MTL - Iron Powder and Spellcasters-Chapter 463 Huo Mu (Part 1)

   Chapter 463 Xiu Mu (1)

   [Vogne County]

  [Artemis]

  The midsummer sun is steaming and roasting the earth, and only the blue river water reveals a rare coolness.

   Soft blue smoke wafted up the river, and the rolling reeds gave off a fragrance.

   On the banks of the tranquil and solemn Anya River, there are... lads with bare bottoms.

   Considering that since the expedition, the troops have not rested for a day, the Montagne tribune waved his hand and granted everyone a half-day leave.

  The soldiers who finally got a little private time walked out of the barracks and went to the river to wash their clothes and bathe under the sorrowful eyes of the hapless on duty.

  Everyone knows that as long as the blood wolf subdues the towns of Vigne, the Iron Peak infantry regiment will triumph.

  Therefore, there were laughter and laughter all over the Anya River.

  The warriors were vigorously scrubbing their clothes and cleaning their bodies, all trying to get themselves clean before going home.

  According to the original battle plan, the attack on Artemis would involve three battalions of infantry, plus cavalry.

Among them, the 5th infantry battalion sneaked from the south road where the enemy was unprepared, while the 1st and 3rd battalions of infantry marched from the north road to the battlefield. Win before you react effectively.

   But when the follow-up troops arrived at the city of Artemis, the battle was over, the comrades of the fifth battalion were counting the prisoners, and the city head had already been replaced with a dark blue flag.

   So the soldiers of the first and third battalions were glad that they did not have to go through another tough battle, but they couldn't help but be annoyed that they had gone for nothing.

While washing clothes, some people complained half-truths: "One bag of dry food and one bag of water, day and night on the road, tired legs are spinning. Hey! It turned out well, and I didn't catch anything! Originally, I still want to earn a few more acres of land, alas."

   "Who said no?"

   "When we set off, the guys from the second battalion were all jealous. Now it's their turn to be happy! Sitting in Maplestone City, laughing at us for fooling around."

   Hearing the complaints of the brothers, among the small group of people who were washing clothes, a half-sized man with big eyes cleared his throat and pretended to be modest:

"There's no way! The soldiers of Vigne can't help fighting! We didn't even try, they surrendered. Hey, you don't know, when we filled the trench with earthen cages, the soldiers of Vigne were on top. Eyes are straight! We took down the city wall with one charge."

The half-eldest man became more and more excited as he talked. He simply dropped his clothes and stood up, dancing and gesturing: "I climbed, climbed, and climbed to the top of the ladder, but I am still half a meter away from the city wall. What should I do? Retreat? Impossible! As soon as he gritted his teeth, he threw the shield, grabbed the mound with both hands, and turned it over. Guess what? No one else, I'm the first!"

   "Fart!" Another soldier in the distance interrupted the impromptu speech and laughed and scolded: "The first person to climb the city is obviously the battalion commander!"

   "I didn't say I was the first in the whole camp?" Half the eldest blushed: "I am the first in our joint..."

   "Damn it! You're not even the first one."

   The half-eldest boy was anxious: "The first one on the ladder! I am the first one on my ladder! Okay?"

  The surrounding soldiers laughed kindly.

   "Sit down now."

   "Stop blowing, kid!"

"Who are you calling a kid?" Out of strong self-esteem, the half-eldest regarded the favor of his comrades as a humiliation. There may not be as many people as me! I…”

   Before he could finish speaking, the half-eldest boy was pulled aside by his "pot-changer" by his ears.

   "Okay, what's the point of bullying the cowards? The elites should fight the elites! Just like the battle between us and the puppet army, oh, it's really dark and dark..."

   took over the soldier who had a good speech and said that he was excited. He glanced at Sergeant Lu Xirong in the corner and felt a little embarrassed: "Old sergeant, why don't you tell me?"

   Roussillon smiled and shook his head, washing his old coat attentively.

   Seeing Lu Xirong shaking his head and rejecting it, the soldier who took the speech stick seemed to have been granted permission, and couldn't wait to talk about the tragic and tragic battle of Hegu Village:

"...When we arrived, there were only a small number of people, but the bald man's army was about to die. The battalion commander said to us, 'Comrades, form two lines, the musketeers are in the middle, and the spearmen are on the flanks. '. The battalion commander said again, 'If you don't know why you are fighting, just think about fighting for the blood wolf', and then rushed us up..."

   "Where's the blood wolf?" Someone asked impatiently, "Where is the blood wolf?"

"What's the hurry? I haven't talked about it yet!" The soldier with the speech stick gave a dissatisfied remark, but he still absorbed his opinions, skipped a large section of self-bragging, and pushed the time directly to the appearance of the blood wolf on the battlefield: "...Boom There was an explosion, which shook everyone unsteadily. The wind almost knocked me down. The horses were all crazy, running around. The clods were falling down like hail..."

