Chapter 237 New Life

Most of the farmers in Wolf Town hid in the nearby forest.

Everyone is already very familiar with this process, because when the recruiting teams came one after another earlier, the farmers just went into the old forest.

Many farmers also dug dark cellars in the woods to store grain.

As for Winters, he knew full well that he was the top target and stayed further away.

He crossed the Bighorn River and ran into no man's land.

The wilderness was vast, and he had no shortage of horses. Don't say that Ronald doesn't know where he is, even if he knows where he is, don't even try to catch up with him.

"So this is a rebellion?" The little lion was quite curious: "Why are you being chased everywhere?"

The two of them sat side by side on the hillside. They had the best view within a five-kilometer radius, and anyone who tried to get close would have nowhere to hide.

"After all, it's my first time, so I'm not very experienced yet." Winters smiled and asked, "You said that I'm doing household registration to equalize the people. Can you explain it to me in detail?"

The little lion handed Winters a sweetgrass stick: "It was Rhett [De Xuechan] who taught him, probably weaving the capitals of Guizhou together like a basket. I don't really understand it either, but even if I do , I don’t want to tell you either.”

"Are you a member of the Chihe tribe?"

"No, my brother defeated the Zhuerqin Department and arrested all the Zhuerqin people, so I edited the Zhuerqin people first."

Winters chewed on sweetgrass stalks and pondered the meaning of "weaving the people together like baskets."

The first time the other party mentioned the word "editing households and bringing people together", he smelled something dangerous.

The little lion also chewed the sweet grass stalk and sighed: "Rebellion on the grassland is still simple. Call all the troops and go straight to the opponent's lair. If you win, you win. If you can't, run away. It's fun and clean."

Winters laughed.

"Don't laugh, that's it. Grassland society is loose, and everyone will follow whoever is strong, and the same goes for war. Whenever there is a war, the tribes will get together and elect a leader to be the commander-in-chief. If the leader dies or is defeated in the battle, the army will immediately It will fall apart.”

"What if we win?"

"It will also fall apart." The little lion smiled softly: "But everyone will be in a better mood."

Winters laughed so heartily that he even alerted Bard and Quiver, who were on sentry duty on the other side of the hill.

After laughing, Winters said to the little lion sternly: "Since you told me what happened in the wasteland, I will also tell you something outside the wasteland. I want to teach you how to do business."

"What do you mean?" The little lion frowned slightly.

“Do you know what’s most important in doing business?”

The little lion simply replied: "I don't know."

Winters' eyes were bright: "Capital."

The little lion looked in the direction of Wolf Town: "But your capital is gone."

"Yes, Ronald destroyed my capital." Winters also looked in the direction of Wolf Town and changed the topic: "But if everything goes well, Ronald's capital should have been snatched away by me."

"I asked you why you don't have any soldiers here." The little lion said with a smile: "I also want to advise you, why not come to me as soon as possible, at least you won't be chased around. Since you have the capital, do you want to Doing business with my brother?"

"That's right."

"Okay." The little lion wiped off the dust on his hands and pulled out a rope: "We can talk about the price of the captives."

"I will not use this capital to ransom prisoners, I will use it to do bigger business." Winters smiled and said: "So, I actually want to buy it on credit."

The little lion was speechless, his Adam's apple twitching: "This...

Andre interrupted the little lion with a loud shout: "South! Someone is coming here!"

Winters and the little lion jumped up and ran towards the horse.

"They really came here." Andre said angrily: "Isn't Ronald tired? Why don't you hurry back to Gevaudan? Why are you hanging around here with us? Can we save some energy for everyone?"

"If it were you, you could come faster than him." Bud was saddled on the horse.

Bud's yellow horse is no longer there, and so is Andre's precious black horse. They are both now riding horses sent by Little Lion.

The people resting on the hillside were saddled in the blink of an eye: Winters, Bud, Andre, and two Dussacs, as well as the young lion and his six guards.

