The third Sunday in October is a holiday for the army. All soldiers and officers of the legion are exempt from training on this day. With the consent of the commander above the flag captain, they can leave the military fort and go to the wooden fort for recreation, as long as they return to camp before nightfall.
But this is only a treatment that a small number of veterans with extra wealth can enjoy. Most of the new recruits can only sleep in the camp or spend a few copper coins to buy some better food from the kitchen to reward themselves.
Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Art also invited a group of officers from the Welsh Army to hold a small banquet in the residence of the Beiguan Army Fort (Office Officer Academy Classroom), which was a way to win over 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 according to their respective military positions, and then chatted with people they knew well.
Sitting on both sides of Chief Chaiyat were a group of knight lords headed by military priests Robert and Odo Angus. Except for a flag captain and several squadron captains who led patrols and sentries, all the other officers above the squadron captain were sitting in the room.
The banquet has not yet begun. The cooks and kitchen servants in the baggage team's kitchen carried barrels of beer produced in the valley into the house, and three or five people drank from one barrel.
After carrying the beer, the cooks brought up cooked apple stew, grilled smoked fish, rye bread, soup and wheat paste and other foods on large trays.
Colin, the captain of the second flag of the first company, was a veteran from the patrol period and was familiar with Colin, the baggage officer of the legion. He knocked on the twenty-pound wine barrel on the table and complained to Spencer, the baggage officer: "Spencer, you are too stingy, aren't you? One barrel of beer for five people, how can it be enough?"
Spencer glanced at Colin, "Do you think the baggage train is a church? The legion only provides food and not wine. The adults bought the beer from the brewery with their own money for the banquet. If you want to drink enough, you can go to the wooden castle to drink it yourself. You can drink in the hotel. Anyway, you have military pay. You can drink as much as you want!”
Colin pursed his lips, "I'm just saying, look at how excited you are, miser~"
Spencer became even more excited when he heard this, "I said you are a short-lived ghost. How about we swap, and you come to be a baggage officer for a few days? Let's see if you dare to be generous."
"I~" Of course Colin knew that the legion had been short of money, food and materials recently. The baggage team's camp was crowded every day with officers of all levels asking for weapons, armor and baggage equipment. This baggage officer was not easy to be at all.
While the two were "arguing", the cooks had already served all the food for the banquet.
At the main seat, Art patted the two deerhounds squatting next to the armchair, then picked up the wooden cup filled with wine on the table and said to the officers in the hall, "Everyone, we have worked hard in the past ten days. Home. Today is a holiday, and I specially bought some beer brewed in the valley from the wooden castle to reward everyone. Now that the legion is in a tight situation, you are also suffering a lot, but this situation is only temporary..."
"...In short, you have all followed me step by step from a humble patrol officer. I hope that everyone can work with me and continue to fight side by side!"
At the banquet, Art felt that his speech at the banquet was a little long. Everyone had worked hard for more than ten days, and eating and drinking was the most important thing.
"Without further ado, you all drink this glass of wine with me, cheers!" After saying that, he raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.
"Cheers!" There was a soft cheer in the hall.
After finishing his drink, Art turned around and made an invitation gesture to the military priest Robert, then put down his wine glass and reached out to grab a piece of bone-in stew and prepared to put it into his mouth.
But as soon as the stew was brought to his mouth, a deerhound that was squatting next to him, waiting for his master to reward him with broken meat bones, suddenly stood up and kept barking at Art.
Robert picked up the wine glass and laughed a few times, and said to Art: "Master Art, I have told you a long time ago that feeding hunting dogs is a wrong thing to do. Look, two lazy guys have already started to ask for food from you."
Ate laughed awkwardly. He had never raised a hunting dog before, and due to the inertia formed in his memory, since Baron Antayas sent these two hunting dogs, Art had not taken them hunting much. He only fed them on weekdays.
"Hush! Quiet!" Art gave the order to the two hunting dogs, but the two hunting dogs continued to bark.
