On the third Sunday of October, the army is closed, and all soldiers and officers of the regiment can be exempted from training on this day, and with the consent of the commander above the commander of the flag commander, they can leave the military fort and go to the wooden fort for recreation, as long as they return to the camp before nightfall.

But this was only the case for a small number of veterans with surplus money, and most of the recruits had to sleep in their tents or spend a few copper coins to buy some better food from their quarters.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Art also invited the officers of the Wells Regiment to hold a small banquet in the mansion (military academy classroom) of the Beiguan Military Fort, which was regarded as a summary of the officers at all levels who had worked hard and complained for more than ten days.

In the stone house, the officers sat down in groups of three and five in groups according to the size of their respective military positions, and then chatted with people they knew well.

Sitting on either side of the chief table were a group of knights led by the military priest Robert and Odo Angus, and all the officers above the squadron leader sat in the room, except for a flag captain and a few squadron leaders who led the patrol and guards.

Before the banquet began, the men and cooks of the baggage team carried barrels of Gu's homegrown beer into the house, and the three or five people drank one barrel.

Beer was loaded, and the cooks brought up the boiled apple stew, grilled smoked fish, rye bread, and soup cereal on a large pallet.

Colin, the captain of the second flag of the first company, was a veteran of the patrol team and was familiar with Colin, the baggage officer of the regiment, and he knocked on the twenty-pound barrel on the table, and complained to the baggage officer Spencer: "I said Spencer, you are too picky, right?" How can a barrel of beer be enough for five people? ”

Spencer glanced at Colin, "Are you a chapel when you're on the baggage team?" The legion only supplies food and not alcohol, and these beers are still bought from the brewery by the adults out of their own pockets for banquets, if you want to drink enough, you can go to the Wooden Castle Tavern and drink it yourself, anyway, you have a military salary, you can drink as much as you want! ”

"Now the legion is not rich, the money is all for you to buy wine and drink, what do the guys eat? What to wear? Spencer was critical of Colin.

Colin pursed his lips, "I'm just saying, look at the one who excites you, miser~"

Spencer became even more excited when he heard this, "I said you are a short-lived ghost, or the two of us will be replaced, and you will be a baggage officer for a few days?" See if you dare to be generous. ”

"I~" Of course, Colin knows that the legion's money, food and materials have been tight recently, and the camp tents of the baggage team are crowded every day by officers at all levels who ask for weapons, armor and baggage armaments, and this baggage officer is not easy to be at all.

During the "dispute" between the two, the cooks had already prepared all the food for the banquet.

Yat, who was sitting on the main seat, patted the two hound hounds squatting next to the chairs, then picked up the wooden cups full of wine on the table, and said to the officers in the hall, "Everyone, you have worked hard for the past ten days. Today is a day off, and I specially got a little valley-brewed beer from the wooden castle to treat everyone. Now that the legion is short of money, food and materials, you have also suffered a lot, but this situation is only temporary......"

“…… In short, you have all followed me step by step from a humble patrolman, and I hope you can walk with me and continue to fight side by side! ”

Art felt that his banquet speech was a little longer, everyone had worked hard for more than ten days, and eating and drinking were the most important.

"Without further ado, you all drink this wine with me, cheers!" After speaking, he raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

"Cheers!" There was a soft cheer in the hall.

Art finished drinking, turned his head and made a gesture of invitation to Robert, the priest of the army, then put down the wine glass and reached out to grab a piece of bone-in stew and prepare to put it in his mouth.

But no sooner had the stew been brought to his mouth than a deer hound, crouched beside him, waiting for his master's reward for minced meat and bones, stood up and barked incessantly at Art.

Robert picked up his glass and laughed a few times, and said to Art, "Lord Art, I told you a long time ago that feeding the hounds was a mistake, and look, the two lazy ones have already started asking you for food."

Art laughed embarrassedly, he really didn't have a hunting dog before, plus the inertia formed in his memory, since Baron Antaas sent these two hunting dogs, Art didn't take them to hunt much, and they were fed on weekdays.

"Shhhh Be quiet! Art gave the order to the two hounds, but the hounds continued to bark.

"Quiet! Get down! ”

Normally, once Art spoke, the two hounds would obediently crawl on the ground, but today the two hounds became more and more excited.

