Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 293

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   "I don't need to say more." Ronald's voice echoed in the quiet forest: "You are here because you have your daughter on that little beach! Wife! Mother!"

   Standing in front of Ronald were hundreds of angry fathers, husbands, and sons, the elders were forty or fifty years old, and the youngest no more than fifteen or sixteen.

   A small number of them have swords, guns, bows and arrows, and most of them only have sticks that have not even had time to peel off the bark.

   But without exception, everyone clenched their weapons until their knuckles turned white.

"Hard's tribes are like crappy thieves." Brother Saul once asserted: "When they set out, they were confident and full of desire. But once they really grabbed something good, they would be frightened, and they would run away with the slightest disturbance. When Teltown people return, that's when Teltown people are at their most vulnerable."

   As Friar Saul said, the rich and prosperous chieftains of Teltown could hardly wait to get rid of the women, livestock and goods they had captured.

  Ronald watched the Terdun people choose the ferry, divide the camp, gather the sheepskin raft...

   At the same time, men from Lower Tiefong County who still have the courage to fight are also rushing to this place from various secret camps.

   Brother Saul urged Ronald to endure it until half of the people in Teltown crossed the river.

   But for Ronald, the half crossing of the Terduns meant the abduction of hundreds of Platos.

   He can't wait for that moment, he's going to strike now.

"Just cross that river." Ronald's cheekbones were streaked with blood: "Your daughters, wives, mothers will be driven into the wasteland like cattle, and become slaves to the heathen! Forever, forever. , can never return!"

  The blood-striped covering is a custom of the Palatu clan, which means that the face-painter bears a great shame. However, at this moment, regardless of blood, religion, or place of origin, all the men in the forest are smeared with blood.

   After leaving the Luyuan Academy, Ronald has been engaged in clerical work all year round, and speaking before battle is not his strong suit.

   He took the spear from Adam and ended the mobilization briefly: "Whoever wants to give his wife and daughter to the Hurd barbarian, stay here. Whoever wants to kill the Hurd barbarian, come with me!"

   When the people of Tiefeng County were roaring towards the ferry, sixty kilometers to the northeast, the uncle [Tai Chi], the pioneer of Teltown, Danayan, and the fire roaster, was also storming the field.

   Time and space, how ordinary and how magical.

   They are not moved by human will, but both sides of the war are desperately fighting for them.

  Ronald is racing against time, he must defeat the barbarians at the ferry before the enemy reinforcements arrive, or he will be annihilated.

  The same is true of Tai Chi. Every time a bag of cigarettes is delayed, the power of the Great Detour of the Teltown Division is weakened by one point.

   And fighting for time is essentially fighting for space, which is the magic of war.

   After the first two attacks, Tai Chi had already determined that the Tushedang defenders were not elite—four or five hundred men, no armored soldiers, or even a single musket.

  As more troops arrived one after another, Tai Chi's troops had an overwhelming advantage.

   The siege of the city and the fortress is not the director of the Heard ministries, but Taichi has seen a lot and accumulated some experience.

  Faced with horses, fences, and ditches, the tribes regard horses with extended limbs as not only useless, but also a drag.

   Therefore, Tai Chi concentrated on the armored men to dismount and fight on foot.

   At the same time, Tai Chi selected three hundred cavalry teams to swim across the mountains and forests from the upper reaches to the rivers.

   On the one hand, they cut off the back road of Tushechang, and on the other hand, they pretended to attack the towns upstream, involving the strength of the people of Tiefeng County.

   The third wave of offensive, Tai Chi is bound to win.

   As Tai Chi had expected, although the defenders in the field were tenacious, they were too few to care about one thing and another.

   Even before the outflanking Raiders arrived, the two-legged men who were defending the field were already defeated.

   But [Gerald's Bard] probably wouldn't agree with the "rout."

  The Teltown people were aggressive, and Bud organized his men to retreat in an orderly manner according to the original plan.

The wounded before    had been evacuated before dawn, and Bud personally led most of the militia and the newly added wounded to the northeast wilderness.

  The remaining militia was led by Anglo, and the latter was broken.

After the   Telden people broke into the camp, Anglo set fire to the fortifications and the woods along the coast, and took his cavalry with militiamen who could not ride horses, and ran along the road towards Little Rock.

   At this time, what is Winters doing, who arrived at the battlefield last night?

  He is killing.

   "Ride a spear!" Winters reached back.

  Charle, who was originally holding the short javelin, immediately took off the spear and handed it to Winters in a tacit understanding.

