Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 306

   Chapter 306 Head Cutting

   Country dirt road, a small team is struggling.

  The three carts were loaded with grain, pickaxes, shovels and other agricultural tools, and were pulled by several mules and horses.

  In addition to the cavalry leading the way wearing a uniform saber and armour, the other members of the convoy carried a variety of weapons.

   Rich men in knitted woolen cloaks carried muskets on their shoulders, poor men in burlap tunics only had axes and even clubs in their hands.

   They were ordinary civilians the day before yesterday, but today they have become soldiers, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, they are all moving in known and unknown directions.

  Fear, longing, and dazed... all kinds of emotions spread through the crowd at the same time.

   Carriage, manpower and carriages are continuously gathering from all over Zhongtiefeng County to Sanke Town, and this small caravan is one of the tributaries.

"Don't procrastinate!" The cavalry leading this convoy looked like a Dusa, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his left arm, he patrolled back and forth, urging loudly: "The slower you go! The faster you die! Speed ​​up. pace!"

The    reprimand was like an invisible whip, and the pace of the temporarily recruited militia seemed to have become faster.

   Someone in the team whispered: "It's easy to say, you ride a horse, we walk..."

   Some people couldn't help but complain: "Go, go! Just go! If I knew this, I wouldn't follow!"

   The wound on his left arm was aching, and [Turin] sighed in his heart, not listening to the complaints of the crowd.

  No one knows better than Dussack—there's nothing wrong with being a clerk. Even the most valiant warriors are unavoidable, not to mention the civilians who were temporarily conscripted.

After    was wounded in the fight with Heard barbarians, Turin was specially ordered by the Montagne Civilian to be transferred from the front line of the battle and instead perform some safer tasks, such as recruiting militiamen.

  Tulin straightened his back and looked at the horizon around him, a sense of unease always lingering in his heart.

  Tiefeng County has become a battlefield, and there is no safe place in the battlefield.

   "Will you take a break? Master sergeant!" A young farmer in the team pleaded loudly to Dussac: "After walking for a long time, I really can't walk."

   "Yes, yes." For a while, others echoed: "Just take a break."

"Take a break!" Turin widened his eyes, took out the air of a veteran, and scolded him severely: "If you take a break in this place, if you encounter a barbarian, you will all be kicked out! Who the **** wants to die, I will help him. , Don't implicate others!"

  No one spoke.

   Seeing that the team was quiet, Turin used a gentle tone to reassure everyone: "There is a military station in front of you, just walk a short distance. It is not only safe there, but also food and drink. When you get to the military station, I will let you rest enough..."

   Just as Turin was racking his brains to encourage the team, a row of birds started up behind the barren **** in the west, and the sound of drums could be vaguely heard.

  Turin looked back in horror and exclaimed in his heart, "Not good!"

  I saw hordes of riders jumping off the barren **** and charging straight towards Turin's team.

  The newly recruited militiamen were unknown, and some people thought they were their own cavalry and waved at the other side. More militiamen stood stunned, bewildered.

   "Enemy attack!" Turin roared, pulling out his sword: "Everyone come to me!"

  The militiamen realized that it was the Hart barbarian, and their cries and curses erupted.

  The crowd rushed to the ditches and woods by the roadside, and few militiamen heeded Turin's orders.

   "Sergeant!" Another cavalry rushed to Turin's side: "What should I do?"

  Tulin was furious, cursed loudly, and gave an order helplessly: "Withdraw!"

   Misfortunes do not come singly, and there are also cavalry figures on the road ahead. It seemed to be a double attack, but the sound of the cavalry's hoofs from the north was drowned out by the hooves from the west.

  Tulin and his men jumped over the ditch and galloped into the forest.

   The Hurd rider, who was ambushed on the barren slope, instantly overwhelmed the convoy, slashing and killing the Paratus who didn't have time to escape.

  Turin's forehead burst with blue veins, and his teeth rattled, but turning his head and trying desperately was nothing but death.

   At this moment, the cavalry behind Turin suddenly shouted: "No! It seems to be ours!"

  Turin stands on his horse and looks back - the second cavalry did not scatter to chase the militia, but went straight into the Heard cavalry. The sharp saber drew an arc and slashed towards the head and shoulders of Barbarian Hurd.

   The barbarian Hurd shouted in horror in an unfamiliar language, just like the Tiefeng County militia just now.

  Tulin could see it clearly, the number of cavalry on his side was far less than that of the Hurd barbarians, and they just took advantage of the raid. Once the barbarians come back to their senses, it's hard to say who wins and who loses.

   "Stop running!" Turin tried his best to stop the fleeing militiamen: "Fight back!"

   Still few people paid attention to him.

  Tulin roared angrily, wrapped the reins around his wounded left arm, stabbed the horse with the heels of his boots, and roared towards the nearest Heard barbarian.

