Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 331

   Chapter 331 The Reformation

   Gervodin, the stables of the officers' quarters.

   "I'm a little confused." Andre hung up the brush, leaned on the stable fence and asked Winters: "Who is that old man? What order?"

   "Kaman didn't say it clearly, but I feel that the old man should be some kind of long-term spy."

   Winters shoveled the dung of the two ponies with a shovel. Despite the pony's size, it was a dung machine that should not be underestimated, making Winters sweaty.

   "Long term? How long?"

"Kaman accidentally said that the old man was about the same age as you and me when he entered the wasteland, that is, in his early twenties, and Plato was still a principality." Winters wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve: "Let's talk about thirty or forty years. ."

   "Thirty or forty years?" Andre laughed dumbly: "What secret is worth lurking for thirty or forty years? Staying in the wasteland for thirty or forty years? Wouldn't that make him a complete Hurd?"

   "What else can there be? The secret of the Hed shaman! In my opinion, the priest has been lurking for a long time, and the old man may have the idea of ​​becoming a Hed shaman."

   "Are Shaman Hed an outsider can be?"

   "You also said that after staying in the wasteland for thirty or forty years, do you say he is an Imperial or a Hurd?"

   "Leave the church affairs aside, I have more important things." Mason came over with two bundles of straw and asked angrily, "When did I become the head of the horse farm again?"

  Andre's attention is easily distracted: "Aren't you in charge of the horse farm anyway?"

"Different!"

  Bud was coordinating the return of refugees in Lower Iron Peak County. Don Juan, who was very happy, followed Antonio back to Veneta, and Lieutenant Colonel Moritz slept most of the time.

   The extremely flat military resolutions have actually been paralyzed, and the administrative system of Tiefeng County has completely degenerated into a model of "everyone is responsible for one's own affairs".

   On a cold day, Winters and Andre really didn't want to make a trip to the garrison just to use the conference room. The two of them tacitly blocked Mason Senior Quandang at the stable every morning for a meeting—by the way, brushing the horses.

  By the way, because Senior Mason is diligently handling major and small matters, Winters doesn't even sit in shifts on weekdays, making him the number one absentee in the Tiefeng County military.

"Actually, if you came to ask us, you already explained your thoughts." Andre said carelessly: "Do you still need to think about this? The Catholic Church wants to take the spies back, so give them back, it's no use. A lot of money, okay?"

"That's the truth." Winters pushed the cart full of horse manure out of the stable, looking distressed: "But I can't bear it. Priest, living Priest! If I wasn't really embarrassed to speak, I would like to ask the old man, 'Then...excuse me...are you willing to donate your body after receiving the Lord's grace?'"

   "Then keep it." Andre slapped the fence: "No matter how powerful the Catholic Church is, it is still in the Empire, and there are oath-breakers who support them. In the Alliance, they can't overturn the sky."

Mason stuck his head out: "That's not the case. Palatu is not Veneta, nor is it a province. Most Palatu people are Catholic believers, especially those born and raised. The Catholic Church is in Palato. The influence is very deep, and a word from many local priests is more effective than the mayor's order."

  Andre snorted, turned his head and asked Winters: "Do you really want to save that old man?"

Winters considered it again and again, and drew a line: "If conditions permit, I want to protect Brother Saul as much as possible. But it is difficult, the Catholic Church cannot tolerate a priest defecting - not to mention that the old man did not defect at all. idea."

   "I have an idea." Andre squinted his eyes, and showed the fierce look that Winters was familiar with: "It can save the old man, and also prevent the Catholic Church from causing trouble for us in the future."

   Winters covered his face: "Don't, don't say anything."

"Give a fire to the Cathedral of Gervodin. It's winter anyway, so it's normal to catch fire." Andre gritted his teeth: "The old man has been saved, the insiders are all killed, maybe they can get the money. "

   Mason looked at Winters, and Winters looked at Mason.

Andrei is still continuing to improve the plan: "...It's better to leave a few alive first, and check to see if they have already sent the news. If it has been sent, they have to send someone to kill the messenger too. …”

   "Is he apostate?" Mason asked suspiciously.

"I do not know either."

Andre knocked on the last nail: "If you want to start, it's best to block the iron peak county and Gervodin Cathedral as soon as possible. No, you can put it on the cathedral side, so as not to disturb the snakes. But those who go out of the city and out of the county Roads are going to be blocked now, the sooner the better."