In addition to riding horses, each person also has three slave horses tied to their saddles.

Even if Ronald sprouts two more legs, he won't be able to catch up.

"I have another gift, which I wanted to give to you when I left." The little lion smiled and said, "I'll give it to you now."

He whistled.

A quiverman took out a roll of cloth—no, a flag—from his saddlebag.

"Could it be?" Andre's eyes suddenly widened.

Winters couldn't help but recognize what it was.

"Yes, it is." The little lion laughed: "It was the flag you were wrapped in when I found you. My brother asked me to bring it to you."

Winters took the flags of the former Jessica Battalion and the rear Montagne Battalion and put them in his arms.

"Let's go!" He pulled the reins lightly.

"Wait!" Andre stopped everyone. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the visitor: "It seems to be one of ours. It seems to be Heinrich!"

Winters looked closely and saw the two horses running towards the hillside.

The horse on the left is the sentinel he sent to monitor Gevaudan's army, and the horse on the right is Heinrich.

Heinrich returned to Plato with Bader. Because of the chaos of war, he could not find his grandfather, so he stayed in the army and served as a military policeman under Bader.

Bud reunites with Winters, and he returns to Winters' side.

While everyone else went to fight Gevaudan, Winters left Heinrich at Wolftown.

The eldest grandson of the famous teacher Franz is quiet and steady.

Winters liked him very much and sent him and Ciel to protect the women.

Seeing clearly that the person coming was Heinrich, Winters immediately galloped down the hillside to meet Heinrich.

"What's wrong?" Winters asked, his face showing no emotion.

"It's Miss Mitchell! The other ladies and ladies are fine!" Heinrich spoke concisely, but his eyes rarely showed panic: "There is a pregnant mare with dystocia and is staying at the Mitchell Manor. Miss Mitchell He sneaked back while I wasn't paying attention!"

…

At the same time, the city of Gevaudan.

The battle is completely over.

All the defenders were disarmed, bound, and imprisoned.

The uncollected corpses lying on the street told the citizens that the battle at dawn was not their dream.

During the siege last night, the citizens of Gévaudan heard the siege force claiming to be the "new land reclamation army coming to quell the chaos."

They discovered it at dawn.

What came was the New Reclamation Legion, which was clearly the "Blood Wolf Gang" that they had heard about for a long time.

And what the "Blood Wolf Gang" did was just like bandits entering the city.

Carriages drove into Gevaudan one after another, with a strong attitude that they would not give up until everything was empty.

Gevaudan was in chaos at the moment. Winters' soldiers did not have military uniforms and were identified only by the red belts tied on their shoulders.

Many gangsters saw an opportunity to fish in troubled waters. They tied red ribbons on their shoulders and started smashing, looting and burning.

The refugees outside the city also discovered the chaos in Gevaudan. They were oppressed, hungry and angry, and now they found a window to vent.

A large number of refugees poured into Jevaudan and, instigated by local gangsters, grabbed food and goods.

The Cathedral of Gévaudin was even attacked. The gangsters in the city brought the victims from outside the city into the church, and God failed to keep his temple safe.

In the chaos, Angelou took more than 20 carriages and went straight to the garrison of Jevaudan.

Pierre caught up behind him and shouted angrily: "Gou'er! What are you doing? Go to the grain depot, the treasury, and the arsenal!"

"No!" Angelou replied stubbornly: "Lieutenant Bader made it clear that he would rather not have gold or silver, but must take away the archives of Gévaudin's garrison completely."

"Files are of no use! In this world, those are just fucking pieces of paper! Go to the granary!"

"Lieutenant Bader wants me to move the archives!" Angelou became more stubborn.

Pierre couldn't control the stubborn young stable boy: "Okay, go ahead and I'll give you fifteen carts! Not even one more cart!"

The young stable boy drove the carriage to the garrison archives.

