Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 150

2021-01-23

Chapter 150 Shack Street

"Vassya! Where are you?" Pierre on the street He ran and shouted anxiously: "Vashya!"

The narrow streets were flanked by low and shabby shacks, many of which did not even have doors, only a piece of rag to block the gaze of passers-by peeping into the house.

The road was narrow and crowded, and Pierre's cries were drowned out by the clamor of vendors along the street.

"Do you want to buy cigarettes? Sir." A filthy child followed closely behind Pierre's ass: "Want to buy? I have a good deal. Dry tobacco? Chewing tobacco?"

"Don't buy it!" Pierre replied angrily.

The child didn't give up, but continued to pester him to ask: "What about the wine? Sir? Ale? Beer? I also have red wine. Just tell me what you want to drink..."

Pierre didn't bother to pay any attention to the child, who strode down the street, shouting, rudely pushing away the slow-paced civilians.

The innocent pedestrian was pushed almost to the ground, and was about to scold his mother, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the other party's iconic forehead hair, pigtails, and the Tussac knife on his waist.

So he swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth, and turned into a vicious curse in his stomach "God damn Tartars!"

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Since Marshal Ned built the Shuangqiao Camp 31 years ago, and after all the wars with Heder's tribes, the Shuangqiao Camp has been the most core military material distribution center in the Republic of Palatu.

Today, the "shack street" between the city wall and Yingpan was originally a slum in Shuangqiao City thirty years ago.

There is a need for someone. With the completion and operation of the Double Bridge Camp, hawkers, prostitutes, brokers, black market merchants...all kinds of people poured into this cramped, messy, smelly place. day block.

Some people make a living by serving the men in the barracks, while others stand outside the barracks to sniff out opportunities to make a fortune.

The clinking Silver Coins were issued by logistics officers to soldiers and civilians, and then fell into the purses of squatter street vendors and pawns.

Invisible blood vessels connect Shuangqiao Camp and Shack Street, which is morbidly prosperous thanks to money and blood and sweat.

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Many soldiers and civilians spent more time in Shack Street than in the barracks, but Pierre normally seldom came to Shack Street.

Now walking down the noisy street, Pierre's eyes darkened. He didn't even know which shack the Vashkas were in, and it was useless to shout their names along the street.

In desperation, Pierre began to look at each shack:
A door curtain was opened, and a group of shirtless men were gambling for money, unknown;

Another door was opened The door curtain, a couple of folks are shedding a hen, not here;

Opening another door curtain, a pair of fluffy thighs are working on a pair of white thighs, neither above nor below Wasika...

Pierre's pace was fast and hasty, and the children behind him had to run to keep up with him.

But the dirty child can't be shaken like candy, he kept asking:

"What about the woman? Do you want a woman, sir? Which house on the street has a woman? Sick, which woman is not sick, I know all about it. Free introduction, no tooth fee. Or maybe the boss wants to play two games? Children under the age of ten, but their mouths are full of "women", "cigarettes", "wine", and "gambling", which sounds very funny and very sad.

But Pierre completely ignores the other party. He knows that as long as he responds a little, this little king and eight eggs will get worse.

The children on Shack Street have poisonous eyes, and you can tell at a glance who is not a regular here.

So every time Pierre came to Shack Street, he would be harassed and annoyed in every possible way.

In addition, these children running around in the streets have dirty hands and feet. Even if they call them "sir", they can steal the underpants of the top soldiers if they are not careful.

After dropping the purse once, Pierre always takes his saber with him whenever he goes to Shack Street.

Seeing Dussac in front of him ignoring him, the child who followed Pierre all the way turned his eyes.

He asked mysteriously again, "Sir, do you want any money? If you don't have anything you want to buy, you can sell it. Leather boots, wooden boards, gunpowder, lead, muskets, armor, all you need is You dare to sell, we dare not accept it without it, the price is guaranteed to be fair. If there is no stock, you can sell it with news..."

The already restless Pierre finally couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around and drew his saber, He shouted: "I won't buy anything! I won't sell anything! If you dare to follow me again, I will kill you with a knife!"

But after only running a few steps, he stood and pointed at Pierre's nose and cursed: "You goddamn Tartar! Dussac with maggots! The devil and the donkey. Bastard! Your life is worth less than my ball! When you go to the battlefield and become a solitary soul, unbound ghost, let the crow peck your eyes! Let the wild dog eat your ball! Let the devil take you to hell as a [luan] child!"

After spitting out the fragrance, the child made a face, turned and got into the crowd.

"Don't run away, little bastard!" Pierre was flushed with anger and chased after him.

But where can he catch up, he can only watch the child disappear into the dark alley of Shack Street.

The incompetent and furious Pierre roar towards the sky attracted the attention of passersby and street vendors.

"What's the matter?" Wasika ran out of a shack with her trousers before she had time to tie her belt.

