Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 201

   Chapter 201 Forced Luck

   three days.

   It took less than three days from the time when the first piling ship was carried into the Styx by the Palatine sappers, until the convoy transporting timber was ambushed.

   Eighty wooden stakes were laid, and the bridge deck was less than twenty meters away. The White Lion's countermeasure came.

The    interception of the convoy was like a starting gun, and the Hurd cavalry broke into pieces and began to launch an endless attack on the Palatine logging team.

  Plato rode nine battles a day, and chased and fought with the Hurds like "dogs chase rabbits", but still could not stop the enemy from infiltrating this coniferous forest.

   Winters' team also suffered a surprise attack.

   Twenty or so Hurd light cavalry led the war horses and quietly approached the lumber mill, never wanting to be smashed by the sentry sent by Winters.

The    sentry blew the warning whistle and used his life to buy time for his comrades.

   Seeing that the sneak attack could not be successful, the Hurds simply mounted their horses to attack, only to bump into the furious Centurion of Montagne head-on.

  The latter was chopping down trees when he heard the whistle, and rushed over in a single coat, carrying an axe, and mounted a war horse.

   The head of the red plume feather was killed by an axe, and the rest of the Hurd were chased and chopped all the way to the edge of the forest.

  The Hurds did not leave any wounds to Winters, but galloping in the woods made him win.

   When Winters returned to the lumber mill, his clothes had been shattered by needles and branches, and his upper body was covered in blood like cat scratches.

  Ciel hurriedly boiled water and melted salt to wash Winters' wound.

   warned that the body of the sentinel had been recovered. He was a very simple and honest peasant boy, and his head and body had been separated by a machete.

   "Cut down!" Winters was furious: "Cut off the heads of the Hurds! Hang the corpses on the tree! Nail them! Nail them all to the tree for me!"

The    militiamen acted, and with the strongest hatred, they chopped off the head of Heard's dead man and burned it with fire.

  In strict accordance with the orders of the centurion, they hammered through the thoracic vertebrae with thick iron nails, and nailed the dead enemy to the tree.

  Headless corpses were nailed all the way from the lumber mill to the edge of the forest.

After   , the Montagne logging team was never attacked again.

   But not every logging team is so brave.

  Some logging teams repelled the Hurds;

  Some logging teams fought a melee, and the Hurds withdrew themselves;

  The logging team was completely overwhelmed, and when the rescuers arrived, they only found dead people everywhere.

   The next day, two infantry battalions and two cavalry squadrons entered the "Bridge Forest".

  [Note: Because the wood of this forest was used for bridge building, it was called Bridge Forest by the soldiers]

   The commander of this detachment is Lieutenant Colonel Robert, an acquaintance of Winters.

   Winters was called over by Robert for the first time. The lieutenant colonel wanted to know the specific situation of each logging team, and also wanted to hear what Winters thought.

"Let's go out of the camp before the construction in the middle of the bridge forest, and the logging teams will start from the camp and cut in all directions." Winters had nothing to say, but repeated what he had said: "The logging team will cut trees along the way, and they will be behind. Leave the road. That way, wherever the police are, the cavalry can quickly support them."

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert nodded again and again and asked, "You have fought, what is the fighting spirit of the barbarians?"

"That's it. The size of the two ten-man teams is just right for the Hurd people to play. But after all, they are few in number. As long as the logging team resists, the Hurd people can't do the same. The key is that the morale of the auxiliary soldiers is in the [Anonymous Valley]. The battle] was smashed to pieces, and now it is completely useless. The militiamen who did not participate in the battle of the Nameless Valley still dare to fight."

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert pondered, and then asked: "What do you think about assigning two soldiers to each logging team?"

   At first glance, Winters just thought it was absurd: isn't this a distraction?

   But after thinking about it, maybe it really works.

   Compared with the Hurd Raiders, the logging team has a clear numerical advantage.

   But they need the presence of a backbone in order to exert their numerical advantage.

   There are still eighteen logging teams left, and each team is assigned two soldiers. The total is less than one brigade, and there is still one brigade left to defend the camp.

   Even if you need to send troops to rescue, you will send cavalry, not infantry.