Pierre looked at the chaos on the street: a man with a red belt on his shoulder—who didn’t know who—smashed open the door, dragged the owner of the house to the street and beat him up, and victims in ragged clothes also participated. in;

Many sneaky guys ran into the alley carrying gold, silver and porcelain bottles and disappeared without a trace.

"Fuck!" Pierre couldn't help but yell.

"This won't work!" Pierre thought to himself: "I have to go find Lieutenant Juan!"

Just as Pierre was thinking this, a Dussac galloped up.

"Pierre Giladnovitch!" the visitor shouted from a distance: "Mr. A and Mr. B want you to go see them immediately!"

…

According to Scarlett's calculations, Botayun's due date should be late August.

Her calculations were wrong, because horses will mate multiple times during breeding to ensure they can get pregnant.

Botayun's due date is actually early September.

But until the day before yesterday - September 20th, Botayun still showed no sign of giving birth.

During this time, Scarlett was so anxious that she suffered from insomnia. She stayed by Botayun's side all night long, never leaving.

Until noon yesterday, Botayun suddenly started to have contractions.

At the same time, Mr. Montagne sent Charles and Heinrich - everyone in Wolf Town must immediately hide in the forest as they had practiced before, because the Gévaudan gang is coming.

In order to ensure that the secrets were not leaked, the number of insiders of the combat plan was kept to a minimum, and even the female relatives were the last to know.

Only the officers knew the full picture of the battle plan.

Winters led the people of Wolf Town to conduct two evacuation drills in the name of guarding against gangs.

When I was waiting for the real deal, I happened to encounter Botayun's production.

Botayun lay in the haystack and neighed in pain, but the foal still didn't come out.

Charles and Heinrich carried Scarlett away almost by force.

But Scarlett completely inherited her father's stubbornness. Without Charles and Heinrich paying attention, Scarlett got into the woods and ran back to Mitchell Manor.

At this moment, Scarlett is facing a great crisis.

Two Gévaudan soldiers broke into the Mitchell Manor. They took whatever they saw and smashed whatever they couldn't take away.

It was smashed from the first floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the first floor.

A soldier broke into a room on the second floor and suddenly shouted to another person: "I found the room of the rich man's lady!"

Another soldier ran over in a panic and stood still at the door of the room.

The two stood there for a while, then one of the soldiers suddenly fell down on the bed and sniffed hard.

"If I could sleep with a rich man's girl, my life would be worth it!" he shouted.

The other soldier followed suit.

The two first rubbed against the sheets and pillows, but soon this way of venting their desires could no longer satisfy them.

One of them thrust a knife into the pillow and tore at it like crazy.

Duck down was flying in the room, like a heavy snowfall.

"Wait!" Another soldier grabbed his companion: "What's the sound?"

They heard the neighing of horses.

Following the sound, the two found their way to the stables, just in time to block Scarlett inside.

Scarlett, wearing dirty trousers, an old shirt, and her hair tied up, looked more than a little like a boy.

But the delicate facial features inherited from her mother cannot be concealed by clothes.

The two Gévaudan soldiers looked dumbfounded.

The older one has not touched a woman for a long, long time since he was recruited into the army.

The younger one has never touched a woman.

Scarlett grabbed the pitchfork. Although she was panicked, she did not scream: "My father is Dusac, and my brother is also Dusac. If you dare to touch me, I will kill you and then commit suicide!"

"Even if she's not the rich man's lady! She's still the groom's daughter!" the older soldier shouted and rushed towards the girl like crazy.

"Someone!" Scarlett screamed and stabbed the man who had turned into a beast.

The older soldier bumped into the pitchfork, and the sharp pitchfork pierced his abdomen.

"You!" he shouted in panic, "you killed me!"

"You!" he yelled angrily, "You killed me!"

"You damn little bitch!" The soldier was furious, with the pitchfork still hanging on his belly, he pulled out his saber and howled wildly, swinging it at the girl: "I'll kill you!"