  The cavalrymen who came to carry out the mission with Turin did not hesitate, drew their swords and spears, and followed the sergeant back to their horses to face the battle.

Not all of the    militia were just escaping for their lives, and some brave militiamen were also fighting to the death with Heard barbarians.

  Tulin stood on the pedals, slashing at the enemy like a madman, and the trajectories of the saber were crossed every two times. His steed, the ink blue and black, also bit and kicked the dwarf steeds of the Heards furiously.

  The two sides fought beside the ditch, on the edge of the woods and near the carriage. Most of the Hurds who fell off their horses were beaten to death by the militia, and gunshots sounded from time to time.

   Seeing that there were not many people on the two legs, some Turdtown riders who had escaped turned back. They dared not fight hand to hand, so they shot arrows from a distance.

From the east of the    fork, there was another roar of hoofs, this time more deafening than the previous two combined.

  Tulin could not recognize the second group of cavalry, but he would never mistake the third group of cavalry - leading the charge was a red-maned horse.

   "It's Ryrik!" Turin forced back the barbarian Hed next to him, raised his saber, and roared with a ferocious face: "It's Anglo! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

   The two sides were already fighting inextricably, and as soon as Anglo's fresh army joined the battle, the Turdun cavalry was immediately defeated.

  Angelo and Turin chased and killed them all the way, and did not return to the place where the convoy was attacked until it was dark.

  While the Turdun cavalry was routed, there was still a mess to fix.

"Let the wounded take the cart to the next depot first, where there is a doctor." As soon as he got off the saddle, Anglo immediately began to arrange the cleaning of the battlefield: "Bjorn, Leclerc, you two go into the forest and take the fleeing militiamen. found them all."

   "Company commander." The ten cavalry commander named Bjorn looked bitter: "My brothers, there are only two left who can still move."

   "Take the captured Hedma." Anglo ordered without question: "You pick someone from the militia and fill your account. Both of you!"

   "Yes!" The two ten captains did not dare to neglect, raised their hands to salute, and ran away.

   "Register the dead." Anglo looked at Turin again.

   "Yes!" Turin answered yes first, and then asked, "What about the body?"

   "Buried on the spot for now, and then reconciled later."

"Yes!"

   After solving a series of ending problems, Anglo only had a moment of breathing time.

   But another big problem awaited him—he didn't even recognize who the second cavalry was.

   The first to launch the raid were the men and horses of the Teltown Department, and the last to come to the rescue was Anglo's cavalry.

   And the second group of cavalry came out as a completely unfamiliar third party, neither wearing military uniforms nor displaying flags.

  Anglo was cleaning the battlefield, and the strange cavalry team was also taking care of its own people and treating the wounded.

   A group of cavalry of unknown origin appeared in Zhongtiefeng County, which made Anglo particularly uneasy. However, in Anglo's view, since the other party killed the Teltun people, they could be classified as friendly forces for the time being.

   The strange cavalry team assembled and rested in the open space beside the road, and did not send anyone to find Anglo. It seemed that they were waiting for Anglo to take the initiative to negotiate.

  A middle-aged man in a hunting suit came out and asked with a half-smile, "Don't you say thank you?"

   Although the middle-aged man is wearing hunting clothes, his military temperament cannot be concealed.

  Angelo gave a serious salute: "Thank you very much for your help, can you tell me the number?"

   "You don't need to ask these." The middle-aged soldier waved his hand and said bluntly: "Where is Winters Montagne, I want to see him."

  Angel raised his brows slightly, and after thinking for a while, he simply replied: "Then please follow my cavalry first, and after this patrol is over, you can see the Montagne tribune."

  It is too dangerous for a cavalry team of unknown origin to take him directly to see Brother Montagne. Anglo decided to send a messenger back to explain the situation and temporarily control the other party.

   Several attendants of the middle-aged soldier were quite unhappy, but the expression of the middle-aged soldier did not change. He took out a letter: "When you deliver the letter, by the way, give this letter to Captain Montagne."

   "Yes." Anglo took the envelope.

   "Don't waste time." The middle-aged soldier narrowed his eyes slightly: "Send now!"

  Anglo replied in a conditioned reflex: "Yes."

   At the same time, Turin also encountered a little problem.

   Several of the older squires of the militia came to Turin, and humbly petitioned him to go home.

The rusty blood splashed on the face, the dying wounded were moaning, and the mutilated corpses were scattered in the wilderness... If there was still some greed in the hearts of the militiamen before, this fight was completely frightened. . Some militiamen even ran away without coming back and became deserters.

   "No." Turin flatly refused.

"You are one of a kind warriors, we can't compare! We really don't have the ability to fight." A landowner over fifty years old begged bitterly: "Even if we get to the battlefield, we can only run! Only bad things! "

   "Yeah!" Another squire burst into tears: "Money, food, whatever you want..."

"You are all ten commanders and temporary sergeants." Turin was already a little impatient, and the fierceness of Dussac came up: "If you let you go, can the others stay? You will die if you are deserters! Who dares to die? Run, I **** hacked him with my own hands!"

