Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 85

2021-01-23

Chapter 85 Enslaved Freemen

The raid on Redpine Manor was a decision made by the three warrant officers after discussion , not only because Lieutenant Colonel Contel, who had a lead in his abdominal cavity, needed a doctor, but also because they urgently needed a channel to obtain information from the outside world.

The biggest problem of the entire group is that they don't know anything about the battle situation. Did the third Legion launch a second attack? Where is the attack going?
Winters and Andre in particular, both of whom think the impossible has been hiding in the Tanirian vacuum. Even if you want to hide, it should be "active" hiding, that is, to get information as much as possible and then move flexibly, instead of burying your head in the sand like an ostrich and praying that the Tanirians won't bump into you.

For this reason, Red Pine Manor was the perfect target. The plantation owner had a high social status and was well-informed; the Red Pine Manor was remote and not easily exposed; and most importantly, Kalman was a doctor—although it was said that he mainly relied on bloodletting to cure diseases.

Before Winters and Kalman could say anything, a ten commander hurriedly walked in and reported to him, "Something happened, and three of our people were broken."

Winters quietly left Karman to Andre and strode out the door.

"What's the matter?" Winters did not speak until he had left the house, his attitude very calm.

But his ten commander was a little panicked: "One person went to check the house on the west side, but he didn't come out after he went in. The other two went in to find him, the same thing."

This ten commander is a veteran of more than ten years, a senior sergeant, and the right-hand man of Winters. He has won the trust of several warrant officers, but even he is brow beaded with sweat and looks panicked.

“Let me go.” Winters frowned.

Outside the wood house on the west side of the house, the remaining soldiers stood a few meters away from the door and stretched their necks to look inside, but they didn't dare to approach.

The house is pitch-dark, and there seems to be a wild beast dormant in the darkness, swallowing all the light particles.

The soldiers saluted when they saw Warrant Officer Montavie approaching. Bud saw that the raid on Squad had succeeded, and he also rushed here with two musketeers.

"What's the matter?" Bud asked softly.

"I don't know either, I only know that three of us went in." Winters looked towards the ten commander: "Did you hit the torch when you went in?"

" The second batch of people went in to fight." The ten commander explained anxiously: "But after we entered, our people called out, and then it went dark again. Hundred-Men Commander, there must be something evil in here."

“Is there a back door?”

“No, just this one door. One door in and one out.”

“torch!”

A torch was handed over to Winters, who drew his saber and led two other soldiers into the dark wood house.

The firelight is reflected in the near distance, and the wood house is separated by two curtains by the door.

Winters picked up the curtain with his saber, and behind it was another curtain, and who didn't.

He chopped off the rope that hung the curtain, and led the soldiers to explore the depths of the room. The entire wood house is divided into smaller spaces by curtains.

Suddenly, Winters heard the crunch of wood under pressure overhead. He knew something was wrong, and immediately took a step back.

But the thing that attacked him moved very fast, jumping off the beam and overturning him. Only then did Winters realize that it wasn't something evil, it was people.

The two soldiers who came in with him shouted twice before going silent, and the torch was extinguished.

Winters fell to the ground, his torch extinguished by a hand reaching out from behind the curtain. The attacker who jumped down and attacked him pressed down on Winters and scuffled with him, twisting Winters' right hand almost one hundred and eighty degrees.

But the machete was still held firmly in Winters' hands, and suddenly he entered the darkness and his eyes did not adjust, and he could see nothing. More people came out behind the curtains, trying to hold Winters' limbs down.

Winters in Desperate moved towards Riding Raider fiercely for a headbutt. His forehead hit a hard object, making his skull ache.

But apparently he hit the right spot and gave the opponent a hard blow, and the attacker let go of his right hand with a scream.

"Attack!" Winters shouted a secret signal, and his right hand, which was restored to freedom, held the machete and stabbed the enemy in the dark.

However, there was no feeling of piercing the human body, and the other party quickly distanced himself from Winters.

"[Language that Winters does not understand]" A hoarse, old voice came from further down the house: "[Language that Winters did not understand]"

The others tried together. The hand holding Winters was removed, and Winters, who had regained his freedom, stood up on his back.

At this time, Bud had also led the remaining soldiers to the wood house.

Under the light of the fire, Winters finally saw who was in the room.

A group of people with chains on their hands gathered in the corner of the wood house. The woman and some children were in the innermost corner, and the other men stood outside protecting the women and children.

This group of people was vaguely headed by an old man with a gully face. The old man leaned on a long stick of dead wood and stood in the crowd trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But his eyes were bright.

"We don't want to bleed." The old man looked towards Winters, his voice hoarse like glass slag being squeezed and rubbed, and he said in blunt, strangely accented common language: "Uninvited guest."

