Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 178

   Chapter 178 Minor improvements

   As the saying goes: Don't disturb the lion's sleep, and nothing is wrong.

   Another proverb: A tiger's **** cannot be touched.

   What the Jesska team did last night can no longer be described as simply "touching the butt".

   They set a fire on the tiger's butt, cut out a large piece of meat, and kicked Eggy hard before leaving.

   On the sentry tower, Winters calmly stuffed steel nails into the holster on the gauntlet, and casually said to Bud: "The Hurds are so angry."

   "Isn't this nonsense?" Bud replied angrily: "Why are you robbing other people's idols?"

"It's not that I wanted to grab it, you weren't there." Winters said in a somber tone: "These guys have green eyes when they see such a big lump of gold. I said, 'Don't move, let them go'. They don't Promise!"

   The two of them saw tens of thousands of Hurd cavalry—they knew they were the main force of the Teltown Division—with three inner and three outer floors surrounding the bridgehead, and they were about to attack the city immediately.

The   Jinjian was taken away, and the Hurds were devastated and desperate, and wanted to take it back immediately—it's understandable, but they chose the wrong place to start the battle.

   Although the bridgehead of the Jesska Department is small, it is by no means an easy bone to gnaw.

  This civil building is backed by the river bank and is commanding.

   Surrounded by open space, only a small piece of wood has been cleared by Winters. The ground was bare, and there was not even a place to cover it.

The   fort wall is integrated with the wooden bridge across the confluence river, and the defenders can advance or retreat.

   And the four sides of the bridgehead are very narrow, and no amount of enemies can expand.

   There were originally two centenarians stationed here. After the arrival of the Jesska brigade, they continued to renovate and reinforce the original fortifications.

   They have much more time than the Sackler Department, so what lies in front of the Hurds is not the simple defense of the Sackler camp with low walls and shallow trenches.

   It is a trench with a depth and width of more than two meters, continuous Juma piles, four large and one small five bastions, and a double-layered walled wall with a high and low configuration.

   Although not as well-designed, expensive and daunting as those star fortresses. But if you want to break through this defense system, the Hurds will have to take hundreds or thousands of lives to fill it.

The    horn sounded, and the Heard cavalry in the distance made a noise and began to advance towards the fort wall.

   "Dare to come?" Winters gasped, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

  Bud glared at Winters, jumped off the sentry tower, and walked to the southwest corner bastion he was in charge of.

   When Alaric, who speaks a fluent common language, led people to attack the Styx camp, he at least launched dozens of chariots as cover.

   The Teltown cavalry in front of him, not to mention the chariot, even had few shields, and they dared to attack with great fanfare, which really made Winters a little difficult to understand.

   He had an idea for no reason: "Shouldn't the Hurd... not understand who is an egg? Who is a stone?"

   Above the bastion in the northeast corner, Mason stared at the stack of red stones 750 meters away.

  Seeing the rocks submerged behind the human wall of the Hurds, Mason yelled: "Fire!"

   Five six-pounder cannons fired in sequence, and the solid iron **** flew into the crowd accurately, pierced through the body one after another, and plowed out five deep blood ditches.

  The Hurds apparently did not expect the defenders to have artillery. In order to gain momentum, they slowly advanced in dense formation.

   However, the surrounding open space has been marked by Mason, and facing such a dense formation, it is absolutely impossible to miss.

   It was only five shellings with limited damage, but the Hurd army was already shaken. Not because of casualties, but because they couldn't bear the psychological pressure of being beaten.

   Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore. A sprint on a horse, all the Hurds ran with it.

The formation of the   Telltown army was broken up like this.

  When the Hurds rushed into the five hundred meters, the two twelve-pound cannons that had been waiting for a long time let out a thunderous roar.

  The cannonballs rammed through the crowd, hit the ground and bounced, mercilessly taking away lives.

   "Good fight!" Mason's depression was swept away, and he was very satisfied with the effect of the shelling.

  Leading the way or something... How could a cannon be interesting? The lieutenant ordered his subordinates in high spirits: "Change the shotgun!"

   A group of "gunners" listened to the order and hurriedly began to load the grape bombs wrapped in rope nets and paper bags.

   The cannon that Colonel Robert wanted but didn't have, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska had not only... but seven.

   Lieutenant Mason, who dreams of going back to his old business, can't wait to give Bianli City's artillery a spoonful of stew. Jesska nodded, and he immediately took the five best-looking light long guns and two cannons under his command.

