Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 419 New Blood

  [Shovel Harbor Wharf]

  Monkey sat listlessly on a wooden pier with fish scales, turning his head from time to time to look behind him, as if he could see the battle outside the city through the houses and streets.

   He pricked up his ears to hear the movement, and at the sound of the cannon, he jumped up like he had squeezed his toes.

   "The fight is on!" The monkey hummed anxiously: "The fight is on!"

   "It's none of your business to fire a cannon?" Lu Xirong angrily dragged the monkey back to its original position: "Sit down for me."

  Monkey and Roussillon hid in a grass hut on the pier. On weekdays, after the fishermen sold their catch, they would bring the little fish that no one wanted to pickle and dry here.

   So the gaps in the planks under the grass shed are already full of black dirt, which is a mixture of blood, mud and fish viscera.

   Even if the nostrils are stuffed with radishes, the monkeys can smell the disgusting fishy and putrid smell. Although Roussillon didn't say anything, he frowned.

   On the other hand, Peter Bunir, who was hiding in the grass shed with Monkey and Roussillon, didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

  Monkey looked at Sergeant Bunnier with mixed feelings. The latter is looking intently at the lake, holding a small piece of dried fish in his hand, chewing like a squirrel.

   "Sgt. Bunnier." Monkey urn asked angrily: "There must have been a fight outside the town. Let's hide here, isn't it good?"

  Peter looked at the recruit in confusion, and answered without thinking, "No...it's fine to stay here."

   "I heard that the bandit leader Portal brought a lot of people here!" The monkey seemed to have punched cotton. He was half annoyed and half pleading: "We have to support Lord Tamas!"

   "Support?" Peter was even more puzzled. He scratched the back of his head and replied a little dully: "The battalion commander doesn't need our support."

The monkey's anger was really ignited now, and he jumped up again, grinning and roaring: "We are the first company of the dignified! Lord Tamas is personally led! But what? People are fighting! We are watching. water!"

  This time, before Peter Bunnier could speak, Roussillon had already stamped a large shoe print on the monkey's buttocks, and then slapped another one on the other buttocks in frustration.

Roussillon dragged the uneasy recruit back to his seat, and kept apologizing to Peter Bunier: "This kid...Alas, he didn't catch a single head when he beat the barbarian Hurd, and he was anxious. Sergeant, please don't Comparing with him..."

   "It's alright." Peter waved his hands in a panic. He didn't really understand why the recruit was so angry all of a sudden, because just now his attention was mainly on the piece of dried fish in his mouth that was never chewable: "It's alright."

   After thinking carefully for a long time, Peter bypassed Roussillon and explained to the recruits: "Uh, that, I don't understand why the battalion commander asked me to take charge of the company, and I don't understand why the company didn't go to war."

   "But." Peter Bunier said seriously: "Captain Morrow told us to guard the dock, there must be his reason, we just need to obey the order."

  Monkey bowed his head and said nothing.

   Then, Roussillon slapped him on the head again.

   "The sergeant is talking to you!" Roussillon scolded: "Answer 'yes' to me!"

  Monkey squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "Yes."

   "'Yes, sergeant'!" Roussillon slapped the uneasy recruit again.

  Monkey stood up and saluted reluctantly: "Yes! Sergeant."

  Peter still didn't understand why the recruit was so angry, he subconsciously returned a salute, but the recruit had already sat back to kill Yudunzi heavily.

Roussillon, a veteran from the Fifth Legion, bowed his head apologetically to Sergeant Bunir, then turned to look at the monkey. After a long silence, he sighed and said earnestly, "You boy still don't know how lucky you are! You meet a good guy, and Sergeant Bunnier doesn't care about you. If you change it to other vicious guys, you will have been skinned long ago!"

   "Master." Peter Bunier asked curiously, "How many years have you been a soldier?"

   Hearing this question, Roussillon took off his helmet, stroked his gray hair, smiled wryly, and then said indifferently, "I haven't counted it myself, it's almost... Twenty years."

The monkey's eyes widened in disbelief. Although he knew that Sergeant Lu Xirong was a veteran, he never imagined that the other party had served for so long: "Twenty years? I have only lived for eighteen years in total, you have already? Twenty years. ?"

   "Twenty years..." Peter looked at the lake and chewed the dried fish as if he was sighing.

  …

  [Outside Shovel Harbor Town]

   "Prepare!"

   "Aim!"

   "Fire!"

"boom!"

