Chapter Thirty-Eight: Rectification (Part II)

In the camp of the Fourth Battalion, Lieutenant Seth sat up restlessly from his bed, and after the last night's questioning by Lawrence, he lay anxiously in bed and did not sleep, the sight of the fat man lying in a pool of blood replayed in his eyes.

"Those two chiefs... Gone? ”

Lieutenant Seth stepped out of the tent, and did not bother to wash, but first circled the camp to make sure that the commander and his lieutenant from last night were not in the camp, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Lieutenant Seth!"

Not far away, a bald man who was not wearing a shirt, but just a military jacket was draped over his body, shouted at Seth.

"Ah, Corporal Kukin." Lieutenant Seth glanced at the man with some fear, but responded enthusiastically to his greeting.

Don't look at Kukin as just a corporal, in the fourth battalion, with his delicate personality and strong muscles, he became brothers with many soldiers, forming a small group of no small size.

The appeal of Lieutenant Seth, an empty company commander, was even inferior to that of a corporal like Kukin.

Even in the nightly gambling game, he and the fat man took turns to sit in the bank, which was also a manifestation of their privilege.

Kukin came forward whistling and asked Lieutenant Seth:

"Those two people killed the fat man like this last night, and we didn't say anything?"

Between the words, there was a feeling that Lieutenant Seth was his subordinate.

Lieutenant Seth held back and did not have a seizure, forcibly swallowed this breath, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said:

"That's two majors, and it's our battalion commander, what can you do."

"What's wrong with the Major, what can he do with us? Remember the last battalion commander? ”

"Previous? Didn't you leave office after two days? ”

Kujin patted his head, smiled coldly, and said, "Oh, sorry, it should be the last one." ”

Lieutenant Seth rolled his eyes and recalled:

"Last one? That was two years ago... You deliberately broke out a conflict with him, and then found a substitute. ”

"If there is a first time, there can be a second time." Kukin licked his lips, looked at Lieutenant Seth, and said, "Do you want to join us." ”

Lieutenant Seth hesitated, and wanted to nod in agreement, but suddenly thought of Lawrence's cold eyes and the tragic death of the fat man, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"No, no, I still have some things..."

Lieutenant Seth waved his hand and hurriedly pulled away.

At the same time, after Lawrence and his party came to the woods not far from the camp, Lawrence signaled the cuirassiers and orderlies to hide here for the time being, and he and Trifali entered the camp first, so that they could hear the movement inside and reappear.

"Long... Sir! Lieutenant Seth spotted Lawrence and Trevary early this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Lawrence nodded lightly in return and commanded:

"Lieutenant, order all the soldiers to assemble, right here, just give three minutes."

Lieutenant Seth's pupils shrank slightly, and he had some bad premonitions, such a lawless life in the fourth battalion might be over from today.

"Yes, I'll do it." Lieutenant Seth saluted again, and hurried to gather the soldiers.

The three minutes Lawrence had set for him had passed quickly, and a group of loose, disheveled soldiers had gathered in front of him. They didn't even have a basic queue formation, and stood in front of Lawrence in a random semicircle.

"Even college students in later generations knew how to stand in line on the first day of military training." Lawrence thought helplessly.

Even though they were summoned urgently, everyone's faces looked indifferent or hilarious.

"Lieutenant, is everyone here?" Lawrence casually looked at the crowd, although he didn't know the specific number of the fourth battalion, but the soldiers in front of him were definitely less than two hundred.

Lieutenant Seth scratched his head in embarrassment and whispered in Lawrence's ear:

"There's... Dozens of people, saying they were sick. ”

"Sick? Let them come, and carry all those who can't go, and I'll heal them. ”

Lawrence raised the corner of his eye and commanded impatiently. You don't have to think about it to know that there will be dozens of people who happen to be sick and can't line up, and even if they need to report their illness, they still need the consent of their own commander.

"It seems that it was done too much last night, which provoked some people to resist. Hmph, but that's fine. ”

Lawrence didn't care about those who disobeyed, they happened to be good material for his own power.