   "Yes, I think yes!" Winters agreed, adding: "Select capable sergeants to lead troops into each team, and with their support, the militia will not collapse at the touch of a button."

   "Okay, that's it." Lieutenant Colonel Robert patted Winters on the shoulder and said solemnly: "No matter what the barbarians have tricks, we will come with soldiers to block them, water will come to cover them with soil, and we will see tricks with them."

   In front of the more familiar superiors, Winters couldn't hold back after all, he said dissatisfiedly: "The headquarters should have sent troops long ago!"

Lieutenant Colonel Robert reassured him: "The old man has to build bridges and guard against a large army of barbarians. If it were me, I would not be willing to risk dividing my troops. Different positions have different considerations. Besides, he didn't send me here. ?"

   "What's going on with the Hurds?"

   "No." Lieutenant Colonel Robert shook his head: "They set off at a distance of thirty miles, so they were very careful. Sentries were scattered all over the place, and our detectives couldn't get past them."

   There were only Robert and Winters in the tent, and the conversation was private.

Winters was as calm as he could—but with a three-pointed anger: "I'm a centurion, and I'm Veneta, and I don't care. You have a lot of weight in the army, and there's something I want to talk to you about. Say."

Lieutenant Colonel Robert said: "How can no one pay attention? Alpad gave you all his jugs. Jesska's 'two sentences in three sentences' guy who mentions you is full of praise. . If you have anything to say, feel free to say it."

  The twigs are peeling in the brazier, bringing a little warmth in the winter.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska praised himself behind his back? Winters is hard to imagine, because Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed rarely gives Winters a good face in front of him—to be precise, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska doesn't give a good face to anyone.

But Winters is now concerned about another thing. He simply said: "Lieutenant Colonel, you Paratus lack attention to 'water', and even less to 'navy'. You are used to riding horses, but Pa Latour also has many big rivers. If you bring a fleet here, you will not be in the danger today."

  The words of the Veneta people made Lieutenant Colonel Robert bewildered and thoughtful.

Winters slammed a fist on his leg and spoke quickly: "The most urgent task is not to build a bridge, but to build a ship! The Styx not only blocks us, but also cuts off the communication of the Hurd people. The Hurd people don't have a single sampan, Even if we have only 20 small boats, the Hurds on the other side are all alone and dead! We are trapped on the west bank, and we are afraid. If the Hurds are trapped on the east bank, is he not afraid?

   Don't forget, the Hurds have cannons! The Legion headquarters is now focused on building bridges. But if we can't control the water and let the Hurds on the west bank send cannons to the east bank, what's the use of building the bridge faster? Then something big is about to happen! "

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert was stunned for a moment: "Didn't we destroy the barbarian artillery?"

"Who knows if they still have them?" Winters became more and more impatient: "The water surface is less than 200 meters wide, and even a one-pound revolving gun like a large musket can easily hit the east coast to the west coast. I If it were the Hurds, no matter the cost, the artillery would have to be transported to the east bank! Just across from the bridge! Day and night bombarded the pile-drivers and sunk them all! Just those broken rafts, one launched and one was sunk !"

  The cold wind blew into the tent, and the flames rolled violently in the iron basin, just like Winters' mood.

   "I'm glad you are not a barbarian now." Lieutenant Colonel Robert asked with a wry smile: "You haven't told the headquarters about this?"

   "The day before yesterday, I sent a report to the headquarters, and the mud cow went into the sea, and there was no palindrome."

   "Didn't you tell Jessica?"

   "I was sent out the day before yesterday to chop down trees. If you don't come today, I will go to Lieutenant Colonel Jesska."

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert put his hands on his knees and said seriously: "If the Hurds move the cannon to the other side, then the bridge will not need to be repaired. Don't worry, I will go directly to Colonel Bode and let him meet the old man."

   "With you here, I don't have to worry." Winters breathed a little more easily: "We don't have a boat, and the Hurds don't have a boat. Not much, twenty paddle boats are enough to control the water."

   "Unfortunately, I don't know anything about water warfare. When you have a chance, you must tell me more about water warfare and ships."

"Actually, I don't understand either." Winters remembered another old friend: "The Veneta Navy has a captain named Speyer, who is an expert in galley warfare. If there is a chance, I will do it for you. recommend him."

