Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 283

   Chapter 283 Confrontation

   The eve of a storm is not always peaceful.

  The arrival of the cyan ponytail is like the sound of a war drum, and the dormant Teltown people acted.

  The clatter of people on the west bank, the thumping of hammers, and the turning of wheels can be heard all night from the outposts on the embankment.

   At the same time, Turdun lightly rode out, sweeping the river bank inch by inch.

  The lurking post on the opposite bank by Winters was either forced to evacuate, or unfortunately sacrificed.

  A flexible, invisible, yet airtight net opens up on the west bank of the Big Horn River, cutting off all the sight of the outside world.

   It is obvious that the Terdun people are rushing to make river crossings, maybe sheepskin rafts, maybe pontoon bridges, maybe even warships.

  No one knows exactly what the Terdon Ministry is building, but one thing is clear - the fire roaster is going to the other side, and he doesn't care that people on the other side know about it.

  The soldiers and civilians of Tiefeng County are also preparing for the battle day and night.

  The reeds, shrubs, and woods adjacent to the water were all cut down and burned, and watch towers and piers were erected from the ground to strictly control every foot of the river, not giving the enemy any chance to cross the river without a trace.

   The situation is like two beasts confronting each other, without growling or barking their teeth, because they know each other well - the other side cannot be intimidated.

   Therefore, the two beasts took on a real fighting posture: their bodies were low, their muscles were tense, they stared at the enemy, silently accumulating strength.

   Quietly, the atmosphere became solemn. Not even the veterans started to get nervous, let alone the common people.

  If there is anyone else who can eat well and sleep soundly, it seems that only Winters Montagne.

  At least among the haggard-faced, weary-looking Oxhoof Valley representatives, Winters was the only one with a smile on his face.

   "Gentlemen." Winters said straight to the point: "You are all respectable gentlemen in this town, and the real head of the Oxhoof Valley. In the face of the enemy, I have called you here for one thing."

   Hearing this, some represented the face as earthy, some represented dull eyes, and some represented numbness.

   What else could happen? It's nothing more than a tax increase.

  The town hall was so quiet that you could hear the pulse beat, and everyone was waiting for their boots to fall.

  Winters paused for a moment, looked around the crowd, and spit out one word clearly: "Toilet."

   Half of the people in the hall thought they had heard it wrong.

   The other half moved their buttocks uneasily, thinking that the Tribunal was going to add a new tax—the toilet tax.

   "Starting early this morning, Niu Hoof Valley is officially under military control." Winters and Yan Yuese explained to the delegates: "The military control requires military law. Military law, it is strictly forbidden to defecate and dump feces and urine anywhere."

He admonished: "I saw someone put two wooden boards on the window sill and squatted directly on top of it. This kind of behavior will be banned from now on. Violators will be fined, whipped, and hard labor. I hope you can lead by example and convey the message seriously. Do you understand? "

The    ad hoc meeting just said this, and it ended soon.

   The public opinion representatives walked out of the town hall in a daze, and stood on the street looking at me, I looked at you, and no one could speak.

   Even if the tribune of Montagne had ordered the tax to be extended thirty years later, they would not have been so astonished.

  However, the gentry could not have imagined that the tribunal solemnly summoned them for the purpose of "digging toilets".

"This, this..." A tall and thin public opinion representative blushed and complained in a low voice: "What is this? The barbarians are just across the river, don't want to fight, teach us to dig toilets? How can you look like a general! This can also be done! War? I see, the Ox-hoof Valley will be over sooner or later! Let's find a way to get to Revodan."

   Another pudgy public opinion representative disagreed: "What do you know? Fearless in the face of danger and commanding a firm command, this is the demeanor of a famous general. I think this blood wolf has real skills and deserves his reputation."

   "I don't understand, you understand?" The tall and thin representative asked in dissatisfaction.

   "I really understand." The chubby representative said proudly: "I think back then, I was also a personal servant of General Yanosh. If it wasn't for an arrow in the arm, maybe I too..."

   "What kind of **** to follow! If you get the chance, you will blow it." The tall and thin representative pierced the other side mercilessly, and he mocked: "It's just a servant! If you were a follower of General Yanos, you would still be here?"

"Then don't worry about it, you know better than you anyway." The short and fat representative blushed for a while, and stood in front of the tall and thin person: "I tell you! Check to see if the people have enough to eat. As you said, General Janosh won't fight?"

   Tall and thin people and short and fat people have always been at odds, and they would quarrel whenever they had the chance, and occasionally they would be serious.

A veteran public opinion representative next to them pulled the two away, and said softly and muddy: "Everything is right, what you said is right. Your Excellency Baominguan is also right, there used to be less than 300 people in Niu Hoof Valley, now what? Thousands of people! If there is a plague, none of us can escape. Your Excellency asks you to dig a toilet, so let's dig it. The toilet can still be piled with nitrate, isn't it good?"