   The soldier holding the speech stick lowered his voice and said quietly: "My knees went weak at that time. I thought, it's over, it's over."

The soldiers who spoke    were very good at telling stories, not only aroused the emotions of the soldiers of the 5th battalion, but even the soldiers of the 1st and 3rd battalions who participated in the battle of Hegu Village couldn't help but hold their breath.

  The small pool was silent, no one was washing clothes, and everyone was eagerly waiting for the soldier who spoke to speak.

"and then?"

   A slightly trembling voice broke the silence - Jacob Green raised his hand to ask.

  The former Niutigu Town Councilman and the current clerk of the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment came to the water pool at some point. Not only did he quietly sneak into the soldiers, but he also held a small notebook and was sweating profusely recording.

"Then?" The soldier who told the story shrugged: "Then the blood wolf was killed from the smoke and rushed towards the enemy. Who can withstand the blood wolf's charge, those guys collapsed all of a sudden , screaming and running around. Then we won."

  This ending is very bland, but the soldiers are satisfied with it.

   Someone commented as a matter of course: "Of course, how could the blood wolf be killed by this little trick."

   "What are you talking about? What death? They can't even hurt a blood wolf's hair!"

   "Oh, I haven't seen a blood wolf before, and I don't know what a blood wolf looks like."

   "Why haven't you seen it?"

   "It's all looking at it from a distance, but not close enough,"

   "Monkey...Holder is now the blood wolf's guard, you just ask him if he is okay."

   "Why don't you ask?"

   "Have you heard of it?" Someone said mysteriously: "The blood wolf was chosen, so the sword can't hurt him, and the gun can't hurt him..."

   "Stand up!" A loud password interrupted the spread of rumors.

The    password came from Roussillon, and Roussillon himself stood upright like a stake.

   The other soldiers followed the old sergeant's gaze and stood up hastily.

   At the point where everyone's eyes converged, Peter Bunir was holding the tub, feeling a little overwhelmed.

   "Company Commander, why are you here to wash your clothes?" Someone asked embarrassedly.

   Peter Bunier asked in amazement, "Why can't I come and do the laundry."

   It is up to Roussillon to stop the atmosphere from worsening. The old sergeant motioned for the others to make room for the company commander Bunir, and respectfully said to the company commander, "You can just hire a washerwoman for such a small job."

  Peter Bunier shyly walked through the soldiers, put down a wooden basin by the waterhole, and said embarrassedly: "I...I have no money."

  There are already soldiers secretly scolding "iron rooster".

  Although there is no salary for serving the blood wolf, and although the reward for military exploits has not yet been realized, the purses of the soldiers in Tiefeng County have already swelled up just by searching for the spoils after the war.

  The big bosses made a small fortune, and the company commander said he had no money, who would believe it?

   However, Roussillon glared at the others sternly, and said coldly: "Do you think everyone is like you, picking things from dead people?"

   As soon as these words came out, everyone bowed their heads in guilt.

  The soldiers silently sat back in their seats and continued to wash their clothes.

  There was only the sound of pounding clothes around the pool, and Jacob Green, who was on the side, saw everything.

   For Jacob, who was determined to witness and chronicle Winters Montagne’s success—or failure, what he just witnessed was far more interesting than “The Blood Wolf Wins Again.”

  …

When   Tulin led his cavalry to drink horses, he caught up with the small storm near the waterhole and calmed down.

  Compared to washing clothes, more soldiers prioritized the rare half-day vacation for bathing, playing in the water and swimming.

  The sheep-herding **** the west bank was frightened by the spectacle of hundreds of naked men jumping into the river, but on the east bank, many children gathered to watch the fun.

   Artemis is situated on the banks of the River Anya, which is the boundary between the counties of Vigne and the counties of Thunder. Therefore, as long as the soldiers of the Tiefeng County Army swim to the other side, they can board the territory of the friendly army of Leiqun County.

When   Tulin arrived at the river, he saw an infantryman like a barracuda-with a single stroke of his arms and legs, he sprang far away and reached the other side of the river.

   The infantryman exchanged a basket of fruit from the child on the other side with something he didn't know. He tied the basket to his ankle, and another savage plunged into the river and swam back to the happy comrades on the beach on the west bank.

  Tulin whistled, applauding the goodness of this unknown infantryman.

   The swimmer who returned to the west bank was satisfied, and nodded at the cavalry from a distance.

   "From here to drink horses?" asked the cavalry next to Turin.

   "No, let's go further upstream." Turin smiled slyly: "If we drink horses downstream, we must drink the infantry's urine; if we go upstream, the infantry must drink our urine."

  The cavalrymen laughed and walked upstream. After walking for about a mile, they found a river bend suitable for drinking horses.

   They drove the horses off the beach, and then stayed on the dry bank to watch the horses leisurely bow their heads to drink water and lick salt.

  Tulin's eyes swept across the lush aquatic plants on both sides of the Anya River, and suddenly said sadly, "It's time to mow the grass."

