dussac was killed, and only six Dussacs were injured.

  The manors in Wolf Town jointly contributed a sum of money to treat funerals and care for the dead and wounded.

   And the second lieutenant took the captives and the corpses of the bandits to the county garrison, only to learn that many of the bandits who ambushed the wolf town convoy still had bounties hanging on their heads.

  Especially the bandit leader with oval scars on his face—that **** had a tough life, and he was stabbed in the back without dying—and was a well-known villain, nicknamed "Ivan Horseshoe".

   Horseshoe Ivan's gangs are running and committing crimes in the new reclaimed land. There are eight counties in the province, and seven counties are offering a reward for his head.

   "Ivan Horseshoe was originally a Dussack too," Major Ronald told Winters.

   When he was serving, he was kicked in the face by a war horse, leaving an oval horseshoe mark, so he got the nickname "horseshoe".

   Later, when he was drinking and making trouble, he accidentally murdered, and the horseshoe absconded in fear of crime, and simply started to rob and kill for a living.

  Because the horseshoe itself is extremely powerful and has experience in the army, a group of thugs quickly gathered around him.

   This guy is well versed in the essentials of the army, and also knows the doorway between the army and the locality.

   In the new reclaimed province, only the legionnaires have the ability to search across the county, but the robbery is a local task.

   Therefore, the horseshoe only robs the civilians and does not touch the army. If one county cannot stay any longer, it jumps to another county. The county governments are extremely troubled by the horseshoe gang.

   Horseshoe commits more and more cases, his fame is getting bigger and bigger, and his nickname has changed from Horseshoe to "Ivan Horseshoe".

   "Ivan, the famous horseshoe." Major Ronald patted Winters on the shoulder and praised happily: "Finally, it fell into the hands of Lieutenant Montagne, and was captured alive. Good job!"

  Ivan Horseshoe was arrested in Iron Peak County, which also made Major Ronald very long.

   especially still alive, which means there will be a "grand" public execution - something Winters doesn't understand at this point.

   In fact, not only Ivan Horseshoe, because several gangs of bandits committed the crime, and several other famous thieves also died under the saber.

   is only compared to the fierce name of Ivan Horseshoe, and other bandits are nothing.

"It's mainly the credit of Mayor Mitchell and Wolf Tun Dussack." Winters sighed: "I can only figure out why you are just bandits and robbers, but the timing of the ambush can be grasped. So good."

   Stepping on the spot beforehand, reconnaissance repeatedly, attacking halfway, capturing the moment when the guards of the convoy are scattered...

  If Winters didn't come back in time, and the second lieutenant happened to be a spellcaster, it is very likely that Ivan Horseshoe would really succeed this time.

   Major Ronald was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion: "Rebels are always more dangerous than bandits."

  Once a person with military skills commits evil, the harm caused is far greater than that of a desperate farmer.

  In the monarchy era, the most destructive bandits were often bankrupt nobles and desolate knights.

Major    Ronald kept Ivan Horseshoe, and the major asked Winters to take the remaining seven bandits back to Wolftown.

"You caught the people, and they will be judged by you according to the law. I will keep the horseshoe, and you will bring the remaining guys back to the wolf town to kill." Major Ronald specifically instructed: "It is necessary to quell the grievances of the families of the dead and wounded. If you are angry, you must also set an example. When this is over, I will let the executioner go to you."

   Judgment power, an officer stationed in a small township can decide the life and death of a person, this is the power that the officers of the Republic of Veneta dare not even imagine.

The fact that   Plateau's army held the status of a feudal lord in the newly reclaimed land was not a lie.

  The corpse of the bandit was exchanged for silver coins in Gervoudan, and Winters received the reward on the horseshoe Ivan's head in Iron Peak County directly at Gervoudan garrison.

Major    Ronald also generously paid Ivan Winters Horseshoe's bounty in the remaining five counties in advance according to the bounty notices sent by other counties.

   With the bounty and seven bandits in custody, Winters returned to Langtun Town.

   Before this, no one would have thought that the newly built police station prison would come in handy so quickly.

  The old blacksmith Misha and his assistant Belion had to forge the shackles overnight.

   Winters had wanted to leave the seven bandits to Major Ronald for trial, but realized he had no right to deprive the victims' families of their revenge.

  Wolf Town's drawing work is progressing very smoothly.

When   Winters brought the good news that "time in the militia can be deducted from one period of service" back to Wolftown, the people of Dusa were very happy.

  Gillard didn't approve of “system arbitrage” from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't openly oppose it, leaving the choice to each Dousa family.

   In the end, a total of 32 underage Dussacs volunteered to apply, all between the ages of 15 and 20.

The    Centuries are full at 80, and the remaining 48 unlucky ones will be decided by lottery.

   Pierre's name was on the list of Dussacs who took the initiative to apply.

  Although Mr. Mitchell firmly opposed it, the real person in charge of the Mitchell family was not him, but Mrs. Mitchell.

   Pierre finally told his mother about his father's beating up on him—he was so bruised that he couldn't hide it.

  To Pierre's surprise, the mother, who had always doted on him, not only supported his father, but educated him on the contrary.

   When it was time to decide whether to join the militia auxiliaries, Pierre and Girard were on the same front again.

  Girard hated the act of breaking his oath, and Pierre would rather die than become a civilian.

   But Mrs Mitchell thought it was a good idea to join the militia, neither against the law nor against her oath.

Gillard Mitchell and Ellen Mitchell had a big fight. Winters, who was staying at Mitchell's house, hid outside the mansion and could hear Gillard's roar and Mrs. Mitchell's cry. .