   The musketeers who finished shooting pulled out their brackets, picked up their muskets, and turned to the rear of the queue.

  The musketeers who were originally in the second row took three steps and put the brackets away.

   "Prepare!"

   "Aim!"

   "Fire!"

"boom!"

  Although the timing of the shooter pulling down the launch rod has precedents, the gunshots sounded seamless.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

   On the front of the new army in Tiefeng County, the firing of each company came one after another, like a rhythmic melody.

   However, for the soldiers under Portal, what came from ahead was not a melody, but the sound of death knights' hoofs.

When    approached for reconnaissance, Portal had already discovered that the formation of the rebels was very strange. They are not arranged in the usual solid square, but in horizontal lines.

   The horizontal team and the horizontal team are like bricks built on a wall, stacked on top of each other, extending from one tip to the two wings.

  Portal guessed: The opponent was defending with his back against the wall and did not need to guard against possible attacks from the rear, so he would form a one-sided formation.

   To some extent, Portal was right. But when he actually commanded the troops to move towards the rebel formation, he was shocked: because it was a horizontal formation, the rebel front with a disadvantage in numbers was wider.

   Instead, it was Portal's own troops. Because they met the enemy with a solid phalanx, almost all the soldiers inside and behind the phalanx were "wasted". Not only cannot flank the enemy's flank, but there is a risk of being outflanked by the enemy.

   But Portal neither dared nor could he spread out like the rebels.

The rebels dared to line up like this because they had their backs against the wall and had no worries; a sharp blade called "Rebel Cavalry" hung over Portal's head. If Portal's soldiers lined up, the rebel cavalry would A single charge could wipe out Portal's army.

   What's more, Portal's troops were able to maintain discipline, largely because the phalanx gave soldiers a sense of security. What happens when the phalanx is dissolved? Portal couldn't imagine it.

  Portar made a decisive move and changed the direction of the infantry's advance. Instead of seeking a central breakthrough, he turned to attack one wing of the rebel front. The only half of the squadron's riders were held by him, guarding against the possible sudden appearance of the rebel cavalry, waiting for the fighters to attack the rebel flanks.

   He acted strictly according to the tactics taught by Mr. Alpha - sending his musketeers to shoot the rebels before they got into range of the rebel musketeers.

In the textbooks of the Union Army Academy, this "swap shot" tactic is explained as: If the enemy shooter fires, their best first-round shot opportunity will be wasted; if the enemy shooter does not fire, the friendly musketeer can continue to fire. weaken the enemy.

   Then Portal's musketeers were hit head-on.

  One round, two rounds, three rounds... The rebels' muskets don't seem to need to be loaded, one after another.

   Each time Portal's musketeers moved forward a short distance, the rebels fired a new round of platoons; each time the rebels' gunshots sounded, Portal's heart stopped for a moment.

   The musketeers he dispatched were knocked down one after another by the hail of buckshot that swept across the battlefield before they could reach their range. Those who survived by chance did not care about the military law, dropped their weapons, and fled in front of the two armies.

  The gunshots stopped, and the rebel formation was quiet again, as if they were laughing at Portal without words.

The phalanx of the   Shovel Harbor troops was also silent, and no one knew whether they would survive.

  Botar led his guards to catch up with the musketeers who escaped and cut down all the deserters.

   Back in front of the battle, Portal's eyes were already red with blood. He didn't understand why he was beaten everywhere even though he had followed the regular tactics taught by Alpha;

   So what tactics? What officer? **** it! Just come my way!

"Everyone in Shovel Harbor is a traitor! They turned to the rebels! They are no longer protected by the laws of the Republic!" Portal roared hoarsely: "Take Shovel Harbor! You can take everything! Women! Gold and silver All! Everything is yours!"

   By the end, Botar's voice was almost a roar of a beast: "Don't worry about the formation! Spearmen! Kill them all! Charge!!"

   On the other side of the battlefield, Bart Haring stared at the gang leader dancing in the distance, and ordered the second battalion on the right flank of the front to move to the enemy's side.

   On the temporary artillery base, Captain Morrow's voice was colder than the mask: "Shot shot, let it go!"

  The demon Anse ignites the propellant, raining fire of death on the enemy.

  …

   At the same time, in a grass hut on the pier of Shovel Harbor far away from the battlefield, Peter Bunir, who was nibbling on dried fish, suddenly let out a “huh”.

   "What's the matter?" Roussillon asked, "Sergeant Bunnier."

  Peter pointed to the silhouette on the water outside the harbour: "It seems that a ship is coming."

