Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 292

   Chapter 292 Time

  [Iron Peak County-Telltown Battle] will be a big problem.

  Because of the lack of writing workers, the Tiefeng County military failed to leave any written records.

  The new government did not inherit the good habit of "writing war history" in the old military officer system.

  The remaining instructions, orders, and letters are full of secret words and ciphers, which are incomprehensible.

   As for the Teltown people? They have no such thing as words at all.

   For the Hurds, the war record is the romantic heroic epic sung by the old shaman around the campfire.

  Each version of the shaman is different, and all contain a lot of improvisation, classic homage, and pure fiction.

  Perhaps in the future, some people who witnessed the battle will publish their memoirs.

   But we all know that memories are the most unreliable records, because everyone distorts and whitewashes memories according to their own needs.

   Even liars are not necessarily liars because they genuinely believe that what is in their memory is true.

   Only one issue of "War Newsletter" printed on grass paper can help bystanders vaguely outline the full picture of the war.

  A brilliant propagandist is good at turning bad news into bad news, bad news as acceptable bad news, bad news as good news, and good news as glorious victories.

   Winters is obviously not good at this, because he honestly told the whole Iron Peak County in the "War Newsletter": The Teltown people have occupied the Pangtuo River Dispute Field.

On the night that   Bard led the militia to repel the first attack, a second attack of the Teltowns followed.

   Prior to this, Bud had blocked several attempts from a small group of Torretown light riders.

   Unlike Wolf Town, which is located in a corner, Heishui Town and Wumastiff Town are only separated by water from Zhongtiefeng County, which is convenient for communication.

   By the time the Teltown people invaded Lower Tiefeng County, a large number of people from Heishui Town and Wumastiff Town were evacuated to the territory of Zhongtiefeng County.

   The Teldun people who plundered Heishui Town and Wuzhen Town had limited gains, so they wanted to sneak into the hunting grounds of other tribes - Zhongtiefeng County to try their luck, but they were easily repelled by Budd's militia.

   However, the pressure on Bard's shoulders increased sharply when the Teltowns launched the real offensive.

   A small group of sneaky looters who wanted to "poach" were obviously not the same as the Turdun cavalry who were determined to capture the prisoners.

   The first round of the offensive was merely a test of the vanguard.

   In the second wave of the attack that night, the Terdun people not only put in more cavalry, but also gathered a group of armored soldiers to dismount and fight on foot, severing the weak points of Shuma and Mucha.

   Bows and arrows and slings are difficult to exert their power in night battles, and the Terdun people stare at a little bit and fight hard, and the battle becomes often tragic.

  Hard's barbarian arrows were accompanied by a terrifying screeching sound, and on several occasions they even flew past Ish's ears.

   Exhausted, Ish raised his gun high and let out a painful groan involuntarily. His waist, abdomen and arms worked together, and he swung his gun from top to bottom, and shot his head and face outside the wooden fence.

   He couldn't see where the barbarian was, he just smashed where there was a shadow.

  The temporary slap gun is made of oak wood, wrapped around the oak wood with linen cloth to increase the toughness, and finally brushed with tung oil and asphalt.

  Because there is no time to dry the wood core, the so-called shooting gun is extremely heavy. It is more difficult to use than pushing a stone roller uphill, but its power is even more amazing.

   When the slap gun was about to land, the gun barrel suddenly sent a shock force back to Ish's hands, causing Ish's hands to go numb.

With a    "click", the gun snapped into two pieces.

  Ish seemed to hear a scream, a crackling sound as the skull was smashed. It was more likely that all the sounds were hallucinations, because the battlefield was so noisy that he couldn't hear anything at all.

  The horse-rejecting stakes have been pulled out a lot, and there is only a thin wooden fence between the two sides.

   The Tiefeng County militiamen used their milk-feeding strength to smash the barbarians outside the fence, not only with slap guns, but also with long-pole flails.

  The flail was originally just a tool for farm work, but the knocking pole is now full of brains.

   At the same time, the archers and slingers were also gnashing their teeth and pouring arrows and rocks outside the fence. Most people couldn't see where the barbarians were, but they threw rocks and arrows at the approximate location, as if the faster they shot, the safer they would be.

  The people of Teltown are doing the same thing - through the fence, they keep shooting arrows at the places where there are shadows.

  Ish found that his slap shot had broken, but it didn't seem to break again.

  Because the linen wrapped around the wood core was barely connected to the two sections of the gun barrel, the gun is now like a broken arm, and the short section in front is drooping.

The    slap shot turned into a large flail, and Ish had nothing to complain about, panting and raising the barrel again.

   Another shriek came from far to near, but this time instead of flying far away like before, it got into Ish's left leg.

  Ish, whose consciousness was already sluggish, was stunned for a while before realizing that he was hit by an arrow.

   With the last of his strength, he smashed the barbarians outside the wooden fence with the barrel of his gun, and fell heavily on the rocky beach.

The militiamen beside    saw that the sergeant was wounded, and hurriedly carried Ish to the rear of the battle line.