"You love to dig, you dig! He wants to separate men from women!" The tall and thin man shouted in anger, "My family lives well, why do we need to separate? He also wants to give my house to others. Live? Why?"

   "Keep your voice down! You don't want your life?" The representative of Lao Cheng quickly stopped the other party: "If someone hears you say this to me, I will be implicated. If you don't want your life, we want it!"

   The chunky representative said bitterly: "Don't stop him, don't persuade him. Just let him fight against the blood wolf, and see if the blood wolf can deal with him!"

   After saying that, the short and fat representative left with a flick of his hand.

   "What are you doing?" The tall and thin representative was suddenly a little scared - afraid that the other party was going to sue.

   "Dig the toilet!" Chunky means to leave without looking back.

   The other representatives felt bored and dispersed.

   Samukin, who came to see Winters, happened to witness this little farce.

  Samukin didn't say anything, just remembered the faces of a few people. He got off the saddle and rushed into the town hall.

   Seeing Samu Jinhuo's fiery appearance, Winters said with a smile: "What? The monkey's **** face can't hold back his breath, and he wants to start a fight?"

   Samukin Lizheng replied: "I have a boy under my command who is scouting across the river and just came back."

   "Crossing the river for reconnaissance?" A line appeared on Winters' eyebrows: "When did the Volunteer Brigade have the task of crossing the river for reconnaissance?"

  Reconnaissance itself is not an easy job. Going to reconnaissance in the enemy's control area is not the most reliable and capable person.

   Therefore, as long as you take one wrong step, grabbing your tongue will turn into sending your tongue, and reconnaissance of the enemy will also turn into sending information to the enemy.

"He... he went by himself." Samukin's face was full of helplessness: "That boy, sigh, he is very clever and strong in water. He first got a Hurd robe and put it in a basket and floated it to the other side, and then people River snorkeled."

   Winters sighed heavily: "Just come back and bring him to see me."

   "That boy." Samukin lowered his head, pinched his hat and said, "he was seriously injured, and he was dying. He couldn't even speak. He kept repeating 'wood' and 'wood'."

   "Are you still alive?" Winters propped up on the table and stood up at once.

   "One breath left."

   "Take me to see him." Winters ignored the stiffness of his left leg and strode out the door: "Charle!"

   "I'm here!" Ciel, who was brushing horses, hurried over.

   "Go to Kaman!"

   is a boy who crosses the river for reconnaissance without permission.

  The boy has big eyes, big ears, big head, and a small scar on the tip of his nose.

  Look at the appearance...it's less than fifteen.

   But Samukin said that this "boy" was actually over seventeen years old, but he was thin and thin because he couldn't eat enough in the past.

   Looking at the calluses on his hands, he knew that he was already a qualified man.

   Now, his life may stop at seventeen years old forever.

  Because he was hit by three arrows, one to his left arm and one to his left leg, all of them were penetrating injuries.

The two arrows    left arm and left leg are not the most deadly, the most deadly is the third arrow that enters from the back and exits from the front belly.

   The dying young man, his lips are still opening and closing in a very small range.

   Only when you get close enough, you can barely hear the word "wood".

   Winters, Kaman, the wounded, there is no fourth person in the room.

   An unprecedented quarrel has just broken out between Winters and Kaman - because the latter disagrees with the use of magic.

   "Listen to me, it's not that I don't want to help." After the quarrel, although Kaman's face was ugly, he patiently explained to Winters: "Divine magic... magic can't do everything..."

   Winters suppressed his anger: "Isn't God omnipotent?"

   "Of course the Lord is omnipotent and omnipotent!" Kaman was also angry: "But I have limitations!"

"I'm not asking you to bring the dead back to life! He's still alive! He's not dead! He's still alive!" Winters gritted his teeth and even begged in a low voice: "I beg you, I beg you! I just beg you to mend His wounds, like you did to Andre! I beg you! I beg you!"

  Kaman hesitated and struggled, staring at Winters' eyes, trying to find out Winters' intention to steal the secret of magic.

   But he found nothing, and was even more convinced that Winters was trying to save the little boy from the bottom of his heart.

  Kaman struggled, struggled, struggled repeatedly, and uttered the words with extreme difficulty: "Cellini didn't hurt his internal organs!"

   "Why can't the viscera?!" Winters yelled.

Kaman's emotions were also on the verge of losing control, and he roared back as if to vent: "No, no! The internal organs are no good! Cellini stopped the bleeding in time, this child has already lost too much blood! Forcibly use magic, he may die directly! Understand? Do you understand!!"

   Winters was still three-pointed sober, and he also realized that his actions at the moment were equivalent to taking the opportunity to spy on the mysteries of magic.

   "I don't ask! I don't ask anything! I don't look, I don't listen!" Winters held Kaman's arm tightly: "You just save him, you just save him! Can't you?"

  Kaman did not speak.