"Quiet! Get down!"
Hunter usually the two hounds would crawl on the ground obediently once Art made a noise, but today the two hounds became more and more agitated for some unknown reason.
The lively banquet hall began to be interrupted by the barking of dogs, and all the officers looked at the main table.
Matt was a little embarrassed. In order not to affect the banquet, he picked two pieces of stew meat from the plate and threw them to the barking hunting dogs.
The stew was thrown on the ground, and the two hunting dogs stopped barking, but they did not grab the stew bones at all. Instead, they lowered their heads and sniffed, then stepped back and twitched their nostrils at the pieces of stew on the ground, revealing a row of pointed fangs.
This is the reaction of dogs when facing enemies.
"What happened today?" Art was full of doubts. He didn't know what happened to the two hunting dogs who were usually very obedient.
"Woo~woo~" The hunting dog kept roaring at the stew on the ground.
Bang!
A kitchen steward broke open the wooden door of the banquet hall and rushed in.
"The stewed meat is poisonous!!!"
"The stewed meat is poisonous!!!" The kitchen steward exclaimed twice.
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then there was a burst of panic. Those who had chewed the stew into their mouths quickly spit it out, and those who had not yet put it into their mouths were thrown back into the plate.
Time goes back to a moment ago.
Just when Art was being impassioned to everyone at the banquet, the cooks in the baggage team who had been busy all afternoon were finally able to take a break. One of the cooks poured the swill used to wash the stew pot into the trough of the pig pen next to the kitchen. Watching the newly raised piglets greedily grabbing food, the cook took out half an apple from his arms and took another bite along the spot he had just bitten.
These piglets are the legion’s source of fresh meat this winter, and he has to keep them fat.
But the smallest piglet in front of the trough had just taken a few sips of swill before he retreated and began to foam at the mouth.
Then the other piglets began to grunt and run around, foaming at the mouth.
Seven or eight pigs suddenly appeared in this situation, which startled the cook who was feeding them. He hurriedly ran to call the kitchen steward.
The kitchen steward observed for a while the piglet, whose limbs began to stiffen and fell to the ground. His eyes opened wider and wider, filled with fear.
The kitchen steward abandoned the several cooks who were also panicking, turned around and rushed towards the stone house of the mansion where the banquet was being held...
The hunting dogs were still barking, but the banquet hall was already in a panic. Most of the officers had not had time to eat the stew, but a few greedy and fast guys had already swallowed several pieces of the stew. They were squatting on the ground and digging their throats with their fingers, hoping to spit out everything they had eaten. Several officers around them also gathered around them, giving them water and patting their backs, hoping that the unlucky guys would spit out the poison...
It was a mess.
"Quiet! Everyone be silent!! Sit back down!" Art slapped the table and ordered everyone in the room.
The group of people were officers after all. After hearing the chief officer's order, they immediately calmed down and sat back down.
"Here!" Spencer stood up from behind the wooden table at the bottom.
“Hurry up and get the medics to come over and treat the poisoned officer!”
"You personally lead the cavalry team left behind in the military camp and go out of Beiguan to patrol the wilderness!"
"Yes!"
…......
"Ron."
"Yes!" Ron also stood up.
"Calling the soldiers of the Guard Corps to patrol the fort and its surroundings with armor and weapons. If anyone is suspicious, he will be arrested immediately. If there is resistance, kill him on the spot!"
shall be required to patrol the fort and the surrounding area;
"You lead a team of standing peasant soldiers back to the wooden castle in the valley to see if there is a crisis at the civil affairs side of the wooden castle. All crises will be dealt with immediately!"
"The rest of the officers immediately returned to their respective camps, counted and controlled the soldiers under their command, recorded the soldiers who had gone out and not returned, and reported them quickly. No one is allowed to leave the camp without my order!"
After a while, only Art, Robert, doctor Thomas and a few guards were left in the banquet hall.
