Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 90

   Chapter 90 Storm

   Although it is a strong attack, a strong attack does not mean a hard attack.

  Before attacking the fort, Winters arranged for the soldiers to return to the post beside the fort and lit torches to ask for help.

  The rest of the people were ambushed between the cannon fort and the post, ready to ambush the defenders who came out of the cannon, waiting for the opportunity to seize the door.

   There is no one on this continent who knows better city defense tactics than officers from the Senas Army Officers Academy. Because during the Sovereign War, the elites of the Imperial Army were killed and wounded by the Senas coalition in one siege after another.

   Therefore, city defense tactics are the top priority of the army military school curriculum. Relying on the city defense fortifications, even the weak and powerless civilians can replace three elite enemies.

  Because of this, in Winters' opinion, storming the enemy in the strong fortress is the best of the worst.

The sentries on the    fort saw the waving torches of the coastal post, and they hadn't noticed that the iron wire had been cut.

   After several shouts and no answer from the coastal post, the commander of the artillery fort decided to send a few people to see what was going on.

   After a while of restlessness, the gate of the artillery fort opened, and five soldiers came out with torches.

When they were more than ten meters away from the coast, the Hurds lurking in the grassy quagmire by the side of the road rushed towards them, while Winters, who was located closer to the artillery fort, rushed to the gate of the artillery base with the Veneta soldiers .

   Five Tanirian soldiers were suddenly attacked and were stabbed to death before they even had time to escape.

  The commander of the fortress saw on the wall that the soldiers he sent were killed by those who climbed out of the grass, and an unknown number of people were running towards the fortress.

   He immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly ordered the soldiers downstairs to close the door.

This temporary fort has no trenches. When the Veneta people rushed to the gate of the fort, the gap between the two gates was less than a finger wide, and a Veneta soldier quickly put his spear down. The door slammed in.

The   hardwood spear squeaked against the gate, but was not crushed. At this moment, several other Veneta soldiers with spears also inserted the spears through the crack of the door, completely blocking the door.

  The gates of the piers open outwards, while the gates of the cannons open inwards. The Tanirians inside pushed out with the strength of sucking milk, and the Venetas outside also pushed in hard.

  Several long knives stabbed from the crack of the door toward the outside, and the Veneta soldier who was closest to the crack of the door was hit four times in the arm, under the ribs, and in the thigh, screaming back two steps and fell to the ground.

  The Tanirians in the door continued to stab out, a knife stretched too long, and the hand holding the knife was exposed. A Veneta soldier with a short axe who was originally responsible for breaking the door slashed fiercely, and the hand holding the knife was cut at the wrist.

   Both sides put on long weapons and stabbed each other through the gap of the door less than a finger wide, and launched a clumsy, comical and extremely **** and cruel battle.

   Commander Taniria in the artillery fort immediately ordered the alarm bell to sound when he saw that someone was about to **** the door.

  The alarm bell was sounded desperately, and three beacons were lit at the top of the cannon, which was the agreed signal for help.

   Hearing the alarm bell, Winters understood that time was running out, and the enemies of Red Sulphur Harbor would come to support soon. He shouted anxiously and angrily, "Where's the gunpowder? Where is the person who took the gunpowder?"

   "Come here, sir, here we come." The soldier in charge of carrying the gunpowder replied breathlessly, and he fell behind in the previous assault.

   The Hurds who had solved the enemy also rushed to the gate of the fort. Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate at the fort, a few brave Hurds bit their knives and began to climb the dirt wall of the fort.

The defenders in the    artillery fort also stabilized their positions from the panic of being raided, and began to use long-range weapons to kill the Veneta people outside the wall.

  The Veneta, armed with arquebuses and bows and arrows, also began to fight back. The Hurds chopped off the spears captured from the fortress and threw them at the enemy on the wall as javelins.

   However, the effect of the upward attack was extremely poor, and instead the Tanirians on the wall took advantage of the land. So close, as long as the gunshots sounded and the bowstring vibrated, someone would fall outside the wall. Watermelon-sized stones were thrown from the wall, and the heads of the Veneta soldiers who couldn't dodge were smashed into their chests.

   grabbed the iron pot full of gunpowder, and Winters put the iron pot on the edge of the door, inserted the gunpowder twist, and shouted: "Back up."

   Then, he used the fire technique to ignite the gunpowder.

The    gunpowder was found in the fort, but there was only gunpowder, no sealed container. Had to latte pots and iron pots.

   Seeing that the gunpowder was lit, everyone quickly dispersed. However, after the medicine was burnt out, there was only a muffled sound from the door, and there was no explosion effect at all. Looking at it again, not only the door, but also the iron pot was intact.

  Although Winters used a narrow pot, and although he had sealed it as much as possible with improvised wooden stoppers, it was still not tight enough. The way of detonating the powder by twisting and burning it successively causes the gunpowder gas on the surface to blow away the gunpowder below, and the whole pot of gunpowder sets off fireworks, which is not as powerful as detonating the gunpowder pot.

