Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The fence of the military academy is made of bricks. In order to save money, Winters didn't even need to run to get over it. In order to save money, Winters didn't even need to run. It seems that the female thief also climbed over the wall to get in and out.

Now that the thief has escaped, we can only ask the whole school to count the items and see what is missing to know what the female thief stole.

Where are the people? Damn it! A loud shout came from outside the house: Guards!

Oops, Winters felt a thump in his heart. I was so busy chatting that I forgot about standing guard.

The four people hurriedly ran out of the duty room.

A senior officer riding a maroon horse dismounted neatly. Without any explanation, he picked up the whip and whipped the four guards.

Report! Beimen Night Post! Six people were supposed to be present, but four were actually present! Winters was whipped inexplicably, and it hurt, and there was anger in his heart.

But the military academy is the army, and it must not be forced to do so at this time.

The light was so poor that Winters couldn't identify who the other party was, but he could tell from the details of the uniform that he was a school officer.

Where is the officer on duty? the colonel asked sharply.

Report! We went to scout the place where the fire broke out! Winters gradually saw the other party's facial features clearly.

In front of him was a face with sharp eyebrows and hawk-like eyes, a rhinoplasty and thin lips.

This face belongs to the head of the school headquarters, the nominal second-in-command of the Lu Academy, and the actual head of the family.

Why didn't you report the fire? The head of the department was still angry.

Report! I! Don't! Know! Winters yelled in reply. It's both a way of venting and also because he really doesn't know.

Those who come on duty are all low-level teaching staff. Although the Army Academy has prepared single-family residences for officers at the school level and above, senior officers generally buy properties off campus.

It's not that the short teacher on duty tonight doesn't want to report it, it's actually that he doesn't know which leader is staying in the school tonight.

Emergency gathering! Get everyone up! Line up at the North Gate playground! The head of the department did not continue to embarrass the four students.

Yes! The four received the order and immediately ran to ring the assembly bell.

Wait a minute! The director stopped Winters who was about to lift his legs and leave: What happened to the arm?

Report! There is a thief! The thief used a knife! He was repulsed by me! Winters did not waste any words and described what happened in the most concise language.

Facing the irritable head of the department, he did not dare to say, A thief ran out of the school, but I didn't stop her and let her escape. So he explained it from another angle - it wasn't a lie either.

Damn it! How dare you come to the Army's territory to run wild? The head of the department was furious, and the reaction of the teacher on duty was exactly the same: Come to me tomorrow and give me a detailed report.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The muster bell rang desperately, followed by the sharp whistle of the guard. Like a sleeping beast, the Army Academy was awakened in an instant.

The quiet theme of the night was replaced by noise. The awakened military cadets in various dormitories jumped out of bed, grabbed their clothes and quickly put them on. They didn't have any equipment to carry, so they dressed and hurried out the door.

Someone outside the door shouted: Assemble at the North Gate playground! Assemble at the North Gate playground! This was an order from the head of the department to trainees on the Night Guard.

In this era without portable tinder, military schools have no time to light fires during emergency gatherings at night. Everything must be done in the dark, and the students went to the North Gate playground in the dark with the faint moonlight.

The crowd moved like a school of sardines in the sea, huddled together in silence, but moving forward uniformly, creating a strange and regular beauty.

The military students who quickly poured out of various dormitories quickly merged into the North Gate playground. The vanguard lined up at the front, while the others quickly looked for their place in the queue.

Winters also ran back to the queue at this time, and Ike was shocked by the wound on his shoulder. But small talk is not allowed in the military formation, so the two can only communicate with their eyes. Each district team began reporting and summarizing from beginning to end.

The instructors came from the stables and rode around the phalanx of officers and students. A spellcaster teacher brought a bunch of torches from the warehouse, lit the torches with the fire spell, and distributed them to each teacher.

The entire North Gate playground was illuminated by fire at this moment. The students have already stood in an orderly formation, waiting for orders.

The director was riding on his beloved horse, watching from the front of the playground as the cadets from the Army Officer Academy gathered in an orderly manner in the darkness, nodding with an imperceptible expression on his face.

“The department was supposed to have 174 people in one year, but it actually turned out to be 174!”

“The second-year department was supposed to have 175 people, but actually there were 173!”

“The three-year department was supposed to have 172 people! In fact, there are 172 people!”

Report to the head of the headquarters! Student brigade! 521 people were expected to arrive! 519 people actually arrived! Report completed.

Everyone! Stand at attention! The headmaster's deafening voice rang through the entire school. He obviously used amplification technology: Three minutes! Bring all the tools! Set off to put out the fire! Disband!

The college formation suddenly dispersed again, and Winters also ran to the warehouse to get tools. But he was actually a little strange. If there was a fire, it would be a fire. What does it have to do with Lu Yuan if there is a fire in a residential area? It can't be burned here.

Several officers on duty who had set out to investigate the fire also came back at this time, and they quickly reported the situation to their headquarters.

After hearing the report, the minister immediately sent a messenger to inform the military academy and other senior officers of the United Provinces Army Department about the situation. He also sent messengers to the two infantry brigades stationed outside Guitu City for help.

The military cadets came back and once again stood in a uniform square formation, but this time everyone had a few more tools in their hands.

The director didn't waste any words, and with a wave of his hand, all the cadets of the military academy formed six columns and marched along the main road towards the port area of ​​Guitucheng.

What happened?! Ike didn't find the opportunity to ask Winters until the phalanx took off.

Meet a thief and get stabbed. Winters summarized the whole story as briefly as possible.

What kind of thief would use the knife?

I don't know either.

Are you okay?

Flesh wounds.

Shut up! The instructor who was patrolling on horseback beside the student column sternly stopped Winters and Ike from whispering. The two did not dare to talk anymore and had no choice but to follow the column.

They walked all the way through the low and dilapidated slums in the outermost circle of the city, through the ruins of the demolished old city wall, through the smelly workshops of leatherworkers, through the messy houses in the port area, and finally Arrived at the location of the fire.

Only then did Winters understand why the military academy was required to save the residential area when it was on fire.

Because the first arsenal of the Grand Senas Gulf States Alliance Army is burning.

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