"Where are my soldiers?" Winters asked in a deep voice.

The old man spit out something that Winters couldn't understand. Several thin black men complied and carried out the Winters subordinate who had just disappeared after entering the house from the back of another corner.

Bard immediately took a look around and put his hand on the soldier's neck.

After checking, Bud nodded

to Winters, indicating that he was just knocked out and had a pulse.

A half-eldest boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old was supporting the old man. Winters knew this half-eldest boy with a wound on his chin and blood on the corner of his mouth.

Nearly fell into the hands of such a brat, Winters was in a very complicated mood. He pointed at the half-eldest boy with a machete and asked, "You just sneak attacked me, right?"

"If I were to use a knife, too." The half-sized boy with the chain on his hand spat a mouthful of blood, and replied in blunt common language: "Is it your turn to ask me now?"

Seeing the chains and residences on these people, Winters has roughly guessed what these people are. He put the knife in the sheath and asked tepidly, "Are you the slaves of this plantation?"

The black and thin half-sized boy was furious and was about to explode, but was caught by his side. old man stopped.

"We are not slaves, we are. enslaved. Free. Free people." But you, who are you?"

"We are free people who are not enslaved." Winters didn't seem to reveal too much to the other party.

"You...are you from Veneta?" The old man narrowed his eyes and exposed the identity of the other party: "By the sea, a free man enslaved by gold."

Winters gave a dry laugh.

"So it seems that your republic has captured the Red Iwo Island?"

Winters eyelids twitched, this slave old man's news is actually quite well-informed, he laughed, didn't move "You'll know."

"Oh..." Hearing Winters' answer, the old man sighed slightly, his expression darkened, and he quickly regained his strength: "I Understood, don't worry, we will work as usual tomorrow. Now, please leave, we are going to rest."

The old man said a few words to other slaves in unfamiliar language, the room The men, women and children in the corner moved. Ignoring the existence of Winters entire group, they each minding their own business began to re-tie the severed curtains, lay mats on the floor, and literally go to sleep.

The Veneta people were stunned and were "pushed out" of the wood house where the slaves lived in confusion.

"By the way, there is a wood house in the north, and some people live there." When it was delivered to the door, the old man added another sentence.

Going in unfathomable mystery, and coming out unfathomable mystery, Veneta people can't figure out what's going on.

Bard said nothing since he entered the house, and didn't say a word to Winters until he came out: "Judging from their physical characteristics, these people seem to be Herdese."

The soldiers next to him were even more confused when they heard the word 'Hard', but the ten commander looked thoughtful.

"The Hurds? How did the Hurds become slaves on the archipelago?" Recalling the knowledge in the book, Winters was also surprised: "Aren't the Hurds in the Great West? Better than the Republic of Palatu. Go west.”

“Because it is next to Palatu, the Hurds will be taken to Taniri Adams slaves, and the Palatu people have a tradition of selling their captives as slaves , and even specialize in looting and selling." Bud explained briefly.

Winters and the rest of the soldiers came to a realization.

"This group of platoons can really do anything." A soldier lightly snorted, said disdainfully: "Taking believers as slaves, you are not afraid of going to hell!"

p>

"The Hurds don't believe in our gods, they are heretic." Bud corrected the soldier, he thought about it and frowned and said: "But we are really difficult to deal with, using heretic as slaves can penetrate the province There's a loophole in the law, but Veneta's law prohibits slavery of any kind. So technically we're breaking the law by continuing to imprison them."

"Let them go and we'll die. This is an island, surrounded by the sea, where can they run?” Winters said glumly: “Hmph, this old man, he’s smart, we break the chains apart and they won’t run, he’s seen through us. It's false."

"Then we... a manor of nearly 100 acres has at least thirty or forty slave laborers, and we have killed all the guards in charge of them..." Bud was embarrassed Said: "Then do we still have to score a few people to take over the guard's work?"

Winters took a deep breath: "Be a pirate first, then a bandit. This is a good time, to the slave master. Watching with five people, don't let them run away."

The soldiers laughed.

"The old man said that there are some slaves in other places?" Winters said to Bud indifferently: "Let a few people over there and have a look.

Bud nodded , and led a few soldiers to the north.

After a while,
another soldier trotted all the way to report to Winters: "Hundred-Men Commander, Warrant Officer Bard is calling for you. One more trip. ”

In a shack further north, the slaves living in it are very different from the Heards, and they are obviously more like Winters and Bard.

The slaves here are all It's from the Gulf of Cenas.

Here, two warrant officers accidentally bump into an acquaintance.

When Winters arrives, he sees a man crying while hugging Bud's thigh Snot and tear.

"You...you are..." Winters recognized the man at a glance, but couldn't name him: "You are...you are the one from the Skua. Fat...that captain? ”

——Cut——

The next day.

