Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 345

   Chapter 345 Records that do not exist

   Republic of Palato

   Jiangbei Province

   Somewhere patrol cavalry squadron

  Captain Lorenzo, the commander of the cavalry squadron, rubbed his thumb on the pass as he quietly examined the squiggly signature in the middle of the parchment, trying to find anything wrong.

The    swash signature is brief—[Arpad Duyoom].

   The officer who provided the pass called himself "Lieutenant Colonel Elek" and was sitting on the other side of the desk at the moment.

  Although he still kept a polite smile, judging from the movements of his fingertips and legs, he was already impatient.

   "Not like a fake," thought Captain Lorenzo. He had seen General Arpad's signature because on his commission - there was an identical one.

   But the paint seal—Captain Lorenzo couldn't help touching it—he had never seen the real one, so he couldn't tell the fake one.

  Captain Lorenzo stole a glance at the colonel, then quickly turned his gaze back to the pass, and asked respectfully, "You... are you going to cross the boundary river? Sir."

   "Yes." The lieutenant colonel replied politely but coldly.

   The attitude of the other party made Captain Lorenzo feel a little unhappy.

   "Huh, people are real too." He tried to maintain a smile, while thinking angrily: "It's impossible for a fake to be so annoying."

A small addition is needed here: Lieutenant [Lorenzo Dan], the current Army officer of the Third Republic, was just an ordinary citizen half a year ago, and he is one of a large number of junior officers who were commissioned in the last wave of recruitment. .

The specific process is also very simple: his old father generously donated two hundred horses and a considerable amount of cash to the military government; Laurenzo Dan has transformed himself from the young son of the manor's cock-fighting lackey to a real man. army captain.

   However, fate is not always satisfactory.

  Although he received a commission signed by Arpad Duyoom himself, when Lorenzo Dan really entered the army, he found that he was still inferior and excluded everywhere.

  Academy-born officers despised their new colleagues, and even bothered to hide their contempt.

  When the new officers stepped into the officers' club in Fort Oak Forest excitedly and nervously, the old officers moved out without saying a word, and turned around to set up a new club—entering with the Luyuan graduate ring.

   After encountering similar things a few times, just facing the "ceremonial smile" of the orthodox officer, Lorenzo Dan will feel a sense of humiliation in his heart.

   So, seeing the familiar smile on the other side's face, Captain Lorenzo confirmed that the officer in front of him was undoubtedly a rooster—a nickname given to officers from academies by new recruits.

   The young squire standing behind the colonel must also be a rooster. Although he was not wearing a military uniform, Lorenzo could smell it.

   "You look younger than me, so I'm afraid the hair hasn't grown up yet." Lorenzo thought a little jealously. He was still looking at the young attendant, but the other party took the initiative to speak.

   "Excuse me." The young attendant asked politely, "Any questions?"

  Lorenzo was a little flustered. Although there were all kinds of dissatisfaction in his heart, he tried his best not to show it: "Well..."

What's the problem?

   A caravan that wants to go to the Hurd territory is a problem in itself!

  Although the Republic of Palatu has actually split, both the Red Rose and the Blue Rose have all inherited the First Republic's policy towards the Heard tribes.

The    blockade order is still in effect, and smuggling is still a felony that began with hanging.

  According to the law, Captain Lorenzo should take the next two immediately. If there is resistance, shoot to kill.

   But...even in the worst of the blockade, even in the days when there was only one republic on this land, the caravans that traveled between the Palatine and the Heard tribes never really disappeared.

   The more the blockade, the more oil and water smuggled; the more the embargo, the greater the profit of trade.

   Holding a pass signed by some big man can travel unimpeded at the border - this is a tacit secret within the Palatine military and political system.

  Lorenzo Dan is still young, but he has long learned the rules of the game from his elders.

   "Excuse me, are there any more questions?" the young attendant asked again patiently.

   The officer who claimed to be Lieutenant Colonel Elek had a natural demeanor and let his squire speak for him.

   "That..." Captain Lorenzo swallowed and asked a question that didn't hurt or itch: "How come there are injured people in the convoy? There seem to be disabled people?"

   The young attendant thought for a while and replied, "I met some gangsters on the way."

   "Oh, no wonder, no wonder." Captain Lorenzo looked concerned: "There is a good doctor in the nearby town, and I will send someone to invite him."

   The young squire frowned slightly, and then stretched out again: "Thank you for your kindness, the wounded has been properly treated."

  Lorenzo tore off a piece of paper and asked earnestly as he wrote, "What about the medicines? Are there enough medicines?"

   The young attendant and the school officer looked at each other, the school officer smiled and nodded.

  The young attendant nodded lightly: "Thank you, enough."

  Lorenzo handed back the newly written note and pass to the other party, patted his chest and promised: "There are also gangs of bandits on the other side of the boundary river. If the two of you need it, I can send some people to **** you and ensure the safety of the convoy."

  The young squire glanced at the note, it turned out that Lorenzo had written another pass in his name.