   "What?" The drowsy monkey suddenly came alive: "There is a boat? Are we really supposed to wait?!"

  …

   And in the southwest direction, which was also far away from the battlefield, Andre, who had rushed to the battlefield, scolded: "[Expletive]! It's still too late! There are only leftovers to eat! [Angry swearing]!"

He actually came early. According to the original plan, the troops that captured Shovel Harbor would launch a feint attack on the Portal Manor at the appointed time, lure the defenders of Portal Manor to attack, and then cooperate with the cavalry to annihilate them - the classic He German tricks, but with the Nurem clock it is possible to schedule coordinated operations down to the hour.

   To ensure the success of the plan, Andre's cavalry had to hide from the patrolling route of the enemy's cavalry before the feint was launched.

  However, plans are never as fast as change, and he is still late - Portal thought his troops could win in hand-to-hand combat, but the fact is that hand-to-hand combat is more brutal than shooting combat, Portal's troops are almost destroyed at a touch.

   "Sir! Wait!" Turin's voice came from behind: "The new recruits can't keep up with you!"

  Andrei turned around and looked: the men who were still following him were less than forty, and they were all in a state of embarrassment. You know, when he set off from Gervodin, he gathered a squadron.

  Andre hammered his thigh angrily—the best cavalry and the best warhorses were looted by the Winters guy, leaving him with some useless recruits and idiots.

   However, it is not without good news.

  Because the cavalry that Winters took away was all light, the riders brought by Andre were all well-equipped, and the worst was a captured Hedza armor.

The Shovel Harbor rebel cavalry, which was evacuating originally, also found the Iron Peak County cavalry who had just arrived at the battlefield and had not yet assembled—or maybe they noticed Lieutenant Andre, whose armor and vest were too gorgeous and conspicuous—immediately turned their direction and headed towards them. Came with Andre's cavalry.

   "Draw the sword!" Andre ordered: "Sword on the shoulder!"

   The Iron Peak County riders who followed Andre to the battlefield drew their weapons one after another.

"You are staying in Tiefeng County, which means that you are all third-rate people." Andre walked in front of his subordinates with a military sword on his shoulders, and he looked at his subordinates provocatively: "If you want to prove that you are not, then There is an opportunity now.”

  Tulin raised his saber and shouted frantically: "Uukhai!"

"To shut up!"

"Yes!"

Andre stood at the front of the riders. After a brief silence, he turned his head and said with a smile: "But don't be afraid, because the other party is all rude. I'll go first, and you can win if you follow me. "

   Having said that, he pulled the reins and stabbed the horse's ribs, and the horse raised its front hooves.

  Andre pointed his sword at the enemy: "Charge!"

   On the other side of the battlefield, Botar, who was rushing towards the rebel cavalry, found that not only did the opponent not retreat, but instead took the initiative to charge himself, he whipped the horse more vigorously.

   He saw the gorgeously armored officer in the middle of the rebel cavalry at a glance. He has understood that today's victory may not be his. But if you can sack and kill the other party's important people, things may turn around.

  The two cavalry teams collided on the flat ground between Shovel Harbor and the forest.

When    passed by the gorgeously armored rebel officer, the last thought in Portal's mind was "great strength".

  …

  [Shovel Harbor Wharf]

  Alpha heard the sound of the cannon and the melody of the platoon of guns, but he was still a step too late.

   From the small river adjacent to the Portal estate, you can reach Shovel Lake. Although the small river couldn't accommodate big boats, and the Portal estate didn't have enough big boats, Alpha didn't need a lot of them either.

  According to the original plan, when Portal led the main force to launch a frontal attack on Shovel Harbor, Alpha would lead a small force by boat to raid Shovel Harbor - to deal with the rebels in the way of the rebels.

   But like Andrei, he was late.

   However, even if he was able to arrive in time, the result might not change much: Alpha, who led his hand-picked centurion to the dock, found himself surrounded by at least one half-centenarian.

   "Put down your weapons! Surrender!" Lu Xirong took a step forward and scolded: "Listen carefully! The gunfire outside has stopped! You have already lost!"

  Shovel Harbor militiamen on the pier, look at me, I look at you, and finally look at the young man at the head - Mr. Alpha.

  Mr. Alpha did not move.

   The new army soldiers present will look at the acting company commander, Sergeant Bunir, waiting for the order of Sergeant Bunir to kill the small group of rebels.