Morning, breeze.

The red sulphur port today is no longer what it used to be The busy scene of the pier is now cold and cheerless, and there is not a big boat in the bay.

Only a few seagulls remain on the pier, staring at the undulating water in a daze.

Kalman, the owner of the Red Pine Manor, brought a truckload of meat, vegetables, wine, and his nephew to the "Lao Jun" in the Red Sulphur Port.

Said to be Lao Jun, but in fact he came here Take a look at the long-term workers. For small and medium-sized plantations like Red Pine Manor, there are fewer than fifty slaves working in the fields, and there are only seven armed guards.

Outsiders think that the guards are private soldiers, but in fact The guards of the small plantation are essentially long-term workers. Unlike the slaves, they are paid and carry weapons. The slaves who catch escape are part-time jobs.> After all, a small plantation can't afford full-time soldiers. Fortunately, this is an island, and there is nowhere to escape, so slave escapes are rare, and the occasional escape can't get far.

The Red Sulfur Island Council is of course aware of the situation of a small plantation like Red Pine Manor. Therefore, Red Pine Manor's apportionment is mainly money, not manpower.

But even so, Red Pine Manor Two men between the ages of twenty and forty, skilled in the use of muskets, are also required to provide the council with their own weapons and ammunition, as well as their salaries and possible pensions.

In the noisy tavern, two unfortunate long-term workers who were unlucky to draw a bad lot were drinking and complaining with the owner. Kalman was both comforting and promising.

Kalman's nephew Sitting next to my uncle, never interrupting, just listening humbly. Whoever's glass is empty, he will immediately fill it up with a bottle.

The two guards looked at this humble and gentle man The youngster was very pleasing to the eye, and the older guard said straight in his heart: "Master's nephew was a little villain when he was a child, didn't expect, didn't expect, but he has grown up after six or seven years. ”

……

The carriage shone on the stone pavement, moved towards the direction away from the port of Red Sulphur.

Kalman showed the covered comment The pass, which will be lacquered and printed, passed the checkpoint smoothly as when it came. The red sulfur port is now strictly under martial law, and civilians must hold a pass to enter and exit.

On the edge of the town, hundreds of migrant workers were recruited Working in a frenzy, widening and deepening the original moat, and using the excavated soil to build an earthen barrier around the red sulphur port.

Winters sees all of this and keeps it in mind .

Of course he sees more than that.

From the main road of Chisulfur Port, there are wooden stakes every ten meters, and the top of each stake is nailed A human head. The weather was hot and humid, and the human head had already begun to rot, giving off a stench, attracting crows to peck at it.

These heads were all taken from the corpses of Veneta.

In this way, the Red Sulphur Harbor Council declared victory to everyone on the island.

They were also intimidating the islanders, because not only were there "enemy" stakes, but also The stakes on which "traitors" were nailed.

Winters looked at the stakes, and there were no words to describe his extreme anger at the moment, trembling all over, almost gnashing his teeth.

"I've done everything you asked me to do, and the council will never let me go. "Kalman asked in a low voice: "Please let my wife and daughter go away and let them go to my father-in-law's house." They won't leak a shred of it, and I can stay on bail. ”

Through continuous clichés, Winters had learned the situation. After leaving the ambush circle, the Veneta fleet immediately blocked the port of Red Sulphur. Winters, the squad, was surrounded by the Tanirians, and now the Tanirians were surrounded by the Veneta fleet.

The Red Sulphur Council established camps at several possible landing sites, and the Third Legion launched several tentative attacks from the northern beaches without success.

Winters judged that the third Legion lost little, because although the Red Sulphur Harbor Council claimed a big victory, but in recent days no new head stakes have been erected, and no other can boast martial arts. Evidence.

This proves that the third Legion took away the bodies of the fallen soldiers and retreated in an orderly manner even if the attack failed.

The main force in the last few battles with the 3rd Legion has been the militia and the guards of the Tanilla Union. The council has realized that the pirates are unusable, and most of the pirate troops have been sent to the unimportant defense. part.

"As long as you don't do anything that threatens our safety, your family's safety can be completely guaranteed. We're not gangsters, we're trapped here."

"This..." After thinking about it, Calman hesitated before making up his mind. He hesitantly said, "Maybe I have a way to... send you out."

I wrote half last night and half this morning. I found that just like when I was studying, I found a lot of low-level mistakes in the papers I did after ten o'clock in the evening, but I didn't notice them at night, and my thinking was slow. So I found that "the later I write, the worse I write" (covering my face)

Thanks to the book friends who voted for the recommendation before, thank the book friends writersblock, justice and purity is koala, Yuan Hong Gradually recommended votes.

(end of this chapter)