   "The people below may not recognize General Arpad's pass." Lorenzo explained enthusiastically: "So I also wrote a note, and the two also took it with me to avoid mistakes."

   The young attendant smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

   "Small things, small things." Captain Lorenzo got up to see off the guest, and at the same time called the sergeant to gather his people.

   "The **** won't bother you." The young attendant politely but firmly refused.

   Seeing that the other party was not being polite, Lorenzo immediately called back the sergeant.

   He insisted on escorting the two guests out of the station in person, reassuringly that he would be able to help with any needs along the way.

   The young squire politely declined, but the schoolmaster ignored Laurenzo at all.

  The colonel and the young squire had already walked out of the cavalry patrol station, and they saw Lorenzo striding out again.

   "Are you two going to cross the river in Matoupo Town?" Lorenzo asked breathlessly.

  The young squire, who was already saddled, heard this and dismounted: "Yes,

  Lorenzo slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Ma Taupo Town cannot go! The town is destroyed, and the bridge is gone. Now, if you want to cross the Boundary River, you have to go through Sword Sheath Bay."

   Hearing that Matoupo Town had been destroyed by war, the young servant was silent for a moment. After a while, he thanked Lorenzo and extended his hand: "Captain Lorenzo, I hope we can meet again one day."

  Lorenzo held the other person's arm with a smile on his face: "Of course, I'll see you again... When I get back to Fort Oakwood, if I have a chance, please help me with a few good words..."

  Lorenzo stood guard outside the gate of the station, watching the two guests enthusiastically.

   It wasn't until the other person's figure disappeared from view that his cheeks, which had become stiff and sore from laughing too much, for too long, slackened.

   "[Vulgar language intensifies tone]! Cock!" Lorenzo spat and turned away angrily.

   Republic of Palato

   Jiangbei Province

  Scabbard Bay Ferry

  Two cables traverse the Jiehe River, and only one raft can be used to travel between them.

   It took a whole day for the caravan's people, chariots and horses to move from the east to the west.

   "I'll send you here." Lieutenant Colonel Elek said goodbye to his junior with a bit of sadness: "Go ahead, I can't help you."

   Winters was also a little reluctant, but he cheered up and joked: "Do you want to say goodbye to Lieutenant Colonel Jessica?"

Lieutenant Colonel Elek waved the whip in a vain manner: "Forget it, I'm tired of seeing his face, and I'm afraid he'll be even more angry when he sees me... It's enough for you to take good care of him. Also, you can get out of the Jiehe River. It is the territory of Barbarian Hurd, are you sure you can go back safely?"

"Don't worry, just go back the same way." Winters took the initiative to extend his hand - holding hands and arms is a more intimate, equal and even sacred etiquette than a military salute or hat-off - he said goodbye with a cheerful smile: "Then, hopefully we'll meet again, Lieutenant Colonel Elek."

   Lieutenant Colonel Elek also held Winters' palm tightly, but he was angry and smiled: "Don't! I hope I will never see you again in this life!"

   It took Winters less than seven days to find Pierre; but it took Winters more than a month to bring his subordinates out of Jiangbei Province.

   On the last day of the first month of the imperial calendar year 560.

   Winters Montagne once again crossed the border river.

   Wasteland

  According to the agreement between the three major ministries of Hurd and the Republic of Palatu, the area of ​​about 100 kilometers between the two parties should be regarded as no-man's land.

   However, when the Paratus suffered a crushing defeat in the battle against the Chihe Department, the agreement of "no sheep and no farming" immediately lost its coercive force.

   Since the beginning of autumn, many small tribes have gradually moved into the no-man's land. They ranged from dozens of households to as few as a dozen households. They did not interfere with each other, and each went to the previously discovered winter pasture.

   There is such a tribe, this tribe has more than 60 households, neither big nor small. The tribal leader was named Fei Yu and belonged to the Shishan clan.

  Feiyu is the eldest son. According to the rules of the Hurd people, when he became an adult, he got a share of cattle, sheep and felt tents from his father, and he lived alone in a family.

  Because Feiyu is good at archery, and the division of meat and judgment is fair, friends and shepherds naturally gathered around him, and eventually formed a small tribe.

  Feiyu is independent, so the Hed people of other tribes call his small group of people "Flying Feather".

  The wintering grassland selected by the Feather Department is about 60 kilometers away from the Palatu River, and it is a north-south valley.

  If nothing else happens, Featherbe will stay in this sheltered valley this winter.

   Until the cattle and sheep have eaten the dry grass and the first spring rain falls, they will leave this place for summer pastures in the mountains.

   But this year's situation is a bit special - Feather Department has a group of guests.

  Feiyu strictly forbids his followers to take half a step out of the valley, because his guests are not ordinary people of the tribes, and any leakage of rumors may lead to disaster.

   Feather's guests are from the east, and his guests are from Palatu.

   One of the guests is a young man. Since he came to the wintering pasture in Feiyubu, the young man only does one thing every day, and that is: stand at the highest point of the valley, look east, and wait.

