Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Brothers who have returned from the wasteland, I don't need to say anything more! People from Wolf Town don't need to talk nonsense either! Let me introduce you to the rest of you!"

Pierre stood on the big rock and gave a passionate speech to the bandits. He no longer looked as decadent and lazy as before:

"This is Captain Winters Montagne! Champion of Plato! The best centurion! Centurion Montagne is back! We brothers have nothing to fear! Centurion Montagne Back! Qing..."

Pierre was talking energetically, but Dixon's face was getting paler.

From the moment the centurion met Pierre, Guoquan wanted to escape.

But he couldn't escape, he was being watched invisibly. Even when he went to pee, there were two Dussacs following behind him.

After a short and not intense ideological struggle, Guoquan knelt down with a plop and begged: "Sir, I am a farmer. I became a robber when I couldn't survive. Please spare me!"

Winters raised his eyebrows slightly: "Get up and talk."

But Guoquan's knees felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he wanted to kiss the hem of the centurion's clothes.

Pierre stopped in front of the pot circle and announced with a straight face: "The Centurion Montagne is back, and this group of people has nothing to do with you. Get out of here."

"I...can I really leave?" Guoquan asked tentatively with mixed emotions.

"roll!"

This time it was really a dilemma. If you stayed, you would die, if you left, you might die.

Pierre waved his hand and told the other bandits: "Anyone who doesn't want to stay can leave!"

After hesitating again and again, Guoquan gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble: "Thank you for your kindness, sir, I still don't want to be a robber!"

Guoquan concluded that staying would mean death. And he was used to being comfortable and didn't want to listen to anything the centurion said.

As long as we can get away from this chaotic situation in the newly cultivated land, we can easily gather another group of people.

Seeing that Guoquan was leaving, there were several other people who were also leaving, all of them were old brothers from Guoquan.

"Go away." Pierre waved his hand.

Guoquan thanked him profusely, took a few steps back, and turned around to run.

However, as soon as he turned around, Pierre's saber struck down.

The sharp steel blade made an arc and cut open the left shoulder, only stopping slightly at the bone. In the end, a terrifying section was left, with blood spurting out one after another.

Pierre swung his saber, wiped away the blood, and sheathed it.

Other veterans also took action and killed the habitual gangsters who wanted to leave.

Winters was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

He called together twenty-two "bandits", together with thirteen of his warriors.

Looking at everyone's gloomy faces, Winters began his first speech.

"According to the laws of the new land." His tone was steady, but his voice reached everyone's ears clearly: "Gather a crowd to block the road and rob, the first offender will be punished in rounds, and the accomplices will be hanged."

Everyone's expressions became darker. Who doesn't know this?

In the new land, becoming a bandit is a dead end. No one would join the gang if they were not desperate.

Winters spoke again: "But my appointment as the resident officer of Wolf Town is still effective, so from this moment on, I will recruit all of you as members of the militia of Langtun Town in New Reclamation.

You must obey my authority and be bound by military law from now on. Not only are you no longer gangsters, you are no longer farmers. It is now your responsibility to exterminate the gangsters. "

People born in Wolf Town have red eyes. They are like rootless duckweeds drifting in the wind. They live in fear of the future every day.

The appearance of the Montagne resident officer is like a plank appearing in front of a drowning man. He is an afterimage of the past world, which reminds people of the good old days.

But the expressions of farmers elsewhere were only numbness and indifference. They did not know Winters Montagne.

For them, pot circles? Resident official? Centurion? It's nothing more than drinking porridge from another person's mouth. What difference can there be?

Winters' eyes met each person in turn: "I promise you. One day, you can put down your weapons, pick up the plow again, return to the golden wheat fields, and return to your mothers, wives, and children. . This is my promise to you, please keep it in mind."

His voice was calm, but there was a strange power to it, as if he could really fulfill his promise.

No matter how numb the farmer was, his heart was slightly touched like a needle prick at this moment.

The smell of earth, the golden wheat fields...

So close yet so untouchable, it seems like a very distant memory.

…

Winters reunited with his warriors and had endless things to say to each other.

Ponyboy Angelou held Winters' arm, crying and laughing at times, but refused to let go.