  Winters raised his spear and swung it down sharply. The swallowtail flag on the spear head rattled: "Push them down the river!"

   His roar echoed in the mountains and rivers.

   The trumpeter blew the melody of the attack, followed by the snare drums of the infantry companies.

  The warriors, with their flat-end spears, pressed the enemy with great strides to the rapid beat of the drums.

   The road connecting Doshichang and Xiaoshizhen is a narrow road sandwiched between Tuya and Pantuo River. The "surface and inside of mountains and rivers" is such a terrain.

   On this narrow road, which was less than 30 meters at its widest point and less than ten meters at its narrowest point, the three Turdun Hundred Cavalry Teams, who wanted to detour and flank, ushered in their doom.

   The battle is like catching a thief in an alley.

   Blocked to the south was the Fifth Company stationed in Little Rock, and blocked to the north was the Sixth Company led by Winters himself.

  The still-dead Terdun barbarians are trapped in the river, the dirt cliff and the two spear forests, and the space for movement is getting smaller and smaller.

   The trapped beasts were still fighting, and the Terdun barbarians repeatedly attacked the fronts of the 5th and 6th companies, all of which ended in failure—Winters' warriors were not something that a few daring Terdun people could shake.

   The sergeant and captain of the ten in the front row were wearing armor, and the bows and arrows of the Terdun people could hardly hurt them.

  Some desperate Teltown people rushed to the Pangtuo River, wanting to walk back to the west bank.

  The other Teltown people were reluctant to go into the water anyway. They just swam to the east bank, and no one wanted to taste the taste of being immersed in the icy water.

   Besides, quite a few Teltowners had already drowned when they came. Swim back now? It's better to die under the knife and have a good time!

   There was also a barbarian in Terdun who was so heartbroken that he simply abandoned the war horse, climbed the dirt cliff on the east side of the road, and fled into the forest.

  Winters watched the panicked Teltown people jump into the river and climb the dirt cliff, and turned back to give the bugleman an order: "Charge footwork."

   The bugle player was a little dazed at first, but quickly came to his senses, puffed out his cheeks, blushed, and played another melody.

   Hearing the charge song, the small snare drums of each company responded one after another, and the rhythm of the drums suddenly accelerated, from 80 beats per minute to 120 beats per minute.

  There are many fighters on the north and south fronts who are out of touch due to their failure to respond in time, resulting in a loose and chaotic front.

   But the fighting spirit was disintegrated, and the Terdun barbarian, who only wanted to escape, no longer had the ability to use the fighter plane.

   The dislocated fighters quickly caught up with the horizontal team, and the battle line became complete and indestructible again.

   In this regard, Winters has nothing to dislike.

   There are basically two types of combat with troops:

   One is a melee on a scale of 100 or 10 people. There is no formation or order.

  The other is that thousands of troops are deployed in the wilderness. The brave cannot advance alone, and the cowardly cannot retreat alone. It depends on discipline, will and coordination.

   Commanding thousands of troops to fight, Winters has only once, and that was under Bianli City.

   And at that time he was only a suggester, the decision maker and the implementer were others.

   Since the establishment of the Wolf Town army, Winters has never fought a "battle" in the true sense, and naturally his troops have not accumulated any experience in large-scale battles.

   On the contrary, the company commanders and sergeants under Winters are all veterans-that is, "wild way".

   They are proficient in the former combat style: 100 people, limited battlefield, surprise or counter-raid, short time but high intensity.

   Like carrying a wooden barrel with a short board to put out a fire, Winters is not thinking about how to make up for the short board, but how to make better use of the existing wooden barrel to hold more water.

   Winters' pockets were getting tighter and tighter, as if some barrier was broken, and the Terdun people who were eager to find their way abandoned their horses and climbed to the low cliff.

   Compared with swimming, the chances of escaping into the forest and surviving are always better.

   The low cliff is less than three meters high, and a thin Teltown slave has touched the top of the cliff a few times.

  The name of this skinny Teltown slave is [Monkey]. As his name suggests, he is as sensitive as a monkey.

  The monkey thought he was saved. He hung on the edge of the cliff, groping for the turf on the top of the cliff, trying to find a place where he could use his strength to climb up.

  Suddenly, a piercing pain came from his hand, and then a second.

  The monkey lost consciousness in his right hand in horror, and in the pain, he could even feel blood spurting out from his wrist.

  The monkey screamed terribly, and fell heavily holding his broken wrist, his right hand was still on the low cliff.

   What severed the monkey's right hand was a small axe that was not very sharp.

