Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 191

2021-01-23

Chapter 191 Processing
Time! time! time!

The most important thing right now is time.

As soon as the military supply department moved all the family properties of the blank lions, the Palatine Army immediately set about destroying Bianli—many troops were still on their way back to the main camp.

However, the work of destroying Bian Li was soon stopped.

The rainstorm not only destroyed the gunpowder, but also turned the dry and flammable Bianli into a sponge full of water.

The choking blue smoke filled the city of Bianli, but few houses were actually set on fire.

The house can still be ignited from the inside, the problem is that the fire spreads too slowly.

The fire had to wait for all the water soaked in the grass roof and wooden walls to dry before the flames could pass to the next house.

It's a far cry from the previous situation where the fire followed the wind and the wind supported the fire.

According to the plan before the war, Bianli should be completely destroyed: the city wall will be demolished, the temples and tombs will be razed, all the population will be kidnapped, warn others from following bad examples.

But according to the current situation, if the Palatine army dared to waste time digging a corner of Bianli - a corner in the literal sense, the white lion would wake up laughing in his dreams.

Sackler and Arpad are impossibly wasting their precious gunpowder on blasting city walls.

So the soldiers who demolished the city wall were quickly withdrawn, and Sackler only sent some auxiliary soldiers into the city to set fire to it.

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Winters dropped a torch down the wellhead, and the torch didn’t go out.

"Okay!" Seeing that the well was almost filled, Winters stopped his subordinates: "This well has been abandoned, the next one."

The militiamen carried shovels and shovels , and ran to the next well.

Looking at the dark wall of the well, Winters couldn't help thinking: "How long has the White Lion been preparing for this battle?"

Bianli is adjacent to the confluence river, and the draft should not be difficulty.

But this is actually a thinking trap, because the access to water is too easy, and its importance will be ignored.

Once Bian Li was besieged, if he wanted to go out of the city to fetch water, he would have to risk mortal danger and even be completely strangled to death.

Even when the little lion led his troops to attack Beizhai, he knew that he wanted to intercept and kill the water-fetching soldiers.

The white lion not only did not ignore the drinking water problem, but also prepared a countermeasure - drilling a well.

Winters also entered Bianli, only to find that there are wells in the city, and there are more than a dozen wells, evenly distributed in the residential area.

Bianli is located on a hill, and the terrain is high. It is very difficult to dig a well.

even more how The Confluence River is just outside the city and within easy reach. No one would be stupid enough to dig a well in Bianli—unless he was a white lion.

Going to the next well, Winters sees Pierre and Bell dismembering a dead horse.

The two Dussacs wielded sharp axes and neatly split the corpse of the war horse, bone and flesh.

Darkred's blood flowed all the way to Winters' feet, and horse carcasses were thrown into the well one by one.

Ish, a militiaman from Ganshui Town, was also in the team to fill the well. He muttered in distress: "This is all meat! There is also skin."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ish." Winters recognized the speaker and reassured: "General Sackler has ordered two horses for each Hundred Men Squad. Not afraid of not enough food, but not enough for everyone."

"I can finish it!" Ish's eyes lit up: "I promise to finish it, my lord."

Soon, a horse corpse was thrown into the deep well with its flesh and blood.

According to the guidance of the officer's manual, it is best to use dead animals to destroy wells.

However, in a hurry, Winters couldn't find any sick animals, so he had to make do with horse corpses.

A dozen buckets of human and animal excrement were thrown into the well along with the dead horse.

It didn't disgust the Hurds for a while, but it made the surrounding Platos and Winters nauseated.

After dumping the dirt into the well, the militiamen voluntarily filled the well without Winters' order.

Filling two wells in a row, the militiamen are already familiar with this task.

Pierre grabbed the soil and wiped the blood off his hands, took out a small tube of salt from his pocket and poured it into the well, mutter incantations in his mouth: "[Old language] The Er people have not prospered since then, From now on, the married woman has no color..."

Other people could not understand the old language Pierre used, and they felt that they didn't know why.

“Sprinkle salt?” Winters laughed dumbly: “[Ancient saying] Take the city and kill its inhabitants; demolish the city and sprinkle it with salt?”

This time It was Pierre's turn to be at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

Winters repeated it in Common, asking Pierre: "[Old language] You know the old language?"

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Pierre replied proudly: "[Old language] a little, my mother taught a little, a little at school."

"so that's how it is." Thinking back to Mitch According to Mrs. Ernest's speech and manners, Winters thinks it's no surprise that her son can speak the old language: "Who taught you the ceremony of salt?"

"It wasn't ceremony, or I heard it from my mother when I was a child. Story." Pierre replied sadly.

Winters didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "Pierre, why are the Hurds afraid to sprinkle salt, the sheep on wasteland are all rushing to lick the salt bricks. Salt has been expensive since ancient times, and salt is sprinkled with salt. It's all ceremony sprinkles. Don't waste salt in places like this, just pinch a pinch."

Pierre scratched his head.

The militiamen tore down the walls of the well, then began digging soil, and soon another well was filled.

"Okay!" Winters waved, "Next sip."

 …

The army is on the move.

