Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 356

Chapter 356 Hunting (End)

The sandstorm tends to subside, but the melee on the periphery of the hunting ground not only did not stop, but became more and more frantic.

Many of the small tribes who had been called to the hunt had already left, and they fled back to the hunting grounds shortly after, as if something in the smoke was driving them away.

Stag dispatched the palace guards to stop the riot, while Winters quickly inspected and assessed Qingqiu's defense.

All the arrangements of the Chihe Department in Qingqiu are for the purpose of showing power. In order to allow visitors from all directions to look at the majestic golden tent of the white lion, the foundation in the center of Qingqiu was raised artificially, and any buildings and fortifications that might obstruct the view were deliberately not set up.

Looking at Qingqiu, there is no geographical advantage other than its own height.

All conclusions lead to Winters' original speculation: from the beginning, Qingqiu was the sweetest bait in the trap.

The children of the Chihe tribe who stayed at the hunting ground pulled their bows and carried their spears, and rode their horses down Qingqiu; some of the hunters of the tribe who were rushing and rushing were eager to move.

The arrow is already on the string, and the bow arm is creaking, just waiting for the furious **** to beat the war drum.

"I'll take you away," Winters said to Ellen. Time is running out, and Winters' attitude is resolute and cannot be refuted.

Eerlun was surprised at first, but soon her eyes dimmed again.

"The white lions are not in Qingqiu, which means that the victory or defeat is not in the hunting ground, but outside the hunting ground." Winters explained succinctly: "Since the beacon has risen, Qingqiu will leave a palace tent and a pole. The big one is enough, you don't need to continue to be the bait."

"You know what? I want to hear you say this, even in my dreams." Erlun's eyes were full of tears, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "But not now."

Winters doesn't care about the Chihe Department, let alone the White Lion, but he cares about Eerlun. He took Eerlun's arm and could not help but take Eerlun to the stable.

"I'm sorry... The little lion is still in Qingqiu..." Eerlun shed tears and stood stubbornly in place: "...I can't go with you..."

"Boom!"

Suddenly three consecutive gunshots—Qingqiu's gunner was warning.

Winters looked at the direction where the gunpowder was pointing, only to see two groups of people colliding head-on.

One side was dressed in iron armor, with feathers swaying on his head, and he was obviously a cavalryman from the Chihe Division; the other side was an ordinary hunter whose identity was unknown.

On the edge of the hunting ring, the cavalry of the Chihe clan stayed within the felt wall, and the red plume feather [black sheep] headed by him shot three arrows in a row, and scolded: "If [Hede] still honors the white lion, the children of all clans will immediately retreat. After! Dismount! Take one step into the felt wall! Shoot and kill!"

However, the oncoming Heard rider was already frightened, screaming for help, and jumping over the felt wall in a panic.

Red Feather [Black Sheep] in the Chihe Department was heartbroken, and roared and ordered: "[Hede] whoever enters the hunting ring, kill them!"

After saying that, Hong Feather pulled his bow like a full moon, and a banging arrow nailed a Heard hunter who was climbing over the felt wall.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was like a slaughter command, and the armored soldiers of the Chihe Department no longer had any scruples, and without hesitation, they waved their machetes and shot sharp arrows.

Fugitives who crossed the felt wall fell one after another. Seeing that the situation was not good, those who fled along the felt wall to both sides were also chased and chopped to death. Only those who fled back to the outside of the felt wall were lucky enough to escape.

However, the Heard hunter who escaped from the felt wall only lived a little longer.

Soon, another group of cavalry rushed out from the smoke and dust, shouting "Chihe Department of Rebellion" and slaughtering all the Hurd people who escaped from the felt wall.

"[Hede] The Chihe Department is fighting?" The real Red Plume Feather [Black Sheep] of the Chihe Department was furious: "[Hede] rotten meat! The rotten meat that smells worse than what's pulled out of a wild boar's intestines! They are the Hungry wolf!"

The black sheep held the spear and took the lead to take the enemy leader: "[Hede] God is above! Kill!"

A group of Chihe Division armored cavalry shouted in unison, and jumped out of the felt wall following the hundred cavalry captains.

Sabre against saber, bow against bow, the two cavalry units engaged in **** hand-to-hand combat.

As soon as the troops of the Chihe Department came into contact with the enemy, they suffered a dull loss. Their machetes and spears stabbed and slashed the enemy's torso, only a muffled sound could be heard, but no blood was seen. The bones and warhammers in the enemy's hands were specifically smashed at the necks and heads of the armored soldiers of the Chihe Division.

Black Sheep immediately sensed something was wrong and roared hoarsely: "[Hede] The wolf cub is wearing dark armor! The wolf cub is wearing dark armor!"