Pierre came to Winters with a young man and said happily: "Look, who I have brought to you!"

Winters just looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

The young man in front of him and the blacksmith Balian were carved from the same mold, and no one could mistake them.

It's just that Balian is taciturn, honest and cautious, but the young man in front of him has a kind of naughty and agility unique to young people in his eyes.

Winters asked the young man: "Your father's name is Alexander Sawyer, right?"

The young man was startled and looked at Pierre helplessly.

"Stop teasing him." Pierre patted the young man on the shoulder: "I met Carlos in another group. When I saw his appearance, I recognized who he was. So I took him with me. Be there and take care of me."

"Do you know my brother too?" Carlos asked.

All the soldiers around laughed.

"How could you not know him?" Winters also smiled heartily. He turned to Pierre and asked: "Where is Balian?"

The laughter disappeared.

Pierre's expression became a little depressed: "Under Arpad, he is a blacksmith and is closely guarded. My father and many other people are all under Arpad. But where exactly are they? I don’t know either. Is he still alive? I don’t know either.”

"We have to find a way to get them back." Winters sighed.

Pierre cheered up, slapped his thighs and said, "Since you're back, we have nothing to fear!"

Others nodded.

Winters remembered something particularly important, and he asked Carlos seriously: "How...how are your cooking skills?"

"No, no, no." Carlos waved his hands desperately: "I always eat what my brother cooks, I don't know how."

"Oh." Winters was quite regretful and asked sadly, "Then can you blacksmith?"

"Yes, my craftsmanship since childhood is far behind my brother's."

"Pierre, let him repair the weapons and don't let him use the sword."

"yes!"

After hearing this, Carlos became anxious: "Why don't you let me use a sword? I also have two arms and two legs! I'm no worse than others!"

Pierre slapped the kid on the back of the head: "How shameless! The captain is taking care of you!"

Carlos didn't recognize the new Centurion Montagne, but he respected Pierre and kept quiet.

"When did I become a captain?" Winters was confused.

"Don't you know? Oh... you really don't know." Pierre said with a smile: "Posthumous awards! There was also a grand ceremony. All officers who died in battle were promoted to one level, Alpad and the guys Done."

Since Winters Montagne has been killed in battle, there are naturally no restrictions at all.

When he received the [Knight's Grand Cross of Swords], he was already promoted to one level as usual.

"Sacrificing one's life for one's country" will be promoted to another level.

Therefore, the "First" Republic of Plato generously awarded Winters the rank of captain posthumously - at that time, Blue Rose and Red Rose had not yet split.

But since Winters is still alive, there is a problem with his military rank recognition.

But who cares? Winters didn't care anyway.

"Tell me about your story." Wen Tesla asked Pierre and others to sit in a circle: "Tell me everything."

You guys talked to each other, talking about the difficulties and dangers of fighting all the way back from the no-man's land, the suffering of being stranded in Shuangqiao Camp, and the process of escaping back to Wolf Town.

As for the ambush of the officers and pursuers, Pierre did not hide it from Winters.

"That beast, Big Bentin, originally wanted to kill him." Pierre said bitterly: "This beast has a sharp nose. He smelled something wrong and ran to Gevaudan with his tail between his legs."

Winters nodded. If Pierre didn't go to Big Bentin to talk to him, he would also go to Big Bentin to talk to him.

"Then we moved around among various gangs, never straying too far from Wolf Town. Occasionally we could go home to visit and bring some food to the family." Pierre's voice became softer as he spoke: "Anyway, just hang out like this and survive for a day. Count one day.”

Everyone was silent. They had sabers, but they didn't know where to cut them.

Rebel against the authority that rules this land? They don't have the courage yet - and that's courting death.

"What do these gangsters rely on for food and drink? Robbing travelers?" Winters asked patiently: "How much property can travelers have on them?"

The others were still in a daze, but Pierre had already understood what Winters meant. He said helplessly: "Don't look at the pot ring that looks like a pot ring. That guy is very ghostly, and he also knows the way above." Understood. He only robs travelers and businessmen on the road, and at most extorts farms. He will never encounter the collection team above! Stay far away."

According to the laws of the new land, it is the responsibility of local towns to hunt down bandits.

