Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 863: Section 571: Conflict (Part 2)_3

Chapter 863: Section 571: Conflict (Part 2)_3

"Vincent’s old patriarch is currently taking his family out hunting in old Hagelberry’s hunting grounds," Link said with a laugh.

As Northerners, everyone knows how difficult it is to hunt in the dead of winter; the elk hide in the woods, and all animals large and small take cover. Hunting in this weather? Drinking the north-west wind in knee-deep snow in the woods?

Constantine laughed as well: "You see, the world is never short of clever people."

After speaking, the old Marshal pressed his cigarette butt into the metal ashtray beside him, then walked towards his rocking chair: "Link, I’m going to take a nap. Unless Malin comes for me, I don’t want to see anyone. Also, no unit on the front may move a single man or fire a single shot without my orders..." the old man paused here.

Just when Link thought he was going to let those soldiers who wanted to help Lord Malin escape, he heard his superior’s addition.

"Tell the soldiers, Lord Malin doesn’t need their help, as his troops should be nearing Koser Town soon."

Hearing this, Link immediately realized why his lord had said this—indeed, it was time for Lord Malin’s troops supporting the North to reach that area.

With this in mind, Link bowed respectfully: "Yes, my lord, I will faithfully carry out your orders."

After speaking, Link stood up and caught the Marshal’s baton tossed by Constantine.

"Anyone who opposes you, use it to smash that madman’s head," Constantine said, then settled into his rocking chair, pulling a blanket over himself.

"Sweet dreams, Marshal," Link said with a smile as he closed the wooden door of the Commander’s office.

"Lord Link, where are we headed?" asked the captain of Constantine’s guard.

"We stand here, to block all uninvited guests from reaching my lord," Link said, then planted the Marshal’s baton that was handed to him by Marshal Constantine into the trench in front of him.

......

Tuojin Spencer walked through the snowstorm, as the political officer of the First Regiment’s First Battalion, he and his battalion commander led the way for the troops.

"Commissar, I heard you’re from the South?" Unlike Tuojin, his battalion commander was wearing his wolf fur coat, looking very much suited to this hellish weather, being a Northerner after all.

Thinking of this, Tuojin sniffled, wrapped up like a ball and nodded: "Yes, I have never faced such weather." Looking at the snowstorm ahead, the young political officer thought of the words his commander used to describe it all.

The weather is fine.

Fine? What’s fine? This snow cuts like knives, it’s going to be the death of me.

As Tuojin thought, he saw his battalion commander quickly walk to a tree: "We are not far from Koser Town," he said, patting the trunk, sending a world of snowflakes flying.

"Are you sure?" Tuojin asked – as a Southerner, the one thing he remembered in this forsaken place was the snow.

"Of course, this tree was planted by my grandfather." The middle-aged man said this and noticed the snowstorm was lessening: "Look, Tuojin, I told you, it’s just Miss Winter Wolf yawning."

"If it’s really a yawn, that’s quite a big breath," Tuojin said and then sneezed, startling himself so much that he quickly wiped his face – from a Southerner’s point of view, it wasn’t very auspicious.

As the snowstorm dwindled, Tuojin noticed the bodies hanging from the gallows by the roadside. Eh, why are two of the gallows still empty?

"Colluding with Chaos?" The young political officer who had just crammed Northern language for a little under half a month, still recognized some of the text.

The battalion commander halted, looking at the old men on the gallows as if recognizing them: "How could it be them."

"What’s wrong." Tuojin asked, wiping his runny nose again.

"The Chandler family, how could they possibly collude with the Chaos Cult, it’s impossible." The battalion commander said, cursing in Northern language rapidly, Tuojin did not understand, but from his expression, it must have been a very nasty curse.

However, he saw a figure.

That was a figure standing in the snowstorm, becoming gradually clearer.

That was a man wearing the oldest factory guard’s cloak, holding a small Snow Leopard in his arms, standing far down the road with branches forming a human figure opening an umbrella for him.

Looking at him, a smile of excitement appeared on Tuojin’s face, he nudged his battalion commander: "It’s Lord Malin."

As the commander of the vanguard, Tuojin and the battalion commander approached their supreme commander, both saluting him.

"You arrived quickly." Lord Malin smiled, putting down the small Snow Leopard and patted the battalion commander on the shoulder: "I said I’d bring you back, and now I should have done it."

Then, Lord Malin also patted Tuojin’s shoulder: "Good lad, I heard you had twins, not bad, and your beard is quite handsome too."

This made the bearded Tuojin very proud: "My lord! What do we do next?"

He was somewhat impatient to have his troops join the Northerners’ defense line, to show them the firepower of the next era.

"Deploy combat formations, follow me into town, I am here to kill," Lord Malin said, then looked at the roadside where Tuojin saw two children lying on the ground.

Two children, two empty gallows.

Tuojin suddenly understood, before the battalion commander had reacted, he had already turned around.

"All units! Deploy combat formations! Follow the Commander-in-Chief into the town!"

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