There is no need for Hong Lingyu's reminder, the Chihe Department armored cavalry who suffered a loss and was still alive had long since abandoned their spears, pulled out the bones, and continued to fight with the enemy.

Winters, who witnessed the encounter, did not speak, but his tightly knitted eyebrows and tensed cheeks had given silent evaluations.

Also witnessing this encounter was Qingling Yu [Stag]. The flags on the Qingqiu waved and the horns were fired in succession, and the stag mobilized more troops and horses like crazy.

Winters stopped watching the battle, he took Eerlun and strode toward the little lion's sleeping tent.

The attack of the black sheep was like a command spear. Just as Winters turned around, more than a dozen cavalry teams jumped out of the felt wall and rushed into the hunting ground.

Each team of cavalry was madly shouting "White Lion and Arrow", "Chihe Division to fight chaos", and even confused the people and horses of Yinglin Division.

The Eagle Forest Department is the mother clan of the White Lion and has always been considered the closest ally of the Chihe Department. The Eagle Forest Department participated in the hunting as a vassal tribe, and as a follower of the Chihe Department, they hid among the tribes outside the hunting circle.

There were so many "Chihe tribesmen" all at once, and even the members of the Eagle Forest tribe were dumbfounded.

Which is true? is that fake?

"[Hede] idiot!" The leader of the Eagle Forest Department and the uncle of the white lion [Tie Feng] cursed anxiously: "[Hede] what is true or false?! Anyone who dares to go to Qingqiu will be killed!"

The cavalry of the Eagle Forest Department then shouted and rushed into the hunting circle, and rammed into the rushing stream of many "Chihe Department's horses".

Above the green hill, the deer saw sweat on his forehead. He was beginning to regret making rhetoric in front of the Palatine champions.

The stag expected that Haidong and Suzi would send troops to sneak into the hunting ground, but he never thought that Haidong and Suzi would pay such a large cost.

The only commanding height also means facing attacks from all directions. With Qingqiu as the center, the circular hunting group with a radius of five kilometers is now a veritable meat grinder.

The cavalry loyal to the white lions are fighting with their lives to intercept the enemies in all directions, and the enemies from all directions are also killing Qingqiu regardless.

Looking around, there are battlefields and enemies everywhere.

Close your eyes and listen, there are screams and screams everywhere.

In a moment of loss, the stag actually gave birth to the illusion of being surrounded by thousands of troops.

Just relying on the little ambushes sent in by the eastern sea and Suzi's troops will definitely not be able to achieve this level of power. There must be some tribes who participated in the hunt that were instigated by the Haidong and Suzi tribes, and there must be...and there are still a lot of them.

The twelve respected cannons that were specially placed in Qingqiu even lost their meaning. Before the round of reloading was completed, the enemy cavalry would have already killed in front of the gunner.

At this moment, the soldiers and horses of the Chihe Department were like an overwhelmed dam. Although they sacrificed their lives and tried their best, they could not prevent the flood from overflowing the top of the dam.

The stag was only left with the eighty guards and quiverers who were responsible for guarding the golden tent of the white lion.

The stag plucked off the gold-encrusted horn, and the horn sounded in Qingqiu, summoning the warriors to join the final **** battle.

At the same time, the sleeping tent of the little lion.

The white-haired doctor with a rosary in his hand respectfully answered Edun's question.

Winters said sharply: "What did he say?"

"The little lion's injury has just stabilized, and he will die if it is bumped again." Eerlun hesitated, and finally shook his head.

"What else did you say?" Winters saw at a glance that Erlen was hiding something.

"The ancient doctor who lost the child told us to leave. He said he could protect the little lion comprehensively." Erlun made up his mind and looked at Winters pleadingly: "Shi'ergu is a famous doctor in the grasslands, he can protect the little lion, It can protect me too. Go away and leave us alone."

Winters didn't believe that a healer who was dying of old age could protect the safety of White Lion's younger brother and sister. He also understood that Eerlun looked weak, but his stubbornness in his bones was not inferior to Anna at all.

He couldn't convince Erlun to abandon the little lion and run away, just as the little lion couldn't persuade Erlun to abandon him and run away.

The earth was shaking, and the screams of killing poured into his ears, and the thick leather of the bed tent could not isolate it.

"There is another way." Winters slowly moved his phalanx and wrist joints.

Eerlun and the ancient healer who lost their children looked at Winters in confusion.

"The people outside want nothing more than two things, one is the azure scorpion of the Chihe Department. The other is..." Winters looked at the broken, blood-stained and muddy hanging beside the little lion. Crimson armor, spit out a word:

"White Lion."

Eerlun covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, shaking her head and backing away.