Lieutenant Seth hesitated slightly, but hurried to the tents in the deepest part of the camp.

About two minutes later, Lieutenant Seth led a large group of people to Lawrence, all of whom were ruddy-faced and steady, and who looked half sick.

Lawrence looked at it, and the leader was a bald head, and he draped his coat over his body very casually, and Lieutenant Seth trotted over to Lawrence, reminding him that this man's name was Cunkin, and that he was the head of these men.

When Lawrence looked at Cunkin, Cunin also observed Lawrence with disdain, the light was too dark last night to see clearly, and then Cunjin found that Lawrence was definitely a noble son who was no more than twenty years old, and his disdain suddenly became even greater.

"Sir, I heard you're going to heal us? That's great. ”

Corporal Kukin twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Lawrence with a defiant face:

"However, I think you should treat yourself first, if you don't lie on the bed of those noble ladies in Ajaccio and run to the army, there should be something wrong with your head."

"It doesn't matter what questions I have, but I heard that you are sick and can't come to the assembly, and I'm very sad as a sir."

Lawrence replied with a calm smile, reached out and untied the cloth bag from his belt, and said:

"I have a bag of medicinal powder here, which can cure all diseases, do you want to try it?"

"Damn, what kind of tricks are you playing." Corporal Kugin scolded in a low voice, then looked up at Lawrence, and said disdainfully:

"Okay, I'll try."

With that, Corporal Kukin threw his coat directly on the ground, revealing his muscular upper body, walked up to Lawrence, shook his legs arrogantly, and said:

"Come on, sir."

Lawrence smiled and took a handful of black powder from the cloth bag and poured it on Kukin's body, spreading it all over his body.

"What is this?"

Kujin couldn't help but sniff his nose, only to think that the smell of the powder was very familiar.

"Did you know that in the country where gunpowder was invented, gunpowder was actually used as a medicinal herb in the beginning."

Lawrence said, taking a match from his purse and striking it, and before Kukin could react, he threw it directly on his powdered body.

"Ahh

The orange fireworks burst into flames, accompanied by the terrible wails of Corporal Kukin, who immediately fell to the ground and rolled wildly, but could not extinguish the flames that filled his body.

The smell of burning was in the air, and even the ground beneath Kujin was covered with a layer of grease from the burning.

All the soldiers were stunned, even Major Trefali's eyes widened, no one expected Lawrence to be so decisive.

It wasn't until half a minute later, when Kukin's wailing had turned into a feeble gasp, and even when wisps of black smoke began to rise from his body, that the soldiers reacted and shouted:

"Quick! Go get the bucket! ”

"Hurry up! Right next to the well! ”

And only to hear Lawrence interrupt the drink:

"I see who dares!"

Several of the soldiers who were about to leave the queue to get buckets looked back at Lawrence in horror, only to see that he was aiming his pistol at himself, his face cold and dripping water.

"Do I agree with you leaving?" Lawrence raised the muzzle of his gun and wandered between the soldiers, as he asked in a cold voice.

The men looked at each other, couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and hurriedly returned to the queue under the pressure of Lawrence's gun.

"Ahhhh Murder! It's murder! Go get me water! ”

Kujin endured the burning and stinging pain all over his body, lay on the grass, turned back and shouted at his henchmen, "Kill him, others!" ”

The more than thirty people behind Kukin looked at each other, and a few people in the back row quickly turned around and ran towards the well, while those in the front row gritted their teeth and stepped forward in unison towards Lawrence.

"I'll say it again, I'll see who dares!"

Lawrence let out a deep sigh and pulled the trigger with the muzzle of the gun pointed to the sky.

The six cuirassiers, who had been waiting in the woods for a long time, heard the gunshots, and instantly rode out of the woods, drew their sabers in their right hands, and skillfully drew their pistols in their left hands and aimed them at the soldiers who were approaching Lawrence and Trefali.