   Anglo, the pony, saw that more and more wounded were carried to the back, and the momentum of the Terdun offensive did not weaken at all, and he was sweating profusely.

   "Go to the reserve team! Lieutenant." Anglo rushed to Bud's side and pleaded again: "If this goes on like this, the battle line will collapse!"

   Bud, who was watching the battle, seemed to have no emotion: "It's not time yet."

   "They can't stand it."

   "They can hold on, I know where their limits are."

   "Then let the cavalry come on!" Anglo clenched the handle of the knife tightly: "I will lead someone to charge from the side for a round."

   "Not yet."

  Anglo wanted to argue, but was motioned to silence by Bud.

  Bud narrowed his eyes and listened. Soon, Anglo heard it too.

   The dull sound of hooves grew louder and closer.

  Angelo's pupils dilated suddenly - the sound of hooves did not come from the other side of the river, but from behind them!

   Reinforcement? still…

   "Drum!" Bud shouted: "Reserve team! Get on the train!"

  There are no reinforcements tonight, only the enemy.

   To the southeast, on the road leading to Xiaoshi Town, groups of cavalry were crossing the hills and rushing straight to the field.

The    spear gleamed coldly, and the hooves sounded like a shower.

   In Hedd, "war" and "looting" are the same word, which means that war is actually an economic act.

   Therefore, the Hurds are the least willing to fight head-on, because even if they win, they will lose money.

   Detouring, outflanking, pulling, and using the advantages of four legs to annihilate the enemy in motion are the skills of the Hurds.

  If the Hurds chose to fight head-to-head, there must be a good reason—for example, a "surprise" who smuggled across the river from upstream.

   The one who led this cavalry was none other than the Hundred Cavalry Commander "Chewing Corpse" who had just fought Bud.

   The mission before chewing the corpse was not to capture the prisoners, but to inquire about the military situation. Using a hundred cavalry forces to attack Tushechang is a matter of chewing corpses on one's own accord.

   Winning is naturally a great achievement, if you can't win... then you have to make atonement for your sins.

   The last time he was repelled, he chewed the corpse and dropped more than 30 corpses. This time swimming from the upper reaches of the densely forested mountains, many subordinates were swept away by the river.

   Not yet grabbed any trophies, and more than a dozen troops lost nearly half of them first. If you can't make a windfall, it's hard to say what will be waiting for the corpse to be chewed.

   With this strong motive in mind, he chewed the corpse and fell into the pit.

   The Terdun riders who followed the corpse chewed their horses one after another, but some people could not react in time, and trampled the chewed corpses and war horses that had fallen into the pit.

   When the thoracic vertebrae were smashed by the war horses of his followers, he chewed the corpse and figured it out - it turned out that the two-legged man had also set up defenses behind him.

  Korta's life and death were unknown, and the other Turdun cavalrymen panicked for a while.

   A red feather feather gritted his teeth and shouted: "[Hede] chewed the corpse to death! I am Kota! Hurry up and kill the two-legged man! The gods are above!"

  Hong Lingyu took the lead and stepped on the body of chewing the corpse and the war horse to cross the pit, and killed the disciple from behind. The other Teltowners subconsciously followed the man who dared to give orders.

   "The scale is smaller than I thought." Bud watched the Teltown cavalry collide head-on with the car formation again: "Anglo!"

   "Yes!" Anglo was full of energy.

   "Go out through the back door and stab the Telton people in the waist for me!"

   "Yes!" Anglo suddenly regained his senses, took out his saber, and ran back to his subordinates.

   Including Anglo, the cavalry team was only thirty people, all of whom had already prepared their saddles and were just waiting to attack.

   "Spantajevic!" A half-eldest boy of sixteen or seventeen waving a Dussac saber handed down from his father, excitedly asked Anglo: "Is it our turn?"

   "You stand at the end." Anglo raised his face with a serious look, and rarely showed his superior style: "Follow the team, and don't scare your pants for a while."

   Budd's cavalry team came from a very complex source, including Dussac, a 16- or 17-year-old underage, a wealthy peasant who knew how to ride horses, and the children of two manor owners who voluntarily signed up to participate.

  Angelo's tongue is clumsy, he doesn't know how to use words to boost morale, and time doesn't allow it.

   He drew his saber, looked at the vicissitudes of life or the childish eyes in front of him, sniffed, and said, "Follow me, I'll rush forward. I'm dead, you continue to rush forward."

   After saying that, he lightly tapped the red mane with the heel of his boot, and plunged into the woodland by the river without turning his head.

  The offense and defense around the refusal of horses and the fence has reached the most critical moment. The Terdun people, the Palatu people... We are all human, and they all want to turn around and run away in the face of death.

   The two sides were tense with one breath, and whichever side showed its decline first, it would be a domino-like rout, so no one dared to take a step back.

  The men gritted their teeth, stared, gasped, endured pain and torture as they tried to kill each other.

  Telden people heard the sound of fighting from the rear of the camp, and knew it was the outflanking flanking soldiers coming, and their morale was boosted.

   A burly Turdun armor named "Bear" shouted and rushed to the fence with waving slap guns and flails.

