Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Imperial calendar year 523

Dukedom of Forthland/Dukedom of Forthland

An unknown hill

The four-year-old war horse lost control after being dragged, cut, and stabbed several times.

Its tough skin was ripped open and its crimson flesh turned outwards. The pressure difference between the inside of blood vessels and the atmosphere causes blood to flow outward uncontrollably.

Every pump of the strong and powerful heart causes the war horse to lose more blood.

It jumped up, kicked, and hissed like crazy to prevent any humans from approaching, and even tried to turn back and bite its knight several times.

The young knight on horseback withstood more attacks than the war horse.

Although the knight's armor was strong, he had no sharp injuries. But being hit by several powerful and heavy swings still caused him pain to the point where his breathing almost stopped.

The knight no longer cared about his injuries, he just wanted to rush out of this dead place as soon as possible.

His legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle head, trying his best not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control horse.

After his spear pierced the body of the first enemy during the charge, he was unable to pull it out due to the speed of his horse, and fell off his hand. His shield was nowhere to be found.

The only weapon he could use to defend himself was an armed sword, and his mind was blank.

Techniques, moves and the teacher's teachings have long been forgotten, and all that remains is slashing, swinging, and knocking away any weapons that come towards him.

He couldn't figure out how this ragtag group of vendors and craftsmen could survive a flanking charge without being defeated? Not only did they not flee for their lives, but they actively came up to fight with him.

Most of the cavalrymen who launched this charge had already rushed out of the melee zone with their horse speed and were regrouping.

However, there were still small cavalrymen who failed to break through the encirclement cleanly. Their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that there were enemies on all sides.

If the enemy is defeated by a side attack, the cavalry can drive the defeated troops and sweep the entire front in one breath.

But if they fail to disperse the enemy and are trapped among them, the cavalry fighting on their own will soon be wiped out.

And he was one of the small half of the cavalry trapped among the enemy.

"Boom."

There was a loud noise, and the young knight was startled.

He knew it was the sound of an arquebus, the enemy's most powerful weapon and the weapon he feared most.

The sound of the gunshot was reflected many times by the nearby hillsides, making the sound of the gunshot sound particularly long.

He was happy to find that there was no more blood hole in his body, but this joy was soon cast into a haze - he was not shot, which meant that another companion may have fallen.

At this moment, his horse's madness began to subside, and he could feel that the horse was no longer trying to throw him off its back.

The physical pain of the war horse began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted in the body. The desire to attack caused by panic and rage gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger took over.

At this moment, the horse just wanted to leave this area filled with the smell of blood and noise as soon as possible.

The knight also felt this change. He stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, and at the same time guided the horse with the reins and legs, trying to make the horse run towards a place where the enemy was sparse.

After receiving the rider's instructions, the war horse no longer flopped randomly, but began to accelerate in the direction directed by the knight.

The enemies did not dare to stand in front of the charging horses and all gave way.

They retreated to the sides of the horses and stabbed each man and horse with their spears.

It had only been a few seconds since the war horse stopped going crazy and it started, but there were three more wounds on the belly and thighs on the side of the horse.

The knight also received two blows from the spear, but he was filled with joy.

Because the knight found that although the morale of these small citizens was high, they were not brave enough to stand still in front of the charging horses and exchange one life for another.

This means that as long as the war horse speeds up, he can escape.

saved! You can rush out in no time! The knight praised the only savior loudly over and over again in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a huge pulling force on his left shoulder.

Caught off guard, the knight was dragged off his saddle.

While the knight's horse was still going crazy, a halberdier on the edge of the crowd had noticed him.

When the knight accelerated his horse in the less crowded direction, the halberdier was waiting on his escape route.

The head of the knight's horse passed directly in front of the halberdier. The halberdier made a decisive move and stretched the halberd towards the knight's side.

When the halberd touched the knight's arm, a huge force instantly acted on him and the halberdier through the halberd.

The halberdier's hands gripped the wooden handle tightly like iron pliers, and his feet were rooted to the ground like tree roots.

For a second, the knight thought he was about to be saved.

The next second, he was dragged off the horse by the halberdier.

The knight felt like he was flying. After a short flight, he fell heavily on the soft grass.

The horse got rid of a burden and sped away from this purgatory.

The knight struggled to get up, but found that his left arm could not use the strength - the huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder.

When the enemies next to him saw him falling to the ground, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed towards him. I stepped on his left arm with my feet, pressed his thighs with my hands, and lay on top of him to suppress his body.

The knight could feel hands trying to rip off his helmet.

He was so frightened that he held on to the neck protector with his right hand and moaned incomprehensibly in his throat.

