Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 225

   Chapter 225 Encirclement

   "Take it!"

   Winters shot Vashka, Samukin, and another veteran, Tamas, an arrow each.

  The arrow is engraved with a numerical designation.

   These three are the ten commanders he selected.

   Winters originally wanted to organize staff according to their origins, but he realized that doing so was not worth the harm.

   So he broke up all the soldiers into formation, and the old soldier served as the ten commander.

   Three other people he trusted most: Pierre stayed by his side as aide-de-camp; Anglo and Charles also stayed by his side as messengers and gendarmerie.

"The arrow is your token, and it is not allowed to be broken. If it is broken, everyone will be whipped." Winters solemnly admonished the ten commanders: "Don't go away. If one soldier goes away, the rest of the soldiers will sit together! Including you. !"

   The three newly promoted ten commanders nodded their heads.

   At this moment, Winters does not see the usual gentle expression on his face, only murderous:

   "Don't make any noise in the march! Those who make noises will be whipped! Those who disturb the enemy will be beheaded!"

   "There are enemies who break through your siege, you are not allowed to chase, just continue to surround and expel the rest of the enemies to the predetermined location."

   "Try to live! Don't die!"

After    declared discipline, Winters took out four maps, three small and one large.

  The small map was sent to the ten captains, and the big map was spread out in front of everyone.

  Winters took out three more horse head pieces, matched with the map, and proceeded to explain the marching route to the ten captains.

   Just like Lieutenant Colonel Jesska once explained the terrain to him.

  Washika, Samukin, and Tamas straightened their eyes, listened in confusion, and nodded desperately.

   Winters suddenly discovered something. He stared at the three of them and asked coldly, "You three... can you read a map?"

  Washka habitually continued to nod.

   Winters raised his leg and gave him a kick: "You're a fart! You've got the map upside down!"

  Washka didn't dare to dodge, and took a solid boot, and hurriedly turned the map back upside down.

   Seeing his partner being cleaned up, Anglo snickered while covering his mouth.

   "Brother Rhett taught you the grammar and spelling rules." Winters looked at Anglo again: "How much do you remember?"

   "Ah... ah?" Anglo stammered, "I almost forgot."

   Winters let out a groan from the deepest part of his chest. He was in pain, and the pain of Ned Smith forty years ago was transmitted to him through time and space.

   He slapped his forehead and thigh again: "After dinner, all come to me!"

   "Why...?" Pierre asked cautiously.

"Attend class!"

   At dawn, the sun is about to emerge

  Washka led his eleven soldiers to walk through the forest, and they pulled into a loose line.

   All carried pig spears and slapped tree trunks with their spears as they walked.

  The length of the pig hunting spear is less than two meters, and it does not need to be used in formation. The tip of the spear has two side prongs, which can prevent it from being too deep to be pulled out at one time.

  The wild beasts in the forest heard their noise from a distance and ran away.

   In the distance, the same slap sound could be vaguely heard.

  Winters took Pierre and the others to guard the fence, and he was so angry: "Where's Samukin's team? Where are you going to die?!"

   Pierre, Charles and Anglo didn't know either, they waited anxiously.

The organizational form of    Winters' troops is visibly degrading from [farming militia] to [fishing and hunting tribes].

   Mainly because he had nothing to eat, Ellen Mitchell helped him raise some food, but it was far from enough.

   Winters can't wait to sit and eat, his troops must also participate in production.

   And with the natural conditions of the newly cultivated land, the most immediate mode of production is "hunting and gathering".

   So it's not that Winters wants to return to the primitive society, there is really no way.

   After three months of living in Heard's ministries, he had a deeper understanding of different forms of social models.

   As a branch of the Hed tribes, the Paratus gradually chose to farm for a living. Not because farming is easy, on the contrary, farming is much more difficult than herding sheep.

   Winters can now only choose the easier path.

   It's July, midsummer, not a particularly good hunting season.

   And most of Winters' subordinates used to be farmers, and they never managed to hunt for a living.

   Fortunately, Winters and the veterans have accumulated some experience: During the Battle of the Styx, Winters led his troops to hunt the beasts in the bridge forest.

   If only the little hunter was here, he could save a lot of trouble.

   But Winters thought about it, if Bell came back, he would definitely bring the little guy back.

   He is struggling to feed forty mouths now, and the little guy's **** mouth can easily eat him bankrupt.

   He has only forty people now, so he can't do big hunting, so he will do small hunting.

   So Winters was very careful when choosing his target, targeting a small herd of horned deer in the forest northeast of Wolf Town.

  The three groups entered the forest an hour before sunrise, gathered from three directions, frightened the herd, and drove the horned deer to the location of Winters.

  The pit has been dug in advance, and it is personally occupied by the most "ruthless" caster officer of Plato.

   As long as the herd is in place, it is guaranteed to be foolproof.

