Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 175

   Chapter 175 Plans and Changes

  What is rare and easy to lose is the time; when the time arrives without turning the heel, it is the opportunity.

   Now it's not a question of whether Winters wants to fight, but the fighter plane is in front of him, and he can't let it go.

   is like seeing a red and round button, people will instinctively shoot;

   Seeing the throat of a living creature, the beast instinctively wanted to bite.

   Brutal soldiers came out, tents, supplies, and spare horses were all thrown down.

   Their weakness was exposed in front of Winters like this, what Veneta, Prato... those had all been left behind, and now Lieutenant Montagne was only excited.

   The bright circles under the hillside disappeared one by one, that is, the left-behind Hurd people were extinguishing the bonfire.

   Taking advantage of the last fire, Winters quickly wrote down the layout of the camp.

   He visually estimated that there were at least a thousand Heards in the battalion, twice as many as his own. This battle had to be carefully planned.

   Outside the Hurd camp, the officers of the Jaska Brigade were in high spirits.

   In Camp Pratu, General Sackler was furious.

"One-eyed Jessica! He's so brave! It's bad for me!" Sackler's forehead burst into blue veins, and his chest heaved violently: "Who gave him the courage to leave without permission! If the North Bridge is lost, I have to take the other one. His eyes were also dug out! Lao Tzu crushed him with his own hands!"

  The others were silent, and Colonel Laszlo had to bite the bullet and come out to ease the atmosphere: "Then do you want his eyes, or do you want to break him?"

   Sackler rarely swears swear words: "I'll dig first and then collapse!"

"When the first wave of messengers was dispatched, the battle was too dangerous. Jesska should have sent troops out of desperation. Since he hasn't arrived yet, it means that he encountered the messenger behind and retreated..." Laszlo persuaded.

   "It's also possible that the entire army has been wiped out, and the North Bridge was captured by the Hart barbarians." Sackler said coldly.

   Now even Laszlo doesn't know what to say.

   Sackler rested his forehead to calm down for a while, and when he spoke again, he regained his dignified and calmness: "It's too late to say anything, Arpad has to attack in advance."

   "Advance?" Some people are puzzled

   Sackler's attitude was firm: "Ahead! Bring a pen and paper!"

   The guards offered pen and paper, the brigadier general used a stone as a desk, and scribbled a few words on parchment.

   He couldn't even wait for the paint to heat up, so he took off the Lu Yuan graduation ring on his hand as a rope buckle and a token.

"Choose a few brave and reliable messengers to cross the river and give the letter to General Arpad." Sackler handed the letter to Laszlo and said to the other group commanders: "You also go back and prepare for yourselves, Barbarian Heard. Coming soon."

  The star officer tried to sound the alarm bell, and the Plato soldiers who were resting with their weapons were awakened.

   Assembling, marching, fighting, digging trenches, building walls, logging, the soldiers never rested from the moment they left the camp. They had just taken a nap before going into battle again.

  Three messengers rode to the river bank, the letters were carried in double-sealed waterproof carriers.

   The overland messengers only went out but never came back. Obviously, they were all intercepted by the Hurds, and swimming to the south bank was the only safe route.

  The pontoon bridge has not been set up yet, and the small messenger headed by him strips naked, unseats his saddle, and marches into the rapids with his horse's neck in his arms.

   Although the river water was not frozen, it was bone-chilling. The war horse only took a few steps into the river, then neighed and struggled and refused to move forward.

  Andre, who was building the pontoon bridge, threw the cable to the other side.

   The man grabbed the rope and the militiamen on the other side dragged him over. The man's lips were already dark blue when he landed, and the militiamen next to him quickly took off his clothes and wiped his body.

   The second messenger went down the river immediately, but when he reached the middle of the river he suddenly got a cramp and the cable dropped. In the blink of an eye, the Platonic man was swept away by the rapids and disappeared into the jet-black waves.

   The third messenger also gritted his teeth and went into the water, but luckily there was no more accident.

   "Give them two horses!" Andre yelled across the river.

The little man headed by    bowed his head gratefully, and Andre took off his helmet and saluted.

  The two messengers jumped into the saddle, and without waiting for the militiamen to send their clothes to the opposite bank, they galloped towards the camp immediately.

   On the hillside opposite the camp, the Hurd cavalry with torches gathered more and more, one by one fire pythons approached from a distance.

   Gradually, the Hurds began to shout in unison in an incomprehensible language. The shouts imply rhythm, apparently some kind of poem or scripture.

  Invisible sound waves hit the small camp from all directions, and it seems that there are thousands of troops hidden behind the night.

   Lieutenant Varga jumped onto the parapet and shouted at his men: "Never fear the heathen, the Lord will bless us with victory!"

   He began to recite the scriptures, and more and more soldiers followed him, and several clergymen accompanying the army also began to guide.

  The two waves of voices collided, and for a while, no one could suppress the other.

  Lieutenant Roy was not in the mood to participate in the theological debate, so he approached Lieutenant Colonel Robert: "Why do I think the barbarian's momentum is bigger than that in the daytime?"