  Mason listened to all the plans, walked over to Andre and Winters, and looked at Winters deeply: "In a way... Maybe it's a good plan. What do you think?"

"Kaman didn't come to me directly, so it was too late when I got the news." Winters did not directly deny Andre, but analyzed the flaws of the plan: "I estimate that the letter from the Church of Gervoudan has been sent to Feng In the hands of the Bishop of Shicheng. We can't kill all the Diocese of Maplestone City."

  Andre grinned: "Why not?"

   "According to this logic." Winters sighed: "It has to be killed all the way to the Pope."

   "Then what should we do?" Andre smacked his lips: "Fake death? Get the corpse of a death row prisoner for Edmond?"

   "He came to me yesterday to ask for someone, and he died today." Winters said helplessly: "It's too coincidental."

"Then there's nothing I can do." Andre spread his hands, walked into the pony's stable, and patted the pony's chubby belly: "Hey, these bald guys are quite good at raising horses, you'll be using them recently. The two ponies?"

   "No. Anna can ride a horse, and Catherine said she would rather die than ride these two dwarfs." Winters asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

  Andre was very happy: "Then lend me a few days."

   "Yes, but didn't you say you don't ride a pony?"

"I don't ride." Andre said, his body was already on the back of the pony: "But the cavalry team recruited a new batch of novice, just let them ride the pony first to practice... Well, very stable ."

   Mason also came over: "Is there nothing he can do about what Father Kaman found?"

"He has a solution, but he doesn't tell me, just ask me to buy him some time." Winters sighed again: "I thought about it, Kaman's solution is nothing more than sending people away and hiding. He also How can it be?"

   Mason was silent for a moment, then slowly leaned forward to approach Winters, and asked thoughtfully, "You said...Will the Magic Warfare Bureau be interested in a living, accessible priest...?"

   Tiefeng County, Manyun Valley.

The    alarm bell sounded fast and urgent, and the bell ringer saw a large cloud of smoke rising from the west, and an unidentified huge horse team was approaching.

   The shadows brought by the barbarians of Hurd have not yet dissipated, and the town is facing a formidable enemy. The tense-faced man raised his weapon and ran to the fence, while the woman with the child hid in the basement and church.

   It was not until several light cavalrymen came to report with green flags that the residents of Manyun Valley mentioned their hearts.

The    cavalry team came from Gervoudan. According to what the messengers reported, they came to build a bridge for Manyungu.

  Since the Manyun Bridge was demolished by the blood wolf, the only way to communicate between the two sides of the Strait is by boating, which is very inconvenient.

   Knowing that the people who came to build a bridge for Manyungu, the mayor was extremely enthusiastic. He not only expressed his willingness to provide manpower, but also took the initiative to provide accommodation for the cavalry team.

   "That?" [Tamas], the nominal leader of the cavalry team, looked behind him inquiringly.

  The man standing behind Tamas was wearing a mask and his voice was impatient: "You are the commissioned commander, what do you see me doing?"

   "That's it." Tamas made up his mind and replied to the mayor: "Thank you for eating and drinking, the accommodation is enough, we will camp outside the town."

   The mayor hurriedly said good things, and he breathed a sigh of relief—letting a group of big-headed soldiers enter the town, there might be a lot of trouble.

   The tense heartstrings loosened a little, and the mayor couldn't help but feel a little proud of his wrist that used retreat as advance. After all, if a soldier really wanted to enter Manyun Valley, he couldn't stop him, so he might as well just sell his favor.

   The man in the mask seemed to see through the mayor's thoughts, and snorted coldly.

   "That's right, Mr. Mayor." Tamas stopped the Mayor of Manyun Valley who was leaving: "Your Excellency Montagne asked me to bring you a few messages."

   The mayor's heart was raised again, he thought about it for a while, and the image of a "blue horse" in his memory corresponded to this name.

"The tribunal asked me to tell you that the circuit court has been restored, and the Manyun Valley is scheduled for the second week of next month. As for the bridge, use the pontoon bridge to make do with it for a while. He promised to give the Manyungu people a 'better and stronger one'. , a more beautiful bridge, he will not break his promise, please rest assured, and please tell the townspeople."

   The mayor was startled and nodded.

  After the Mayor of Manyungu left, Captain Morrow, who was wearing a mask, said, "He was bullying you, didn't you see it?"

   "Maybe." Tamas replied, "It doesn't matter."