Scarlett screamed and moved away, but never let go of the pitchfork.

The younger soldier was stunned.

The sound of horse hooves comes from far to near.

Two officers rushed into the stable, one behind the other.

With just one look, the two officers understood what was happening.

The younger soldier was so frightened that he peed his pants: "Ro...Major Ronald...Captain Epel..."

With a livid face, Major Ronald dragged the older soldier down and kicked the latter hard in the jaw.

The soldier was kicked until he fainted.

Epel knew exactly what he had to do. He drew his sword, killed the soldier who fell to the ground, and took the other soldier who was standing stupidly out of the stable.

"Are you okay?" Ronald asked the girl kindly.

Scarlett still held the pitchfork in her hand. She looked at the strange officer in horror, her chest rising and falling violently.

"Why didn't you leave..." Ronald's eyes moved to the white horse in the stable.

As an officer from the cavalry department, he quickly figured out the cause and effect: "Is it because of her?"

Ronald walked into the stable and leaned over to examine the white horse.

Seeing the unfamiliar officer approaching Botayun, the nervous Scarlett screamed and stabbed him.

Ronald reacted quickly and missed the pitchfork with the hilt of his sword: "Calm down, little girl. She is having a difficult delivery, and I can help you."

Hearing the word "dystocia", Scarlett's fear was temporarily suppressed.

Then fear came over her, tears came to her eyes, and Scarlett sobbed and cried.

Major Ronald was helpless when facing the crying little girl, and his attention quickly returned to the white horse.

"When is the due date?" Ronald asked.

"The fourth week of August," cried Scarlett, trying to wipe away her tears.

"Don't wipe it, your hands are so dirty, you'll get eye problems!" Ronald reluctantly took out the handkerchief and handed it to the girl.

He knelt on the ground and looked at the cervix: "The foal is too big and the position seems to be wrong. The mare cannot give birth... Is this the first calf?"

"I...I don't know..."

Ronald rolled up his sleeves: "We have to drag the foal out! Go and find me two thick hemp ropes! I want thick ones, the thicker the better!"

There is the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near again.

After a while, a man walked into the stable.

Hearing the footsteps, Ronald raised his head happily: "Epel, you came just in time, come and help..."

His smile froze on his face, because before him was the face of Winters Montagne.

"Where's Epel?" Ronald asked.

"Collapsed, not dead." Winters replied.

Scarlett cried and threw herself into Winters' arms.

"You...and her...you?" Major Ronald was speechless.

Winters patted Scarlett gently on the back and asked, "What's wrong with Bottayun?"

"Difficult labor. When will she start having contractions?"

"Last night," Scarlett replied, wiping her tears.

"The foal may not be able to survive. The fetus is not in the right position. If we do it now, we can still save the mare."

"I'm here to help." Winters also started to roll up his sleeves.

Ronald nodded.

The infantry officer assisted the cavalry officer, and the two tried to deliver Botayun.

Ronald washed his hands and reached into the mare's cervix, groping for it.

Botayun was stimulated and kicked his hind hooves hard on Winters.

Winters snorted.

Scarlett hurriedly knelt beside Botayun and gently rubbed the horse's side neck.

"It's okay, don't be afraid..." She comforted the horse and subconsciously hummed a childhood song: "Edelweiss, edelweiss, open to welcome me in the morning; small and white, clean and bright..."

"Found it!" Ronald, with a sullen face, suddenly shouted excitedly.

He gritted his teeth and dragged with difficulty.

As the major's body moved backward little by little, a pair of small horse hooves protruded from the cervix.

"Belt!" Ronald yelled.

Winters quickly took off his belt.

"And mine!"

The major's belt was also removed.

Ronald gasped: "Put it on! Put it on the hoof!"

Two belts were tied around the foal's ankles.

"Pull hard! Push in one direction! Don't break it!"

After hearing this, Winters wrapped the two belts around his hands, took a deep breath, and began to exert force.