   "It's more than the day." Lieutenant Colonel Robert looked worried: "I'm only worried... these are not all..."

   "Then what? Sir."

   "What to do? We will do what the general tells us to do." Robert patted the lieutenant on the shoulder: "As for now, get your musketeers ready."

  Sekler's temporary camp was shaped like a hexagram, and each attacked wall would be met with crossfire.

   Each of the six brigades is stationed in a corner, and the brigade closest to the river bank also serves as the reserve. As the most powerful brigade, Robert's brigade was responsible for defending the North Point, which faced the enemy.

   On the distant hillside, the Hurds began to extinguish the torches. Lieutenant Colonel Robert's heart tensed. This was a precursor to an attack.

  In the Palatu camp, the command to "turn off the lights" also came one after another.

  The battlefield quickly turned to pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

   Brigadier General Sackler, who was watching the enemy, slammed a punch on the wall, and the second round of attacks came too much earlier than he expected.

  The various tribes in the Hurd army were mixed and separated from each other.

   Fighting against the wind is naturally everyone vying for the first and brave, but once the attack is setback, it is not easy to restore morale.

   Sackler had thought that the enemy would launch a second attack tomorrow.

   But when the militiamen of Jieska's brigade floated down from the upstream with the wooden raft, his plans were all disrupted.

   "Jesska! You bastard!" Sackler was so angry that his teeth were itching: "Thanks to me for getting you back!"

   At this moment, in a ravine five kilometers southwest of Sackler, the culprit who disrupted the grand plan was still happily preparing to steal the camp.

   Winters was unaware of the Brigadier General's anger, but even if he knew he didn't care--outsiders were so cool.

   The remaining drinking water and food for the two centurions under his command were collected by him, and then divided equally.

   "Gentlemen! I know everyone is hungry, and so am I!" Winters stood on a boulder, surrounded by his men.

   "But that's all we eat." He held up a loaf of dry bread that wasn't the size of a knuckle—that's all for everyone: "I can't feed you all with five loaves either."

  The crowd was completely silent, and the militiamen had no idea what the second lieutenant wanted to say.

"Although we didn't eat anything." Winters pointed to the east and said with a big laugh, "but there is everything in the camp ahead! The meat is fragrant and tender, and it is better to eat it with salt than anything! Horses Milk wine, just drink it, it's not intoxicating! Roast the whole sheep, the skin is charred and crispy, and the mouth is full of gravy when you bite it!"

   "That taste, that feeling... tsk tsk tsk." Winters shook his head gently and sighed: "It's so beautiful!"

  The audience's Adam's apple turned, and the saliva was almost uncontrollably frantically secreted.

   In fact, Winters has never drank kumiss, has never eaten hand meat, and he doesn't even know if there is a whole roasted lamb dish. All his descriptions are of roasted whole pigs from Mitchell's house.

"If you don't like meat, there are yoghurt, cheese, soufflé, milk cakes...all in gold and silver, inlaid with pearls and gems. The barbarian chief Yasin has a large gold mine, and 10,000 slaves mine it for him. But his taste is very bad, he only knows how to stack materials, and the golden cups and golden plates are all dead."

  The pre-war agitation has completely entered the stage of unleashing the imagination.

   Fortunately, it was so dark that no one could see Winters blushing, and no one came out to raise a bar with him: "Each of you can take one home as a souvenir!"

   "I have a lot of cubs, can I take two? My lord!" Someone suddenly raised his hand to interrupt.

   "Okay! If you can take it, I'll give you two. No, two each!" Winters continued to brag cheekily: "But only two, because the rest is mine!"

  The crowd roared with laughter.

   "Gentlemen! Eat! Drink! Silver! Gold! It's all there!"

   He smashed the small piece of dry food on the ground: "Who the **** wants to eat this? Let's go drink and eat meat!"

  The militiamen also smashed the dry food on the ground, and everyone's eyes were shining.

"But listen to me about one thing!" Winters' tone changed suddenly, becoming murderous, he held a wooden stick: "I didn't order, who would dare to pick the title first, or the title after the war. If you lose it, you will be killed! The spoils of war are distributed evenly, and whoever dares to hide and fight for the spoils of war in battle will be hanged!"

   The usually gentle second lieutenant Montagne disappeared, and Ish who was in the queue suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

   In the darkness, he could not see the figure of the second lieutenant, but he could feel that the one hiding behind the night was not the second lieutenant, but the blood wolf.

   "Wear the title!" A voice came from the darkness again.

  Ish hurriedly took out the bit—just a stick—and bit it.

  There is twine at both ends of the stick, and Ish grabs the end of the rope and knots it at the back of his head.

   He suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly untied the loose buckle and tied it into a dead buckle.

   "Gentlemen! After taking care of the Hurd barbarians in front." Winters looked around the crowd: "Let's have a feast!"

   "Go!" He waved his hand and bit the stick tightly.

