Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 489: Black Wind, Don't Lick

The sky gradually darkened and the speed of the train slowly increased. But the trains of the Overseas Autonomous Territories will not exceed forty yards per hour any faster. The driving speed during the day is basically around thirty yards, which is already above the average speed of long distance on horseback, not to mention the train does not need to run for more than half an hour to rest for half a day, just add some water and coal to continue running for two days and three nights and so on...

Five cargo compartments and nine passenger compartments were mounted on this train, mostly directly behind the coal compartment, and the passenger compartment was mounted behind the cargo compartment, while Claude's special compartment was mounted at the end and became the tail of the entire train.

It will take approximately two days and three nights to reach Port Vivato State from the Dolinibara River station and six stops along the way.

Claude had already had dinner and stepped out of the compartment on the small balcony in front of the compartment, lit a cigarette and plunged it into the pipe for a view of the meadow during the night fall. Claude didn't smoke, but after the cigarette was produced in his own tobacco factory, he started smoking two cigarettes occasionally, and he built a pipe to insert cigarettes. There's no way. People are giving cigarettes in front of each other today, so Claude had to smoke a cigarette first to avoid smoking someone else's second-hand cigarettes.

The night breeze was a little cold, Claude returned to the box after smoking, pulled up the curtain cloth and washed his face, blew out the candle fire and poured it on the bed, listening to the friction between the monotonous wheels and the railroad tracks, gradually sinking into his dreamland. But shortly after he fell asleep, Claude was woken by an urgent knock, and Lieutenant Colonel Mason Hughes pushed into the door: "General, there was a heavy exchange of fire in the passenger compartment in front, as if a bandit was robbing us. What should we do? ”

Bandits robbing trains? Claude shook his head and made himself more sober. This is an overseas autonomous collar, not a western film from a previous life. How could bandits have had the idea of a train? How could they have been so bold? This could amount to a confrontation with the entire Autonomous Territory, not to mention Claude's special box hanging at the end of the train.

“Gemmy, send two guard teams to the front compartment to clear the bandits, calm down and keep passengers safe.” Claude gave the order directly.

Each of the five generals in the military region has a squadron guard strength of 55 and is staffed by two medical and communications officers, including a squadron leader, in addition to 48 guards in four squadrons. Claude travels with essentially three squads of guards, and a squad of guards is stationed at the Fields Estate. Big Gemmy has been promoted to Major and still holds the position of Commander of the Guard Squadron next to Claude.

Big Gemmy quickly arranged two guard squads to strike, and he stayed with Claude himself: "You three go to the top of the compartment in case someone approached you from the top of the compartment. You two go to the back of the compartment. If anything happens, fire a warning immediately..."

The train is still in motion, which should be a coal carriage and five cargo carriers separated from the head of the train and the passenger carriage, so the shooting and exchange noises that followed did not reach the train driver. Claude and others at the end can clearly hear gunfire and shouting, crying and moaning coming from the front...

The addition of two guard units once aggravated the gunfire coming from the front passenger compartment. Soon, however, only the "banging” sound of the new rifle, perhaps with the participation of the guard team in military uniform, gave the train passengers a great deal of reliance. The screaming and moaning coming from the passenger compartment in front of them soon stopped, only the cries were coming intermittently.

Less often than not, news came from the front, and the big man Gemmy took two medics and two escorts to the front compartment. By then, the gunfire had stopped and it appeared that the situation was under control. Another half hour or so later, the big man Gemmy sent a guard to report that twelve of the bandits had been killed, five seriously injured, four train crews killed, three passengers killed and a dozen injured.

It's just strange that the dozen bandits didn't rob the property of train passengers, they wanted to capture a woman. The woman, on the other hand, fled with a revolver and shooting at them, until the shootout reached five passenger compartments, until two guard units intervened, suppressed the firepower of more than a dozen bandits and succeeded in killing them, saving the injured woman.

With the soldier's report, there was also a bandit's gun, which looked strange, saw a short barrel, and four barrels were distributed squarely. From the four firelines in the barrel, four shots could be fired continuously from a single loading, although the barrel appeared to be quite swollen and cumbersome.

“Strange, I think I've seen such a weird firearm somewhere?” Claude thought about it for half a day and still couldn't imagine where he'd ever seen such a strange firearm. However, he had his own suspicions about the cause of the shootout, and perhaps the woman was the female pharmacist whose whereabouts were unknown in the newspaper, and the bandits were the same smugglers who lost their trace.

“Major Mason Hughes, go ahead and ask if this woman is the female pharmacist in the paper, and check the identity of the bandits to see where they came from. If so, bring this female pharmacist over here, and I'm going to ask them why they're after her.” Claude felt a little strange that it couldn't be because of a therapeutic ointment...

Major Mason Hughes had also read the newspaper report, and he knew exactly what Claude meant, and walked to the front compartment with a toast.