Peter Bunier felt the gazes of his comrades, and suddenly he had a strange feeling, a feeling he had never had before, a "I have to do something or something bad will happen to you guys" The feeling of ignorance - he didn't know that feeling called "responsibility".

   But he didn't know what he should do. He bit his head and walked towards the leader of the other party with trembling knees, and said timidly and bravely: "It's over, surrender. Otherwise, people will die, and many people will die."

   His voice didn't sound like a threat, it sounded like a pleading.

   But perhaps because of this, a Shovel Harbor militiaman dropped his weapon.

   Then the second, the third…

"Put down your weapons!" Monkey saw that there were still some stubborn rebels waiting for the leader to express their position, and he was very angry. Weapon: "Surrender! Or die!"

   Even if some Shovel Harbor militiamen are still hesitating, it does not mean that they have the courage to resist, they just need to be pushed. So the Shovel Harbor militia, who finally refused to disarm, also acquiesced in the weapons being taken away.

   "Hey! You!" The monkey holding a large bundle of swords came to the leader of the rebels, and said with a feigned arrogance: "Put down the weapon! Otherwise, kill it!"

   The opponent lowered his head and did not move.

  Monkey waited impatiently, and simply reached out to grab the opponent's sword.

   This time, it was like a spark falling into an explosive barrel, and Alpha moved. He accurately controlled the monkey's wrist with lightning speed, and then raised his leg and kicked his boot under the monkey's crotch.

   "Sergeant! Stand back!" Seeing this, Roussillon immediately pushed away Sergeant Bunir, took up his halberd and stabbed the rebel leader.

Alpha nimbly avoided the veteran's first stab, held the sword in his right hand while holding the scabbard in his left hand, used the one-handed sword to perform two-handed swordsmanship, used the spine of the sword to push away the veteran's second stab, and immediately broke into the long pole, using The hilt of the sword slammed hard and accurately at the veteran.

   Roussillon couldn't dodge in time, and took a solid blow. Even though he was wearing a breastplate, he was smashed with blood and dizzy after being hit by the hammer-like hilt.

  The veteran staggered back a few steps, clutching his chest and falling to the ground.

   Seeing that the life and death of the old sergeant was unknown, the monkey was like a madman, ignoring the severe pain in his crotch, howling and pounced on the leader of the rebels - and then was kicked away cleanly.

   Immediately afterwards, two more soldiers of the new army who stepped forward to help were brought down by Alpha.

   Seeing that the eyes of the rebels who had surrendered also became gloomy and uncertain, Peter Bunir shouted anxiously: "Don't move anyone!"

   Even if he is not smart, he can see it: this guy in front of him is very difficult to deal with, and I am afraid that no one can win him in a one-on-one duel.

   Fortunately, this is not a duel, nor a competition, but a life-and-death battle.

   And war is to make more people bully less people.

   "Back! Back!" Peter Bunnier waved his arms and shouted the order: "Musketeers!"

  The soldiers of the new army beside the rebel leader retreated or climbed, and distanced themselves from the rebel leader.

  Alpha was just about to catch up to fight when he heard someone shouting "Try this", and then a fishing net flew towards him and hung him.

   The monkey who threw out the fishing net saw that the other party was hit, raised his fist and rushed up - and was kicked away fiercely.

   However, Alpha can solve the monkey, but not the fishing net. The more he moves the fishing net, the tighter it gets.

   Musketeers surrounded him from all sides, facing the dark muzzle, Alpha, who was struggling desperately one second, threw his saber very simply the next second.

"I surrender."

   "Huh?" Peter Bunir, who was about to order the musketeer to fire, was stunned.

   "I surrender," Alpha repeated, smiling helplessly: "Take me to Winters Montagne."

   All the new soldiers present were stunned.

   A figure flashed by.

   "I'll take you to see your uncle!" The monkey roared and kicked Alpha into the water.

  …

   Winters, two hundred kilometers away, suddenly sneezed.

   Sabre Cerber glanced at the captain and asked with disdain, "Is this a cold?"

   "Maybe." Winters rubbed his nose.

  Angelo led a Heard man to Winters: "Centurion, a sneaky guy was found on the post."

   "Chi Lian's personal servant?" Winters asked.

   "No." Anglo replied: "It seems to be a nearby herdsman."

   "Let it go."

   "I let it go." Anglo said helplessly: "But he won't leave."

   Winters walked up to the Hurd man, spoke a stiff Hurd, and asked, "[Herd] Who are you? What do you want?"

