Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 45

   Chapter 45 The Street

  Field pointed at Winters: "This is the new trainee."

   Then he pointed to Moritz again: "This is my adjutant, but you seem to know each other... So that's the case, Moritz went on leave mysteriously to pick you up?"

   "Major Moritz, and Major General Layton."

   The old woman who opened the door downstairs heard the sound of the door being torn down upstairs and came up to see what was going on.

   "Mrs. Warren, I have to trouble you to invite someone to repair the door." Field handed Mrs. Warren a few small silver coins, and Mrs. Warren accepted it without asking anything, obviously not surprised.

Lieutenant Colonel    handed Mrs. Warren a small bag of money and asked her to go to the neighborhood and buy some old clothes and old boots according to the figures of the three officers.

   And Major Moritz got up and pulled out a pen, paper and ink bottle from the desk drawer, Winters acted as a scribe, and the three of them spoke, wrote and communicated.

  For Field, he did not know that his adjutant was sent to the province on a business trip. The Army regarded it as a secret mission, and he thought that Moritz had been recuperating at home.

   The lieutenant colonel laughed when he learned that the major had his eardrums shattered by his spell.

   But when he found out that Winters and Moritz were both witnesses and kept him in the dark, his expression became complicated again.

   His face was a look of astonishment, "You guys actually set up a small group behind my back."

   This is actually to blame for Major Moritz's "secret discussion".

   But now Field doesn't have time to ask carefully, he has more important things.

   "Is the ability still there?" Field asked.

  Major Moritz bleary-eyedly took out a silver coin from under the mattress.

   In the next second, with a shrill sound, the silver coins in his hand disappeared, the wine bottle on the desk shattered, and there was a hole in the wooden wall behind the bottle.

   "Get up and follow me."

Major   Moritz rubbed his neck and yawned: "Then let me take a shower first, right?"

   "No need, go to Qianmin Street, you sloppy ghost is just right." Lieutenant Colonel Field said with a sneer: "You can only pretend to be a male prostitute if you clean up your skin."

  ——cut——

  Qianmin Street is said to be a street, but it actually covers an area no smaller than that of Hailan City.

  The history of the sea blue city can be traced back to the ancient times of the empire, the name of sea blue [Venetus] comes from the ancient language.

  The city was destroyed by wars and natural disasters several times, and rebuilt several times. Under the ground of today's Hailan City, are the ruins of the old city.

  The ancients left two legacy for the city: a water supply system and a sewer system.

   Among them, the water supply system has lost its original effectiveness, and only the remains of some elevated canals are left as the remains of ancient civilizations, standing alone in the suburbs.

   But the sewer system is still faithfully performing the functions it was designed for.

  Although the owners of the city have changed from batch to batch, the post of dredging officer responsible for clearing the sludge in the sewer system has been retained.

  The old sewer system of Hailan City has been maintained by someone, so it was not abandoned after being blocked like the old sewer system of Guitu City.

   And every time a person of insight is in charge of the city, supplements will be added to the old sewer system of the ancients to adapt to the growing population of Hailan City.

   After repairing and repairing, the sewer system of Hailan City finally became a labyrinth. No one knows how many forgotten paths and passages there are, and also does not know where this sewer system can go.

   Therefore, this sewer system, which is used for "holding up dirt" in Hailan City, has really become a place to hide and hold dirt. Thieves, smugglers, murderers, demon believers, all kinds of people mingle here.

   It is absolutely impossible to trade goods on the market here, and the ugliest desires of human beings can also be satisfied here.

  The ruling council of Hailan City had nothing to do with this, and dispatched guards to clear it up, and the mice fled, disappearing into various paths and pipes that were not on the drawings.

   When the guards withdrew from the sewer system, the rats emerged from the gutter again and gathered here again.

   Therefore, the sewer system of Hailan City is also known as Qianmin Street. The public power in the sun and the mice who can only live in the dark have formed a delicate dynamic balance here.

   Winters changed into a dirty sackcloth robe and cape, wore a cat-face mask, and followed behind the two commanders, holding on to the Dussack machete that Lieutenant Colonel Field had lent him.

Lieutenant Colonel    Field was not only thick but thin, not only let Moritz's landlady get clothes, but also let her get a few pairs of shoes.

  The three officers walking together are already eye-catching, and if they put on military boots, they will show their stuff in front of the blind.

   However, the shoes I found in a hurry would never fit very well, and the pair of boots Winters was wearing were too small and squeezed him a little bit.

  The three left their horses at Major Moritz's apartment, led by Lieutenant Colonel Field, and descended from the ladder next to the Carpenter's Bridge in DC to the dry bank of the river, and came to a drainage pipe about a man's high.

