The school official immediately shouted condescendingly: "Waste! The huge smuggling caravan disappeared in your jurisdiction! Did you, his mother neglect your duties or did you have collusion? Talking!"

The second lieutenant said nothing, and almost flames burst out from his eyes.

The guards beside the school officer noticed the lieutenant's eyes. He gently clamped his horse's ribs and moved forward, blocking the lieutenant and the school officer with a lieutenant, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand.

The school official thought that the horse was just an incompetent low-level officer, and he did not realize that he was facing a spellcaster on the verge of losing control.

Winters Montagne is about to get out of control.

From the moment he was escorted to Paratu, Winters' negative emotions had been accumulating, and even he himself did not realize it.

On even the hardest days on the archipelago, he had people who supported each other around him. But in Wolf Town, he was the only one who was himself.

This is the time when his willpower is weakest. As long as the school officials have any hostile behaviors next, the only remaining reason of the Venetta people will completely evaporate, leaving only the tyrannical and cruel instincts.

The war horse felt the scorching anger and moved its front legs uneasily.

Ms. Michelle subconsciously hugged Mr. Montagne's arm.

The school official noticed that the lieutenant's clenched fists also burst into an unknown fire. He was about to continue teaching the dissatisfied little officer in front of him, but some indescribable intuition made him unable to take action.

Many figures ran from Mitchell Manor.

Hearing Ms. Michelle's scream, Dusaks picked up the guy and rushed out. The one running in front was Sergey, who was holding a sickle that he picked up from somewhere.

When he ran to the nearest place, Sergei realized that something was wrong.

Even if Dusak couldn't recognize his mother, he wouldn't admit his military uniform. Old Sergei cursed inwardly: The one who came was an officer, and he was also a high-ranking official.

Sergei Morozov was a Dusak who was not afraid of heaven or earth, but he became weak when he saw the officer's uniform.

But now he can only bite the bullet and go.

The old man plucked up the courage to stand beside the lieutenant, swallowed unconsciously, and shouted with a stern look: "Hey! What are you going to do?"

The school official snorted disdainfully and gestured to the guards beside him, not even looking at the farmers in front of him.

Little did he know that his attitude made Sergei feel much more at ease.

Dusak, behind, also ran over one after another. Everyone was shocked when they saw the school officer's uniform. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.

The school officer's guard grabbed the silver whistle hanging around his neck, put it on his lips and blew it hard.

The cavalry outside the manor also found something wrong inside. When the sharp whistle sounded, the cavalry quickly approached the commander.

Except for a few cavalrymen who went straight to the scene along the road, all the other cavalrymen jumped over the fence and wrapped around the two wings. They rode horses in the bean fields without any scruples, and the soybeans were trampled down and trampled into pieces.

The smaller cavalry side instead surrounded the Dusaks.

This is a real cavalry, not a rider, not a horse infantry, but a cavalry that has been strictly trained in combat.

Their military swords were not hung randomly on their waists, but were sandwiched between the horse's back and thighs, and could be unsheathed at any time.

The cavalry moved forward little by little, compressing the Dusaks' space. The Dusaks with farm tools were a little panicked, but they were not out of control yet.

Old Dusak Alexei slowly approached Sergei, bit his ear and said to the old guy: "Vladiminovich, have you seen it? There are at least half a squadron!"

"I'm counting, but there is no half a squadron." Sergei replied anxiously: "There are more than thirty horses, only one platoon."

"What to do?"

"How could I, he, mother know!"

While the Dusaks were whispering, several figures rushed over from the manor.

"I am the mayor of this town." The crowd couldn't help but give way to the people. Gillard walked to the school official's horse and said, "What can Langtun Town do for you?"

Gillard breathed a little, and he obviously ran all the way after hearing the news. Seeing Captain Mitchell arrive, Dusaks all breathed a sigh of relief, and the big rock hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

"Are you the mayor?" The school official glanced at the stout man in front of him.

"Yes."

"Did you know that a large group of smugglers crossed the Bighorn River from Wolf Town yesterday?"

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

"The officers of Wolf Town neglected their duties." The school official said coldly: "Have you ever reported or exposed?"

Gillard's face stagnated.

"Your Excellency Colonel, I can't agree with you." Another voice with a slight accent came from the crowd: "Everyone present and all the gentry in this town can prove that Mayor Mitchell and the mayor of Montane have always been diligent and responsible, and have never neglected their duties, and of course there is no need to report or expose them."

When the old beg monk came to Winters, he kept pinching Winters' arm and took the whip out of Winters' hand.

The old monk walked to the school official and handed the horse whip on his face, with a friendly smile of the clergy on his face: "I am Reid, a monk from this diocese, and I don't know what to call His Excellency Colonel."

"I'm not a colonel, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Custer." Lieutenant Colonel took the whip and shook it a few times, sneered and asked, "I work diligently and conscientiously, so I don't even notice the large smugglers passing through the border. That is to collude in advance and pretend not to know?"

"The Dajiao River channel in Langtun is more than 70 kilometers, and there are large areas of unmanned wasteland everywhere along the river bank. How can Lieutenant Montane be solely able to take care of such a long river channel?"