Botayun was in pain and it screamed in pain.

Scarlett cried and hugged the horse, humming the song intermittently: "Flowers as white as snow... May your fragrance... bloom... grow... forever..."

First came the translucent fetal membranes, then the foal's legs.

Suddenly, the foal's body got stuck.

Winters had used a lot of force, but he couldn't use more force.

The foal's legs looked so fragile that even a little more force would hurt it.

"Harder!" Ronald helped out and yelled at the clumsy infantry officer: "Harder! It can withstand it!"

Winters gritted his teeth and slowly increased his strength.

"The head is exposed!" Ronald was extremely surprised: "Hard!"

First there is a small tip of the nose, and then the foal's head gradually protrudes from the cervix.

Ronald methodically cleaned the foal's nasal cavity, held the foal's head and neck, and assisted Winters in dragging it outward.

The foal has its eyes open and is covered with a layer of light white afterbirth.

After the head and neck extended out of the cervix, the pulling force fed back by the belt to Winters suddenly decreased.

The foal was dragged out of the mother's womb smoothly.

With a "pop" sound, the foal's hind hooves also left the cervix.

The light white afterbirth, connected to the red placenta, also left Botayun with the foal.

Botayun's belly deflated, and he lay exhausted in the hay, panting.

"Successful!" Scarlett kissed Botayun: "Successful!"

"Is it alive?" Winters didn't dare to look, because the major said the foal was stillborn.

"Still alive! Oh my god! Breathe!" Major Ronald took off his shirt and wiped the foal's nose, head and body: "Breathe! Breathe and you will live!"

The light yellow amniotic fluid stained the major's uniform, but he didn't mind at all.

Winters quickly took off his shirt and handed it to the major.

The lucky child's breathing was weak at first, then gradually became strong, and his chest began to rise and fall.

It is somewhere between gray and black, completely different from its silver-gray father and pure white mother.

"You are so beautiful." Winters knelt beside the lucky child and gently stroked its wet mane.

"What a big guy! Holy body!" Ronald wiped the foal's body ecstatically and kept mumbling: "No wonder the mare has dystocia! How can it grow so big? God!"

He lifted the foal's hind legs and examined them carefully.

"It's still a little stallion!" Ronald concluded.

Scarlett laughed through her tears, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"Is the mare yours?" Ronald asked Winters.

"His father was my partner." Winters suddenly recalled Qiang Luck's beautiful posture when he was running: "But he is no longer here."

Major Ronald's movements stagnated and he said bitterly: "There's nothing we can do about it. Give this little guy a name! Don't worry, it will definitely be a great war horse in the future."

"No!" Winters' eyes filled with tears: "I hope he never goes to the battlefield."

Almost as soon as the foal is born, it wants to stand up.

It blinked, stumbled to its knees, and fell again.

Scarlett tried to help the foal.

Ronald stopped the girl: "Let her stand up on her own."

After several failures and repeated attempts, Qiang Yun's son finally stood up on his four legs.

Its legs are still very slender, but almost as long as an adult horse.

Although it stood tremblingly, it finally relied on its own strength to stand stubbornly on the ground.

Winters hugged Qiang Luck's son.

The foal didn't know why the human in front of him was so gentle to him - it didn't even have the concept of human beings, it just felt that it liked the smell of the "things" in front of it.

It licked Winters' cheek gently.

"I've thought of his name." Two tears slid down Winters' face: "His name is Changsheng."

…

Winters and Ronald, two tired men, sat side by side outside the stable.

Scarlett was in the stable, helping Botayun feed Changsheng.

Major Ronald leaned against the wall, fumbled for a pipe, and slowly pressed the crushed tobacco leaves.

The smoke was pressing hard, but he couldn't make a fire no matter what - his hands were trembling and he couldn't hit the fire sickle accurately.

Winters took the pipe and returned it with the tobacco already lit.

