Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 451

   Chapter 451 The great alliance moves forward (twenty-three)

  The shadow of the sun slanted westward, and the dust filled the air. The battle situation in the distance could not be seen at all, and only the broken military flag could be seen in the smoke.

  Bart Xialing hurried down from the high **** on the south side of the valley.

  The warriors of Iron Peak advanced simultaneously on the south and north shores, and the marching column extended deep into the valley.

  Bart Schaling, who ran down the hillside, rudely crossed the parade, jumped into the rapids, and walked hard towards the opposite bank. The messengers and entourage who were guarding the hillside were stunned for a moment, and followed.

   The water in the valley is swift, and the channel is cut deep and steep. Bart Xia Ling, who climbed up the north bank, didn't have time to slow down, and ran wildly again until he caught up with the real commander of this force, Tamas.

   "Wait a minute." Bart Shalling grabbed Tamas's arm and warned anxiously: "You, me, we only have two battalions!"

   Tamas, who was wearing the cuirass belt, replied without looking up: "Within two battalions, many people are left behind."

   "Then wait for them to catch up." Bart Shilling tried his best to convince Tamas: "Wait for the tribune's former team to catch up!"

  Tamas, who had all four belts fastened, pulled his throat guard to make sure that the nail plate was firmly fixed: "The people in Baishan County don't have time to wait."

  Bart Xialing was at a loss for words. He lowered his voice and pleaded in the gesture of a subordinate: "At least... at least let everyone take a breath."

"Not much." Tamas, who was wearing the breastplate belt, shook his head. He pursed his dry lips and glanced sadly at the subordinates beside him. He declined Bart Xialing's request in a low voice but firmly: "If we rest now, as soon as we sit down... we'll never get up again."

  Around Tamas and Bart Shallen, soldiers from Ironpeak are preparing their weapons and donning their armor on a small flat at the exit of the valley. The musketeers untie the arquebuses from their wrists, pass the fire like a wine, and distribute the ammunition.

  Each soldier's face has a tired look that is hard to hide, but the movements of his hands are still neat and fast.

  Compared to the cluttered noises from a distance, the exit of the valley was unusually quiet. Except for the occasional brief question and answer, only rustling could be heard.

  The troops of Tamas and Bart Shaling appeared here, both by coincidence and by necessity.

   Coincidence: they came to the battlefield with the detoured troops of the "Sixth Legion".

Winters Montagne planned the assembly point for the various divisions of the Iron Peak Army in Sheze, because the command of the Iron Peak Army unanimously agreed that the Bode and Sarnell divisions would encounter in the territory of Sheze—whether marching Information about abilities, road conditions, or the direction of Baznaul points the battle point there.

However, when the Tiefeng County infantry crossed over the east section of Yinque Mountain overnight, the advance scouts sent back a subversive plot: Sanel's troops crossed the snake swamp and did not enter, and went straight to Changhu Town, and their force size was the most irresponsible. The ex ante guess is even bigger.

   In the early hours of the night, Tamas and Bart Xialing received urgent urgent orders one after another: the entire army turned to help Long Lake.

   As a result, the Tiefeng County Army, which was advancing towards Sheze along the watershed, turned its direction. The 1st and 2nd battalions, which originally served as the rear team, instantly became the vanguard of the entire army.

   That is, when they were looking for the route out of the mountain, Tamas and Bart Shalling discovered the "Sixth Army" that was detouring to the rear of River Valley Village.

   The two made a quick decision: keep up with the enemy.

  Because the "Sixth Corps" made a big circle, and the Tiefeng County Army walked straight out of Yinque Mountain, the latter was not thrown too far, and the two troops almost reached the battlefield of Hegu Village.

   This is inevitable by chance: wherever the enemy is, the Tiefeng Army will go.

   But they had only two battalions—less than two, to be exact.

   This point, Bart Shaling is more aware than Tamas. Facing a stubborn and rigid battalion commander who was ahead of his own command line, Bart Xialing had exhausted his patience.

Bart Xialing pointed at the valley and roared at the highest commander present: "Your people! My people! At least one-third of them got lost, left behind, and disappeared! There are still many people who can't find their own. Lian, account, just gritted their teeth and followed!"

"So if you don't need a phalanx, you can't use it." Tamas was not annoyed by the offense of the second battalion commander. He picked up a wooden stick, squatted on the ground to draw a formation, looked up at his old comrades, and tried to explain: "We're going to face it with a horizontal team, one front and one back."

   "The enemy has cavalry!"

   "Repel them with salvos, as in drills."

   "Just a drill! Never actually fought!"

  Tamas stood up, paused, and said slowly, "Then I will try it today."

Bart Xialing was about to be driven mad by the first battalion commander, and he couldn't take care of it anymore, so he dragged Tamas to no one's place, and said the real reason buried under various reasonable excuses: "I just went up the mountain to see it. Battle situation! Wait a minute!"