   Under the cover of the night, the two centurion spearmen quietly climbed out of the ravine and touched the Heard camp under the hill in front.

The other four centenarians of the    brigade were ambushed in the ravine, waiting for the agreed signal.

  Two centurions marched in columns, the latter soldier grabbing the belt of the former because many were night blind.

  Winters was at the front, and when he visually estimated that there were still about 200 meters, he took out a copper rod to stimulate the light spell slightly, and shook it a few times above his head.

The   dark green light was inconspicuous at night, but the militiamen behind could see it clearly.

The    column unfolded into a horizontal line, and everyone slowed down and lowered their bodies even more.

   When there were still about 50 meters, the militiamen with good eyes could already see the Heards walking around in the battalion.

  The large army lay on the ground and stood by, and Winters continued to move forward with the little hunter.

   Winters has also changed into a full set of armor, wearing a Heard iron helmet, and his face is plastered indiscriminately. Except for the slightly obscene posture of the cat's waist trot, it really looks like a Heard from a distance.

   There was a slight "crashing" sound when walking while wearing a tie, but fortunately he didn't notice it.

  The outermost circle of the Hurd's camp is a carriage, which is a bit like a carriage formation.

  However, the Hurds had two-wheeled carriages, and Winters escorted the baggage train all the way, and saw that these were all single-set carriages.

   After the carriage was a tent, and there were no trenches, parapets, or fences.

   Stepping between the humble tents, Winters immediately changed into a strutting posture, as if coming home.

  Bell followed the second lieutenant nervously, gulping down his saliva, and kept looking back to see where he came from.

   Winters patted Bell on the shoulder in a big way, signaling the little hunter not to be nervous.

   At this moment, Winters misses the old pirate Gold a little, who is the best at bluffing.

  The two of them passed all the way without hindrance, and went all the way to the inner circle of the camp, suddenly enlightened.

   There are countless horses in front of them, chewing or resting, thousands of groups, and no neighing - the Hurd people's ability to train horses is really terrible.

   Winters was stunned for a while.

   This is the layout of Heard's camp: the wagon is on the outermost side, and the tents wrap the horses.

   The Hurds would take their horses out of the camp for food during the day. If there were enemies around, they would rush into the camp at night, otherwise they could stay outside at night.

   "[Hede] Hey! What are you doing?" A Hede man came over and said in a very annoyed tone: "[Hede] is not allowed to touch horses at night camp, is it too long for life?"

   Winters raised his hand and shot the Hurd with a flying arrow. Now that he has touched this place, he doesn't need to hide anymore.

  The horses raised their heads to look at Winters when they heard the sound.

   Their ears are fluttering and their eyes are blinking, they look small and cute, and there is only kindness and calm in their eyes.

   In front of him was a pony with a white star on its forehead. Winters reached out and scratched the horse's forehead, and the pony let it meekly rub it.

   "I'm sorry." Winters secretly apologized, then crushed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and a short growl burst out of his throat: "Woooo!"

   Combination spells are activated, gasification, wind control, and sound amplification.

   The low roar amplified by magic exploded in the center of Hurd's camp, and the liquid in the bottle was instantly vaporized, and rolled towards the horses under the effect of the wind control.

   Winters was instantly dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

   The star spotted pony was so frightened that he raised his legs and ran.

  All Hedmas are like crazy, no more docile, no matter how far they flee, knocking over, trampling over, and destroying everything.

   This is a full version of "Scare the Beast" - Winters now has an unlimited supply of beast dung.

   Watching thousands of horses run away, Winters has an indescribable sense of accomplishment: this may be the most astonishing "scare the beast" ever.

   Horses, actually very timid.

   Once frightened beyond the threshold, the horse will enter a state of extreme mania, and the normally docile horse will become extremely aggressive.

   The fear of beasts in Hedma's instinct was awakened by Winters, and all acquired training would be suppressed by the urge to escape.

   They just want to run now, run desperately.

   This emotion is also contagious, even if the horse is not frightened, it will blindly follow the frightened horse.

The tents in the    camp were overturned one by one, and the horrified and desperate shouts of the Hurds came from all directions: "[Herd] The horse is startled! Run! The horse is startled!"

   A startling horse can be called trouble;

   A hundred frightened horses is terrible;

   What about the thousand horses?

  10,000 horses?

   At this moment, no one is more desperate than the Hurds in the battalion.

  Bell took out more than a dozen porcelain vases and splashed them clumsily around.

   Wen Tesla turned around and ran at the silly boy: "The horse is rushing!"

  Some horses broke through the carriage and escaped from the camp, and some horses dashing around like headless flies rushed back.

   The movement inside the camp was clearly heard by the militiamen outside.

  Ish jumped up and shouted, "Woooooo!"

   "Woooooo!" The two centenarians shouted and rushed towards the Hurd camp.

  [Note: They wanted to shout to kill, but they were biting the coin in their mouths and could only make a "woooo" sound]

Behind   , more militiamen climbed out of the ravine and rushed towards the Hurd camp.

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