The lively banquet hall began to be interrupted by the barking of dogs, and all the officers looked at the main table in unison.

Art was a little embarrassed, and in order not to interfere with the banquet, he picked two stews with many bones and little flesh from his plate and threw them to the barking hound.

The stew was thrown on the ground, and the two hounds stopped barking, but instead of grabbing the stew bones, they looked down and sniffed, then took a step back and twitched their noses at the few pieces of stew on the ground, revealing a row of sharp fangs.

This is the reaction that dogs only have when facing an enemy.

"What's going on today?" Art's heart was full of doubts, he didn't know what happened to the two hounds who were usually very obedient.

"Woo~woo~" The hound was still roaring at the stew on the ground.

A housekeeper broke open the wooden door of the banquet hall and rushed in.

"Stew is poisonous !!"

"Stew is poisonous !!" The housekeeper exclaimed twice.

There was silence in the hall, then a panic, and those who had chewed the stew in their mouths quickly spit it out, and those who had not had time to put it in their mouths were thrown back on their plates.

Time goes back a moment ago.

Just when Art was impassioned with everyone at the banquet, the men of the baggage team, who had been busy all afternoon, could finally rest for a while, and one of the men poured the swill from the cauldron of stew into the pigsty trough next to the house, and watched the young piglets that had just been raised greedily grab food, and the man took out half an apple from his arms and took another bite along the place where he had just bitten.

These piglets are the Legion's source of fresh meat this winter, and he has to raise them fat.

But one of the youngest piglets in front of the trough had just taken a few sips of swill before withdrew, foaming at the mouth.

Then the rest of the piglets began to scurry around and foam at the mouth.

Seven or eight pigs suddenly appeared in such a situation, but the man who fed them was startled, and he hurried to call the steward of the house.

The housekeeper observed for a while the piglet, which had begun to stiffen and fall to the ground, and his eyes widened wider and wider, and his eyes were full of horror.

The housekeeper left behind the similarly panicked men and turned around and rushed to the stone house of the mansion where the banquet was being held......

The hound was still barking, but there was already some panic in the banquet hall, and most of the officers had not had time to eat the stew, but a few of the greedy and fast guys had already swallowed several pieces of stew, and they were squatting on the ground at this time and kept picking their throats with their fingers, hoping to spit out all the food, and several officers around them were also around a few people to deliver water and pat their backs, hoping that the unlucky fellows would vomit out the poison......

Dog's breakfast.

"Give me peace! All silent!! Sit back to your place! Art slapped the table and shouted to the adults in the room.

After all, the group of people were officers, and when they heard the order of the chief officer, they immediately quieted down and sat back in their places.

"Spencer!"

"In!" Spencer stood up from behind the wooden table below.

"Hurry up and get the medics to come over and treat the poisoned officer!"

"Yes!"

"Otto."

"In!" Ottoten, who was beside him, stood up suddenly.

"You go and check on the patrol guards yourself, ring the alarm, order all the soldiers who patrol the guards to enter combat mode and block the way in and out, and then you take Klaus's heavy infantry to defend the barracks."

"Yes!"

"Sergeant Major."

"In!" Angus stood up.

"You personally led the cavalry of the cavalry team left behind in the barracks to go out of Beiguan to guard and patrol in the wasteland!"

"Yes!"

"Ron."

"In!" Ron also stood up.

"Gather the soldiers of the Guards and the Law Brigade, patrol the fort and its surroundings in armor and weapons, arrest anyone suspicious immediately, and kill them on the spot if they resist!"

"Yes!"

"Buzz."

"In!" Garrison Commander Bass rose up to answer.

"You take a team of standing peasant soldiers back to the valley Wooden Fort, see if there is a crisis on the civilian side of the Wooden Fort, and deal with all the crises immediately!"

"Yes!"

"The rest of the officers, immediately return to their respective camps, count and control the soldiers under their control, make a note of the soldiers who have not returned from going out, and report it quickly, no one is allowed to leave the camp without my order!"

"Yes!"

The officers received the military orders, and they also found their backbones, and quickly regained their composure and carried out their orders.

In a few moments, only Art, Robert, and Thomas the Healer and a few guards remained in the banquet hall.