If there is banditry in Wolf Town, Wolf Town will take care of it; if there is banditry near Gévaudan, Gévaudan will take care of it.

There is only one situation in which the New Reclamation Army will send out the gendarmerie, and that is if bandits capture the head of the army.

As a senior bandit, Guoquan never touched the collection team.

As long as he doesn't provoke the New Reclamation Legion, no one can really do anything to him based on the local security forces that are already on the verge of collapse.

With this little cleverness, Guoquan has been a robber for many years without any problems.

But evildoers will find their own way, and the pot circle has now been buried.

Winters counted and found that the only people he could really rely on were his thirteen "veterans."

Among the other twenty-two people, the people of Langzhen may be trustworthy, but the rest are at the level of rushing in and scattering.

Winters didn't want to command them at all, but if he dismissed them all, he would meet them again in another group of gangsters tomorrow.

Winters thought to himself: "We have to find a way out for them."

"It doesn't matter." He couldn't say frustrating words, so he tried his best to say confidently: "I have a way."

…

…

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

This is the sound of wheels turning.

A convoy was slowly moving forward on the road. In addition to horses and mules, the animals pulling the cart also included oxen and donkeys.

The cart was carrying wheat packed in sacks and straw baskets, fruits and vegetables that were not yet fully ripe, and all the grain that could be found.

There were even two squealing piglets and a goat.

The men escorting the convoy were armed and looked like soldiers.

But they all looked listless, with their shoulders slumped and their hands hanging down, just walking with their heads down.

The same goes for the drivers. They waved their long whips carelessly, and even the movement of the whip tip seemed to have a hint of reluctance.

They had returned from Wolf Town with a full load and were on their way to Gévaudan.

There were about fifty escorting soldiers and about twenty coachmen, but only one person was in high spirits.

That is the leader of this food collection team, Sergeant Ivan.

Sergeant Ivan was originally a member of the security team. He was famous for his fiery personality and his tendency to beat his wife and children after being drunk.

Gévaudan's military commander expanded his troops, and Ivan became a sergeant.

There was only one reason for promoting him - the superiors believed that he had a bad temper and a strong body, and could control the big soldiers below.

"Peasants have no food? What a fucking fart! Farmers are the most damn cunning!" Sergeant Ivan spat, and proudly talked to the captain next to him about his experience in requisitioning food: "If you want food, you won't give it. ! I want wheat, but there is none! When I opened the cellar, it was all flour! Wheat! You have to put a knife on their necks to be honest!"

The captain next to him smiled bitterly and nodded in agreement. He couldn't afford to offend this barbarian.

The convoy moved very slowly, taking as little as one or two days to as many as four or five days from various local villages and towns back to Jevaudan.

Therefore, military stations were set up along the route of the Rewardan garrison - this was also a common strategy of the Palatine Army.

"Work harder!" Sergeant Ivan shouted at the soldiers: "You can rest when you get to the military station!"

It wasn't until dusk that the military station appeared in front of us.

It is said to be a military station, but it is actually a circle surrounded by a wooden fence on a flat open space, and a few sheds are built there.

This prevents the cattle and horses from running out and gives the collection team a place to spend the night.

Sergeant Ivan walked into the military station and saw four big soldiers eating dinner and chatting around a table.

They seemed to be having a great time chatting and laughing from time to time.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sergeant Ivan looked unkind.

The young captain stood up to greet him.

Sergeant Ivan became even more angry when he saw there was a bottle of wine on the table: "Bastard! Are you still drinking?"

"Oh." The tenth captain scratched his head: "Put it away now."

"Where are the original people of this military station?" Sergeant Ivan's eyebrows knitted into a knot.

"Ran."

The direct consequence of forcibly recruiting soldiers is a large number of deserters.

The New Reclamation Corps currently relies entirely on company tactics to maintain discipline, which also results in the entire ten-man team fleeing together when deserters appear.

Sergeant Ivan was not surprised by this.

"You should watch carefully for me tonight." Sergeant Ivan scolded him with a cold face: "If I find my soldiers have escaped tomorrow morning, you will also sit down!"

The ten-capion nodded solemnly.