The    order was quickly passed on, and the cavalry turned to the northeast, and camped on a flat clearing by the river outside the town.

   "Why?" The monkey was simply unhappy. He knocked on the tent nails and hummed: "There is a house, so why do we have to set up a tent in the field?"

[Lu Xirong] - Monkey's current ten commander, and Monkey's sergeant when he was in the militia - when he saw Monkey's grumbling, he got angry, and he raised his leg and kicked Monkey: "You talk too much! Company commander. They all live in tents, what's wrong with letting you live in tents? Sergeant Bunnier didn't complain, what are you babbling about?"

  The monkey was kicked, but he was not angry at all. He rubbed his butt, smiled and leaned over to Roussillon: "Sergeant?"

   "I am now a ten commander, not a sergeant." Roussillon blackened his face and smashed the tent nails with stones.

   "Hi, sooner or later."

"Leave far away."

   "I have something to ask..."

   "Go fart."

  Monkey asked awkwardly: "When will our new recruits be granted land? When will we be given land?"

  Roussillon put down the stone, turned around and stared at the monkey: "Why are you asking this?"

"Isn't this itchy?" Monkey sighed: "Don't talk about land, I didn't even have new clothes since I was a child. When I think of granting land, my heart is like a cat scratching. With land, maybe I can marry. Wife. Well, I haven't touched a girl yet."

Lu Xirong hated the iron and taught him a lesson: "You don't have a head skill, why are you in a hurry? Look at your fellow, they picked three heads and a green feather! He's not in a hurry, What are you in a hurry for?"

  Monkey still smiled and said, "You are in a hurry. If I have three head skills, I will not be in a hurry."

   Knowing that the unremarkable little man in front of him was the famous Sergeant Bunnier, the monkey immediately agreed to be a soldier.

   Doug was already packing his bags, and when he saw his partner decided to join the army, he stayed silently.

   As soon as they moved into the camp, the two were separated.

  Monkey was assigned to Roussillon's 10-man team, and Doug was picked up by Sergeant Peter Bunir and is now serving as a messenger for the acting battalion commander.

   Lu Xirong ignored the monkey and turned around to hammer the nails. The monkey also smelled that the ten commander was not very happy, and consciously shut up and went back to work.

   Soon, the tent for the six-person camp was set up, and everyone put on iron pots and got some hot food before dark.

When    was drinking soup around the fire, Lu Xirong finally said: "I guess, the treatment of your new recruits will not follow us."

   "What? Why?" The monkey became anxious when he heard it.

   "What was the situation then? What is the situation now? It's different."

   If he was a stupid guy, he would definitely chase after Roussillon and continue to ask. However, the monkey's brain was bright, and he immediately figured out the joints,

   The Tiefeng County army can be roughly divided into three layers at present, and the top layer is the blood wolf's oldest subordinate. It's easy to tell them apart, because only they call the Blood Wolf "Centurion", and only they can use that title.

Many of the    veterans who remain in the army have become company commanders, such as Tamas and Bart Shalling. Those who retired due to injury were mostly transferred to work under the tribal officer of Bard.

  The middle class is the team of Lu Xirong's "first army building". Most of them are in the ten commander and sergeant class, and the fields under their names are small enough to be small landlords, but they have not yet been realized.

  The third floor is the prisoners who were forcibly incorporated when the three centenaries were expanded into infantry regiments.

  In the beginning, they were unwilling, reluctant, and half-hearted to become the soldiers of the blood wolf, and now they are the backbone of the army.

   Among them, the one with the most outstanding military exploits is Sergeant Peter Qianmu Bunir. There is no military exploits, as long as he is still alive, he also has the most basic three hundred acres of land grant laws under his name.

   As for the newly recruited soldiers like Monkey and Doug, they are not even qualified to be included in this three-level pyramid.

  Lu Xirong said that the situation is different, referring to the fact that it was difficult for the blood wolf to recruit troops before, and it was impossible to keep people without coaxing and deceiting people with generous rewards.

now what? The fact that there are 300 acres in the army has spread throughout Tiefeng County, making many people jealous.

   The **** battle that took place in the valley was a lingering nightmare for many survivors, but there were also many who wanted to grit their teeth.

  It is easier to recruit troops, and the conditions will naturally not be so generous.

   Even if he figured it out, the monkey was still very unwilling, but he had no choice but to let out a sigh.

   "You don't have to worry." Roussillon glanced at the monkey: "The blood wolf will never treat his people badly."

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