  The former weighs only half a ton, but has a diameter of over 30 and an excellent range. The latter weighs about a ton and has a small diameter, which is better than a twelve-pound shell.

  The gunpowder for shooting was already weighed and packaged by Mason in advance; the angle of shooting was also determined by Mason himself.

  Other so-called "gunners" are downright tool people, just firing, resetting, clearing, reloading, and firing again.

   As early as the defense of the Styx Camp, Mason had already trained several tool gunners. Now with the old tool people as the backbone, new tool people are added, and the artillery team has been greatly expanded.

  In this way, an academic artillery officer who has raised pigs for several years, with dozens of wild tools, used the cannons of the Hurds to kill the Hurds—even the cannonballs were picked up by the Hurds.

  The brutal battlefield paintings are inexplicably dyed with a bit of magical realism.

   But Winters didn't have time to think about the hilarious absurdity of it, he was waiting for the Heard to enter fifty steps.

  If there are only muskets, the Hurds can slowly advance to 100 meters to form a calm formation, and then attack the city,

   But once the defenders had artillery, the Hurds had to attack from 500 meters away.

   Even 500 meters away is not safe, and the limit of the 6-pounder cannon is more than 3,000 meters - but at this distance, it is not as good as shooting accurately.

   In less than a minute, the Hurd cavalry had already rushed within 50 meters, and the artillery had only had time to fire one round, and it was still in full swing.

  Behind the wall, there was silence.

   The Jesska Brigade is no longer a rabble of random gunners, and all the musketeers are waiting for orders.

  Rejection of horses, trenches, parapets, village walls, and the defense of the bridgehead are four layers from the outside to the inside.

  The Hurds stopped before rejecting the horse. Some people dismounted to draw bows and arrows, while the other part started to pull out the horse-rejection stakes.

   "It's now! Fire!" Winters yelled loudly.

   He pulled the trigger continuously, "click, click" the spring wheel ignited, two lead bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another, and a red-feathered Heard leader next to the horse fell to the ground.

   After Bellion's repairs, this double-barrel rifled gun can be shot anywhere.

  The musketeer on the bastion pressed the launch rod with Winters, a series of gunshots sounded, and the lead bullets flew.

   The closest Hurd was killed on the spot, and the surviving Hurd lay on the ground to avoid, trying to use the arm-thick stubby stake as a shield.

After the    salvo, the battlefield returned to silence.

   "[Hedde] stand up!" After the smoke, a Hedde leader scolded sharply: "[Hedde] Their muskets can only be used once! Quickly pull the stakes!"

  The Hurds got up from the ground amid beatings and scolding, the shooting seemed to have really stopped, and they began to pull out the horses again.

   They were greeted by the second salvo, and the scolding leader Heard was killed by two buckshot.

   "Team 2! Reload!" Winters waved the flag and ordered: "Team 3! Prepare!"

   The drummer next to the centurion struck a fatal presto, urging the musketeers to act.

   The musketeers who finished shooting backed up to reload, while another group of musketeers hurried to the wall and aimed their guns.

   Prior to this, militia musketeers fired a round of platoons and fired freely.

  However, Winters found that many musketeers were afraid to fire their guns, and once they started free-firing, they couldn't hit a few leads throughout the battle.

   So Winters divided all the musketeers into ten teams, who took turns in turn and fired alternate salvos.

  It is clear at a glance whose gun was fired and whose gun was not fired.

   "Team 3! Fire!" Winters yelled.

   The snare drum stopped abruptly, and Ciel raised his mallet and struck the gong hard.

   "Boom!" The sound of the gong penetrated the noise of the battlefield, which was the signal to fire.

   The third team of musketeers pressed the launch rod and fired a salvo.

   A ten commander was standing next to each firing position to take notes. The military law has been read out in advance, and whoever does not fire the gun will be severely punished after the war.

   "Team 3! Reload!" Winters immediately ordered: "Team 4! Prepare!"

   The drummer hit the fast drum again. Amid the high-frequency drumming, one line of musketeers stepped back and the next made up.

   This tactic is not simple. Every musketeer must complete the reload within nine rounds of shooting, and must also beware of accidental injuries and accidents.

   With drums, gongs and voices, ten teams of musketeers stumbled and alternated.

   Seeing his subordinates in a hurry, Winters was not satisfied.