  Tamas was puzzled: "The troops in Baishan County can't wait."

   "They can still hold on." Bart Xialing's face was blue: "That's why I want you to wait! Wait! One! Wait!"

  Tamas' expression became serious, and he asked bluntly, "Want to wait for them to bleed more?"

   "The more blood they shed, the less blood we shed, now and in the future."

  Tamas lowered his eyes: "But the order given to us by the centurion is to 'fight every enemy'."

   "Why don't you understand? Sooner or later, Baishan County, Leiqun County, and Bianjiang County will also become the enemies of the centurion!" Bart Xialing said, "Sooner or later!"

  Tamas lowered his head and said nothing.

  Bart Xia Ling's voice also became low: "The centurion is a hero, you are a good person, making decisions that go against your conscience will make you suffer, so let me do it, you can push everything on my head..."

  Bart Xialing's words were interrupted, Tamas put his hand on the shoulder of the old comrade in arms, and did not let the latter continue.

When he raised his head, Tamas' eyes were as firm as usual, and he said calmly: "Even if we become enemies, it will be in the future. Today we and they are comrades-in-arms, and the order given to me by the centurion is 'Ride for help' Allies, fight every enemy', then I will execute it."

   Having said that, Tamas touched Bart Shalling's shoulder, turned and walked towards the exit of the valley.

  Bart Xialing clenched his fists, stamped his feet fiercely, and followed.

  Monkey and Paco were at the back of the marching column. When they walked out of the valley, the comrades who came out first had already lined up, and they were about to attack.

  Although the boss ordered to pack as lightly as possible when we set off, everyone still brought some food, drink and sundries.

   When you really want to go into battle, these things can no longer be carried. Therefore, at this moment, the carrying equipment dropped by the soldiers of Tiefeng County was piled up in a small pile at the exit of the valley, under the supervision of special personnel.

  The monkey dragged Paco and stumbled to the pile of luggage. He wanted to throw away the rucksack but found that the knot was tied, and he couldn't untie it. He was so anxious that he scolded: "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

  Monkey and Paco were originally in the front of the marching column, but when they descended the mountain, the new recruit Paco slipped and fell into the hunter's trail.

   By the time the monkeys had worked hard to get Paco up, the team didn't know how far they had gone, and the monkeys were also scattered with Sergeant Lu Xirong and his entourage.

   So Monkey and Paco can only sneak into the team and continue to move forward.

  The monkey tried to untie the knot, but found it was too tight. I want to bite with my teeth, but I can't reach it. He was so angry that he reached out to Paco: "Knife! Knife! Give me the knife!"

   Paco hurriedly pulled out a pocket knife and handed it over.

  The monkey cut the rope directly, threw the rucksack to the pile of luggage, grabbed the scabbard, pressed the helmet, and ran towards the attack position with sore legs.

   Paco, carrying his short spear, hurriedly followed behind.

   The comrades have formed two horizontal teams at the exit of the valley, about thirty steps between the two teams, and each team has three rows.

  Monkey ran between the two horizontal teams, and saw that there were familiar faces in each team, as well as new ones, so he couldn't tell which team was the first battalion and which team was the second battalion.

  A commissioned officer wearing a feather helmet supported his sword, strode towards the two of them, and scolded: "Which company are you from?"

   "They are my people, sir." A familiar voice sounded: "We got separated earlier, I will bring them back to the team."

   Hearing this sound, the monkey felt extremely at ease, and the recruit Pako almost cried.

  I saw old sergeant Roussillon squeezed out of the human wall and walked quickly towards Monkey and Paco.

  Monkey was about to speak, but saw the old sergeant give him a stern look, so he swallowed the words again.

   Roussillon dragged Monkey and Paco to the back of the queue, and then led them south.

   At the southernmost end of the second line, Monkey saw his comrades-in-arms and others in the company. Although he was on the battlefield, he somehow felt a sense of coming home.

   Roussillon turned around and looked at the monkey. The battle was imminent, and the old sergeant's words became very few. He just sighed: "You are still following, silly boy."

  Monkey wiped his eyes, unaware of the loss in the old sergeant's tone, still immersed in excitement, he laughed and said, "Of course! It's so easy to get rid of me?"

   "Go back to the team." Roussillon waved his hand.

   "Yes!" The monkey saluted with a smiley face, pulling recruit Paco to squeeze into the human wall.

   The comrades on the same account gave them a place, and the line where the first company was in a wave, and quickly returned to the straightness like a knife.

   As soon as he stopped, tiredness rushed into his body.

   Originally, the monkey chased the team all the way. Although he was sweating, he still had the strength to go on. Now that he has returned to the team, he feels that his arms and arms are heavy as if they were filled with lead. I couldn't open my eyelids, I just wanted to lie down and have a good night's sleep.

