Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Shack Street

"Vasya! Where are you?" Pierre shouted anxiously, running down the street: "Vasya!"

The narrow streets are flanked by low and shabby shacks, many of which have no doors and only use a piece of rag to block pedestrians peeping into the house.

The road was narrow and crowded, and Pierre's cries were drowned out by the clamor of vendors along the street.

"Do you want to buy cigarettes? Sir." A filthy child followed closely behind Pierre's ass: "Want to buy? I have a good deal. Dry tobacco? Chewing tobacco?"

"Don't buy it!" Pierre replied angrily.

The kid didn't give up, but he kept pestering him and continued to ask: "What about the wine? Sir? Ale? Beer? I also have red wine. Just tell me what you want to drink..."

Pierre didn't bother to pay any attention to the child, he strode down the street, shouting, rudely pushing away the slow-paced civilians.

The innocent pedestrian was pushed to the ground, and was about to scold his mother, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the other party's iconic forehead hair, pigtails, and the Dussac knife on his waist.

So he swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth, and turned into a vicious curse in his stomach, "God **** Tartar!"

Since Marshal Ned built the Shuangqiao Camp 31 years ago, and after all the wars with Heard's tribes, the Shuangqiao Camp has been the most core military material distribution center in the Republic of Palatu.

Today, the "shack street" between the city wall and the camp was originally a slum in Shuangqiao City thirty years ago.

There is demand. With the completion and operation of Shuangqiao Camp, hawkers, prostitutes, brokers, black market merchants... all kinds of people poured into this cramped, dirty and smelly neighborhood.

Some people make a living by providing services to the men in the barracks, and some people wait outside the barracks to sniff out opportunities to make a fortune.

The clanging silver coins were distributed by the logistics officer to the soldiers and civilians, and then fell into the pockets of the merchants and soldiers in the shack street.

Invisible blood vessels connect Shuangqiao Camp and Shack Street. Under the nourishment of money and blood and sweat, Shack Street presents a kind of morbid prosperity.

Many soldiers and civilians spent more time in the shack street than in the military camp, but Pierre rarely came to the shack street on weekdays.

Walking down the noisy street at the moment, Pierre's eyes darkened. He didn't even know which shack the Vashkas were in, and it was useless to shout their names along the street.

In desperation, Pierre began to look at each shack:

opened a door curtain, and a group of shirtless men were gambling, they did not know each other;

Another door curtain was opened, and several villagers were dehairing a hen, not here;

Another door curtain was opened, and a pair of hairy thighs were busy working on a pair of white thighs, neither above nor below was Wasika...

Pierre's pace was fast and hasty, and the children behind him had to run to keep up with him.

But the Dirty Child can't be shaken like a candy, he asked incessantly:

"What about the woman? Do you want a woman, sir? I know exactly which house on the street is sick and which house isn't. Free introduction, no tooth fee. Or maybe the sir wants to play two games? I know there is a house. Haozhuang, you can play any game!"

A child less than ten years old, but his mouth is full of "women", "cigarettes", "wine", and "gambling", which sounds very funny and very sad.

But Pierre ignored the other party at all. He knew that as long as he responded a little bit, this little king and eight eggs would get worse.

The children on the shack street have poisonous eyes, and you can tell at a glance who is not a regular here.

Therefore, every time Pierre came to Shack Street, he would be harassed and annoyed in every possible way.

And the hands and feet of these children running around all over the street are not clean. Don't look at their "senior officer" call, if they are not careful, they can steal the underpants of the top soldiers.

After throwing his purse once, Pierre always took his saber with him whenever he went to Shack Street.

Seeing Dussac in front of him ignoring him, the child who followed Pierre all the way turned his eyes.

He asked mysteriously again: "Sir, do you want money? If you don't have anything you want to buy, you can sell it. Leather boots, wooden boards, gunpowder, lead, muskets, and armor, as long as you dare to sell them, we won't do it without us. Dare to take it, the price is guaranteed to be fair. If there is no stock, you can sell it with news..."

The already restless Pierre finally couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and drew his saber, shouting: "I won't buy anything! I won't sell anything! If you dare to follow me, I will kill you with a knife!"

The child was stunned for a moment, then ran away.

But after only running a few steps, he stood and pointed at Pierre's nose and cursed: "You **** Tartar! Dussac with maggots in his stomach! A **** of a devil and a donkey! My life is not mine. The ball is valuable! When you go to the battlefield and become a lone ghost, let the crow peck your eyes! Let the wild dog eat your ball! Let the devil take you into **** as a [luan] child!"

After spitting out the fragrance, the child made a face, turned and got into the crowd.

"Don't run away, little bastard!" Pierre was blushing with anger and chased after him.

But where can he catch up, he can only watch the child disappear into the dark alley of Shack Street.

The incompetent and furious Pierre roared up to the sky, attracting the attention of passers-by and street vendors.

