When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 722: Barracks and Wind-Powered Winding Machine
"Oh, damn it! Constance's son!"

Looking at the bloody fingers, old Laffer quickly stuffed the fingers covered with bread crumbs into his mouth.

Several recruits around burst into teasing laughter.

Old Laffer stared: "What are you laughing at?"

Three days had passed since the previous minor friction, and old Laffer had become familiar with this group of new recruits in the barracks.

Sitting in front of the only fireplace, the honeycomb coals emitted billowing heat, cooking peas, sausage scraps and bread soup into a pot of hot and sticky porridge.

Bandaging it with a strip of cloth, old Laffer continued to whittle pieces of black bread with his hands, which had ironwood splinters embedded in the nails.

The bread fell into the soup like sawdust, and the crumbs mixed with a few drops of yellow water from frostbite fell into the soup pot.

Sitting on a straw mat covered with animal skins, ten pairs of hungry eyes stared at the soup pot.

You know, before the spring thaw, the supplies in Xiongjianbao will be very tight, and even for training new recruits, the conditions cannot be very good.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, old Lav looked around the barracks in front of him. The wooden house was low and gloomy, with ten bunks lined up along the wall.

The snoring echoed under the beams, fermenting into a sour and rancid smell that was a combination of foot odor, body odor, and penile odor.

It was not the first time that old Lav had killed someone, but for some reason, the fight with the knight three days ago could never be forgotten by him.

He sensed a long-lost aura of danger from the sheep thief with extraordinary martial arts skills, just as if he had been surrounded by a pack of wolves before.

Just as old Lavro was lost in thought, the sound of the iron greaves hitting the ground startled the crows on the beam and woke up old Lavro.

Donovan, the instructor of the Hundred-Man Recruit Team, rushed in at lunchtime, and the recruits who were lying on the beds wrapped in blankets immediately stood up to greet him.

Donovan held the military judge's roster in his gauntlet, and glanced at the ten people present with a gloomy look: "Who among you is Laver Hunter?"

"I am." Old Laffer came out immediately, lowering his head and not looking at Donovan. "What can I do for you, instructor?"

"Don't call me Sir. Do you want me to be interviewed by the chaplain?" Donovan turned a page in the roster impatiently. "You killed a sheep thief?"

"Uh, yes." Old Laffer turned and pointed at Kaler, "He can testify..."

"No need to go through so much trouble. Where do you think I got this list?" Donovan picked up the pen and ticked the name of old Laffer. Then he took out an iron nameplate and threw it to him. "You are the captain of the ten-man team of new recruits. You will lead them to the parade ground tomorrow."

Old Laffer did not feel much joy when he received the iron nameplate.

Although Captain Ten has a higher salary and greater opportunities for promotion, he still has to be alive to get it.

Old Laver stroked the dent on the edge of the nameplate, his throat tightened, and after thinking about it, he called Donovan: "Instructor, I have something to report."

Donovan tapped the ground with his boot heel, and turned around with narrowed eyes: "I'll give you three sentences."

"My enemy that day was suspected to be an extraordinary knight. His strength and extraordinary martial arts skills are not comparable to those of ordinary people."

"Maybe he's a squire of a traitor. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Donovan looked annoyed, and he responded with one sentence and was about to leave.

As a former mountain knight, he hated the rules and regulations of the new army the most.

"Instructor..." He gritted his teeth and shouted again. The old man had already said it, but there was no room for regret. "I think we should report it to the city guard."

"You want me to disturb the city guard for such a small matter? Huh?" If he had not lost this power, Donovan would have wanted to deprive old Laffer of his title of captain of the tenth team.

"Earlier, our army beat the nobles of Broken Stone Plain so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads. I support the attack on Broken Stone Plain, and I hope that the people of Broken Stone Plain will really come to cause trouble.

Although I don't understand why, there must be a reason why Her Highness Meliati forbade us to attack rashly.

If they dare to take the initiative to provoke us, aren't they afraid that we will really attack them? I dare say that with Her Highness Meliati's ability and the strength of our new army in Qianhe Valley, it won't take half a year for them to bow their heads and surrender!"

"but……"

"Well, maybe he was born with supernatural powers." Donovan's face was half immersed in the shadow of the corridor, "There are few people in Bear Gnawing Castle, and I understand that life is busy, but don't be too outrageous.

Last week someone reported seeing a two-headed ogre, and guess what? A ham hanging from the eaves!

Without waiting for old Laffer's reply, Donovan walked out of the room and headed towards the next barracks.

"Maybe he is just a squire knight who betrayed his master and wandered around." Kaler stepped forward to comfort him.

Old Laffer intuitively felt that this was not the case, but when he thought about it carefully, he was not the city guard officer, and it was the city guard officers who would hold up the sky if it collapsed.

Just you have to be careful in daily life, so that you don't get hit by pieces of debris falling down.

With inexplicable worries, old Laffer woke up all the recruits on time the next morning.

They put on woolen jackets and shivered in the cold wind as they walked through the blunt-angled city walls and crossed the iron and wooden trestle bridge built over the trench.

Wind-powered wind turbines cast spinning shadows overhead.

Originally, they were not supposed to speak, but one of the new soldiers couldn't help but sneak forward and said, "Captain Ten, why can they use wind power to wind the bow?"

Old Laffer certainly didn't know why, but Kaler at the side somehow blurted out, "Because their orichalcum springs are thinner."

"Thinner?" This time even old Laffer turned his head and looked at Kaler in front of him.

Kaler seemed a little nervous: "For the same weight, the thinner the orichalcum spring, the less force is required to wind it, but the longer it takes."

"Wouldn't it take longer to fire?"

"I don't know about that." Kaler shook his head. "It seems to be increased by the gears. You know, adding mithril makes the gears and springs lighter. It should be related to this."

Many people immediately revealed a trace of greed in their eyes, and Old Laffer immediately scolded: "Put away your little thoughts!"

"How do you know this?" Old Laffer turned his head and became even more curious. "Isn't this something that only engineers know?"

"Before I set out, my brother-in-law forced me to study Simple Mechanics for a month. He originally wanted to send me to the artillery." Thinking of his brother-in-law's expression of despair, Kaler smiled bitterly, "But later I found out that to be an artilleryman, one needs to learn mathematics and astrology..."

"It sounds like your brother-in-law is some serious guy?" Old Laffer perked up.

Kaler smiled shyly and said, "He is just a small businessman who makes a living by taking orders for fresh fish from the war group."

Old Laver wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he saw Donovan walking towards him with a dark face not far away, he immediately fell silent.

"Did I ask you to chat? Three days is not enough? Go back to your seats!"

Although he was scolded so hard that he was humiliated, old Laffer led his ten-man team to stand in line one by one according to the markings on the ground.

Two quartermasters emerged from the shadow of the bastion, pushing a wooden cart piled high with long strips of objects wrapped in oilcloth.

Donovan lifted the oilcloth, and hundreds of fine iron spears and hundreds of sabers appeared a cold, hard blue-gray color in the morning light.

"You eat the food of the tyrant, so you have to work for the tyrant. What does it mean to work for the tyrant? Train well and kill the enemy well!"

"All right, farmers!" The cast iron gate snapped shut with the sound of gears turning, and the shadow of the bastion split the square in half. "The first lesson you have to learn is to become an adult from a farmer!"

(End of this chapter)