Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 875 - 6 Tears_3

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Shortly afterward, the entire first battalion assembled in formation. They would be the first to be informed after Winters, followed by the entire army, then the whole of Iron Peak County.

Looking at the soldiers who had just come off the battlefield, with wounds still scarred over, Winters was overwhelmed with emotion.

He struggled to organize his words, “…In the refugee camps, in the southern city of Revodan, because of the strict enforcement of epidemic discipline, although people fell ill, it was ultimately contained… I don’t believe the plague is a calamity sent by the gods, if the Heavenly Father is merciful, he would only help us, not spread the plague…”

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In the end, even someone accustomed to eloquent speeches before the ranks didn’t know what to say.

He fell silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over each face: “I remember it now. The ‘Aichen Plague,’ two hundred thousand Aichens, in the end, a quarter of them perished. Iron Peak County has just been through a brutal battle and can’t withstand another plague. So… it relies on the courage of each of you, everyone is relying on the courage of each and every one of you… I need you to fight once more…”

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“Wear your kerchief properly.” Dwarf Peter’s face was covered tightly, repeatedly cautioning, “Don’t touch it with your hands, if anyone resists, poke him with a spear. Don’t be tempted by good things you see, catching the plague is not worth it…”

In the ranks, Monkey’s knees went weak, drained of strength, cursing himself bitterly in his heart.

Without hesitation, Monkey accepted the recruitment offered on the spot by Chief Sergeant Peter Buniel.

In the previous conflict with the Terdon Tribe, the Iron Peak County Infantry Regiment had lost the most lives, suffering the greatest casualties.

The soldiers who died in battle or were disabled due to injuries needed to be replaced, and the regiment urgently needed fresh blood.

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As such, without waiting for official approval from above, each company began recruiting new soldiers— from this perspective, the Iron Peak County Infantry Regiment had, from the moment of its inception, a tendency to perpetuate itself like a living organism.

Unexpectedly to Monkey, Doug, who initially planned to return home and settle down, also accepted the recruitment by Peter Buniel upon seeing his good friend enlisting.

At that time, Monkey felt a bit moved and a bit envious: “You’ve earned so much land, why join the army?”

But now, Monkey felt only guilt and a sense of shared adversity. Because of his decision, Doug had to join this damned, uncertain “epidemic prevention.”

Monkey wanted to run away.

So did Dwarf Peter.

He seemed calm, but that was only because his face was covered tightly.

In fact, at the moment he learned of the plague in the shanty area, Dwarf Peter’s knees started trembling, and his forehead began to sweat.

However, with dozens of eyes staring dead at him, even if he wanted to escape, there was nowhere to run.

Dwarf Peter saw Captain Thomas waving at him.

He turned around, and tears immediately began to flow.

However, the warriors of the first company could only see the back of Sergeant Bunir, not the tear-streaked face of Bunir.

“Move!” Dwarf Peter’s shout was on the verge of breaking.

The shantytown outside Saint Town had already been surrounded by each company with stakes and ropes, and another portion of the civilians were urgently constructing a new camp.

But that didn’t mean they could ignore the shantytown.

Carrying torches and short spears, the soldiers, led by Sergeant Peter Bu who was known as the “Blood Wolf Champion,” entered the shantytown without turning back.

The sealed-off shantytown first fell into panic, a complete mess. When people realized there was no way to leave no matter what, they gradually became numb.

Even before the hunger, the shantytown was already a cruel place. Upon learning that the plague had broken out, people became even more indifferent.

The body of a mother lay across the shanty, and despite the crying of her children, no one paid any attention.

Leaving the situation unattended would only lead to a further spread of the plague.

Regardless of whether the dead had died from the disease or starvation, Dwarf Peter led people to carry the bodies out of the shantytown to be burned, and the tents and belongings of the deceased were burned on the spot.

Monkey overheard someone muttering under their breath: “Did you see that? Sergeant Bunir seems to have cried.”

“Fuck off!” Monkey, his eyes full of red veins and brimming with tears, cursed loudly: “It’s the smoke! The smoke!”