   "What?" The cavalry next to him couldn't hear him clearly.

   "I said." Turin was a little unhappy, and deliberately shouted: "Shit! Mow! Grass! La!"

The cavalry next to    scratched his head and said embarrassingly: "Is the grass cut to feed the horses? It's going to be mowed now? It's only June."

"You are not from Dusa, of course you don't know." Turin said carelessly: "June is the time to mow the grass, otherwise it will be dried out and it will not be easy to mow. Mow once in June and again in autumn. , otherwise what do the animals eat in winter?"

Turin pointed to the grass on the river bank, and talked endlessly about the doorway of mowing: "The grass by the river is not good, the ground is too soft, the grass grows short. Short grass, no matter how lush it is, it is useless, horse I can’t eat fat. Big animals like to eat long grass. Grass as high as a horse’s stomach can only grow from solid black soil. That kind of grass is a pleasure to mow.”

Turin stretched out his hands and gestured: "With a scythe, swipe, swipe, swipe, you can cut down a large piece of grass in one fell swoop. Men cut grass, and women use rakes to hold the grass into piles. Everyone is like a festival, flowers Skirts, white clothes, dress up. Sometimes I can't finish the day, I just spend the night on the grass, singing and dancing, and then I drive the cart home the next day."

  Tulin's voice got smaller and smaller, and finally stopped inexplicably.

   The cavalry who just asked the question was fascinated and sighed: "I hope the bailiffs will let us go home soon. You Dusa people want to mow the grass, and we 'crop men' also have to harvest crops."

Next to him, another cavalryman from Dussac also sighed and said worriedly: "Yes, there are only the old man and mother-in-law left at home, and I don't know if the grass is cut enough this year. Can I work in the fields? Support it."

"Don't worry about it." Turin glanced at his comrades who were not from Dusa, and said listlessly: "I heard from the Cellini tribune that your newly-granted soldiers, Lord Budd, have arranged for you. ."

Turin took another look at Dusak's comrade-in-arms, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You don't have to worry, now, there are not many large animals left in the Dussak family. The extra horses and cattle are requisitioned, and the rest How much grass can the animals eat? Besides, didn’t you come back alive? The most important thing is to live, how much can you eat?”

   "How is your family? Sergeant." The non-Dussac cavalry asked along the topic: "How many people are left at home?"

   The cavalry from Dussac next to him was too late to stop him.

  Tulin touched his upper and lower lips, and answered without any fluctuation: "No one is left."

  The river bank was quiet.

   After a while, the non-Dusa cavalry exhaled a long sigh of pain and muttered to himself in a low voice, "Don't fight any more."

  Tulin looked at the warhorses on the riverbank, but did not speak.

  Suddenly, the horses who were leisurely drinking water raised their heads in unison and looked upstream.

   "Someone is coming." Turin ordered: "Watch the horse."

  The cavalry who came with Turin immediately galloped down the river beach, and gathered the scattered war horses to prevent trouble. Horses are herd animals. As long as one horse moves, the other horses will subconsciously follow.

   It was not until after all this was done that Turin heard the sound of hoofs coming from the upstream direction.

  Tulin was not worried that the enemy was coming, because Artemis was surrounded by sentries and beacon towers of the Iron Peak Army, and it was not so easy to get in without knowing it.

   Sure enough, one of the riders waved to Turin from a distance, and his voice floated over: "Tulin! Turin!"

A smile finally appeared on   Tulin's face, and he happily took off his hat to say hello: "Vashya!"

   Although the two sides recognized each other, the cavalry team from upstream did not stop, but galloped directly in front of Turin. The riders on the horses are all full of energy and vitality, and each rider has at least one spare horse attached to his saddle.

When    passed in front of Turin, the leading cavalry nodded to Turin, and Turin also nodded in return.

   The comrades of Turin did not return to the river bank until the strange cavalry had passed completely.

   "Good-looking cavalry." A fellow Turin couldn't help but ask: "Whose subordinate?"

  Tulin admired the handsome riding posture of the leading cavalry, and replied in a low voice, "A subordinate of Pierre Gerardnovich Mitchell."

The person who asked the question suddenly realized: "Wolf cavalry?"

  Turin nodded slowly.

   Just as all the citizens of Maplestone City learned overnight that "the wolf cavalry is coming", the nickname "wolf cavalry" spread like wildfire within the Tiefeng County Army.

   However, together with the feat of "Three Hundreds Breaking Three Thousand", there is also the "wolf cub"'s daring, greedy and provocative actions.

   "Everyone is talking." Turin's companion said cautiously: "Pierre Mitchell may have a very difficult time this time."

  Tulin looked at Pierre's back with a worried expression, but did not answer.

   [It's tonight before dawn! ]

   [Some book friends mentioned that the line draft of the portrait is better than the finished product... In fact, I also think so. XD]

   [So next, I will release my favorite line draft version in the Easter Egg chapter one after another]

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   (end of this chapter)