Another half-hour or so later, Major Mason Hughes came in to report that, as Claude had expected, the woman was the female pharmacist who had fled, and that she had been shot in the left shoulder and left rib, each of which had now been bandaged and her mind was sober, and had been brought here. Also searched her body, no weapons, just that she wouldn't let go with a little black dog...

Claude doesn't care if there's a little black dog, he understands how it feels to have a woman out there alone, maybe this little black dog is the only mental dependence of this female pharmacist.

“Bring her in, ask her if she has any problems, and let her settle in our Autonomous Territory in the future. Multiple pharmacists are always good and can help our Autonomous Territory's people to heal the disease and relieve the pain.” Claude laughed that perhaps the Overseas Autonomous Territories could also develop a talent introduction plan, which would greatly accelerate the development of the Overseas Autonomous Territories.

The female pharmacist arrived in front of the car with a beautiful revolver, a silver barrel engraved with a beautiful rose pattern and gold powder, and an ivory engraved handle engraved with the Sterling Royal emblem. In addition to this revolver, there are 23 golden bullets and the warhead is made of silver.

Claude's face got serious and he could carry a revolver like this, indicating that the woman was not an easy pharmacist. I couldn't help but think, could she be the assassin sent by Wang Du? What she has to deal with is waiting for the generals of the five autonomous territories? But then Claude denied the idea that if the royal assassins were to be sent, they would not have been armed with exposed weapons. Not to mention making such a beautiful revolver is more like a precious gift than a weapon of assassination...

Picking up a bullet from a silver warhead shell casing, Claude looked down into the bottom fire and saw a very thin micro-red wafer embedded in the bottom of the shell casing. What is this? Can you use gunpowder? It's just Claude hasn't figured out exactly what's going on outside the cabin, and the female pharmacist has been brought into the cabin by Major Mason Hughes and others.

Claude turned around and saw this woman pharmacist wrapped around her shoulder and waist with white bandages, hidden also by blood water seeping out, wearing a black sweater, so wrapped up in a bandage that she looked very good-looking. Because he stood in the shadow of the cabin door, couldn't see his face clearly, and his face was a little dirty, possibly avoiding a lot of dust during the shootout. But she's still dead in her arms holding a little black dog a foot long, like a little dog two or three months old. The puppy was a good boy and looked around with his big, round eyes open.

“You're hurt. Sit down.” Claude pointed to a little couch by the door: “Mason, pour her a cup of milk tea. ”

Major Mason Hughes instructed two soldiers of the female pharmacist to put her on the couch, and then two soldiers went out to close the door and guard outside the door. Major Mason Hughes poured the female pharmacist a cup of milk tea and placed it on the table in front of her, then stood by and waited for Claude's instructions.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, I owe you my deepest apologies.” When you come to an Overseas Autonomous Territory, we have a responsibility to protect your life as long as you comply with the laws of our Autonomous Territories, "Claude said. Unfortunately, you do not trust the security environment and social order of our Autonomous Territories, and I am sure that if you had first approached our Patrol Police Department, you would no longer be in such trouble that there would have been such serious casualties. ”

The female pharmacist sat on the couch without a scream, but the puppy in her arms was very curious, struggling in her arms, seemed to probe to taste the milk tea placed on the coffee table in front.

“In fact, the Autonomous Leader welcomes every talented person to live in peace and be a part of the Autonomous Leader.” Claude goes on to say, "As a pharmacist, I'm sure your talent will be fully utilized here. But what I want to know is, where did you get this revolver? Or, what is your relationship with the Sterling royal family? ”

The female pharmacist lowered her head and did not answer, but the little black dog in her arms finally broke free of her hug. She fell on the floor and hit a rocking head on the carpet and walked towards Claude. The female pharmacist “oops” wanted to catch the little black dog, but because of the injuries on her body, she slowed down a beat, and the little black dog had escaped the range she could catch.

Claude glanced at the little black dog, ignoring the little dot on the ground, but picked up the beautiful revolver on the table: “A revolver like this should be a well-made firearm gift for the Sterling royal family of the Kingdom of Orvillas. As a female pharmacist, if you had a Sterling royal background, those smugglers wouldn't have hit you with the rheumatism ointment. I want you to tell me, how did this revolver get in your hand? ”

Female pharmacists still don't say anything.

“Report.” There was a big, grimy voice coming out the door.

“Come in.” Claude said.

“General, we found this on the bodies of several bandits. Five other badly wounded bandits died, while the remaining two remained unconscious.” Big Gummy put what he had on the table, three dark iron medals and a silver medal.