   This was unexpected or something went wrong - Samukin's gang was gone.

   Winters was so angry that he didn't care about hiding, and shouted: "Anglo!"

   "Yes!" The pony replied in a conditioned reflex.

   "Go to Samukin! Tell him! Let the deer go away, and I will tie the whole team to a tree and beat him!"

   "Yes!" Anglo jumped on the horse and galloped in the direction where Samukin should appear.

  The originally peaceful forest is now a jerk.

   Regardless of deer, deer, rabbit, or fox, the wild beasts fled in panic, screaming one after another.

  Angel couldn't bear it, he suddenly thought that before humans appeared in this forest, these animals may have lived here for hundreds of thousands of years.

  Like these horned deer, they have settled here much longer than humans.

   They used to forage, court, and reproduce freely.

  But now that humans—including Anglo—are here, the deer herds are about to usher in their annihilation.

  Angelo felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

   "Is that right?" he thought.

   "Yes!" Anglo chewed on the roasted deer ribs, and there was only one thought in his mind: "It's really fragrant!"

  The soldiers ate the inferior meat of the deer, such as offal.

  Like good meat, such as deer legs and deer brisket, are used to exchange food with the villagers.

   The villagers don't want ribs. They dislike the lack of meat and make Anglo cheaper.

  Samukin's group looked at the others enviously. They only got half the meat of the other two groups, and they were all the worst meat.

  Because they failed to arrive at the scheduled location on time, nearly half-horned deer escaped from the encirclement gap.

   Samukin was also unlucky - they ran into a black bear on the way.

   So not only did they have half a portion of meat, but they also charged five whips on each person.

   A small campfire, with a pot of broth simmering, Winters and Pierre are doing their "post-war" wrap-up.

   "What about the deerskin?" Pierre took the small notebook and acted as a temporary scribe.

   In this unit, only Pierre and Winters can read and write.

   "Take it for food." Winters took a sip of venison soup.

   "Where's the corner?"

   "Let's keep it for now and see if we can take it to Gervodin to sell it."

   "What about deer blood?"

   "Feed the dog?" Winters suddenly remembered something and asked Pierre: "Didn't your dad have four of the best terriers? Where are they?"

   "I ran wild, and only occasionally came home."

   "Find a way to re-tether it, maybe it will work."

"it is good."

   Adhering to the idea of ​​not wasting anything, even the deer bone Winters has found a place:

  There is an old man in Nanxin Village who can make glue with bones. He is willing to exchange two “malt” rye for all the deer bones.

   Winters happily agreed, and so was the old man.

  Do the people of Wolf Town have food in their hands? The answer is "yes".

  The people of Wolf Town who had no food had already nailed their doors and windows and fled.

   But it can't be collected, or the cost of collection is too high.

  Winters learned a story in the history class of the military academy: During the Sovereign War, the Mad King Richard IV once ordered that farmers were strictly prohibited from feeding pigs with oats.

   Madman Richard may think that in this way, the price of oats can be stabilized, so that more food supplements can be purchased.

   But farmers still feed their pigs with oats, secretly feeding them.

   They would rather feed pigs than have grain taken away by the emperor's tax collectors.

  The history teacher believes: This incident shows that the economy of the empire at that time is on the verge of collapse, and the mad Richard is doomed to fail.

After    Winters was called by the old gods, he had another perspective on this matter - the economy of the empire did not collapse, it was the mad emperor's treasury that collapsed.

  The peasants had food, but the emperor could not levy it. The cost of compulsory collection is too high, and the gains outweigh the losses.

  Farmers hid grain under pigsties and pyre, and the expropriation team rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find them. This is the current situation of newly cultivated land.

  The peasants are not out of food, nor are they unwilling to provide food. What they want is an exchange, an equivalent exchange.

   Maybe not just farmers, but everyone—thinks Winters.

   "I remember Mrs Mitchell making sausages?" Winters asked Pierre, sipping venison soup.

  Pierre is burying his head in the bookkeeping: "Yes, my mother will do it."

"Can deer intestines be made into sausages?" Winters asked curiously. "If you can, there's a place for all those deer offal. Sausages are worth more than pure meat, right? A pound of sausage for four pounds of wheat is no problem, right? ?"

   "This...I don't know." Pierre scratched his head: "I'll go back and ask my mother."

"it is good."

   Pierre asked again: "What if there are still six deer alive?"

   "Keep it first? Can you keep it?" This is Winters' knowledge blind spot.

   "I don't know." Pierre was also stunned. He thought for a while, and then asked, "Why didn't anyone raise it before?"

Winters pondered: "The Heard people say that further west there is the Heard Savage tribe, who live by herding deer. It should be able to raise it, right? It's a pity to kill and eat meat like this after finally catching live animals. Captivity is better."

   "I find someone to try it out?"

"it is good."

  Winters was drinking the venison soup when he suddenly smelled an aroma.