   An angry Winters simply gave up the idea of ​​blasting the city gate, and this time he replaced it with a gunpowder bag tied with iron nails.

  The gunpowder bag is also the equipment of the musketeer of the fortress. It is not made of horns, but sewn with leather, in order to increase the lethality. Winters tied a few rings of nails to the outside of the powder bag.

   This time, Winters directly stuffed the soft bag through the crack of the door. Instead of using the gunpowder twist, he directly launched the burning technique with all his strength.

  Different from the layer-by-layer ignition of gunpowder twisting, the burning technique directly acts on the entire bag of black gunpowder, and the black gunpowder that absorbs a lot of energy breaks through the energy barrier and explodes instantly.

With a    "Boom", the gunpowder bag exploded violently, and the iron nails tied to the outside of the gunpowder bag were pushed by the gunpowder gas and shot in all directions.

  A nail flew out from the crack of the door, ploughing a blood ditch on Winters' head. The situation inside the door will only be more tragic than that outside the door.

   "Listen to my password! Hit the door together!"

  Vinetta slammed into the gate together, and the gate of the artillery fort was finally broken.

   The Tanirians on the wall shouted hoarsely, realizing that the gates of the fort had been breached.

   "Ten Commander, you brought two people to destroy the door shaft, the others come with me!" Winters took out his sword and rushed into the fortress first.

  The Veneta soldiers and the Hurds both bare their left arms, and after rushing into the fort, they will kill anyone who does not bare their left arm.

  The corridor leading to the second floor of the fort is too narrow, and there is no place to dodge. The people in the back stand against the people in front, and the people in front have nowhere to go. You can only fight with each other.

Not only the Veneta and the Hurds, but even the Tanirians were red-eyed. The people in the front row on both sides let out a howl that didn't sound like a human voice, and stabbed the enemy at the same time. Or get stabbed.

   When the person in front falls, the person behind immediately follows.

  The phalanx tactics of the ancient empires would constantly replace the soldiers in the front row, but the current soldiers no longer receive this kind of training.

  In this **** meat grind, they can only fight to the death, and if the fighting continues like this, everyone will die. The people in the front row fell one by one, and the back row that was temporarily safe would become the front row.

  The battle has progressed to this level, and it is no longer technical and tactical that decides the outcome, but will and strength. It depends on which side has thick enough nerves and which side can hold on for one more minute; if neither side is afraid of death, it depends on which side has more people.

   However, in the corridor that can accommodate three people in parallel, Winters' war knife has been rolled up, and it cuts on the enemy like an iron rod.

   There have been four or five stab wounds on his limbs. If it wasn't for the instinct of practicing swordsmanship all the year round to protect him, he would have died a long time ago.

   Winters has begun to become numb. He is no longer excited, nervous, or even afraid. He just mechanically sets up the swinging weapon, and then slashes at the opponent's shoulder and neck.

   Caster, officer, these identities are meaningless. There's no need for officers in the meat grinder, no spellcasters, just meat.

   This small corridor eats people who are alive and kicks, and then vomits **** corpses.

   Winters didn't know how many people he had cut down, but he could feel that he was advancing and the enemy was gradually retreating.

The enemy in front of    attacked Winters with a stick. Winters' mechanical "block-slash".

   However, he was numb and did not notice that the "stick" was not a stick, but a flail.

   He held the "stick", but the knock rod hinged on the front of the stick with an iron chain bypassed the blade and threw a semicircle and smashed it **** Winters' head.

   Winters only felt that his consciousness suddenly became dizzy, his eyes darkened, and he let go of his weapon for the first time in combat.

   The Tanirians with the flails were just about to pursue the victory, and gave Winters another ruthless attack. However, the Veneta soldiers and the Hurds around Winters quickly protected Winters and carried Winters, who was almost fainted, to the back of the corridor.

   The half-conscious Winters heard the sound of the gong. He shook his head and tried to cheer himself up, but there was an inexplicable pain in his skull.

The    diaphragm squeezed Winters' stomach, and he retched involuntarily, but vomited nothing.

   "Is it the sound of the gong?" The pale-faced Winters grabbed the soldier who was supporting him. He was not sure if he had hallucinated, and asked the soldier laboriously, "Did you hear the sound of the gong?"

   "Sir, it's the sound of the gong. You heard it right, it's the sound of the gong."

Hearing the soldier's answer, Winters' expression suddenly relaxed, he let out a long breath, blood dripped from the top of his head to his jaw, making his smile a little grim: "Withdraw! Now withdraw! Warrant Officer Cellini has already Got it!"

Private Winters Montagne learned only four things in his tactical course at the Army Officers' School: place reserves on the backslope; flank if you can't get through the front; backup plans come in handy sooner or later; and— Before the real attack is launched, be sure to feint in other directions.

  [Army Military Academy, military cadets automatically acquire the rank of privates when they enter the academy. ]

   There was at least one centurion enemy in this fort, and Winters never imagined that he could penetrate the Tanirians from the front gate with his improvised force of more than 30 remnants and slaves.