   Several squires shivered with fright.

"Think about it with your ass." Turin's attitude softened a little, and he taught a cold lesson: "What kind of people are the tribunes, he doesn't know what you are? Can he expect you to fight the enemy? Really on the battlefield, you guys That is, dig trenches, build earth walls, and do some physical work! The danger on the road is because there are Hart barbarians intercepting and killing them. When the front line camp is reached, thousands of troops are protecting you, and the Hart people can kill you again? You say, don't you?"

   was both a threat and a reason, and Turin took a lot of effort to send the squires away.

The    squires returned to the expectant militia, and repeated Turin's words.

The    militiamen were utterly disappointed and desperate, some wept bitterly on the spot, and some whispered, preparing to flee overnight.

  Tulin saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, he wanted to tell Captain Anglo for the first time.

   But before he got up, Anglo came to find him first, along with a strange middle-aged soldier.

  Tulin didn't care about outsiders, and rushed to tell the story.

  Angelo's expression became serious, but the middle-aged soldier was not at all anxious.

   On the contrary, the latter thought it was very interesting, watching Anglo's reaction with great interest, making Turin unable to help but feel angry.

   "This situation." Anglo scratched his head and thought hard: "The centurion told me what to do, and he gave an example..."

  The middle-aged soldier finds it more and more interesting.

   "What did the centurion say?" Turin asked impatiently.

   "Establish credit." Anglo replied.

  The militia and cavalry were called up, and Anglo took out the announcement that read "Head Cutting Order" from his arms and read it again in public.

  The cavalry cheered and the militiamen were still a little confused.

   Speaking in public, Anglo was still a little embarrassed. He reminded kindly and shyly: "Go and cut it quickly, it will be difficult to do it when it's dark."

The members of the    cavalry team laughed and dispersed, and the militiamen looked at each other, bewildered.

   "Wow!" Turin was very anxious when he saw that no one moved. He shouted in a rough voice, waving a saber to incite the crowd: "If you don't go, the **** will **** it up!"

   Seeing that no one dared to move, Turin was so angry that he scolded swear words.

   He scolded and walked away, dragging back a corpse after a while. He gritted his teeth and cut off his head with one knife after another,

   Some militiamen vomited on the spot.

  Tulin raised his head and shouted viciously at the militia: "One moment! Don't?"

   At this moment, the militia truly understands that the order to cut the head is real. What Sergeant Turin held in his hands was not a bulging dead head, but a tract of land.

   The quick-reacting people have already run to the corpse of the Teltown man. The militiamen who vomited just now, with the food residues on the corners of their mouths still not wiped off, ran faster than anyone else.

   The middle-aged soldier couldn't laugh anymore, his expression became solemn little by little.

   The middle-aged soldier looked back at his subordinates, and saw that many of them had their throats turned, their eyes full of surprise - as well as expectations and regrets.

"Explain to your people." Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Anglo walked over to Turin and said, "Only the enemies you kill are allowed to be killed, and the heads of your own and your allies are all hanged...and a helmet is required. , hat as proof..."

   These are all written in the announcement and have just been read out. But looking at the fanaticism of the militia, Anglo regretted not reading it a few more times.

   "Yes!" Turin replied subconsciously as usual, he wanted to reconvene the crowd, but he couldn't.

Not far away, two militiamen were arguing red-faced, and a militiaman wrapped in a cashmere cloak shouted: "I killed him! I killed him with a musket! The bullet is on him! Do you have a musket?! "

Another skinny militiaman in burlap was not to be outdone: "You just knocked him off the horse! He wasn't dead when he fell off the horse! I killed him! You have so much land in your house, and you even robbed me of this one. What is the brain doing?"

   As for the heads of those Terdun people who were beaten to death indiscriminately, many people quarreled and even fought, like a **** and absurd drama.

   "The head cutting order is too simple and rude, and it needs to be carefully specified." Anglo watched the farce in front of him, and he was a little worried: "If this goes on, I'm afraid that there is still a war in front, and a fight for the head in the back."

  Tulin yelled and ran over to stop the fight: "One half! One half!"

  The originally quiet country road became as noisy as a tavern, but no one was clamoring to go home.

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   [In addition, there are two incidents recorded in the Qin Dynasty's "Containment Ceremony", one is that soldiers killed each other for the first rank, and the other is that soldiers of Qin State cut off the heads of their fallen comrades in battle for merit. ]

   [There is no perfect system, there will be various problems in the implementation of the system]

   [The first-level power system is **** and tyrannical, and has various side effects. But from another point of view, it is also the fairest, most direct, and simplest incentive.]

   [And one more thing, the beheading order is only a temporary incentive policy, and Winters has no idea of ​​​​implementing this policy all the time... After all, he is not a real Khorne God's Choice champion...]

   (end of this chapter)

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