"Although the river channel is long, there are only three traversing sites."

"But the three river crossing points are at least twenty kilometers away from each other. The north-eastern river crossing point is even more than forty kilometers away from here. It takes a whole day to go back and forth, but it is closer to Hei Shui Town." The old monk Mianli Tibetan Needle said, "If you think that Lieutenant Montane can solve this group of smugglers alone, why did you come here with your elite subordinates?"

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was speechless.

At this time, a large number of people rushed from the manor, and the farmers who were harvesting tobacco leaves also noticed something strange at the gate of the manor.

I heard that a group of unknown origins locked up Mayor Mitchell and Lieutenant Montagne, and the villagers and employees rushed to help with farm tools.

For farmers who have a loose sand, quantity is confidence. Now is the time when Mitchell Manor is the most crowded in the year.

Because of herd mentality, men and women gathered more and more and more and all rushed towards the manor, and those Dusaks who were not able to attend the scene at the first time also rode over on horseback.

For a time, there were crowds of people, and the momentum was a bit terrifying.

Not only Lieutenant Colonel Custer and his cavalry, but even Gillard and Dusak were shocked, and things became increasingly difficult to end.

Friar Reed looked at Gillard: "Mr. Mitchell, please take a few people to persuade everyone to go back. Time is precious, so don't delay the opportunity to collect tobacco leaves."

Gillard was stunned at first, nodded and hurriedly left with more than a dozen old Dusaks.

"Lieutenant Colonel, according to your statement, the smuggling caravan has passed through the border. Then it is meaningless to be confused. The most important thing is how to solve the problem, right? If there is anything that Langtun can provide for you, please say it." The old monk looked at Custer again and said in a relaxed tone: "You know, our Langtun people who are jealous of evil have always been irreconcilable with smugglers. They want to eat their flesh and wear their skin."

Lieutenant Colonel Custer was silent for a while and said with a cold face: "Please provide me and my subordinates with a place to live, and we will solve the food ourselves. Our horses need to rest in a covered area, do not feed the fodder randomly, but feed the fine material."

The lieutenant colonel's request was not complicated, and the old monk agreed.

Custer gathered the cavalry in one place: "Those guys can't run far. Stay here tonight and catch up with them tomorrow!"

Gillard, who had disbanded the farmers who wanted to help, returned to the main gate, and monk Reed explained carefully to him.

Gillard nodded while listening, and then led Lieutenant Colonel Custer and the cavalry to another manor with free houses.

"What's your name?" Before leaving Mitchell's estate, Lieutenant Colonel Custer asked the lieutenant.

Winters has recovered most of his sanity, but his anger has not subsided: "Wentes Montagne."

"Military rank?"

"second lieutenant."

"I remember you, Lieutenant Montagne." Lieutenant Colonel pointed at Winters' nose with a horsewhip: "Aren't you unwilling to accept it? Take all the people you can find to chase me tomorrow. I want to see how many skills you have."

After saying that, Lieutenant Colonel Custer left without looking back.

The lieutenant colonel's guard glanced at Winters deeply and left.

"Since the commander's opinion, we will set off before dawn." Sergei discussed with the other old Dusaks: "We have to inform Dusak from door to door tonight. Let's go separately and we must inform them all, so that the old and young men will prepare their horses tonight."

Alexey shook his head a few times: "Do you want to inform the farmer? Call the militia from other villages, and there are more people."

"Say that's a big deal!" Sergey didn't give any face to the old brother: "The chief has four legs. Does the farmer have a horse? He's chasing him with two legs?"

Alexey closed his mouth awkwardly.

Sergei continued, smacking his lips, "It may take more than one day to go there. When notifying the old and young men, tell them by the way, and ask the wife to prepare some dry food and water for three days."

While Sergei was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that Lieutenant Montane was still by his side, and he was the one who decided.

He quickly looked at Winters: "Lieutenant, I have no intention of being there. You have the final say whether to call the militia of the farmer to come. If you want to use it, I will inform them and listen to you. But in fact, we Dusak is enough to ensure that you can earn face. If you bring it with you, it will be a hindrance..."

"No need to inform." After saying that, Winters also left.

Alexey looked at the Doutian in front of him and sighed: "The chief's equestrian is really handsome. Everyone jumps at the fence that is more than one meter high... but it's a pity that these beans are almost ripe..."

...

The next morning.

The sky turned from black to gray, and began to turn blue little by little.

"Grass! What? Running?" Lieutenant Colonel Custer was so angry that he cursed: "[Palatu swears]!"

"It can't be said that he ran away." Old Sergey looked embarrassed: "It just disappeared."

"Then, his mother ran away?" The angry Custer punched the wooden stake: "Don't that little king. Ba. egg has backbone? He ran away? He ran away? Grass!"

The Dusaks stood beside them, their eyes fixed on the ground, and none of them dared to look up.

Custer swung his military sword and shouted: "Chasing me! Take him back! Neglect his duties and leave his post without hesitation! I killed him!"

The lieutenant colonel's guards carefully reminded: "Sir, we still have to chase 'that thing'... the Venetta man can't run far. Send someone to send the news to Revodan and let others catch it."
To be continued...