Thomas, the military doctor, checked several officers who were lying on the ground or crawling on the table and were poisoned, and picked up Andrew, the captain of the third flag of the second company, who was the most obviously poisoned, only to see that Andrew had fallen into a coma, his face was flushed, his pupils were dilated, and his mouth was drooling with slight convulsions of his limbs, "My lord, several of them have been poisoned, it should be refined belladonna or snake grass flower (a local poisonous plant)." ”

"Can it still be saved?" Art asked hurriedly.

Thomas shook his head and sighed, "The other chiefs don't eat much and are not poisoned, and they should be able to recover by drinking some prepared medicinal soup." But Andrew drank a few large mouthfuls of soup, and all the poison was in the soup, and I am afraid that he could not be saved. ”

Art turned his eager gaze to Robert, the priest of the army.

Robert also shook his head, "Lord Arte, I can try if it is a sword wound, but this is highly poisonous, and I can't do anything, I can only pray that God can grant Brother Andrew mercy." ”

Yate was a little helpless, such a thing happened not long after the establishment of the legion, although it was detected in time and did not cause a catastrophe, but if it was not properly handled, the morale of the army would definitely be hit.

The most important thing at the moment is to treat the poisoned officers.

The memories in my mind were racing quickly, hoping to think of a way to alleviate the poison, but I couldn't remember any special potions around me that could detoxify.

His eyes kept rolling, and Art caught a glimpse of the vomit that had just been detained by the officer.

"Gastric lavage!"

A word popped out of Art's mouth, and everyone present didn't understand what he meant.

Without waiting for everyone to explain, Art directly ordered Spencer: "Spencer, let someone go to the latrine and take out some feces, put it in a wooden bucket and mix it with clean water."

"Huh?" Spencer didn't know why.

"Go!" Art roared.

"Oh~oh~ yes." Spencer looked ignorant and led the people to prepare the dung water.

After Spencer left, Art asked the guards to make room for Andrew so he could lie flat.

A moment later, Spencer walked into the house with a large bucket of foul-smelling water filled with food scraps.

Without much thought, Art picked up an empty wooden bowl on the table and scooped up most of it from the dung bucket, "You guys hold him for me and break his mouth for me." ”

"Your Excellency, you~" Thomas got up to organize Arte's madness.

"Thomas, I'm saving him, and I'm not going to be saved when it's too late." Before he could explain, Artra broke Andrew's mouth open with one of the guards, and then poured half a bowl of dung water into Andrew's mouth.

The juice ran down Andrew's throat and into his stomach......

Wow~~

Andrew had a spasm, and all the meat and eight vegetable soup in his stomach gushed out.

Wow~~

Vomit~~

The few people who were standing in front of Andrew couldn't stand it anymore and turned their heads and vomited

Late at night, in the Beiguan Military Fort.

Art had returned to the small room in the Fort Mansion for him, but at this time two personal guards had gathered in the house.

"My lord, Andrew has vomited all the bitter water, and now the whole person has collapsed, but Dr. Thomas said that the symptoms of poisoning have been alleviated somewhat, and we fed him some more mixed honey water, but he only drank a few small sips, and the rest was spit out."

"A couple of other mildly poisoned guys drank some honey water and got better." Spenser, the baggage officer, whispered a report on the poisoned officer.

"Spencer, you must take proper care of the poisoned officers, and you must not let them have any more accidents."

"Did you get any results from your inventory?" Art has begun to inventory the vipers lurking in the Legion.

Spencer replied: "My lord, the people in the room have already been checked, and there are a few old brothers in charge of today's banquet, and I have investigated and interrogated them one by one, so there should be no problem."

"But~" Spencer's words flickered slightly.

"But what?" Art glared at Spencer.

"But lately the room has been busy, and in our spare time we will ask a few soldiers to help out in the room, and they will also take the opportunity to eat a few more mouthfuls of bread or nibble on a few bones from the room. But today, two new soldiers forcibly came to the room to help, but they didn't eat anything after helping and left~"

Before Spencer could finish speaking, Otto hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, "My lord, it's past time to return to the camp, but there are three soldiers who have not yet returned to the camp. ”

"Which three?" Art asked, getting up and shouting.

"There is a veteran of the bow and crossbow squad, and two are two new soldiers of the third banner of the first company."

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Chapter 241: Poisoning