The whole army has not been assembled yet, and the two battallions have already set off in advance as the vanguard.

Normally, all gear is carried by the soldier himself.

But this time was different. In order to increase the speed of the march, Sackler assigned each Hundred Men Squad a single set of carriages for carrying heavy loads.

The chariots and horses were seized from the Hurds, and it is hard to say how long they will last.

The baggage in the barracks was loaded into carriages, but there was still a lot left.

Initially determined to fight a war of attrition, the Palatine Army took two and a half months to deliver a large amount of baggage—and even had room for officers to transport luxuries.

A mountain of grain piling up in the warehouse next to Legion's headquarters gave Sackler the guts to keep fighting while supply lines were cut off.

Even if the Palatine Army loses its rear supplies, the Hurds in Bianli City must starve to death first.

These supplies are now a burden—because the carriage can't hold it.

"Bring as much as you can." Sackler gritted his teeth and ordered: "If you can't take it and burn it all, not a grain of wheat or grass will be kept for the Hurds. Except for grain and hay , throw away everything else!"

Jesska Battallion's camp, the lieutenant colonel also gave Mason an order: "Nail the artillery and fire doors, and push them all into the heart of the river."

"It will definitely be useful in the future." Mason bowed his head and stood in place not to execute: "They are all good guns." This journey will not be easy, instead of carrying it reluctantly, waiting for the draw horses to break down one by one, and finally having to abandon them. It is better to throw them away at the first, and save the draw horses some strength.”

Mason knew he was wrong and walked out of the tent with a salute.

Four light 3rd-layers, totaling Seven Sects artillery, finally disappeared in the waves of the confluence river.

Along with the cannons were thrown into the Confluence River, along with captured armor and weapons.

The luxury goods that were transported to the officers not far away by the baggage unit were also destroyed.

Robert and Jesska, the two lieutenant colonels, stood by the river, watching the soldiers smash the china with the handle of the knife and throw the whole case of wine directly into the confluence.

"Old fogey still not enough." Jesska's brows knitted together: "Speed comes first, nothing is important except forage and grass. Throw everything. Battle strength products are also tossed. Carry more on your body. a saber, one mile less."

Robert sighed: "You also understand the old fogey, if he forces the people below to hand over the spills of war, the big head soldiers can directly mutiny."

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"Not at all." Jessica shook her head: "Life is the most important thing, go home alive first, and then how about spills of war."

"Remember that fable? That one about gold The fable?" Robert asked back: "There are only a few people who are willing to throw away the gold, and only a few people swim ashore. Most of them are reluctant to let go, and they will throw away the gold just before they drown, but it is too late. Human nature is like this, you and I can't help it, old There's nothing fogey can do."

A thick plume of smoke rose behind the two lieutenant colonels as Camp Prato was burning supplies.

To the south and north, more plumes rose.

It was the Paratus people who were stationed in various places, setting fire to the fortifications and camps.

Winters and Andrei in Bienli also polluted and filled up all the wells.

The smoke in the city gradually became thicker, and Winters and Andre quickly took people out of Bianli.

The crowd slumped on the banks of the Northern Part of City, breathing heavily.

"Go!" Winters licked his chapped lips and urged his men to act: "Don't stay here, go back to camp and rest."

The militiamen slowly got up, Hanging shoulders and dragging tools, follow the Hundred-Men Commander towards the camp.

"Someone is coming!" A militiaman pointed to the front and shouted, "It seems to be a Hurd!" look out.

"It's the Hurd," Winters confirmed, adding: "But it's fine, it's the Hurd captive."

Two infantry battallions escorted the captive and brushed aside the crowd. pass.

Winters' eyes swept across the Hurd crowd, and the Hurd man—to be precise, it should have been the Hurd slave—looked pathetic, painful, and a little numb.

Winters saw the Plato soldiers brutally separating men from women and children, and the Hurd women and children cried.

All Heard men who can ride horses have followed the white lion to break through. The men who remained in the city were either too old or wounded.

Like separating egg whites and egg yolks, the Platonic soldiers separated the Hurd men from the crowd and drove them to continue eastward, towards the beach at the confluence of the two rivers.

The Hurd men understood their fate, and several wounded soldiers shouted in grief and anger, and rushed towards the Plato soldiers in front of them.

But they were wounded and unarmed, where they were the opponents of the fully armed Paratus, and they all died tragically.

Plato's soldiers carried bloody swords and continued to drive the remaining Hurd men to the beach between the two rivers.

"Dispose of all the Hurds." Winters remembered the order relayed by Andre for a moment.

The way the Platonics handled it was execution.

First get rid of the men, the next step is to deal with the women and children.

Captives, Winters also "handled" quite a few.

But women and kids...he hasn't broken through the line yet.

Winters could only feel bitterness in her mouth as she watched the women and children of Heard who were left in place wailing ferociously and miserably.

"Let's go." A heartless person like Andre couldn't bear it. He lowered his head and whispered, "It doesn't look good, let them do it."

"Wait! Don't go!" Winters suddenly squeezed his horse and galloped toward the beach between the two rivers: "I have something to say to the officer in charge of 'dealing with the Hurds'!"

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