Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 144

   Chapter 144

In the days after   , Pierre, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, felt resentment in his heart, but he honestly rode on duty without being lazy.

  Others—whether it's the coachman or Dussack, no one dares to slack off.

   Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to home, everyone returned to their hearts like arrows, and the force of the whip in their hands unconsciously became much stronger.

   There is no more rain upstream, and the Pangtuo River has returned to its previous water level. The convoy no longer made a detour to Xiaoshi Town, and still crossed the river by the shortest route.

   "One!" The old handlebar style shouted hoarsely: "Two!"

  The young men around the cart grabbed the car and lifted it up desperately: "Three!"

   Accompanied by the sound of the horn, the cart, which was unable to move because the wheels got stuck in the cracks of the rocks, was lifted up abruptly.

  The old handlebar style saw this opportunity and hurriedly waved the whip, and the three mules and horses suffered pain, and dragged the cart and chariot to the other side of the river.

   Unlike walking on bridges, it is a hassle and hard work for a cart to cross the shoal.

  Under the river is not a rammed road, but a smooth cobblestone. Not only are the wheels unbearable, but the animals' hooves are also unstable, making them particularly vulnerable to injury.

   When they reached the edge of the road, the convoy took off the animals from their yokes, and used several horses to pull a cart across the river at the same time.

  In addition to the coachman who rode the horse, the other younger Dussacs and hired employees also had to take off their shoes, roll up their trousers, and shouted horns around the cart.

   This work is too hard, and the old people can't bear it, only the young can do it.

   Pierre only pushed the cart back and forth a few times at the Dowager Field, and his whole body was wet with sweat mixed with the river water.

  The river water in autumn is cold and gloomy, and it can take away the warmth and energy of people in an instant. Mr. Mitchell felt unbearable pain in his lower abdomen after catching cold feet.

  The convoy built several fires on the shore, and the coachman and Dussack were roasting clothes and warming up.

  Pierre wanted to go to rest, but remembered the beatings and scoldings of Mr. Mitchell who hated iron. His stubbornness also came up, gritted his teeth and reluctantly continued to help push the cart.

   After a few hours of work, the convoy was only halfway through.

  Gillard and Winters discussed it, and decided that Winters would bring a few horses to hold the cart in front of them, and choose a place to camp to prevent them from being scattered.

  Gillard took another part to the back team to urge them to speed up.

   It was less than a day's journey from Langtun Town after the Pantuo River. Winters and Girard were worried that some coachman would be eager to go home and leave the convoy and return to Wolf Town overnight.

   is not only dangerous, it may even disperse the entire convoy.

  The two teams of riders ran to the front and the rear respectively, and half of the carts had already crossed the river to go far, and the field of wading became much deserted.

   Fatigue and cold made the people carrying cars in the river unable to even shout their numbers.

   Pierre's pain was getting worse and worse under his navel, like a thousand knives were stabbing at the thorns, and he was panting in the river on his knees.

   "Boy, are you alright?" Sergey waded over and took Mitchell's shoulders: "What's wrong?"

   "It's okay, my stomach hurts." Pierre kept shaking.

   "Go, go to the shore to roast and have some hot soup."

  The two walked to the other side of the river together, and Pierre suddenly took old Sergey's arm: "Uncle, is there something wrong on the shore?"

   As early as when he was still working, because he was always looking at the fire unconsciously, Pierre could faintly perceive something strange.

   There were a few raw faces among the people who were cooking fire on the shore.

  Mitchell's memory follows his mother's. He is not unforgettable, but at least he will leave some impressions. He also knows this advantage.

   But he had no impression of the raw faces on the shore, and he had never seen those people in the convoy.

   However, it is not uncommon for passers-by to come and beg for hot soup when he is away from home. Those unfamiliar faces didn't stay long, they sat by the fire for a while and left.

  Therefore, Pierre didn't have much to do, he just kept his mind.

   But at this moment, Pierre found that the "familiar" faces not only returned to the fire, but more faces appeared on the shore.

  Pierre leaned over to Sergey's ear and told Sergey everything in a fast-paced voice.

   Sergey's expression darkened. Old Dussack held the saber and shouted at the shore: "Hey! Those guys, what are you doing?"

  The few faces on the shore pretended not to be calling him at first, but Old Dussack called them several times, so that they had nowhere to hide.

   "We're chasing big carts." Those people replied.

  Others also gradually noticed that the atmosphere was unusual, and several alert Dussacs approached their war horses quietly.

   "Why have I never seen you?!" Sergey asked sharply.

   No one answered.

  The field was dead silent, only the murmur of the river.

   "Kill!" A raw face lifted his cloak, turned and stabbed the driver next to him in the stomach.

  The driver's eyes were wide open in horror, and a "hoho" sound came from his throat, and he couldn't even scream for a while.

