Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 176

   Chapter 176

  The frightened horses rampaged through the camp, destroying the tents like a storm.

  The barking of dogs, the sound of hooves, the neighing of horses, the exclamation of people, the tearing of fabrics... Thousands of voices made a concerted effort, and the Hurd camp was in chaos.

   Several bonfires were ignited and quickly extinguished, and the camp returned to darkness.

  Wyn Tesla ran with the little hunters, and several shabby Heards ran into them head-on.

   One of the **** Hurds yelled furiously: "[Herd] what are you running for? To drive the horses! Who is your leader?"

   Winters couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and he couldn't wait for the little hunter to speak.

   "Close your eyes!" He pulled the little hunter behind him, crushed the glass bottle in his hand, and aimed a flash at a few Heards.

  The container shattered, and the active metal powder in the bottle was activated by magic as soon as it came into contact with the air, and instantly turned into a dazzling white light.

   This light is brighter than lightning and more dazzling than the sun, and the Hurd people covered their eyes and screamed.

  The shirtless Hurd fell to the ground, still shouting: "[Herd] enemy! It's the enemy! Come on!"

  The Hurds have even had their retinas permanently damaged by super bright light, but they don't have to worry about that anymore.

  Winters rushed into the midst of the Hurds with a knife, and the Hurds, who were blind, had no resistance.

  Except for one person who rolled and crawled into the tents, all the others were beheaded.

   "Go!" Without time to hunt down the fleeing enemy, Winters led the little hunter to the outside of the camp.

The   leather gloves were burnt through by the flash, and he could smell a distinct burnt smell. The palm of his hand was even more painful, but he didn't know whether it was because he was punctured by glass or burned by alchemical substances.

   Beside the camp wall surrounded by carriages, Plato's spearmen and halberdiers were fighting with twenty or so Heards.

   There are well-armored Heard Sentinels. There are also Hurds who just woke up from their sleep and joined the melee with a machete.

   An iron tower-like barbarian Heard was wearing nothing, wielding two machetes naked and fighting wildly.

The    machete was knocked out, and he grabbed a halberd with his backhand, dashing left and right in the crowd, with a terrifying momentum.

  In this era when the average height of a farmer was only 1.6 meters, the barbarian was 2 meters tall, with a strong back and waist. I really don't know what to eat to grow such a body.

  The surrounding Plato militiamen looked like dwarfs in front of him, and no one could get close to him for a while.

   "[Hede] Come!" The burly barbarian smashed an unfortunate militiaman with a round halberd and shouted: "[Hede] Come!"

  Ish of Ganshui Town bit the coin, went around behind the giant, and saw the opportunity to stab the opponent's back with a spear.

   Under the full force of the sprint, the spear blade was completely submerged in the flesh and blood.

  The giant looked back at Ish in disbelief and raised his arms with difficulty.

   Seeing that the other party was not dead, Ish was stunned in place, and he was about to die together.

   Another six militiamen stabbed at the giant from all directions in the west, and joined forces to surround and kill the brave barbarian.

  The Hurds all wailed when they saw this scene. They were too few in number and were quickly swept away by the militia.

   The archers of Heard, who were placing cold arrows by the camp wall, also fell one by one.

   After finishing the archer, Winters jumped into the carriage, ripped off his helmet, and held his machete high.

   "Uukhai!" The cheers of the Platoons soared into the sky.

   There was no obstacle in front of them, everyone cut the ropes, dragged the carriage away, and tore a gap in the wall of the carriage.

  Charle ran over and tied Winters' left arm with a white cloth, and the militia armor was mixed to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

  Ciel saw that Winters' hand was dripping blood, and took out a clean cloth to bandage Winters.

   Winters shook off Ciel and shouted: "The flag!"

   Gendarmerie Heinrich handed the flag to the centurion,

   "Torches!"

  Everyone lit torches one after another.

   "Attack!"

   Winters led two centurions into Camp Heard and set fire to all directions. They don't have any kindling, but everything is flammable this season

  The fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire, and the fire swept the camp from west to east.

  The Hurds were still trying their best to drive the frightened horses out of the camp, when they suddenly found a fire in the west. Frightening cries of killing could be heard from all over the camp, as if thousands of troops were attacking.

  The night battle was originally a melee and chaotic battle, and the command system of the defending army finally collapsed completely.

   One man began to run away, and then all the Heards began to **** their horses and scrambled to flee.

  Those who are still sane want to regroup, but no one pays attention; those who are still brave try to fight back, but they are surrounded and killed by the enemy.

   On the contrary, the communication method of the Paratus is simple and rude: the drums keep playing, the fighting is constant; wherever the flag goes, the soldiers go.

   Winters tied a torch to the top of the flagpole, and led his men to charge in the camp.

   At the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and Lieutenant Mason led the other four centenarians to guard outside the camp, intercepting the Hurds who fled outside the camp.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska called it "dog hunting tactics". The Montagne team was like a hound that stunned waterfowl, creating chaos to drive the Hurds away from the camp.