Ronald took a nice breath and slowly exhaled the mist: "What strain is its father?"

"Lucia horse."

"No wonder." Ronald smiled knowingly: "Don't look at it now. It is a little black horse. When it grows up, it will fade and turn into light gray little by little."

"Um."

Ronald continued to smoke and the two sat in silence.

"You fought beautifully this time."

"Thanks."

"How long ago did you start preparing?"

Winters answered honestly: "More than a month ago, I went to Gevaudan at that time."

"Then when did you consider us your enemies?"

"Earlier."

"No wonder." Ronald said with a smile: "No wonder your kid didn't come to see me when he came to Gevaudan."

Winters smiled too.

The two fell into silence again.

Ronald smiled bitterly and said: "The term bandit suppression really looks down on you. You are qualified to use the term civil war.

I originally thought that I would be the first to fire the first shot in the civil war in the new land. But looking at it now, no matter how you calculate it, you fired the first shot.

But are you ready? Jevaudan, Maplestone City, the newly cultivated land... and even the entire Plato. are you ready? "

"No." Winters shook his head: "But I will try my best to keep going."

Major Ronald exhaled a cloud of blue mist from his lungs. He pointed at the dissipated smoke and said lightly: "The warmth at this moment is like this smoke. It will dissipate in the blink of an eye. The civil war is very cruel, maybe It's crueler than you and my worst imagination, so take it seriously."

"I'm leaving." Major Ronald wiped away the ashes on the wall: "If we meet again, it will be life and death."

He stood up and walked towards the horse.

Winters looked at the major's back: "Thank you for lending a helping hand today."

Ronald waved his hand without looking back: "Thank you for not killing me today."

…

Winters leaves with Scarlett, Botayun and Changsheng.

Ronald also rejoined his troops.

"Let's go." The major looked a little uninterested. He summoned the centurions: "It seems that Montagne can't be captured. He has been planning for a long time and will not give us such a chance. Withdraw and return to Gevaudan. .”

Second Lieutenant Adam asked tentatively: "There are still some unharvested crops in the surrounding villages. In addition to the crops, there are also houses... Do you want to burn them?"

"Burn? Why burn?" Ronald asked nonchalantly.

Second Lieutenant Adam answered bravely: "The people here are die-hard elements who support the Montagne gang and are no different from gangsters. Burning their food and houses will weaken the foundation of the Montagne gang."

"Hahahaha!" Ronald laughed miserably: "Farmers would rather follow the gangsters than help me, the official resident officer. Is it us who have the problem? Or do they have the problem? Bandits can't burn houses or crops. There is no such thing as coming out! Keep it, just to save us a few days in purgatory after death."

The two groups of Gévaudan soldiers were assembled and embarked on the road back to Gévaudan.

At the same time, two messengers were rushing to Wolf Town on a starry night.

One of the messengers is Lieutenant Istvan, who will bring news to Major Ronald: the Montagne gang has not withdrawn from Gevaudan. Instead, they occupied the city.

The other messenger was Pierre Michel, who would bring Winters a message: execute Plan B.

…

Operation plan A: move the tiger away from the mountain, conquer Jevaudan, take away all the supplies that can be taken away, and continue to accumulate strength;

Operation Plan B [Backup]: Move the tiger away from the mountain, occupy Jevaudan, annihilate Ronald's troops, and completely bring Tiefeng County under control.

[The emotions of the previous chapter, this chapter, and these two chapters are coherent. It should have been released together, but I couldn't finish it in one go. ]

[Whether this chapter is an additional update depends on whether the author updates it tomorrow (Wednesday, 20210203). If it is updated tomorrow, it means that this chapter will be updated. On the contrary, it means it is not (face covering)]

[But this chapter is very big, 7144 words, one chapter is worth two chapters, so it is actually an extra update]

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[As mentioned in the previous chapter, the battle is almost over. The rest is an episode involving Major Ronald and some unknown gangster]

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