   In his opinion, the militia is still too clumsy, if more training, this rotation shooting tactics will be more smooth.

   "Team 4! Fire!" Winters' voice became a little hoarse, he thought: "I need to find someone to give me the password."

The centurion    Montagne was still dissatisfied, but the Hurds felt completely different.

   In the past, the two-legged musket took a lot of time to reload.

  The Hurds of the Kettletown Division were surprised to find that the two-legged man in the bunker in front of him kept firing his muskets.

  The gunshots were continuous, and the lead bullets were like raindrops, round after round, and the Hurds, who had been beaten out, could not lift their heads.

   Finally, a large number of Heard archers rushed to the front line.

  These archers, all wearing double or even triple layers of heavy armor, crossed Juma all the way to the edge of the trench, and fired arrows at the Palatine people on the wall.

   Immediately, a few musketeers protruded too much out of the parapet and were killed by arrows.

  Hard's hard bow and heavy arrows, the strength will be attenuated a little further away. But the advantage in exchange is that it is "impossible" at close range.

  Especially the crescent arrow, which even cuts the wrist off the arm.

   Winters was not surprised to see Heard's heavy armored archers approaching.

  You have been attacking and defending more than a dozen games to the death, what tactics the Hurd people have, and Winters is familiar with them.

   It is no exaggeration to say that among the surviving Veneta officers, there is probably no one who knows the housekeeping skills of the Hurds better than Winters Montagne.

  These archers must be carefully selected brave warriors, who can wear double-layer heavy armor, open hard bows, and have superb archery skills. They are specially responsible for sniping and suppressing Palatine musketeers.

   Winters smiled.

  Elite? Lao Tzu is playing the elite.

   "galloping horse!" Winters shouted violently, and the roar of magic amplification instantly overwhelmed all voices.

   Hearing the code, a large group of musketeers suddenly stood up on the parapet behind the trench, shouting in unison: "Uukhai!"

   They hid behind the wall long ago, waiting for this moment.

   "Fire!"

  The musketeers behind the parapet, at a distance of almost face to face, brought a round of extremely hot platoons to the elite Hurd with their foreheads.

   From the heavy armored archers to the parapet, there is only a ditch in the middle, and the distance is no more than four meters.

  If this fails, the shooter has a good reason to swallow the gun.

  According to the agreement, the artillery, which had been holding back, also fired at the same time.

   Countless lead flies staggered by the ditch, and the Hurd people have enough lead and iron grapes to eat.

   Winters felt his cheeks suddenly a little wet, he touched it, and it turned out that the blood from the city splashed up.

  The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and there were not one out of ten Heard heavy-armored archers beside the trench. Someone is still alive just because no one is targeting him.

   The sound of drums and gongs still did not stop, and round after round of salvos were fired at the enemy under the city.

   is just a small improvement, but the killing efficiency is greatly improved.

  The Hurds lost their spirits and fled away.

   With few casualties, the first attack was repelled.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, who is in the middle army, ordered someone to recruit Winters.

After the meeting, Jesska handed the second lieutenant a glass of spirits without saying a word, with no joy or sorrow on his face: "Send some reliable people to fill in the horses, drag the corpses away, and don't let the Hurds play again. The trick of stacking corpses to attack a city."

   "Already sent." Winters didn't refuse the alcohol, pouring it down his throat.

  The two were silent for a long time.

  Jesska suddenly praised: "Good job."

Lieutenant Colonel    is a rare compliment. He tried to squeeze out some kind expressions, but he looked very weird.

"Um."

  Jesska gave up the attempt, and resumed his usual lukewarm tone: "The alternate shooting tactic you came up with is a bit interesting."

  Winters wiped his cheek and said, "It's not something I invented. Rotary shooting has been around since ancient times. The ancient javelin throwers took turns throwing in this way, and the archers would also release them in formation."

"How can there be something original in this world?" Jesska sneered and shook his head, pouring another glass of wine for the second lieutenant: "It's all based on other people's things. Since you improve this tactic, it's yours. Montagne tactics? Montagne system?"

   "It's still called rotary shooting, I don't want to name it."

"why?"

"Isn't the phalanx that the old marshal improved only called the big phalanx?" Winters said quietly: "Although it is arrogant to say it, I seem to have a little bit of experience with the old marshal's mood... I am very happy, but I'm also scared. I'm scared that someday someone will use this stuff on us."

  Jesska patted the second lieutenant's arm and said nothing.

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