  The youngest daughter of the Mitchell family, Scarlett Mitchell, hid together in the gazebo in the backyard. She hugged the arm of the ensign, sobbing with her ears blocked.

   "It's normal for couples to quarrel, and I saw them when I was a kid." Winters had to comfort the terrified Ms. Mitchell: "Have you not seen it?"

  Miss Mitchell sobbed and replied, "They never fought before... Will my dad kill my mom?"

   "No... don't worry, no..." Winters was stunned by the little girl's imagination.

   After a long time, the mansion was quiet, and Mrs. Mitchell returned to her usual gentle and demure appearance, but there were still a few tears in the corners of her eyes.

   Winters quickly got up to greet him.

   Seeing her mother coming, Ms. Mitchell ran away quickly.

   "Mr. Second Lieutenant." Mrs. Mitchell bowed her knees slightly.

   "Mrs." Winters nodded in return.

   As soon as Mrs. Mitchell spoke, she burst into tears: "In your militia... Can Pierre be safe?"

Winters pondered for a long time, and replied seriously and seriously: "Ma'am, once you join the war, no one will be safe, and I can't guarantee that Pierre will be able to return home safely. If the war goes well, the possibility of surviving as an auxiliary soldier is far better than that of the soldier. Soldiers are bigger. If things don't go well, the auxiliary soldiers are the first to be abandoned. I can't promise you anything, war is a cruel and sad disaster."

   "If the battle goes well, auxiliary troops can be safer, right?"

   "That's right."

   "Thank you, Mr. Montagne." Madame Mitchell saluted and left sadly, she muttered to herself: "Father, brother, I can't lose my son again. They will understand in the future...will understand..."

   When the mistress of the Mitchells made up her mind, the attitudes of Girard and Pierre meant nothing.

   In the end, Micheer still complained and signed on the roster.

  32 people have been determined, and the remaining candidates are just waiting for the lottery.

   In previous years, the lottery of the people in Wolf Town was a simple and crude one-person-one-lottery, and whoever was unlucky to be selected was the one.

   But this time, Winters Montagne, the magistrate, made a simple statute.

   First of all, whether it is a hired laborer, a peasant farmer or a manor family, all must participate in the lottery;

  Secondly, militia families who died during the beast disaster are exempted;

   Third, there is only one signature for the only child, and two signatures for the others—it is too preferential to directly exempt the only child, but it should also be taken care of;

  Fourth, other townspeople who were not selected should pay money on a per capita basis according to the three levels of hired labor, self-cultivation farmers and manor owners, and equally distributed to members of the militia team as compensation.

   This is a very rough plan, but at least it can be accepted by the people of Wolf Town. Compensation for the unlucky ones who are drawn can also reduce the risk of desertion.

   What Winters didn't expect was that the little hunter Bell was the first to find him after learning that he was rich.

   "Sir? Do you have any money to join the militia?" Bell asked the second lieutenant impatiently.

   You must know that Bell is not among the 32 Dusakries who voluntarily signed up, but the pony Anglo is among them.

   "There are some." Winters asked quietly: "Are you short of money?"

  Bell did not answer directly, but asked eagerly: "I also signed up for the militia, can you give me the money in advance?"

   This time Winters couldn't ignore it. He frowned and asked again and again, "Are you short of money?"

  Bell shivered involuntarily and nodded without saying a word.

   "What to do?"

  Bell was silent.

   "What to do?!" Winters raised his volume by a third.

   "Pay the debt," Bell whispered.

   "What debt?"

   "My father's debt."

   "Alas." Winters sighed. "How much? I'll get it for you. You don't need to join the militia."

  Bell said stubbornly: "No, I can't ask for other people's money."

   "What are you being hypocritical? Do you still want money?" Winters asked back.

  Bell, like a deflated ball, hummed softly and said, "I want..."

   The little guy didn't ask for much money, but Winters was always worried.

   Money didn't matter to him, but he had to make sure that Ralph's son didn't go astray.

   That night, he quietly followed Bell into the woodland and followed Bell back to the hunter's hut.

  After the old hunter died, Bell was brought to the town by Winters to live in the town, and the wooden house of the hunter's family in the woods was left unused.

  The little hunter secretly returns to the old house. There must be something strange in it.

   "You little guy, what are you doing!" Winters kicked the door open.

   "Ah!?" Bell stood up in a panic to block: "No... nothing..."

   Winters' pupils shrank, his breathing suddenly accelerated, he pointed to the shadow behind the little hunter: "What is that!"

  Bell knew that he couldn't escape, and hummed softly: "Cat..."

   "Fart!" Winters laughed angrily: "Can a cat's claws be that big?"

   smiled, lightning flashed suddenly in Winters' mind, and he asked in shock: "That...that is...the cub of the giant lion?"

  Behind Bell, the little lion let out a milky "woooah".

  —cut—

   "Book of Rare and Precious Beasts"

   Bai Ruisi [author]

"...The cave lions have one or two cubs per litter, and their habits are not like lions but more like tigers, and females will raise their cubs alone... There are reliable records that there are still cave lions in the northern foothills of the Golden Summit Mountains until 580 in the imperial calendar... However, as the population and habitat continued to shrink, this living fossil-level species eventually disappeared completely... Today people can only explore the true face of cave lions from legends and documents..."

   Without adding some fantasy elements, I almost forgot that this book is classified as fantasy (covering my face)

   But the little lion and Bell are the original settings, not a temporary idea. The lion has a probability of having two cubs, and it is actually very sad for the old hunter to kill the cubs. If you pay attention to the old hunter's initial attitude, you can see that he is not willing to kill indiscriminately.

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