   He jumped up and shouted at the other three campfires, "Who's roasting?"

   "I..." Anglo stood up in a daze, holding the roasted deer rib in his hand.

"No roasting! Cook them all for me!" Winters grieved bitterly: "A pound of meat will have seven taels left after roasting! Cook and eat, no soup, soup, or water will be wasted! I eat boiled chop suey, you Dare to be extravagant to eat barbecue! It's against you!"

  The soldiers burst into laughter.

  When Winters once again sent three arrows to the ten commander, everyone knew it was going to strike.

  Invisibly, this has become a customary rule. Before "combat", the arrows are given to the ten commanders as tokens, and the arrows are taken away after the battle is over.

   "Centurion, a group of people and a pot of people are too ugly." Wasika took the arrow and asked with a hippie smile: "Is it better to change it?"

   Winters took out the map board and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to replace?"

   "How about calling a Arrow Man?"

   Winters looked at Vashka seriously: "Arrow Man, well, that's a good name."

   "Really?" Wasika beamed with joy, a look of joy on her face.

   "It's a jerk!" Pierre gave Vasya a slap on the back of the head and suggested, "How about an arrow? A group of people and a pot of people really don't sound good."

   Winters thought about it, an arrow sounded good too, and nodded.

   "We are now raising the flag!" Seeing that the proposal was accepted, Vashka wanted to make persistent efforts: "Does it also deserve a loud name? The kind that can scare people when you hear it?"

   Everyone looked at each other, they really don't have a name at the moment.

  Strictly speaking, they are still called the "Langtun Town Militia of Xinkendi".

  Washika stretched for a while, and proudly revealed the answer: "I suggest, call it the Blood Wolf Gang! Oh, no, the Blood Wolf Army! Isn't it very powerful?"

"Blood your uncle's wolf." Winters and Da Chong were angry every day, and he kicked Vasya's **** with his boot: "You are expecting Gervodin to send troops to beat us, right? ?"

  It's okay that no one mentions this, but I get angry when I hear the nickname Winters.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Winters explained to his subordinates: "We robbed the food requisition team, and Gervoudan will not let it go. Otherwise, why would we pretend to be bandits? Now the last thing we need is a false name. The more Wodan doesn't notice us, the better. And we are the Langtun Town Militia, why should we change our name?"

  Pierre nodded thoughtfully, while the others were still a little dazed.

   "Okay, look at the map." Winters spread the map on the table and reiterated his discipline:

   "Don't make noise when marching! Violators are whipped! Those who disturb the enemy are beheaded!

  There are enemies who break through your siege, you are not allowed to chase, just continue to surround and surround the rest of the enemies. "

   To live! Don't die! "

   In the end, he warned the three ten commanders in the most severe tone: "If there are still people who are overdue this time, I will never forgive them!"

   It was the same time - dawn and the sun shone a little.

  Washka led eleven soldiers with pig spears and pulled them into a loose straight line in the forest.

   Only this time, instead of beating the trunk, they marched silently.

   went all the way to the predetermined location, and they lay in ambush.

  Washka waited patiently.

   Suddenly, the shrill sound of bugles ripped apart the night.

  The birds in the forest hurrahed into the sky, and the beasts fled in terror.

   Attack order has been issued.

   "Kill!" Vashikati spear jumped up and shouted hoarsely: "Follow me!"

  Three arrows rushed towards the bandit camp in the forest from all directions.

  Washika rushed to the front and overturned a tent with a spear.

  The three gangsters in the tent were sleepy and didn't know what happened.

  Washka raised his spear and was about to stab down, but he suddenly remembered the order of the centurion, "Live, not die."

   "You're lucky," thought Wasika.

   A group of more than 20 gangsters was captured in their sleep.

  The bandits who dared to resist were stabbed to death by spears, and the bandits who were still alive were bound and gathered together like sheep.

   Not a single bandit escaped.

   "Centurion!" Anglo excitedly reported to Winters: "This is much easier than hunting!"

   That's right, it's an invincible plus! What is archive? Something that doesn't exist!

   (A total of 4 chapters have been added, currently 3/4).

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   [Now only small hunting activities can be played, large round hunting has disappeared. We can only glimpse the appearance of large-scale hunting from historical documents. The following content is from the "Old Manchu Documents": If you see a beast coming out, don't chase it in the paddock. The beast came out of the paddock, and then chased after it to intercept and shoot it. If you enter the paddock and intercept it, the hunters will come out of their own homes and all want to shoot the beasts. Otherwise, why do they come here? Who doesn't want to hunt? If you don't do what you want, and wantonly enter the circle to intercept and shoot, then the fast horses will intercept the wild beasts and capture, while the poor horses and those who keep their peace, what else will they catch? Therefore, he was ordered to pay for it with the meat of the beast he shot. ]

   (end of this chapter)

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