"Follow me back to the camp!" Pierre, who finally found someone, couldn't care less, grabbed Vasya's arm and said hastily, "Here comes a high-ranking officer! The second lieutenant asked everyone to gather."

Washika was also panicked: "What? Grass! Where is my belt?"

"Where are Tommen and Guohuaner?"

"Hey! They're not with me!" Wasika slapped her thigh: "I'll find you."

"Go!" The husband pulled.

"Pierre, did you bring any money?" Wasika asked awkwardly, "I haven't paid the money yet."

Pierre sighed helplessly , reaching for the belt.

After fumbling twice, he suddenly changed color: "My purse! God damn little bastard! He stole my purse again!"

It should be hanging under the belt of the purse , now empty.

The leather cord holding the wallet has been severed by a sharp blade.

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Washka and Pierre hurried back to the camp after finding the other three on Shack Street.

But it was still too late. Lieutenant Colonel Jesska had already returned from the headquarters with three second lieutenants. Three Hundred Men Squads stood in a neat line in the open space.

It was impossible to sneak in, so the Vashka and the others had to approach oneself.

“Ten whips per person.” Lieutenant Colonel one-eyed person gave the sentence coldly, without asking where they went: “Enlisted.”

Five Dusa gram relaxed and hurried back to the queue.

To tell the truth, rather than stand in public and be humiliated, a few people would rather be whipped a few times, which is more comfortable.

Afterwards, other militiamen came back one after another, and Lieutenant Colonel Jesska treated them equally and received ten whips.

The three Hundred Men Squads took nearly two and a half hours to assemble, and the lieutenant colonel led the crowd to stand on the small school field for two and a half hours.

With everyone here, the next should be a lecture from the new commander, but John Jesska saved all of that.

"Execution before the sun goes down." The lieutenant colonel looked towards the three Hundred-Men Commanders with his one eye: "You three do it yourself, and you are responsible for cleaning up your own soldiers. If there is a ten commander, Add five whips, replace."

He then disbanded the three Hundred Men Squads.

But even after receiving the order to disband, the team still stood there, and no one moved. Everyone always feels that there is a missing link, and they don’t know whether to go or not.

The militias find it an unfathomable mystery, but the three ensigns are already a little surprised by the behavior of their new boss.

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You must know that the first thing that Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed said after meeting with their three people was "How did the three of you fall to command the militia?"

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"What do you mean? Knowingly asking?" Hearing this sentence, many thoughts flashed in Winters' mind: "Disappointment? Provocation? Want to provoke us on purpose?"

Second Lieutenant Veneta In the embarrassing situation of Plato, all "Orthodox" officers know something.

[Note: "Orthodox" refers to officers from the Army Officer Academy, also known as Academy or Cobain. It is different from the temporary supplementary officer training class and the army officers who were promoted from the line of fire. The latter two are difficult to be promoted to the officer.]
In any case, there is still a friendship of alumni, so although the Prato Army will never compromise in principle, But most seniors take good care of people like Winters.

In all fairness, the new reclamation resident mayor is actually a very comfortable position. With great power and little restraint, he is like a noble lord locally.

It is a favor for a non-specialist officer to have a post as a town officer for retirement, and it has been sympathetic not to let the Veneta people shovel horse dung like Lieutenant Mason did.

In the vast country of galloping horses, the seniors that Winters met all patted him on the shoulder and comforted him with kindness: "Be patient, hold on, and you can go home when things are resolved."

"How did you fall into commanding the militia?"

It was the first time that someone asked him face-to-face with such words and slapped him in the face unceremoniously.

The three ensigns made eye contact, but no one answered.

No need to speak, seeing Andre's twitching nose and twitching cheeks, Winters knew that Andre was in a rage, and he was just one step away from exploding on the spot.

Winters bumped Andrei's shoulder without a trace.

The words that were about to be blurted out, "This... he... Mom is not nonsense, is it possible that we can't be blamed?" was stuffed back into Andre's throat.

But at this time, the lieutenant colonel asked again: "Why don't you talk? You guys are from Luyuan Academy anyway, so how come you want to fight for jobs with the officers of the Zayuanyuan?"

[Note: Zayuan officers, corresponding to Luyuan officers, refer to professional officers who are not graduates of the Army Officer Academy]
Winters only had a single thought: It's over, Andre is going to blow up.

Lieutenant Montagne's thoughts drifted to "As Andre's Dueling Assistant" and beyond.

The voice at a moderate pace resounded in the room: "Serve the country, no distinction is made. It's the lieutenant colonel, didn't he also come to command us?"

An Andre was taken aback, Winters was taken aback.

Surprisingly, it was Bud, who had the mildest temperament among the three, who was the first to speak up.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was stung, but he wasn't angry.

"It's not a fall, it's a promotion." He showed a smile and said nonchalantly, "I'm worse than you, I just came home from the overseas military area."

Arrived late, not a pigeon, gu gu.

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