   "Kill!!" Seeing that they couldn't get through the barrier, the other faces also tore their disguise and pulled out their weapons to slash at the surrounding wolf villagers.

  Sudden killing, blood and death, the upheaval caught most of the coachmen and Dussack by surprise.

   The sound of killing was like a horn of an attack, and more figures in the woodlands on both sides of the Pangtuo River were quickly approaching the Tushe Field.

   "They are bandits!" Sergey scolded the wolf villagers who were still stunned: "Grass! Go get weapons! Dussack! Get on the horse!"

  Pierre was about to take a step, but the severe pain in his lower abdomen made him unable to move.

   Sergey, who ran a few meters away, turned back and ran towards the place where the horse was tied on the bank with Micheer in between.

   "Get on the horse! Get on the horse!" the old Sergey shouted as he ran, and the Dussacs in the river rushed towards their war horses.

   Several coachmen were desperately beating their horses, trying to force their way through the field. Another driver wanted to turn around in a panic, but couldn't move.

   There was chaos in the field, only a few drivers and hired workers jumped into the cart to look for weapons, and everyone else was running away.

  The vibration of the bowstring came from the bushes on both sides of the river bank. With the sharp sound of "咻咻", the arrows flew in the air above the water.

   "Archer!" Someone screamed.

   "There are crossbowmen in the woods!" someone shouted.

   A coachman just found the longbow from under the seat, and before he could wind the bow, a stubby crossbow bolt pierced his neck. The brave wolf town man clutched his neck and fell from the cart into the knee-deep river.

   Sergey pointed to both sides of the river and shouted, "Another thief is coming!"

  Pierre saw the bandits with weapons and tattered clothes emerge from the bushes, and he couldn't count the number of people for a while.

  Some bandits ran towards the cart to **** all kinds of good goods bought from Revordan. And some bandits went to **** Dussack's warhorse tied to the bank—a warhorse that was more valuable.

   Another bandit specialized in chasing and arresting horse riders wearing fine material clothes. Those people are the owners of the manor, not only carrying huge sums of money, but also kidnapping for ransom.

  Even if a well-trained army encounters a surprise attack, it is difficult to organize an effective counterattack, not to mention that most of the people in the Wolf Town convoy are just tenant farmers.

   The command structures of both sides in the melee were disabled.

   But the bandits have a clear purpose. They want money and goods, and they will kill anyone who resists. They are more subjective.

   On the other hand, the people of Wolf Town are scattered. Everyone fights and has their own plans. Only a few brave people try to fight back.

   But when most people are running away, the brave are the most visible targets and are often killed by bandits.

  The attention of many gangsters was attracted by Sergey's warhorse Chiyanghong, and several thugs with spears had already run to Chiyanghong's edge.

  In desperation, Sergey let go of Pierre and roared at the spear mob.

   "Ah!" The bandit who fell behind couldn't react in time, and was stabbed on the shoulder by the old Dussack.

   Sergey kicked the thug whose shoulders were almost chopped off with one kick. He didn't even take a second glance at this mortal guy, and he swung his saber and killed several other bandits.

   Even though he grew up listening to stories of wars, Pierre never thought that an old uncle who was over fifty years old would be so fierce.

   He gritted his teeth and picked up the spear dropped by the thugs on the ground, and rushed up.

  The bandit who heard the screams of his companions turned around and saw the old Dussack, and stabbed the old man with his spear.

  Sergey seized the opportunity and grabbed it with his left hand, and the spear was firmly grasped by him. He dragged behind him and slashed the enemy to death.

   But the two fists are no match for the four hands. When Sergey grabbed the spear shaft and slashed one person, another bandit held the spear monster and stabbed the old Dusak.

   Seeing that the bandit was about to succeed, Pierre, who was following him, was holding his waist. He fell to the ground, and the old Dussack turned around and slashed with great force, cutting off his head.

  The remaining two robbers were frightened by the god-like old Dussack, their hands and feet tingling, and the two threw away their weapons and fled.

   Sergey quickly helped Pierre onto Chi Yanghong: "Go! Go to the back! Go to your father!"

   "I'm not going!" Pierre shouted.

  Old Dussack didn't talk nonsense: "Don't go? If you don't go, stay and kill the enemy. Follow me along the river bank to kill those bowmen!"

   The scale of victory has completely tipped to the side of the bandits, and the situation has turned into a one-sided pursuit.

  The archers on the shore shot unscrupulously at the people of Wolf Town. The bandits in the field were chasing the coachman. The Dussacs fought each other, and Dussac, who had recaptured the horses, fled towards the front and rear of the convoy.

  Some manor owners ran to the woodland in a panic, but they didn't know that they were falling into the trap of bandits. There is still a chance of rushing out along the road, and escaping into the forest is a self-inflicted snare.

  To this extent, anyone who still wants to resist is left with a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

  An old gray-haired handlebar-style tumbler climbed up to the river bank and stumbled towards the direction of Wolf Town.