Winters cut off the tie around his body, ripped off his original armor, and pointed to the white lion's armor that stood silently in the center of the sleeping tent like a ghost:

"Armor for me!"

Eerlun did not move, the old doctor Shiergu stood up and said a few words to the other people in the sleeping tent.

The female slaves serving in the little lion's tent moved quickly.

Breastplate, skirt armor, shoulder armor, arm armor... The crimson armor hanging on the wooden frame was dismembered piece by piece, and it was fixed piece by piece on Winters.

Eerlun picked up the last pocket, tremblingly put it on and fastened it for Winters.

"The white lion has a purpose, the little lion has a purpose, the Red River has a purpose, and the enemies of the Red River have a purpose." Winters stared at Erlun like he woke up in the felt tent for the first time: "I don't have a purpose. For any purpose...I'm doing all this just for you."

After saying goodbye, Winters put down his undercoat and strode out of the little lion's sleeping tent.

The guards and quivers guarding the White Lion's Golden Tent witnessed the White Lion fighting again, and their fear and shock could not be added.

Shiergu chased out of the sleeping tent holding a horn cup. The old doctor bowed his head deeply, raised his horn cup, and said in the imperial language: "Badu, please drink this wine!"

Winters burst out laughing and said nothing. He simply lifted his visor, took the horn cup, and drank it.

took this opportunity to realize that the guards and quivers guarding the golden tent realized that under the red armor was not a lion, but a wolf.

Winters throws away the horn cup: "Warhorse!"

Shiergu told Winters that the quivers immediately ran to the stable.

There were more and more armored soldiers from the Chihe Division gathered around Winters, and the armored soldiers of the Chihe Division walked towards Winters as if on a pilgrimage, and kept their distance in awe.

The soldiers suddenly made way, and the stag led a very majestic white horse through the crowd, bowed his head and handed the reins to Winters.

"This... is the horse of the white lion." Shi'ergu translated for Su Wei.

"what is it call?"

Stag answered a name proudly and loudly.

Shiergu thought for a while: "Changfeng!"

"Changfeng?" Winters was delighted: "Nice name! Just right for today."

After saying that, he buckled his lower armor and stepped on the horse.

The armored warriors of the Chihe tribe rode their horses one after another, as if they had been inspired.

"No need! You stay to protect Ellen and the little lion."

"[Hede] Batu!" A silver-armored quiverer drove forward: "[Hede] is willing to be the forerunner!"

As soon as the voice fell, another eleven silver-armored quiverers came out, and they were the twelve "guards" that Hart had previously selected for Winters.

"Okay!" Winters backhanded and pulled out the Tianqing Daquan standing in front of the golden tent: "To break the army and fall into the battle, twelve cavalry is enough!"

The head man of the Stone Cliff [Geha] frantically drove the warhorse, the underside of his mount was bloody, and his chest was covered with foam.

The armored cavalry of the Chihe Department was left far behind by [Geha], and the machete of the Shiya Department was only three arrows away from Qingqiu...

Two arrows…

One arrow.

The splendid tent of the white lion was so close at hand that Gehar seemed to reach out and grab it.

"[Hedde] kill!" Gerhard couldn't think of any words to inspire his followers, and he shouted out the only desire in his heart: "[Hedde] kill!"

No one heard Gerha's roar, as it was firmly suppressed by the roar of the twelve heavy artillery.

The next moment, the roar of a beast resounded through the hunting ground, and the **** battle even stagnated.

Under the gaze of half the hunting ground, a red-armored knight jumped up from the green hill.

Just glimpsed the blood red, and the members of the Chihe tribe instantly fell into an unprecedented frenzy: "Yasin!"

"Yasin!"

The half hunting ground on the other side couldn't witness the miracle through the eyes, but as soon as the cheers from the sky sounded, the same frenzy spread immediately - the white lion is back!

Geha stared blankly at the extremely majestic white horse leaping high and landing heavily. Every time the four hooves of the white horse touched the ground, it seemed to knock on Geha's heart.

Geha couldn't believe his eyes: the red-armored samurai riding a white horse was holding an azure dwarf from the Red River.

The big hulk may be pointed, but Gehar has never seen anyone use such a heavy honor guard as a weapon.

There can be no mistake, it can only be a white lion.

"[Hede] aren't you already dead?!" Geha yelled angrily, thrusting his spear at the red-armored warrior: "[Hede] aren't you dead?!"

The next moment, Gehar died.

When the angle of view was rotating in mid-air, Geha had a strange idea - it turns out that the big horn can really be used as a weapon.

Winters hardly noticed Gerha's death, and he drove the warhorse without reservation, smashing into the formation of the stone cliffs like thunder.

Twelve silver-armored quiver soldiers followed, and Shi Yabu instantly shattered his bones.