   Lieutenant Colonel lit a torch with a fire technique and walked in first.

Major Moritz saw that Winters was holding the handle of the knife slightly nervously, and he comforted Winters softly: "It's okay, there is no danger in Qianmin Street, and there are still a lot of cheap goods to buy. Relax, you are here now. The way he walks looks like a soldier."

After   , Major Moritz walked in second.

   Winters moved his shoulders and entered the drain at a natural pace.

  This drainage pipe is about two meters wide and has a masonry structure. Most of the width is reserved for the water channel, and the water appears pitch-black in the light of the torch, and it is impossible to see how deep it is.

  A small path was built on the edge of the pipeline that could accommodate one person to walk, which was originally supposed to be left for the dredging workers to walk.

   The three of them walked in silence, turning left and right for an unknown amount of time. But as Winters counted past twelve forks, he began to faintly hear footsteps, and seemed to see a spark of fire ahead.

   Going further, Lieutenant Colonel Field suddenly led Winters to the right and entered a dark passage on the wall of the pipeline. After walking a few dozen steps, the eyes suddenly opened up.

   Inside is no longer a drainage pipe that you need to stoop to walk, but a tunnel that is almost two and a half meters high, winding with no end in sight. There were a lot of people inside, and it looked a bit lively.

  Some people who, like Winters, used masks and cloaks to cover their identities, set up small tables at a distance of one or two meters, and lit oil lamps, as if they were selling things here.

   Most of the things on their table Winters did not know, and some people had a few small wooden signs on the table.

  Other people in masks stopped by the small table from time to time and used hand gestures to communicate with the sellers. I don't know how to count a deal or not.

  This underground cave gave Winters a very strange feeling. Part of the space seemed to have been dug recently. The rough walls were still wet soil, and the crooked wooden pillars were supported by a few planks.

   But some parts implicitly tell Winters the long history of the place: the scattered old bricks on the ground, the stone vault structure, the faint remnants of color on some stucco walls.

  Lieutenant Colonel Field did not look sideways and walked straight ahead along the tunnel. Winters followed and accidentally kicked a white stone covered in dirt, which rolled a few times, revealing three holes.

   Only then did Winters know where this place was. The white stone was not a stone, but a skull at all.

   This underground space, which was used by merchants in Qianmin Street as a market, should have been a tomb. Winters could not tell what age the tomb was, but it should not be in the ancient empire, nor in the last few hundred years.

  The ancients would not build the tomb next to their own sewer system, and the tombs in the last few hundred years would not have been dug so deep. There are several layers of ruins under the sea blue city, and no one can tell how many times it has been destroyed and rebuilt.

  Someone may have accidentally discovered this tomb, and after taking out the grave goods, they used this tomb as a commercial street.

  The original tomb space was gradually insufficient, so people from Qianmin Street continued to excavate on the wall. Therefore, some walls are plaster, and the other parts are mud.

  Winters couldn't help "admiring" the desperate spirit of these sneaky street rats, who dared to build illegally in this kind of underground building that was probably over a thousand years old.

  The walls of this burial chamber support the vault, and if the walls are knocked on, I am not afraid that the soil on my head will collapse in the next second.

   Winters was thinking wildly in his mind, but he didn't stop and followed Lieutenant Colonel Field closely.

   But Major Moritz was attracted by something on a certain table. He stopped and used gestures to communicate with the street vendors who set up stalls.

  Field walked a little further, and when he turned around, he saw that Moritz was haggling with others.

   Angrily, he strode back and kicked the major's ass.

Major    was unmoved, as if the kicked **** didn't grow on him, and continued to communicate with gestures slowly.

After the two made a deal, the major took out a few gold coins, and the Qianmin Street vendor took out a few paper bags from under the table.

   One handed payment and one handed delivery. The major opened the paper bag and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he nodded at the vendor and put the paper bag in his arms.

  Although Winters couldn't see Field's expression because he was wearing a mask, Winters could even imagine the lieutenant colonel's face with his knees.

Major   Moritz shrugged as if nothing was wrong, as if to say: What's the matter? That's all I can do, you know?

Lieutenant Colonel    Field sighed helplessly and continued to lead the way forward.

  The three left the underground market through another secret door.

   Leaving this underground market through the secret door, going deeper, it is another underground market. It's just that compared to the previous room, the people here are a lot sparser.

   Leaving the second underground market and walking forward, the ground began to become flat and dry. The passage seems to have become a meticulously repaired corridor, and the walls occasionally have openings that can accommodate one person.