   I don't know how many times the sun has set and how many times it has risen again, the young man waited and waited, and finally saw the figure of the rider on the horizon.

   He shouted excitedly, jumped on the horse, and the prancing horse rushed down the hillside, galloping towards the comer, and galloped all the way to the man.

   The young man hugged the man and burst into tears.

   "What's the matter?" The man - referring to Winters Montagne - was flattered, and politely hugged the young man gently, and asked with shame and concern, "Little lion?"

   The young man - pointing to the little lion - sobbing: "Why did you come back?"

   "What happened?" Winters was suddenly alert.

   "You still have the face to ask?" The little lion choked and cursed: "I have killed all the mice in the valley!"

  The Wintering Valley of the Feather Division

  Winters stood outside the tent door, wanting to enter but not daring to enter.

   The subordinates hid far away knowingly, and no one wanted to provoke the blood wolf at this time.

   Lieutenant Colonel Moritz was missing, Mayor Gerard Mitchell was missing, and even the most honest and reliable Father Carman was missing.

   Winters put his fingertips on the tent, put it down, put it on, put it down again, three or four times, until he heard a crisp voice from inside the tent: "Come in."

   Winters pushed open the curtain and Anna was waiting for him.

  Fortunately, what he saw was a warm smile.

  Unknown time, unknown place, conversation that was never officially recorded.

   "Sit down a little."

   "Sit down a little more."

   "Sit here."

"here."

   "Take off your coat."

   silent command of the eyes)."

"inside."

   Another silent command of the eyes)."

   the thin rustling sound of undressing)."

  “(sound like washing hands).”

   The sound of a warm towel wiping the skin)."

   very careful breathing)."

  sound of towel continuing to wipe skin)."

  sound of towel continuing to wipe skin)."

  sound of towel continuing to wipe skin)."

   gasp gently) Put on clean clothes."

   The sound of getting dressed)."

  sound of washing towels)."

   sound of arms outstretched from behind to hug)."

   "For more than a month, I thought you ran away again (a teasing chuckle)."

   Silently sorry)."

   in a low voice) I knew when I saw you when you came back, you have been very happy this month..."

   whispered) Even in Tiefeng County, I have never seen you so happy, like a bird flying out of a cage..."

   smiling slyly) Right? Are you happy?"

   guilt) I'm sorry."

   Slight hug) Why are you sorry? (Whisper) I like to see you happy, I like to see you in high spirits (lower and smaller voice) I like to see you free..."

  “(Uncontrollable Tears)”

voice of wiping tears) Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry (cuddle, whisper) I want to see you happy (a voice so small that you can't be heard by the other party, a voice so small that you can only hear it in your heart ) As for how I am... it doesn't really matter..."

  The Wintering Valley of the Feather Division

   The team from Tiefeng County and the troops from Jiangbei Province have just met and started to pack their bags again.

  The guards and the veterans were busy loading the vehicles, while Winters and the others were taking care of the mounts.

   This is the first time the little lion has complained about Winters: "Okay, as long as half a month, as little as ten days, why did you go for so long!"

  The justified Winters could only endure it silently, burying his head in brushing the horse.

   "Do you know how I got here these days?" This is the first time the little lion has given an example: "I've killed all the mice!"

   "Isn't it still safe to come back?" Winters tried to appease the little lion.

"You've been delayed for too long! Too long!" The little lion said more and more, and the action of brushing the horse stopped, and complained with tears: "Maybe I missed the most fun part! Alas! Alas! I am really at a loss!"

   "The funniest part? What?" Lieutenant Colonel Moritz interjected abruptly.

   "The funniest part?! What?! What else could it be?" The little lion suddenly turned to look at Moritz, stared in disbelief, took a deep breath and roared: "Hunting!"

   [The author absolutely disagrees, does not support, and does not advocate the dog-licking concept of love! The dog-licking concept of love is neither healthy, rational, nor long-lasting, and should be beaten down and stomped on 10,000 feet! ]

   [Although love cannot achieve absolute equality, we should try our best to pursue relative equality. On the basis of relative equality, moderate tolerance and tolerance should be given. Mutual respect, mutual support, harmonious coexistence, solidarity and love... (uncontrollable nonsense)]

   [But it should be admitted that in love, there is indeed a type of existence that wants to give the heart to the other party (referring to the first love of some human beings). This kind of love is childish, fragile, immature, and difficult to end well, but at the same time it is hot, hot, intense, and burns everything]

   [Imagine, if Romeo and Juliet are married for a second time, they will definitely not be able to reach the step of seeking life and death...]

   [Anyway, please don't ask "why are you writing this". I don't know why I wrote it like this, let alone why I wrote it like this, and I'm so ashamed that I can't read it a second time—but, when it's written, it's written.]

   [This chapter was deliberately deleted to 4496 words by the author, and the extra 496 words are enough to cover that paragraph. If there are readers who find it hot, please consider it as "unofficial history content that is not officially recorded as an additional gift from recharge coins", please Orz]

   (end of this chapter)

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