The Tiefeng County militiamen only saw a bear-like thing wrapped in iron armor with two shields tied to its shoulders, hugged the fence, and roared like a brown bear pulling up a tree. .

The    militiamen waved their flails in horror and attacked the human-shaped beast, but the other party seemed to have no pain and no weapons, so he directly picked up the stake in his hand, and roared into the fence line.

   "Bear" completely relied on brute force to wave the three-meter-long log in his hand. The militiamen of Tiefeng County, who couldn't dodge, were beaten until their chests collapsed, and no one could get close to "Bear".

   "[Hede] broke the formation! Break the formation!" The other Teltown people were so excited that their eyes were red, and howled and squeezed into the small gap: "[Hede] God is above!"

   The sound of hoofs was like thunder, and a series of sounds of war horses stepping on the water came from behind, and the people of Terdun beside the fence thought that some noble person was eager to fight for merit.

   Several red feathers were furious and scolded, but the scolding had turned into exclamation while still in their mouths.

   Because they saw a reddish-brown warhorse floating on the water like a Pegasus, rushing towards them with a mighty thunder.

   There was also a steady stream of riders leaping out of the bushes on the river bank, their war horses as if not sinking into the water, and slaying the Terdun people from the side and rear.

  The Teltown people who are besieging the fence have once again tasted the most classic anvil and hammer tactics.

   "Ура!" Anglo roared, and he raised his knife and chopped off half of his head - the deceased never recovered.

   The red mane, wearing a felt chest guard, slammed into the Teltown people all the way, without any slowdown.

   The Terdun people along the way screamed and avoided, when they could avoid Red Mane, Yellow Mane, White Mane, and other Iron Peak County riders who were struggling to push their horses to charge.

   Being hacked to death, struck to death, and trampled to death, the will of the people of Telton collapsed.

   They are a horse-taming clan, and dismounting and fighting on foot is not their strong point, let alone a flank charge.

The   Terdun people fled in all directions, and Anglo waved his saber and ruthlessly drove the barbarians to the deep waters.

  The water is getting deeper and faster, and the Terdun people, who were originally driven to flee by instinct, found that the icy river water had submerged their knees.

   They were on the verge of losing their footing, and the vicious cavalry was driving more Teltuns into the deep waters.

  Finally, one, two...Telden people who were exhausted one after another couldn't maintain their balance, screaming and being swept away by the river. After a few ups and downs, they disappeared.

  There are fewer and fewer Terdun people on the riverbed, and Anglo ordered without hesitation: "Don't take prisoners! Kill them all!"

   Just as Anglo clamped the horse's rib and was about to launch his final charge, a hail-like sound of hoofs came from the south bank.

The commander of   Telltown sent another cavalry to take the Anglo cavalry on the back.

   "Retreat!" Anglo pulled the reins and led his subordinates back to the north shore along the original road.

   The chasing Terdun cavalry tried to follow Anglo to the north shore, but they stumbled and fell into the water one after another.

  The people of Teltown won't know what's going on until tomorrow morning, when the Iron Peak County militia sets out to remove the stakes and bridge deck beneath the water.

   The Terdun armored soldier "Bear" who broke into the fence was finally exhausted, and Anglo's charge defeated the other Terdun people.

   Except for "Bear", no Terdon man passed through the gap between the fences.

   "Bear" hugged the stake, gasping for breath, barely supporting his body.

   A militiaman tentatively approached this bear-like barbarian, who did not move... He really had no strength.

  Suddenly, all the militiamen became bold and shot the "bear" from all directions with slap guns, flails, and clubs.

   "Bear" was knocked down by a stick, and the militiamen beat the bear-like barbarian lifelessly, as if they were venting some long-repressed emotions.

  Many people roared and fought. You must know that when they were just fighting, they clenched their teeth and couldn't make a sound.

   "Enough!" Bud coldly stopped everyone.

  The militiamen stopped one after another, and after many people stopped, they just stood dumbfounded, and some people cried.

  Perhaps the armor is strong, the vitality is tenacious, and the light is returning, but "Bear" is not dead yet, and a sigh-like moan came from his throat.

   "He is also a warrior." Bud took off his hat: "Give him a treat, don't cut his ears and head."

   "I'll come." Ish, whose arrows had been removed from his legs, limped to the dying Telton man.

   He drew his dagger, made a salute, took off the "Bear"'s neck guard, and slit the "Bear"'s throat.

The sound of    throat cutting was unpleasant, and some militiamen could not help but spit out blood.

   "You'll get used to it." Ish said, wiping the dagger.

   At the same time, Bard received a letter, sent by a green helmeted messenger cavalry quickly.

   "Let everyone prepare to evacuate." Bud handed the letter to Anglo who returned to the camp: "Captain Montagne is here."

   To the northeast of Doshichang, less than a kilometer away.

   Winters arrived at the "battlefield" with a large force.

   But the battlefield he chose was very quiet, and most of his "troops" were not weapons, but shovels and pickaxes.

   "This is it." Wintersler Armistice, looking back at the hundreds of faces behind him: "Let's start."

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