   "Okay." Lieutenant Colonel Robert laughed: "It's a deal."

The   Platoons first cut a clearing in the forest, and then used the felled trees to build a camp before building it - also known as the bridge forest camp.

  The building materials are easy to obtain, and 18 logging teams rushed to help. The construction progress of the Qiaolin Camp has made rapid progress, and it was almost completed in one day.

  Because of the use of a lot of wood, the fortifications of the Qiaolin camp were even stronger than those of the main camp with earth walls.

The logging team, plus two infantry brigades and two cavalry brigades brought by Lieutenant Colonel Robert, totaled more than 3,000 people and more than 500 horses.

  [Note: war horses and slave horses and workhorses]

The    camp is built according to the scale of a standard legion camp, which is more than enough to accommodate these people.

   In addition to the camp itself, Lieutenant Colonel Robert also plans to build a series of sentry towers to provide early warning.

   But that will have to wait until tomorrow.

   After working all day, Winters was exhausted and just wanted a good night's sleep.

  Qiaolin Camp was almost completed, and various logging teams moved into the camp from the wild.

  Although we still set up tents, the surrounding trenches and camp walls are better than sleeping in the wild.

   Finally inspected the camp again, and Winters returned to his tent in three steps and two steps.

  It was already night, and Winters hurriedly wrote "Miss Navarre, I cut down trees all day today", and then quickly got into the blanket.

   Almost as soon as he lay down, Winters fell asleep.

  Winters walked into a bathroom, and several classical beauties with blurred faces and slender figures came, reaching out to take off his clothes.

   He was taken aback and held on to the bathrobe.

  The beauty saw that she couldn't take off Winters' clothes, so she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

   "Don't!" Winters leaned back desperately, but there was a wall behind him, preventing him from moving.

  Beauty began to lick Winters, starting from the chin and moving up to the cheekbones.

   Winters had only one thought in his mind: "God! Why is she drooling so much?"

   He reached out to wipe his drool, and woke up from the dream.

   Wake up Winters was frightened half to death, and almost hit a cracking spell directly.

   Something unknown was licking him.

   Winters took out the dagger and activated the light spell. In front of him was a horse face—a horse face in the literal sense.

   This face shape, this coat color, and this star pattern on his forehead are all familiar to him.

   "[Terrorist words]!" Winters was about to collapse: "Why did you run into my tent! Strong luck?!"

  What **** beauty? No wonder so much drool!

   The horse hummed softly and nuzzled Winters.

   "I don't have any sugar! How did you get out of the stable?" Winters painfully climbed down the army couch: "Get out, I'll take you back to the stable!"

   Hearing this, Qiangyun shook his head with a neigh and raised Winters' tent.

   The tentacles were pulled up one by one, and a chilling wind swept across Winters' body, taking away his precious body heat.

   Winters shivered involuntarily, shaking from his toes to his chest.

   He was really angry.

   "You boy!" Winters grabbed the mane of Qiangyun: "Go back to the stables for me!"

  Force but refused to give up, biting Winters' blanket and dragging him out.

  Ma'er's eyes flashed, as if he was saying something.

  Force continued to drag Winters out.

   Winters was heartbroken, grabbed the blanket, wrapped it around him, and got on his horse.

   also had no saddle, and rode on a bare horse.

   "Let's go!" He squeezed Marley lightly: "Tell me what you want to say?"

   Qiang Luck took Winters to run outside the camp.

   The sentry guarding the gate saw the centurion Montagne wrapped in a blanket and riding a horse without a saddle. Although he felt strange, he did not dare to stop him.

  Fortune didn't get far before Winters knew what he wanted to say.

  The west wind blows a faint smell of smoke.

   "Grass!" Winters' face lost all blood: "Fire!"

  In Bienli, the army of Plato gave the White Lion a fire.

  Tonight, the white lion came to return the gift.

   This chapter is an update on December 27th [Sunday].

   [His comrades are riding horses given by their mistresses, but his horse is a lucky one. And luck is the best mistress]

   I seem to be about to say something in the author's words, but I can't remember...crash.

   (end of this chapter)

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