   The gangsters chasing behind shouted fiercely: "Don't run! Run again and kill you!"

  The driver turned his head to look at the bandit in panic, and one of his feet accidentally fell to the ground. He was thrown so hard that he couldn't stand up for a long time, and the bandits caught up with him laughing.

   "Please, don't!" The old handlebar knelt on the ground begged.

   The gangster came over and kicked the old man's stomach so hard that the old man curled up like a shrimp.

   However, the gangster seemed to be born without any sympathy. He put one foot on the old man's chest and raised his spear with a grin.

   The old coachman closed his eyes.

  The thunderous sound of horse hooves came, and Yiqi rushed to the side of the coachman and the bandits. The machete fluttered, severing the spear shaft and the bandit's neck.

   The speed of the warhorse did not decrease in the slightest, and continued to rush towards the disciple field.

   After the leading rider, more Dussacs wielded sabres past the headless corpses of the old coachman and the bandit.

The    thunderous shout exploded in the slaughterhouse, so shocked that everyone's heartbeat stopped for a while.

  The roar was also heard by the team behind 100 meters away, and the people in the field were even dizzy and tinnitus caused by the sound waves.

   An extraordinary silver-gray warhorse stood on the river bank, and everyone in the field of walking saw it and the rider on its back.

   "Reinforcements are coming!" Pierre recognized whoever came, and he couldn't help shouting: "Ура!"

  The still-living Dussack also recognized the person who came, raised his saber and roared: "Ура!"

   "It's Lieutenant Montagne!" The coachmen shouted excitedly: "The town officer is here!"

  The people of Wolf Town, who were scattered in the field, finally found the backbone, their morale was boosted, and the form suddenly turned into a reverse battle.

   "Don't run away! There are far fewer thieves than us! Come to me!" This time, Lieutenant Montagne's voice was not as shocking as before, but it was still loud enough that everyone in the field could hear it.

As soon as the    voice fell, the people of Wolf Town moved closer to the river bank, but a few bandits who were still trying to chase were killed by their concerted efforts.

  The people of Wolf Town climbed up the river bank one by one, but the surprised gangsters dared not chase after them.

   The two sides were confronted faintly.

   Of course, the bandit armed with a bow and crossbow would not fail to notice the head of the wolf town riding a horse, and several arrows immediately aimed at the rider of the silver-gray horse.

   Few gangsters can draw a hard bow, and the gangsters who ambushed Wolf Town have the most pounded bows, or they are simply twigs with strings.

  The arrows that flew towards the silver-gray horse rider from the riverbank were all weak, and the man easily deflected the bow and arrow shot at him with his saber.

   "Hahaha! That's all?" The rider of the silver-gray steed laughed at the bandit archer: "Come again!"

   Seeing the bravery of the town officer, the people of Wolf Town couldn't help cheering again. Vaguely, everyone began to feel that the arrows flying from the shore were not as scary as before.

   "That's the new officer from Wolf Town, right? It's a figure." The gloomy man with oval scars on his face in the bushes stared at the silver-gray horse rider: "Bring a crossbow!"

   This man with oval scars on his face is the leader of this group of gangsters. The skinny gangster next to him immediately handed over a huge steel crossbow.

The    bow is just scary. The bandit leader knows that the real thing in his hand that can kill is a crossbow, especially this heavy steel crossbow that requires a winder.

  The bandit leader carefully aimed, but did not make a next move, he waited patiently for the opportunity.

   Another few soft arrows flew towards the mayor of Wolf Town, and the rider of the silver-grey steed deftly pushed all the arrows away.

"It's now!"

   At the moment when the town officer in Wolf Town was distracted, the bandit leader buckled the launch rod.

  Steel heavy crossbow bolts swept across the field like a shooting star, flying towards the rider of the silver-gray steed.

   "What?" The bandit leader couldn't believe his eyes.

   The arrow of the crossbow, which is bound to be obtained, swept an arc in the air, and turned a small bend to bypass the target.

   Second Lieutenant Montagne sarcastically said, "A crossbow is a good crossbow, but a man is not a good man. Your archery skills are really bad."

   The sarcastic words spread to everyone's ears, and the people of Wolf Town echoed and cheered again.

   "It's there!" The second lieutenant pointed at the direction of the arrows with his saber: "Kill all the crossbows on the shore first!"

   Even in Palatine, Winters Montagne never gave up a day of spell training.

   Just now, he completed the first actual combat of the [Christian Huygens version] deflection technique.

  —cut—

   "W.M's Spell Book"

  Item: Skew

   Difficulty: S (original)

   (improved by Christian Huygens)

  Note: The point is not lateral acceleration, but rotation, which Teacher Christian calls centrifugal motion.

   If Winters was at the scene, he would have quietly informed everyone when he noticed something strange. Although Sergei Molotov is a man of agility, his mind is limited.

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