   All the six centenarians would be unable to use it if they all invaded the camp, and the other four teams were not as capable and reliable as Winters' people.

   The fire grew stronger and stronger, and the entire camp was enveloped in thick smoke.

   Winters stood still and looked around, there were no living Hurds in sight.

As soon as the    army flag stopped, the militiamen gradually gathered.

  Heinrich's eyes were flushed with smoke, and his tears kept streaming out. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that no one is there! Your lord."

   Winters patted the drummer on the shoulder, and the drums stopped.

   "Stop rubbing your eyes and hold back." Winters was also in tears. He threw the flag to Heinrich and put the knife in the sheath: "Withdraw!"

   Simply identifying the direction, Winters led everyone out of the Hurd camp.

   But it didn't take long for the fire to subside a little, and he brought people into the camp again.

   You can't do it if you don't come back, everyone is so hungry. Patronizing the killing of enemies and arson, none of the meat, kumiss, and roasted whole sheep promised by the centurion were not seen.

   Winters directed everyone to put out the fire, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

   He just started fighting, and he wanted to burn the Hurd camp three times, forgetting everything else and forgetting to collect some food and drink.

   The Paratus had to rummage through the embers for food and loot.

   "Don't hide! Go back and divide it evenly! Hide and hang!" Winters urged everyone: "Hurry up! Don't delay!"

   Once the camp is on fire, it can be seen from a few kilometers away.

   The Hurd cavalry who attacked before will definitely come back to the rescue, leaving little time for the Paratus to clean up the battlefield.

   Winters dismantled a wagon from the camp wall and put it on the forcible transport.

  The militiamen threw their loot into the car. They were all small things like silver scabbards, weapons, buttons, etc. There was nothing too valuable, and everyone was a little disappointed.

   It was the first time in his life that Qiangyun pulled a car, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

   so angry that Winters slapped its ass.

  Fortune began to move forward slowly.

   Winters took out two candy bars and rubbed the horse's neck lightly.

  The horse snorted and licked Winters' palm with its tongue out, looking at its master.

  Winters shook his head helplessly, took out the last two candies, and turned the bottom of his pocket to show the horse: "No!"

   It is only through strong luck that you are willing to lift your legs.

   There was the sound of hooves approaching from behind, and Anglo rode the red mane to Winters. When he saw that it was forcibly pulling the cart, his eyes were straight.

   "How?" Winters asked the stable.

  Angelo nodded.

"thanks."

  Anglo shook his head again.

   The two of them asked one question and one answer, like playing a riddle.

   The most precious trophy was not gold and silver jewels, but the thousands of horses. The horses were all frightened away by Winters' "scare the beast", and they had to be brought back.

  It was naturally Dussack's responsibility to gather the horses, and Winters' secret order was: Pick three hundred fat warhorses and hide them.

   "Lieutenant Colonel informs you to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible and join him." Anglo also brought an official order.

"okay, I get it."

  Anglo saluted and left.

  The fire ignited quickly and died quickly, and the camp was quickly burned down. The smoke has not yet dissipated, and the ground is scorched black wherever you see it.

  The densely packed tents were only left with pitch-black wooden poles, still beeping and burning.

   Before dawn, the militiamen were burning torches, or sifting through the ashes for food and valuables.

   From time to time, militiamen find leftover jerky, charred cheese on the outside, etc. People don't bother to pick and choose, just wipe them on their clothes and eat them separately.

  Ciel ran to Winters beaming with a skin bag: "Ma's milk! Sir!"

   "Ma's milk?" Winters was also very surprised. He was so thirsty that his throat was smoking.

  But as soon as he pulled the plug, he remembered the promises and bragging before the war, and was really embarrassed to start it.

   Before you let go of yourself, you have to repay the debt now.

   Winters sighed and returned the skin to Charles: "Give it to everyone, let everyone drink a little and moisten their throats."

  Ciel looked reluctant.

   "Go." Winters swallowed.

  The precious mare's milk was passed on in the hands of the militiamen, and everyone took a cherished sip before handing it over to the next.

  Ish only took a sip, he wanted to take a big gulp. But everyone was just moistening their throats, and he didn't want to be a **** in front of his comrades.

   He walked over to the embers of the tent and swept his foot casually a few times.

  The blood wolf said that there are gold cups, silver bowls, pearls, and precious stones in this place, but up to now, everyone has not seen anything.

   Although he knew that the blood wolf was probably bragging, Ish was still a little disappointed.

   Because as long as you can bring home two - no, not even half a gold cup. He no longer has to be a long-term worker, he can buy a small piece of land and work for himself from now on.

  Even though Ish didn't believe in gold or silver cups at all, when he rushed to Hurd's camp, he still held the deepest and most sincere hope.

   But Ish doesn't hold out any hope now, he just feels a little silly.

   He stretched his foot perfunctorily and swept back and forth in the ashes a few times, and suddenly, he hit a hard object.

  Ish's heart tightened violently.