   All attacks from the main gate are feint attacks, the louder the better, the more intense the better.

  When the battle at the main gate has attracted the attention of all the Tanirians, Andrea Cellini will lead four sharp Veneta soldiers and the Hurds to climb into the cannon from the other direction.

   Forging a cannon is difficult, but destroying a cannon is easy. Andrei carried enough nails and hammers to nail down all the cannon fire doors on Iwo.

The    gong was the signal that Andre had succeeded.

   The surviving Veneta soldiers and the Hurds carried Winters and quickly withdrew from the fort. The enemy inside the fort did not know the truth and did not dare to pursue it.

   Winters sat on the ground leaning against the tree trunk and silently counted the remaining hands. There are only eleven people left here, and all of them are still alive with injuries.

   Counting three on Bud's side and five on Andre's side, Winters' men have already lost 23 people tonight, half of them killed.

  Hestas, who was staying at the sortie position, was treating Winters' wound. The old shaman first wiped the wound and then washed it with warm salt water. Finally began to chant with a strange pronunciation.

   An astonishing scene happened, and the wound with bone deep in Winters' left shoulder and the bleeding was slowly shrinking. The two-and-half-finger-length wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under everyone's attention, and finally turned into a shallow red line.

  The still-living Hurds, regardless of their injuries, fell to the ground one after another, their foreheads pressed against the soil, and they were also chant.

   And the Veneta who were Catholics or Protestants saw the miracle of healing wounds with their own eyes, and they were also greatly shocked.

   This is the magical technique that can "life and death, flesh and bone", and this is why the Catholic Church was able to jump from a foreign church that was banned and persecuted, to replace the polytheism of the ancient empire and become the state religion of the ancient empire.

   I wonder who sees such magic, can they not fall under the catholic altar?

   "Master, don't waste your magic on me." Winters grabbed Hestace's hand: "Go save others."

  Hestas nodded and turned to treat the wounds for the others.

   When the Hurds were cleaned by the old shaman, they were all proud and proud. It was an unparalleled honor for the Hurds to allow Hestas to deal with the wounds himself.

The Veneta people shunned the "witchcraft" of the pagan Hestas, and some Veneta people who were too seriously injured and had to be treated by magic also recited the Lord's Prayer tremblingly. and the Rosary.

  The Hurds glared at these reluctant Veneta.

"It's really fun! I nailed all the fire doors of their cannons to death! [Andre's poor vulgar words]! Where did these tani guys get such good cannons? But let me nail it all up!"

   Before seeing anyone, Winters heard Andre's gruff voice.

   "We have destroyed so many cannons, can't we say it without giving us a one-kilogram medal? Can it? Ah..." Andre's tone was excited, and he shouted and boasted of his credit.

   In the regulations of the Veneta Army, crucifying enemy artillery in combat is equivalent to capturing enemy artillery. Officers below the lieutenant colonel are directly promoted to one level, and soldiers are paid to go home and become small landlords.

   However, seeing the tragic situation of the Veneta and the Hurds who were in charge of feigning the front gate, he could no longer laugh.

  Andre walked over to Winters, squatted down and looked at the stab wounds on Winters' body and his coat that was almost red with blood, and said with a trembling voice, "Brother...Are you all right?"

   "It's okay, it's all minor injuries." Winters' lips were bloodless, and he asked with a miserable smile: "All the cannons solved?"

"It's solved, it's all nailed to the ground." Andre nodded, he thought about it, and added: "The heavy artillery in the cannon is a thirty-two-pound bronze cannon, and they are all long. Come on, the tani guys shouldn't have the ability to make such cannons, I really don't know where they got it from."

"It's fine." The last stone that Winters hung in his heart also fell to the ground, and he said in a relaxed tone: "Don't care where they got the cannons, let the big men above worry about this kind of thing, we work done."

   Another footstep came from the south, and Bard returned to the agreed meeting point with the two Veneta.

   "How is it? Are you in touch?" Seeing Bud coming back, Winters anxiously wanted to stand up.

   "Don't move, don't move, you sit well." Bud quickly held down Winters and said softly, "We're in touch, our warship has set off."

  Bud pointed to the direction of the bay: "Look, it's already here."

  The sound of artillery was vaguely heard from the direction of the entrance of the bay, and behind the hazy tree shadows, the warships sailed into the Red Sulphur Bay one by one.

   The Veneta soldiers shouted excitedly.

  The Hurd people saw this scene and realized that they were going to go home. The hard-hitting men also burst into tears at the moment, hugging each other and crying bitterly.

   Winters, Bud, and Andre smiled reassuringly at each other.

   It was the sound of artillery again, and it was heavy artillery. The roar of the cannon made the leaves tremble.

   Winters' expression was horrified... No, in the wrong direction... The sound of the cannon did not come from the entrance of the bay, but from the second cannon at the waist of the bay, the one that was attacked just now.

   Winters and Bud stared at Andre.

  Andre was about to burst into tears: "I...I...I really nailed the **** fire door!"

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