  Before this, the axe had mostly been leaning against the edge of an earthen stove, occasionally chopping firewood.

   Holding the axe was a young Palatine boy of the same age as the monkey.

   Coincidentally, this teenager named "Paul" also has a nickname "Little Monkey", as his mother would call him.

  The mother of the little monkey was kidnapped by the barbarians, and his father sent him to the north bank of the Pangtuo River, and returned to Xiatiefeng County to join the militia.

   And the little monkey chopped off a barbarian's hand and chopped it twice.

   The barbarian howled and fell down the cliff, and the little monkey saw that the thin, broken, blood-stained hand was twitching slightly, as if it was still attached to its owner's wrist.

   In addition to the pleasure of revenge, there is only endless fear in the little monkey's heart.

   He stared and shouted—as if he was the one whose hand was cut off—and swung his axe on the severed hand, slashing hard several times.

   until woken up by a slap in the face from another older militiaman.

  The older militiaman didn't have time to say anything to the little monkey. After slapping the latter, the older militiaman raised his hammer and smashed the barbarian's head exposed on the edge of the cliff.

   One after another, Terdun fell from the low cliff. Or dead bodies were pushed down, or living people were beaten down.

   Winters was deadpan—the militiamen were long overdue, but they had finally arrived.

   If the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment simply lacked experience in large-scale battles, then the temporarily recruited militia was completely incapable of frontal combat.

  The militia is only suitable for scrambling and shooting down water dogs.

  When the 5th and 6th companies formed battles on the road, the militiamen were sent into the mountains by Winters to contain the fleeing enemy.

  There was no way to the sky, no way to enter the earth, and the will of the still-living Terdun people completely collapsed.

  The Platoons can't understand what the barbarians are saying, but they can't misunderstand what the barbarians want to do.

  The bugle player looked at the Montagne tribune, the snare drummer also looked at the Montagne tribune, and many people looked at the figure of the army flag, intentionally or unintentionally.

   But Winters pursed his lips tightly, and didn't say a word until all the people in Teltown were pushed into the Pontoon.

  Leaving a small group of militiamen to sweep the battlefield and monitor the river bank, Winters led the 5th Company, 6th Company and other militiamen, and went straight to the northernmost point of the mountain road in [Twoshfield-Little Rock Town].

   There, another brutal battle is going on.

   Seeing the floating corpses floating down from the upper reaches of the Pantuo River, Tai Chi knew the fate of the three hundred cavalry teams.

   For the Hurd tribes, the three hundred cavalry teams are not as simple as three hundred people. The destruction of one hundred cavalry team is almost equivalent to the demise of a family.

   Even though Tai Chi was used to seeing such things, he still had an indescribable feeling.

   But now Tai Chi doesn't have time to mourn the three Kotas because he hit a wall.

   It was a wall across things, solidly blocking his way—and a trench.

"Where did the wall moat come from?!" Tai Chi was furious and his eyes were red. He grabbed the skirt of a green feather and roared like thunder: "After wading through the field, there is an unobstructed happy horse! This is what you told me! This You swore it! You saw it with your own eyes!"

"That Yan! When I crossed the river to investigate yesterday, here...here..." Qing Lingyu's face was pale, and she was so anxious that she even burst into tears: "There really is no such city wall here! Really not! I swear to the gods! The arrow swears! If I lie, the arrows will shoot me to death! Thousands of horses trample me to death! It must be a two-legged man! It must be them, the city wall they built overnight!"

  The furious Tai Chi raised his big fists and knocked over the green feathers with one punch: "Nonsense! Crazy talk! The two-legged man must have built a wall overnight!"

Qing Lingyu swallowed a mouthful of blood and suddenly realized: "Yes! Yes! Build a wall in one night! It's not a wall, it's a city in one night! They must have used a magic method, just like the singer sings it! Monster! Two-legged people please come. After the monster, build a city overnight!"

  Tai Chi couldn't listen to these crazy words anymore, and kicked Qing Lingyu's jaw fiercely, and the latter instantly fainted.

   However, even if Tai Chi drew his sword and slashed Qing Lingyu to death on the spot, the wall in front of him still existed.

  Wall watched this farce silently, with a silent attitude like the most vicious mockery.

   Just when Taichi's men and horses hit the wall, 60 kilometers to the southwest, the battle for the ferry also entered the most tragic stage - hand-to-hand combat.

   [Sorry, sorry, sorry, redefines "tonight (broad]

   [I wrote more than 1,700 words until half past six... The efficiency is terribly low]

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