  The embers were still glowing red, and Ish couldn't wait to push them away with his bare hands. The hard thing reflected a unique golden luster in the firelight.

  Ish grabbed the hot golden bowl: "My lord! I found the golden cup!"

  Winters, Charles, Heinrich... Everyone heard Ish's excited cry, the militiamen ran to Ish, and Ish, who was holding a golden bowl, walked to Winters.

   "My lord! I found this." Ish carefully showed the golden bowl to the centurion.

  Winters originally thought that his subordinates regarded the copper bowl as a golden bowl, but when he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help taking a breath: "It seems... it's really gold!"

  Ish was so happy that he almost fainted.

   "Ish, this golden bowl has to be handed over to the public." Winters was a little embarrassed: "But I promise that it will be divided equally as I promised before. I will only take one portion, just like you."

  Ish's face turned red and white, hesitating again and again, and finally gave the golden bowl to Winters.

   "I dare not touch it." Winters smiled bitterly, and he called the military policeman's name: "Charle."

"exist."

   "Registered."

"Yes"

   "Heinrich."

"exist."

   "You show me this thing."

"Yes"

   "That's it." Winters thought for a while and looked at the lucky guy who found the golden bowl: "Ish, you and Heinrich are responsible for supervising the custody of all the spoils. You can nominate two more people to take care of the spoils together."

   Soon, several prestigious militiamen were elected.

   The spoils of war were placed on the carriage, and it was clear at a glance. Three militiamen and two gendarmerie guarded and supervised each other.

   "Don't watch the fun! Move fast! There's not much time!" Winters urged his men to speed up: "Don't hide your secrets, don't try martial arts."

  The militiamen scattered in a hurry, and the heavy golden bowl was placed on the carriage.

   Everyone was greatly encouraged, and their movements were much faster.

   "I found it too!" another shouted.

   This time, it was a huge gold belt buckle with beautiful patterns, which was found on a charred body.

   Winters accidentally discovered that the owner of the belt board seemed to be the shirtless Heard who was blinded by the flashing technique and then killed by him.

  The crowd continued to search for the center of the camp, and found some gold and silver utensils, as well as ornaments such as gold hilts and scabbards.

  The further east you go, the more valuables there are.

  The Platoons have red eyes, and they can't wait to dig every ashes and the remains of every tent three feet into the ground.

   "Sir! There is a big tent in the far east!" Another militiaman came to report: "It wasn't burned!"

  This camp is becoming more and more interesting, and the second lieutenant is interested: "Take me there!"

   At the easternmost edge of the camp, under the hillside, stood a large tent. It's really a "big" tent, at least ten meters wide, and it's not too much like a house.

The most interesting thing about    is that the big tent is sitting on a giant car and seems to be moving.

When    came to the tent, Winters understood why his men dared not go in: the tent was burnt to the ground, and only the tent and the small area behind it were safe and sound, extremely strange.

   "Bring the rope!" Winters didn't dare to step in: "Drag it down for me."

The   hook locks hung on the four walls of the tent, and the militiamen worked together to overturn the tent with brute force.

   "What is this?!" Winters was stunned.

   There was no one inside the tent - no, there was someone, there was a golden "man".

   A man made of gold stood in the center of the tent, watching the crowd silently and calmly.

  The golden man is three heads taller than Winters, with golden eyes, nose, and ears, only a few strokes, vivid, but no mouth.

   Everyone present was dumbfounded.

   All the militiamen were timid at this moment: "Sir, what should I do?"

   "What are you afraid of!" Wintersning couldn't believe it was pure gold: "It must be gilt! Bring a knife!"

   A few layers of gold shavings were scraped off, and if Winters read it right, there was gold inside too.

  The large camp after the fire was silent, and some militiamen were even trembling.

  Ish stammered: "This... this is not a pagan idol, is it?"

Winters was silent for a while, then suddenly threw the knife and laughed loudly: "Pagan idols are good! If I was a catholic sacrificial utensil, I wouldn't dare to take it! Hahahaha! Afraid of shit? Move away, move away! All for Lao Tzu! "

   The wagon loaded with the loot was instantly overloaded, and the militia immediately set off to find the wagon. Winters also sent someone to Lieutenant Colonel Jesska for help. He needed more horses.

   In addition to this golden man, there are many scattered gold and silver sacrificial utensils in the tent, all of which were packed by Winters.

   If it was before, these things are enough to surprise everyone. But now compared with the golden man, I suddenly lost the feeling.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska came to hear the news and was also taken aback.

   Winters saw the one-eyed tough guy with a look of fear on his face, which was the first time in history.

  Jesska called Winters aside and said hoarsely, "We...I'm afraid we've taken the Teltown Department home..."

  [Note: Telltown is one of the three divisions of Heard]

   The Golden Man.jpg

   Of course, theoretically, the golden sacrificial man captured by the hussars should be bronze. Moreover, the hussar general is to destroy the Huns army, which is different from the stealing of the camp like Winters.

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