   Not to mention, the monkey is now empty, except for clothes and shoes, there is only a helmet and a sword, which makes him somewhat uncomfortable.

  Because it was extremely inconvenient to carry super long spears through mountains and forests, the spears of each company were put away in advance and handed over to the transportation team to take away first.

   is not only a super long spear used to form a formation, because the packhorses cannot walk the hunter's path, so the spearmen also have to hand over their armor to the baggage team.

   However, the superiors temporarily changed the marching route, and now no one knows where the baggage team went.

Most of   Monkey's comrades now only have a helmet and a short weapon that they carry around. A small number of people with short spears and halberds were arranged at both ends of the queue.

  Monkey tugged at the collar uneasily. In order to hide his nervousness, he pretended to look at the comrades on both sides nonchalantly, but found that the eyes of the comrades on the same account were also full of unease, anxiety and exhaustion.

   But for some reason, seeing the faces of his comrades who get along day and night, the monkey is no longer as scared as before.

   At this time, someone stabbed the monkey in the back.

  The monkey turned his head and saw that it was Paco.

   Paco held a large package and said timidly: "Pot Chang, your plate armor."

   "Hey!" The monkey patted his forehead and smiled brightly: "I almost forgot."

  The armors of the troopers were all handed over to the baggage corps, but the armors of the officers and sergeants were all kept because they were carried by the troopers.

  Although the monkey was only a pot chief, he took advantage of a loophole and begged Sergeant Lu Xirong, patted his chest to ensure that he would not lose his armor halfway, and kept his armor as well.

   But of course the man carrying the armor wasn't the monkey himself - he couldn't carry it either. Silly boy Paco has a lot of energy. Last night, he was the one who carried the monkey's armor over the mountains.

  Monkey opened the package, picked up the plate armor and put it on his body, Paco helped him tie the belt and button.

   But soon, the monkey's movements stopped, he glanced at Paco, looked at the short spearmen at the end of the team, and his last eyes stayed on the dimmer light breastplate.

   After a brief ideological struggle, the monkey took off his breastplate, pushed Paco on him, and grinned: "You wear it!"

   "I wear it?" Paco widened his eyes: "But this is your plate armor."

   "Didn't you carry it on your back?" The monkey said carelessly: "Then you wear it."

   "But...but you are the pot chief..."

  Monkey widened his eyes, took on the style of a veteran, and blocked Parker's words at once: "Are you going to wear it?"

   Paco lowered his head.

Seeing this, the monkey directly put the breastplate on Paco's body, helped Paco to tie the buttons, and kept saying, "Hey, I'll put on this set for you, it's still a little small... You're a short spearman, you need it more. this…"

   Just then, a low trombone sounded.

   All Tiefeng County soldiers froze in their hearts, and immediately regained their spirits.

   is about to attack.

  The enemy in the distance has recovered from the initial panic of discovering the Tiefeng County Army, and more than one military flag has begun to slowly move towards the exit of the valley, which means that the enemy commander is adjusting the deployment.

   "That's it." Tamas finally counted his troops and said to Bart Shalling, "Don't wait any longer."

  The matter has come to this point, and Bart Xialing doesn't say anything anymore. He buttoned his helmet: "Okay, I'll lead the front team, you'll lead the back team."

   "No." Tamas said softly: "You are more useful than me, I will lead the front team."

   Having said that, regardless of the second battalion commander's opinion, Tamas raised his sword and strode toward the army formation in Tiefeng County.

   Standing right in front of the army formation, looking at the faces of his subordinates, Tamas didn't know what to say for a while.

  Being agitation is not his forte. After a moment of silence, he asked in a slow but firm voice:

   "Have you ever lost a battle under the tribune of Montagne?"

   answered him with an earth-shattering cry:

"No!"

  's answer was so loud that the noise of the battlefield was overwhelmed.

   Many of the former prisoners who had just joined the Tiefeng Army were afraid to speak. But every "veteran" is screaming from the heart. The monkeys standing in the second row shouted especially loudly.

   "Today." Tamas's tone did not waver at all: "We will not defeat the war either."

   Having said that, he turned away, but after a pause, he turned around again.

   This time, a battalion commander had tears in his eyes: "If you don't know why you are fighting, then tell yourself that you are fighting for Winters Montagne!"

   "Victory!" someone whispered.

   "Victory!" someone shouted.

   "Victory!!" Every Tiefeng County soldier shouted with all his strength.

  Tamas pulled out his sword and threw away the scabbard. He did not enter the queue, nor did he retreat to the back of the queue, but stood in front of the army formation, facing the enemy, and stepped into the battlefield first:

"go ahead!"

  The thunderous war drums sounded, and the Tiefeng County infantry began to attack.

   [Late...Orz]

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