"What's the matter?" Vashka ran out of a shack with his trousers before he had time to tie his belt.

"Follow me back to the camp!" Pierre, who finally found someone, couldn't care less, grabbing Vasya's arm and hurriedly said: "Here comes a high-ranking officer! The second lieutenant asked everyone to gather."

Washka also panicked: "What? Grass! Where's my belt?"

"How about Tommen and Guohuan'er?"

"Hey! They're not with me!" Wasika slapped her thigh: "I'll find you."

"Go!" Pierre raised his leg and was about to leave, but was pulled by the ten commander.

"Pierre, did you bring any money?" Wasika asked awkwardly, "I haven't paid the money yet."

Pierre sighed helplessly, reaching for his belt.

After fumbling twice, he suddenly changed color: "My wallet! God **** little bastard! He stole my wallet again!"

Under the belt where the purse should hang, is now empty.

The leather cord that tied the wallet has been cut by a sharp blade.

Washka and Pierre hurried back to the camp after finding the other three on Shack Street.

But it was still too late, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska had already returned from the headquarters with three second lieutenants, and the three centenarians stood in a neat queue in the open space.

It was impossible to sneak in, so Vashka and the others had to bite the bullet and approach.

"Ten whips per person." Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed Dragon gave the sentence coldly, without asking where they went: "Enlisted."

The five Dussacs breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the queue.

To tell the truth, rather than stand in public and be humiliated, a few people would rather be whipped a few times, which is more comfortable.

Afterwards, other militiamen came back one after another, and Lieutenant Colonel Jesska treated them equally and received ten whips.

It took nearly two and a half hours for the three centenarians to assemble, and the lieutenant colonel also led everyone to stand on the small school field for two and a half hours.

Everyone is here, the next should be the new commander's lecture, but John Jesska saved all of this.

"Execution before the sun sets." The lieutenant colonel looked at the three centurions under his command with his one eye: "You three do it yourself, and you are responsible for cleaning up your own soldiers. If there are ten commanders, add five whips and replace them."

Then, he disbanded the three Centuries.

But even after receiving the order to disband, the team still stood in place and no one moved. Everyone always feels that there is a missing link, and they don't know whether to go or not.

The militiamen felt inexplicable, but the three second lieutenants were not surprised by the behavior of the new boss.

You must know that after Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed met the three of them, the first sentence he said was, "How did the three of you fall to command the militia?"

"What do you mean? Knowingly asked?" Hearing this sentence, many thoughts flashed in Winters' mind: "Disappointment? Provocation? Want to provoke us on purpose?"

The embarrassing situation of the second lieutenant Veneta in Palato is known to all "Orthodox" officers.

[Note: "Orthodox faction" refers to officers from the Army Military Academy, also known as academy or subject. It is different from the temporary supplementary officer training class and the army officers who were promoted from the line of fire. The latter two are difficult to be promoted to a colonel]

In any case, there is still an alumni friendship, so although the Prato Army will never compromise in principle, most of the seniors still take good care of people like Winters.

In all fairness, the new reclamation resident mayor is actually a very comfortable and comfortable position. With great power and little restraint, he is like a noble lord locally.

It is a favor for a non-specialist officer to have a position as a town officer for retirement, and it has been sympathetic to not let the Veneta people shovel horse manure like Lieutenant Mason did.

In the vast country of galloping horses, the seniors Winters met all patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with kindness: "Be patient, hold on, and you can go home when things are resolved."

"How did you fall to command the militia?"

Being questioned face to face with such words and slapped in the face unceremoniously, this is the first time.

The three second lieutenants made eye contact, but no one answered.

didn't need to speak, seeing Andre's twitching nose and twitching cheeks, Winters knew that Andre was in a rage, and he was only one step away from exploding on the spot.

Winters bumped Andre's shoulder without a trace.

The words that were about to be blurted out, "This... he... Mom is not nonsense, is it possible that we have to blame us for our incompetence?" It was stuffed back into Andre's throat.

But at this time, the lieutenant colonel asked again: "Why don't you talk? You guys are from Lu Yuan anyway, so how come you want to fight for a job with the officers of the Za Yuan?"

[Note: The officers of the Zayuanyuan correspond to the officers of the Luyuan Academy and refer to the professional officers who are not graduates of the Army Military Academy]

Winters had only one thought: it was over, Andre was going to blow up.

Second Lieutenant Montagne's thoughts had drifted to "Being a dueling assistant for Andre" and beyond.

The unhurried voice sounded in the room: "Serve the country, no distinction is made. It's the lieutenant colonel, didn't he also come to command us?"

Andre was taken aback, Winters was taken aback.

Surprisingly, it was Bud, who was the mildest of the three, who was the first to speak up.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was stung, but he wasn't angry.

"It's not a fall, it's a promotion." He showed a smile and said nonchalantly, "I'm worse than you, I just returned from the overseas military area."

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