"Bring us some water!" Sergeant Ivan sat at the table carelessly: "Leave the bottle."

There was no need to wait until tomorrow morning, the food collection team was raided by Winters that night.

Sergeant Ivan, who lacked courtesy, was put over his head with a sack and beaten severely, and then was tied up tightly.

When the sack was removed again, Sergeant Ivan found that he was surrounded by three masked men.

These three masked men are Winters, Pierre and Vashika. Because of his accent, it was Pierre who received Sergeant Ivan in the military station.

"You are so fucking brave!" Sergeant Ivan yelled, "Do you know who you are robbing?" The gendarmerie will arrest you one by one and break your bones into pieces inch by inch..."

Pierre raised his fist and slapped him twice: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

"Hey!" Winters patted the sergeant on the cheek: "Look at me, who is the leader of Gévaudin now? Speak!"

The sergeant had been slapped twice and was knocked unconscious. He vaguely heard someone complaining: "You kid, why are you so indifferent?"

A bucket of water was quickly brought and he poured it on Sergeant Ivan.

"Who is the leader of Gévaudin? Speak!"

"Major Ronald..."

"Why does he want so much food?"

"have no idea……"

"Is he a red rose or a blue rose?"

"neither……"

"None of them?" Winters' eyes narrowed: "Who is above Major Ronald?"

"have no idea……"

Winters raised his chin, and Pierre stepped forward and slapped him again: "You don't know?"

"I..." Sergeant Ivan felt a lump in his mouth and his teeth were knocked out: "...I really don't know..."

"How many soldiers does Gévaudan have now?"

Sergeant Ivan rolled his eyes and fainted.

"What should I do?" Pierre was completely dumbfounded.

Winters had a splitting headache: "Who asked you to hit me with your fist?!"

"Then I wake him up?"

"Come on, he's no different from anyone else. He can't see anything. Take him away."

…

Later, the still confused convoy soldiers were called together by masked people. Their weapons had been taken away and their hands were tied behind their backs.

"Go north along the road!" The masked man in the lead shouted coldly: "Whoever dares to look back will be killed!"

The soldiers in the escort team were in a daze at first, but suddenly they swarmed north along the dirt road.

"Let's leave quickly." Winters pulled off the mask: "Don't wait for the military police rangers to catch up."

Angelou asked inappropriately: "Does Gévaudin have any rangers?"

…

Twenty carts and more than fifty men's weapons fell into Winters' hands.

While tying up the car, Vashika said excitedly: "This is really big business! It's much more fun than robbing passers-by or robbing farms!"

"Isn't this still a bandit?" Samujin was a little unhappy.

"Why do you care so much?" Vashika touched the healed injury on the back of his head: "If the sky falls, a centurion will hold it up, so you just follow."

Ever since he escaped from the battlefield and received a stab in the back of his head, Vashika has always been a little afraid of Winters.

On the other side, Winters was also lamenting: "Isn't this still a bandit?"

"What are you talking about?" Pierre didn't hear clearly.

"I said." Winters said word by word: "With this vote, we can organize the team properly."

Pierre said happily: "Okay! Now these are bandits! They should be sorted out. But why not collect them? Aren't there more than fifty people ready-made?"

"Is that a warrior?" Winters also began to educate Pierre: "That's fifty mouths!"

A series of footsteps echoed on the road to the north, and Winters and Pierre looked at each other - someone was coming to the military station!

The veterans quickly drew their weapons and jumped on their horses.

Soon, they brought back three Gévaudan soldiers from the darkness with their hands tied behind their backs.

"Why are you back here?" Wen Tesla put on the mask: "Want to die?"

"Montagne!" One of the soldiers actually called Winters by his last name: "Take us away!"

He explained quickly: "I recognized your soldiers early on! I recognized them when we entered the military station! So I didn't expose it. I am not your soldier, but I have seen you. I am with you." After fighting, I also came back from the wilderness! Please take us away! We don’t want to sacrifice our lives for Gévaudin anymore!”

"Come on." Pierre imitated Winters' accent and lamented: "Three more mouths."

"Wrong." Winters patted Pierre on the shoulder: "There are three more warriors."

[Updated Winters’ character card at the end of the second volume, book friends are welcome to add more]

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