Like a basin of ice water poured into a pot of boiling oil, the Qingqiu hunting ground boiled.

Everyone—the people of the Chihe tribe, the enemies of the Chihe tribe—all rushed towards the "white lion" like mad, the latter mad to kill him, the former mad to protect him.

Winters doesn't need to look for the enemy at all, he just needs to rampage, and the enemy will come to him on its own.

The horn of mead he drank before going into battle suppressed his consciousness, pain, and fatigue. At this moment, Winters was like a demon crawling out of hell, a demigod in ancient stories and legends, and a berserker sung by the Northern Singers for generations. Spilled death wantonly, fought tirelessly.

Cracking, cracking, flying arrows, flying arrows, picking up one, picking up another... Infinite fighting intent, endless anger, infinite power.

Winters lied.

He did not step into the battlefield just for Erlun.

At least, at this moment, all the repression, unwillingness and pain are released in the killing, and Winters can't remember how long he has not experienced such a happy and hearty battle.

He doesn't need to think about responsibility, mission, family, friends, future, present... He doesn't even need to think, just fight, fight, fight.

The death of the enemy who faced Winters became more and more tragic, from the initial destruction of brain tissue by cracking, to the skull being torn apart in the helmet, to the limbs being torn from the torso by the violent magic power .

The out-of-control magic even ignited the blue sky, and with flames and blood, Winters rushed to kill.

Gradually, everyone was fleeing from him like a madman - the members of the Chihe Department and the enemies of the Chihe Department.

Witnessing that the red armored warriors were literally "raising blood and blood", the old Sergey unconsciously became dry, and he looked at the rest of the Tiefeng County mission with lingering fear: "The barbarian chief... the barbarian chief is not dead. At least it should be a serious injury? What...how..."

Anna stared at the figure of the red-armored white horse, covered her heart, and said softly, "That's not a white lion."

"Who is that?" asked old Sergey, startled and frightened.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed.

Old Sergey shouted like a blow: "That's...that's the tribune of Montagne?"

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed again.

Pierre gritted his teeth, got on his war horse, and drew his sword out of the sheath: "The centurion is bleeding, how can we watch it! I want to fight side by side with the centurion! Who is coming with me?!"

Old Sergey jumped on the horse without saying a word, and laughed wildly: "I have two hobbies in my life, one is hunting wild animals, and the other is killing barbarians. Today I finally got it together!"

The people of Tiefeng County laughed, mounted their horses one after another, and rushed to the battlefield under the leadership of Pierre.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz found a clean place, sat on the ground, took out a jug from his arms, and took a small sip.

In the distance, a cavalry with neat banners and distinctive armour appeared on the horizon.

Although the cavalry was tired, and the bloodstains on the armor and weapons had not been cleaned, they were in high spirits and were singing the victory song of the Hurds in unison.

A Qing Lingyu came from the front of the line and stopped beside another Qing Lingyu in the middle of the line.

Qing Lingyu, who came to report the letter, bowed and saluted, holding a scroll-shaped instrument in both hands, and said half in doubt and half in shock: "[Hede] White lion, Qingqiu seems to..."

Another Qing Lingyu took off his helmet, and it turned out to be the white lion that was supposed to sit in Qingqiu.

The white lion took the scroll-shaped instrument from the archer, pulled it away, and put it to his eyes, and the still life in the distance was drawn closer.

After a while, the white lion put away the telescope and shook his head regretfully.

"[Hedde] keep going." He said: "[Hedde] keep singing."

[The real Shura field, referring to the opposite scene between Erlun and Anna]

[False Shura Field, referring to Winters killing Qingqiu into a Shura Field]

[The hunt is over! Sprinkle flowers! ]

[Actually, when I first wrote the outline, I was preparing a big chapter to finish the story, which is divided into four sections: [Departure]-[Chasing Beasts]-[Surprise]-[Ending], and finally echo the beginning [the oath-broken person participates in person] Gladiator] story. As a result, I wrote eleven chapters around the hunt, and several characters from the empire still failed to appear...]

[As for the purpose of the hunting scene itself, it is to talk about the future direction of Heard's tribes. Winters killed the fire roaster, pulling one hair and moving his whole body. It not only stabbed the white lion, but also gave the white lion a chance to grow rapidly. Winters had to speed up, so did the White Lions]

[After writing this "unit", I feel a long sigh of relief. To quote a famous saying, "It's not good, but it's done, so it's good."]

[The monsoon roll of suffering and suffering is about to end! Sprinkle flowers! ]

[The next story will be easier (???)]

[There must be magic! (do not hit me)]

[Maps will also be available (drawing)]

[Thank you for your collection, reading, subscription, recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, reward and comment, thank you all]

(end of this chapter)

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