Claude picked up the iron medal, with two words engraved on one side of the iron medal, and a number like 2207, which, in turn, was a small line that clearly identifies the Public Special Safety and Security Inspectorate of the Kingdom of Ovilas in the light of the candle fire. Claude's eyes were tight, he threw down the iron medal, he grabbed the silver medal, and it turns out that one side of the silver medal was also a small letter in the line of the Public Special Safety and Security Inspectorate of the Kingdom of Orvillas, and the other side was engraved with the number of SWAT team two, one, two, three.

Turns out those were not smugglers, but agents of the Kingdom's special services. Claude finally remembered when he had seen a firearm with a peculiar shape. When he went to the Blue Feather Regiment to enlist in that officer's training, he was misled by the operatives of those special departments when he passed through White Wood City and thought he was an evil magician from Higros Island, almost caught. That's when Claude saw all kinds of strange shapes of guns held by the operatives, and he saw their identity signs, just like the silver one in his hand...

There seemed to be something under his feet, and Claude looked down and saw the little black dog sniffing and sniffing on his feet. Return your thoughts, why did the kingdom's special department run to the overseas autonomous territories, their duty was to deal with the magicians in the wild who endangered the kingdom's security, so this woman pharmacist's identity was a magician?

The female pharmacist sitting on the sofa had actually noticed the silver medal movement and shock. Just as Claude was about to turn her head to see her, she had already made a strong move, sitting on the sofa with her fingers swinging fast and crossed, and the carpet in the trunk had several bushes of dense vines that tied Claude, the big man, Major Gemmy and Major Mason Hughes together.

The female pharmacist groaned only after the application, and it appeared that the spell was not too much of a burden on her body, especially if she was still injured. Major Mason Hughes and Big Gummy, though sturdy with vines, were able to move their mouths, promptly warning them out loud. Just before soldiers rushed in outside the door, the female pharmacist sealed the front and rear doors of the compartment with vine magic. The soldiers outside could not see what was in the compartment and could only smash the door of the compartment with a rifle butt.

Claude was not panicking, but he was thinking about what spell to use to solve his predicament. It's just that he doesn't have a magic book around him, he has to think about what magic works in this situation, and the basic spells burned on the three six stars in the spiritual space are not suitable for use in this situation where the vines are tied to death...

But before Claude remembered to use the spell, he didn't know if he could construct the spell's syllabus structure by emptiness, he listened to the sound of "bang”, a blue smoke in front of his eyes, the little black dog at his feet disappeared, replaced by a black giant wolf comparable to a calf, with a large mouth of blood basin revealing sharp teeth to Claude, immediately spread Claude along with the vine tied to him to the ground, the wolf's mouth stretched to Claude's face.

Big Gummy was shocked, struggling and shouting: “Fuck off! Damn it, don't touch the general! ”

The female pharmacist, oh, the female magician too, stood up from the couch suddenly: “Black wind, don't bite him...”

Claude couldn't take it anymore: "No, don't lick it, huh? Black wind? Sheila..."

The black wolf pounded on Claude, not to bite, but to lick and lick his tongue out on Claude's face. Claude had just been turned into a black giant wolf by a little black dog, and then he was dumped in the heart of his heart. This time, even if no magic was used, the whole person was tied to death and could not move a finger. But I didn't expect the black giant wolf to lick himself with his tongue. Suddenly I remembered the memory buried in the deep of my head. When the magician called out the black wind, he was surprised.

“Are you Sheila?” Claude screams: “I'm Claude, let go of me...”

“Claude?” Woman Magician Stunning: “Is it really you? ”

“It's me, tell the black wind to stop licking me, bam..." I almost got the big tongue of the black wind in my mouth.

“Claude, I, I finally found you...” The sorceress softened and fainted on the ground.

Claude was an idiot. “Hey, Sheila, wake up first. Let go of me, you dead dog. Bite the vine away, don't lick it...”

Five or six minutes later, Claude finally got out of the vine, gave two slaps to the big black wolf who sat beside him and shook his tail, then ran over and picked up the magician who fell on the floor. She was found unconscious before she let go, gently put her to bed and lay down, then cut off the vine wrapped around the door with a knife, pull the door open and let the guards clustered outside break the door quietly, it's okay, all belong to each of you...

Go back to the car and wash yourself in the bathroom, wipe off the black wind saliva on your face, and then free yourself with a knife tied to a big hammer, Gummy, and Major Mason Hughes. The two men climbed out of the vine, but Claude didn't care, because if he didn't cut the vine with a knife, the vine would automatically disappear in more than a decade, and the spell was time-sensitive, only that Claude couldn't wait to be with Sheila, and he wouldn't let Big Grimes and Major Mason Hughes stay in his compartment as light bulbs.

Having two people swear to secrecy, Claude kicked his lieutenant and his squadron captain out of the trunk, but before the big guy Gemmy went out, Claudella lived in his ear and whispered a few words, which meant getting inside information from those two unwoken, seriously wounded people about why they were hunting Sheila and sending them to the kingdom of the gods of war...