   Winters looked into the hole curiously. It was either covered with black gauze or a wooden door, and he didn't know where to go.

Lieutenant Colonel    Field stopped in front of a hole, nodded at Major Moritz, then pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

   Winters originally thought that the inside should be the destination, but he didn't expect that it was still authentic.

   This kind of tunnel-like structure has made Winters lose his sense of direction, and God knows how Field recognized the way.

   Walking along this tunnel for about tens of meters, you can see flashing lights at the corner ahead.

   turned the right angle here, and a burly man with a page hammer sat on a wooden barrel, blocking the way of the three like a wall.

  The muscles at the base of this man's neck are bulging, his shoulders are broad, and his limbs are thick.

   A gloomy voice came from behind Winters: "You noticed you as soon as you came in, and you went in with your head down, don't want to live anymore?"

   In the narrow tunnel behind him, seven or eight masked thugs, holding short knives and wooden sticks with iron nails, were looking at the three of Winters maliciously.

   Behind the humanoid Xiong Shi, several secret doors were pushed open, and another four or five thugs appeared.

  Field, Moritz and Winters also drew their weapons, Winters counted in his heart, there were about fourteen people in total.

   The number of people on your side is at an absolute disadvantage, but in a narrow space, the opponent may not be able to deploy.

   The most difficult thing to solve is that strong man. If a blunt weapon such as a page hammer is handed over to him, it is useless to wear a full set of plate armor.

"There's no need to risk your own life for those rich people in the senate." The vicious voice spoke again, this time Winters could see clearly a man in a clown mask behind him: "Take If the weapon is thrown on the ground, I will let you go back the same way and let you live. Otherwise..."

  The thugs held the guy and approached with a strange smile, trying to put psychological pressure on the three of Winters.

Lieutenant Colonel    Field nodded to Major Moritz, the major sighed, and thrust his saber to the ground.

   "That's right, look at how clever your companion is..." The man wearing the clown mask stopped abruptly, his eyes spewed a cloud of blood, and he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

  Winters only now understands why Antonio would say "a centurion is not enough for Moritz van Nassau".

  The archer needs to draw the bow to shoot the arrow, and the musketeer needs to reload the gun, but Major Moritz does not need any preparation to use the flying arrow technique.

   Not only does it require no preparation, but it is also extremely stealthy.

   No bowstrings, no gunshots, just a shrill sound of breaking through the air. There was also no need to hold the weapon to aim like a crossbow - Winters didn't see which enemy Major Moritz raised his finger at.

Major   's hand stopped at his waist at will, and one silver coin shot out from his right hand, his posture was like that of a child playing marbles.

   But every time he shoots a silver coin, one more blood hole in the head of an enemy will fall to the ground.

Silver is not a very hard metal, but when Maj. Moritz magically accelerates the coin to near the speed of a musket projectile, the unbladed silver coin can easily cut through skin, tissue and bone, churning soft brains into a pulp paste.

This is what Lieutenant Colonel Field said about the simplest and most efficient killing spell, no fancy tricks, complicated kinds: just accelerate a silver coin to two hundred meters per second, hit the enemy on the head, and that's it .

   In just six seconds, most of the enemies in this tunnel were brought down by Major Moritz.

   Including the man with a page hammer, a silver coin pierced his eyebrows, and the bear-like strong man fell straight to the ground, motionless.

   Several thugs who turned their heads and wanted to run were hit in the back of the head with precision.

   "Stay alive!" Lieutenant Colonel Field walked up with his saber.

Major    had a thought and hit the last enemy's knee. The fleeing thug's leg softened and he fell to the ground.

"Is the cripple's current subordinates capable of this?" The lieutenant colonel said in a very regretful tone, while speaking, he stabbed a sword in the neck of everyone who had stopped moving or was still twitching, and asked without looking back: " The youngest gentleman, can I ask you to deal with the latter ones?"

Lieutenant Colonel    didn't call out Winters by name, and didn't say what he wanted Winters to do, but anyone who wasn't a fool would understand what he meant.

Winters was no longer the chick who had just left the ivory tower. His last innocence was gone after the gang-hopping battle, when he stabbed the poor rower in the neck with a dagger to be exact. disappeared when.

   He endured the slight discomfort and started to use Dussak to fill up the thugs behind Qianmin Street one by one.

   The dredging officer responsible for the drainage is actually the weir officer of Dujiangyan. Dujiangyan is not a one-shot project, it needs regular dredging and maintenance, from 2,000 years ago to today. Rome's sewers are indeed clogged.

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   (end of this chapter)

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