   "I know, I know it's unfair to you! It's unfair, the most unfair unfair! But now only you can save him! He's also a believer! He's also your lamb!"

  Kaman calmed down and said coldly, "Just think I don't want to save you!"

   "You may die with magic, but you will die without magic!" Winters tried his best to suppress his emotions and maintain his rationality: "You have to try!"

"Even if he doesn't die on the spot, he will die in the next few days." Kaman pulled out his arm, his eyes stern: "If you really care about him, you should let me prepare deathbed confession for him. Instead of letting me continue him Let him struggle in pain for several days and then be blessed by the Lord!"

   "What do you mean?" Winters seemed betrayed.

   "You know what I mean."

   "You think I asked you to save him because of the information in his head?" Winters' shoulders and fingertips were shaking: "Do you think so?"

   "How you think, only you know." Kaman hardened his heart, holding the holy emblem, avoiding Winters' sight.

   "The arrow in the thigh is enough for him to lose his ability to move! The arrow in the stomach can kill him directly!" Winters' emotions erupted like a torrent, and he shouted in grief and indignation:

"Even so, he struggled to swim across the Dajiao River! The Dajiao River that can freeze people to death! Why don't you understand? He wants to live! Even if it's painful, he wants to live! It's not that I want him to suffer, But he wants to live! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he wants to live! Why don't you understand!"

  Kaman turned his back to Winters, unable to see his expression.

  The gold chain with the holy emblem created a deep ravine in the back of Kaman's neck. In the end, the gold chain couldn't bear it and was torn off abruptly.

  Kaman turned sharply, rounded his arms, and gave Winters a hard right uppercut.

   At the moment when the fist smashed over, Winters subconsciously entered the casting state, but he suppressed his counterattack and defensive instincts, clenched his teeth, and took the punch abruptly.

  Winters was staggered. He slowly regained his balance, moved his jaw, and asked, "Do you want to fight again? I can let you punch again."

  Kaman propped his knees, panting heavily, but he still didn't throw a second punch in the end. He walked to the bed, put down the holy emblem, and solemnly cleaned his hands.

   Winters consciously avoided.

  The commander and soldiers outside heard the two people in the room arguing fiercely, and they had already consciously avoided to a farther place.

  So there is only Winters left outside the door.

   Winters sat silently outside the door, holding his chin. The pain gradually subsided, and there was a slight swelling.

  Samkin heard the quarrel subsided, and saw Winters go out again, so he walked over cautiously.

  Seeing Winters' swollen left cheek, Samukin was shocked: "Why...he...Kaman...Father Kaman beat you?"

   "Come here." Winters greeted Samukin.

  Samukin did not suspect him, so he obediently walked over to Winters and ate a boot.

   "Beat me?" Winters was so angry that he began to laugh: "Come on, explain to me, what does it mean to beat me!"

   "Then what did you do...?" Samukin was completely confused.

   Winters thought for a while and replied, "Father Kaman's quid pro quo for saving me is that I'll punch him in return."

   Is there such an exchange? Samukin didn't believe it, but he nodded vigorously: "It turns out that this is the case, my subordinates understand."

  Winters supported his cheeks and moved his jaw slowly: "I hope this kid can hold on, don't let me take this punch in vain."

  Samukin stood up straight, put away his expression, and saluted solemnly: "Centurion, I thank you for that kid."

   Winters returned the salute and said disinterestedly, "It's quite a good deal to exchange a punch for a chance to live."

   "I can punch you, so does Father Kaman..." Samukin thought for a long time, and finally came up with a word: "It's worth remembering for a lifetime."

   "If he can save a life, it will be worth remembering for a lifetime."

"Don't worry, Centurion." Samukin said with a vow: "This boy has a great life, and he can escape from death every time. He is very tenacious, as tenacious as a poplar and willow tree. It can sprout. Basket weaving is also a good hand."

"what is his name."

   "Call Claude."

While talking, Kaman pushed open the door and walked out of the room. He looked at Winters coldly: "I repaired his internal organs, and treated the wounds on his left arm and left leg. There is a small opening in the abdominal cavity, which can drain pus. Blood."

   "Repairing organs?" Samukin exclaimed with his eyes wide open. But immediately he was silenced by Winters' eyes.

   "Thank you," Winters said to Carman.

"Don't thank me. He was very lucky and didn't die on the spot. Even so, I just barely continued his life. Death will only come later, and he will suffer unimaginable torture before he is blessed by the Lord." Kaman stared at To Winters: "I hope you don't regret it."

   "I don't regret it." Winters looked at each other calmly: "You don't have to regret it either."

  Kaman left with a blank expression. He underestimated the vitality and desire for survival of this young man named "Claude".

   That night, in the past four hours, Claude regained consciousness from the coma.

   "Wood." Claude was so angry: "The barbarian is collecting the wood that has been burned, and he is still dragging it back from farther."

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