   The Hurd man raised his head in surprise, and after a while he said, "[Herd] I am Hanshan, a white man with a bare head."

   Winters asked coldly: "[Herd] you, want to avenge Chi Lian?"

  Hanshan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "[Herde] I want to know if the head man is really dead."

   Winters was a little puzzled, but still told Anglo: "Show him Chi Lian's body, and then let him go. We have been staying for too long, and we must retreat as soon as possible."

  Angel went out to the tent and called for a subordinate to take Han Shan, a Hurd, to check Chi Lian's body, then turned around and returned to the tent, asking, "What should I do with the spoils?"

   "That's a question too?" Major Seber said impatiently: "Take everything you can, and burn what you can't!"

  Anglo was unmoved, he only looked at Winters: "I mean... captive."

   "A prisoner is not a trophy?" Major Seber scolded coldly: "Men taller than the wheel are all slaughtered, children and women are sold, and they are sold to the guide. Taichi will want it."

  Anglo didn't respond, he stood there, quietly waiting for Winters' order.

   "Do this." Winters mused: "In another ten or twenty years, a group of Heards who have a deep hatred with us will grow up."

   "There is no deep hatred anymore?" Sebo sneered and suddenly sneered: "If you are worried, you can also kill them all, I have no objection."

   Winters sighed and confessed: "Actually, I don't know what to do now. But if you want me to kill a woman and a child, I shouldn't be able to do it. Do you have any good ideas?"

   Major Seber seldom gave Winters a good face. Winters also "keeps a distance" for Major Seber.

   So Winters' sudden honesty caught Cerber a little off guard, not to mention that Winters asked him for advice.

"There's no good way. If there was a better solution, we wouldn't have fought against the Hurds for hundreds of years." Seber also answered honestly. Although his tone was softer, he still did not forget Ironically, Winters said: "Otherwise you will be the chief of this group of Heard barbarians, anyway, don't the Heards kill each other and annex each other every day? I haven't seen them kill each other to death. They will get used to it. "

   "There are already rumors that I am a spy sent back to Plato by the White Lion." Winters sighed: "If I take in another group of Hurds, won't I be convinced that I am a traitor?"

  Cerber didn't expect Winters to reveal his own scar, so he sneered a few times in embarrassment and didn't speak.

   "Call the guide in," Winters told the guards.

  The guide was brought into the tent, his expression was quite nervous, and his body movements were also very uneasy.

   "In the way of the wasteland." Winters asked the guide: "What will you do with the defeated after you have won a battle?"

   Realizing that he was not about to be silenced, the guide let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his expression.

He lowered his head and replied respectfully: "In a great victory like Batu, Batu can control everything of the loser at will. Kill all men above the wheel, possess all beautiful women, sacrifice spirits, Gold and silver, Qianshou and slaves are given to the warriors and nobles who have meritorious deeds according to Batu's wishes, and then they will get their pastures."

   At the end, the guide added: "Children who can't remember things can be raised in felt tents, but children who can remember things can't be kept."

   Major Seber laughed.

  …

"[Herde] I am the Champion of Palatu and the Chosen Hestas. I am your conqueror and your ruler." Winters did not ask the guide to translate, but directly used his half-baked Hede announced to the people in front of him: "[Hede] But, I'll give you a chance to choose."

   In front of Wintersma, there were about 100 white men, slaves, women and children from the old camp of Chilian. The nobles and samurai classes of the Akanebu were all screened out - follow the guide's advice.

   Winters casually pointed at the guide sent by Taichi: "[Hedd] You can join Taichi's tribe as white men."

   "[Hedde] or." Winters swung his whip to the east: "[Hedde] you can migrate east and accept my protection and rule."

   Winters didn't say much nonsense. In the cultures of the tribes, a lot of nonsense means weakness, and weakness is the quality most repelled by the wasteland. The wasteland can accept wisdom, bravery, and even cruelty, but it does not accept weakness.

   "[Hedde] can keep up, come on!"

   Having said that, Winters rode away, followed by the black cavalry and the convoy laden with trophies. Leaving the soldiers who once belonged to Chi Lian stood in the ruins, making choices for their own destiny.

  …

   "How did you two keep up?" Winters couldn't help laughing.

   A young Heard hunter and a half-sized boy, each carrying a musket, got down on one knee and stopped in front of Wintersmar.

   "[Hedde] Batu said, 'If you can keep up, come on'." The half-eldest said smartly: "[Hedde] So here we are."