随军医士托马斯查看了几个躺在地上或爬在桌上中毒的军官，搀扶起中毒表现最明显的第二连队第三旗队长安德鲁，只见安德鲁已经陷入昏迷状态，面色潮红、瞳孔扩大、口淌Saliva was accompanied by slight twitching of the limbs. "Sir, several of them have been poisoned. It should be refined belladonna or snake plant (a local highly poisonous plant)."
"Can we still be saved?" Art asked hurriedly.
Thomas shook his head and sighed, "The other officers didn't eat much and were not seriously poisoned. They should be able to recover by drinking some prepared medicinal soup. But Andrew took a few big mouthfuls of soup, and all the poison was in the soup. I'm afraid he can't be saved."
Art turned his anxious eyes to the military priest Robert again.
Robert also shook his head, "Master Art, if it is a sword wound, I can give it a try, but it is highly poisonous and I can't do anything. I can only pray that God can grant brother Andrew mercy."
Matt was a little helpless. Such a thing happened not long after the legion was established. Although it was discovered in time and did not cause a major disaster, if it cannot be handled properly, the morale of the army will definitely be hit.
The most important thing right now is to treat the poisoned officer.
Memories were running through my mind, hoping to think of a way to relieve the poison, but racking my brains I couldn't think of any special medicine around me that could detoxify.
His eyes kept moving, and Art caught a glimpse of the vomit that had just been taken out by the officer.
「Gastric lavage!」
A word popped out of Art's mouth, and everyone present didn't understand what he meant.
shall should shall be shall shall shall shall must must needs need to be done;
"Go quickly!" Art roared.
"Oh~oh~yes." Spencer looked confused and led people to prepare excrement water.
After Spencer left, Art asked the guards to make a place for Andrew so that he could lie down.
After a while, Spencer walked into the house carrying a large bucket of feces filled with food residue and a strong stench.
Without thinking much, Art picked up an empty wooden bowl on the table and scooped up half of the bowl from the excrement bucket. "You two, hold him down and open his mouth."
"Sir, you~" Thomas stood up and put an end to Art's crazy behavior.
"Thomas, I'm saving him. If it's too late, he won't be saved." Before he had time to explain, Atal pulled a guard and opened Andrew's mouth, and then poured half a bowl of feces into Andrew's mouth.
· Fecal juice poured down Andrew's throat and into his stomach...
· Wow~~
· Andrew spasmed, and all the meat and fish in his stomach gushes out.
Wow～～
Wow～～
The few people standing in front of Andrew couldn't bear it any longer, and turned their heads and vomited~
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Late at night, in the Beiguan Army Fortress.
Matt has returned to the small room dedicated to him in the military castle mansion, but at this time, two personal guards gathered in the room.
"Sir, Andrew has vomited all the bitter water and is now exhausted. However, Doctor Thomas said that the symptoms of poisoning have been relieved a little. We fed him some honey water, but He only drank a few sips and spit out the rest."
"Several other guys who were slightly poisoned drank some honey water and are much better." The baggage officer Spencer softly reported the situation of the poisoned officers.
"Spencer, you must take good care of the poisoned officers and never let them get into trouble again."
h "Have you found any results by asking you to check the kitchen?" Art has already begun to check the poisonous snakes lurking in the legion.
Spencer replied: "Sir, the people in the kitchen have been checked. The people in charge of today's banquet are a few old brothers. I checked and questioned them one by one. There should be no problem."
"Just what?" Art glared at Spencer.
"However, the kitchen has been busy lately. In our spare time, we will ask a few soldiers to help in the kitchen. They can also take the opportunity to eat a few more bites of bread or chew a few bones from the kitchen. But today, two new soldiers came to the kitchen to help. However, they left without eating anything after helping. "~"
Before Spencer finished speaking, Odo hurriedly opened the door and barged in, "Sir, it's past the time to return to camp, but three soldiers have not returned to camp."
"Which three?" Art stood up and asked.
"There is a veteran of the crossbow squad, and two new soldiers from the Third Flag Team of the First Company."
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