Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Awakening the Sleeping Tiger (Part 1)

"I didn't do it!" Winters was wronged and wronged, and he walked in the darkness: "I only burned the thief's hair!"

"It's okay, you didn't do it."

"Look at what you said... I really didn't do it!"

"I know, it must not be done by you, the fire is far away from here." Bud led the way with two halberds and calmly cleared Winters.

Winters had a rough day. During the day, he was struck by a thunderbolt from Ike. At night, a female thief killed him, and his left shoulder, right arm, and foot were injured.

The two quickly walked back to their post at the north gate. The students on duty had already heard the whistle and saw a vision in the sky.

They thought that the guards on patrol blew their whistle when they saw a fire, and the short teacher on the night shift was also woken up and was anxiously waiting for something at the door.

So they were all surprised when they saw Winters coming back with a **** arm.

"How did you do it?" The short teacher on duty was at a loss.

"There was a thief. I ran out of the school and stopped me. I moved the knife and ran." Winters had already sorted out the language on the way back.

He decided to be smarter and forget about the "fire" thing.

You can't even mention women, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, and you have to waste your tongue.

"Who dares to come to our army's territory to run wild?" The short instructor on duty was furious.

Winters thought: It is indeed a lifeless, and I almost lost my life.

But the thief has run away without a trace, and no one can do anything about her for the time being.

The priority is obviously to deal with Winters' injury and figure out where the fire really started.

The short teacher immediately took Winters to the staff duty room. He took out the scythe and the tinder cloth and tried to start the fire, but it failed to ignite after several attempts.

Winters sighed and silently activated the ignition.

The oil lamp was on, but the light was still too dim.

The short teacher asked Winters' apprentices to fetch a few more oil lamps.

Winters remembered the dagger of the female thief at this time. The dagger is made of metal, and as long as it has no rust, it can be used as a casting material for the light spell.

He took out the dagger, still using the fire spell casting gesture, and activated Tesla's light spell.

Magic power was poured into the surface of the dagger, and the metal was injected with magic power and then released the magic power in the form of visible light, and the room was instantly illuminated.

Taking advantage of the light, the short teacher quickly took out a small pair of scissors and took the time to cut the right sleeve of Winters' summer uniform.

The blood on Winters's arm had coagulated, and the cloth was glued tightly to the wound.

"You can hold back." The short teacher warned in a sullen voice: "This must be torn off and cannot be left on the wound. Otherwise, the wound will ooze pus and you will die of high fever."

The [Sovereign War] that lasted for more than ten years has allowed the army to accumulate a lot of experience in dealing with sharps injuries. These experiences were finally summarized and became the teaching content of the health class.

Winters nodded, and the short teacher was no nonsense.

His heart was ruthless, and his hands were violent. With a "swoosh", he tore off the fabric that adhered to the wound.

Winters was almost convulsed with pain, and the coagulated wound was bleeding again, and the blood had been ticking down the arm on the bed.

At this time, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance, from far to near, and soon stopped at the door of the duty room.

A junior pushed in the door: "Report! The horse is here."

After the guards who stood guard just now noticed the vision in the sky, they immediately woke up the short teacher on duty.

The short instructor immediately judged that the fire was on the port side. He led a guard out of the house and ran along the road in the direction of the fire, trying to find out the situation.

Running and running, the short teacher realized that he had made a fool of himself. The place where the fire started was obviously a long way from the school. What year and month would he run on two legs?

So the two of them ran back in despair.

After came back, the short teacher sent a cavalry student to the school stable to lead the horse. Just as he waited anxiously like ants on a hot pan, Winters and Bud returned to the North Gate.

The short instructor ignored the student who was leading the horse. He first carefully examined the cloth torn from Winters under the illumination of the Luminous Art, and then carefully checked the wound of Winters.

At this time, Winters could no longer maintain the light spell, and the intense phantom pain made him unable to concentrate, and he was forced to withdraw from the casting state.

The dagger dimmed, and the only light source in the room was the oil lamp.

"It's okay, no bones were hurt. The weapon that caused the wound was sharp, and no rags were wrapped in the wound. The incision is also flat, and it will heal quickly. If there are magic users here, there will be no scars. Stay." The short instructor made a confident judgment.

He then ordered the other practitioners: "Find some clean water, dissolve the salt, wash his wounds, and don't wrap them."

The short instructor tore a long piece of cloth from the sheets, and spun knots around Winters' neck and right hand, making a sling similar to a sling used for a broken arm.

He told Winters: "Don't move your right arm, don't touch the wound, and get better soon."

After dealing with Winters' stab wound, the short instructor brought a student and hurriedly rode to the port area to scout for the fire.

After the short teacher left, Bud quickly cleaned the wound with salt water for Winters.

But he was also in trouble. Where can he find clean water and salt at night? Thinking that only the kitchen has these two things, he also went out to the cafeteria to get salt water.

There were only Winters and the three apprentices left in the room. Winters and the apprentices were familiar faces, and so were the apprentices. The four of them stared at each other, and the duty room was filled with awkward air.

"Go to the student duty room." Winters decided to change rooms first and could not stay in the staff duty room.

"Squad leader, who is so ruthless?" A junior military student carefully observed Winters' wound and asked in horror, "Do you need a knife to steal something? Besides, what else is there to steal in the school?"

"I thought it was the guy who escaped the bed." Winters pulled the knife and groaned in pain: "In the end, he stabbed me with the knife."

"See what it looks like?"

"He's covered, he can't see it, but it must be a woman."

"Women?!" The apprentices were stunned. In the life of military cadets, apart from cooks and washerwomen, they never had the chance to meet other men of the opposite sex, let alone female thieves.

The three exchanged glances, tacitly thinking that the squad leader might be too hungry to cause hallucinations. "It's really a female thief! Damn!" Winters could see what the three brats were thinking at a glance.

The female thief was indeed a bit of a **** fantasy, but he was sure that the one who killed him with the dagger just now was definitely a woman.

He regretted mentioning the word "woman" to his juniors. Now the students' attention is no longer on the "thief", but completely attracted by the "woman".

"What was wrong just now?" Winters asked.

"No, I was on duty just now. Just the same, I didn't hear any strange noises, and I didn't see anything strange." A junior military student shook his head.

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