   "Aren't you guys from Tai Chi?" Winters asked rhetorically.

   Half the eldest did not understand, but the young man did.

"Badu is the most powerful person I've ever seen." The young man struggled to convert his true thoughts into common language: "Tai Chi-tou people can't do it, Chi-Lian-tou people can't do it, they can't do it. I don't want to be loyal to them, please Allow me to join your tribe."

   Major Seber asked curiously: "If one day, Batu is not the most powerful person, you will change the owner?"

   After thinking for a moment, the young man drew an arrow, held it high, and vowed solemnly, "If I betray Batu, there will be such an arrow."

   After saying that, he broke the shaft of the arrow in two.

   The half-eldest boy next to him saw this. Although he didn't understand what his brother was saying, he also drew an arrow and snapped his neck in half.

   "[Hedde] What's your name?" Winters asked.

   The half-eldest replied immediately: "[Herde] We only have the names of the tribes, please give us names other than the tribes!"

   The young man also lowered his head: "Please give Batu a name."

   Winters had a splitting headache: "All the tribes are still white, you can call them Dabai and Xiaobai."

   Dabai and Xiaobai were temporarily shoved to Anglo by Winters, and Major Seber, who witnessed the whole process, asked quietly, "What did you say to those members of the Red Training Department?"

   "I said." Winters replied, "They can accept my protection and rule if they want."

   "Rule?"

   "Or else?" Winters asked nonchalantly, "Is it a 'Union Charter' instead?"

   "When did you learn Heide?"

   "Not long." Winters said quite complacently: "I started learning last winter, isn't it good?"

   Major Seber frowned: "Have you been preparing to 'rule' the Hurds since then?"

   "No, Major, I don't want to rule the Hurds." Winters replied earnestly: "But I also don't want to fight the Hurds for another hundred years."

  …

  …

When   Winters dealt with the prisoners of the Red Training Department, in the forest outside the Shovel Harbor, Andre also had a lot of prisoners to deal with.

   "Everyone who's still alive is here." Turin wiped the blood and sweat from his face, and said with a big laugh, "Today is really fun! My lord! The **** have all run north."

   "Where did you run to?" Andre still didn't know what to do, and waved his hand: "Chase!"

   "Then... what to do with these prisoners?" Turin pointed to the twenty or so prisoners who were lying about.

   "Check the identity, the bandits will kill them." Andrei glanced at the captives and said, "If there are people who are bound, let them go home."

  Tulin scratched his head: "The cavalry of the rebels are all recruited horse bandits, how can anyone be coerced?"

  Andre stepped on his horse, walked past the captives, and waved his hand impatiently: "Then they will all be slaughtered."

"Yes!"

   Leading the cavalry who could still fight, Andre set out to pursue the fleeing enemy.

  Tulin grimaced and began to "deal with" the captives.

   He was not sympathetic - Dussack would have no mercy for the horse bandits - but because he failed to pursue the enemy with Lieutenant Cellini.

   But the sound of hoofs sounded again, and Andre went and returned. He stationed his horse in front of the captives, pointed to one of them, and said, "Leave this kid alone, let him go."

  Tulin salute: "Yes!"

  Andre nodded and rode away.

  Turin walked to the prisoner named by Andrei and found a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with blood all over his face and unconscious.

  Tulin poured a little water on the face of "Little Child" and patted the latter's cheek: "Hey! Wake up! Lucky boy."

   The young man woke up with a moan, covering his eyes with his hands.

   "Hello." Turin cut the rope from the young man's hand: "What's your name?"

   "Alexander."

   The accent when the other party said the name "Alexander" was not the same as that of the Paratus, and Turin could hear the difference.

   He frowned and asked, "Hey, what's your father's name?"

   The young man answered in a hoarse voice: "Nikola."

  Tulin's brows furrowed even tighter, and the movement of his hands stopped: "Are you from Dusa?"

"Yes."

   "Then why did you become a horse bandit?"

  The young man stopped talking.

"Forget it." Turin laughed at himself, untied the rope for the young man, and brought him a jug of water: "You are really a lucky guy. By the way, you know who rescued you. life?"

   [51026/100000]

   [Shovel Harbor's troops were still alive before the battle of blood and mud, while Winters' troops had already experienced the baptism of blood and mud. The two are no longer the same]

   [So the Battle of Shovel Harbor is a bit like killing a chicken with a bull’s knife—but, to borrow Peter Bunier’s simple idea: war is not about bullying the weak with more and the weak with the strong (covering your face)]

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