He struggled desperately but couldn't move.

One enemy lifted up his skirt armor, and another musketeer pressed his gun against the chain mail underneath.

The knight who realized what was about to happen cried and kicked desperately, but the enemies' hands weighed a thousand pounds and pinned him to the ground.

The musketeer's mate poured gunpowder into the powder pool at the end of the matchlock and hung the matchlock.

The musketeer pressed the shooting lever without hesitation, and the weakly burning match rope was drawn to the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the gunpowder pool.

The flame spread all the way into the gun chamber and ignited the propellant packed in the gun chamber. The strong thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the gun chamber.

Accompanied by a loud noise and choking smoke, the lead bullets with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chainmail, armor and knight's skin, penetrated into his soft abdomen, rushed through his abdominal cavity, and destroyed his internal organs. The pot was stirred to a pulp.

The young knight twitched a few times, lay on the ground, and could no longer move.

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Imperial calendar year 528

Duchy of Piedmont/United Provinces

Shitang Ferry

"A once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane has appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! Follow me!"

The general with the red feathers on his helmet took the lead, leading his cavalry from the gap between the two large squares into the heart of the enemy, charging fearlessly towards the flag that belonged to the emperor.

"Uukhai! Uukhai!"

Plato's warriors roared in unison like a boiling sea, formed a sharp formation, and followed closely behind the general.

The horses' hooves thundered like rolling thunder, the sharp sabers were raised high above their heads, and the swallow-tailed flags fluttered at the tips of the spears.

Several groups of knights who tried to block the charge were instantly overwhelmed. Their shining silver armor was like a few splashes in the red torrent, disappearing in an instant.

The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were heartbroken, threw away their weapons and fled.

The hussars were like prophets who parted the Red Sea, clearing away all enemies that stood between them and the false emperor.

Shells, bullets, and arrows were thrown at them, but the hussars refused to give way. Their goal was only one, and that was the head of Richard IV.

The Royal Guards were the last barrier. They leveled their halberds, pressed the heels of their boots against the tail, and pointed the halberd points straight toward the horse.

The hussars in the forefront and the halberdiers who refused to retreat almost died together.

But it was the halberdier's formation that was broken up first, and the roaring rear cavalry cut down everyone who was still standing.

Finally, the general with red feathers could see the gilded helmet of Richard IV.

"The false emperor! Mad Richard! Die!"

The red feathered cavalry warriors raised their sabers high and led the last hussars to charge towards the emperor of the Holy Mu Luo Empire.

The last perspective of his life was tumbling, with all the scenery tumbling in front of him, and he flew up, as if he were a bird.

He now finally understood why the false emperor dared not retreat.

"Damn it, Court Mage, damn it."

He thought so, closed his eyes, and a bunch of flames went out.

The hussars did not see any movement from the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general, including his men and horses, had been turned into several stumps, as if torn apart from the inside by a huge force.

These men from the Plato Plateau did not know [Disintegration Technique]. Seeing the tragic death of someone they loved and loved like a father, they rushed towards the enemy with red eyes and madness.

A masked man raised his hand, and cold light shot out from his hand. One after another, the hussars fell from their horses with bleeding holes in their chests.

The other masked man remained motionless, but the hussars in front of him blushed, their limbs stiffened, and they stopped breathing in an instant.

"Black magic! Witchcraft! Servants of the devil!" the last hussar shouted in panic.

The warrior with a will as strong as steel was also frightened by the scene in front of him. He threw his saber at the false emperor with all his strength.

A masked man hooked his fingers, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory, turning a corner in the air as if being pulled by an invisible hand, and flew into the bushes.

The masked man's hand shot out another cold light, piercing a hole in the head of the last hussar, ending what should have been a successful charge.

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Imperial calendar year 531

Republic of Forthland/Republic of Forthland

Guitucheng/Drenthe/Drenthe

The city gate was slowly opened, and the door shaft, which lacked lubrication, made a harsh friction sound.

This is the first time that the west gate of Guitu City has been opened since Richard IV's army came to the city two years ago.

The soldiers moved out the components prepared in advance and built a simple pontoon bridge to the other side of the trench.

A soldier rode a horse onto the pontoon bridge. He walked through the trenches. He walked through the land that was fully moistened with blood. He walked through the trenches and earthen walls built by the enemy to blockade Drenthe.

He walked through the enemy's military camp and walked into the emperor's palace all the way under the enemy's numb or hateful gaze.

Finally, he sat down at a long table under the glares of Richard IV's ministers.

The emperor himself entered the tent after everyone was seated.

He sat on the main chair, looked at the soldier, and asked casually: "Do you want to surrender now? Ned of Tormes."

"No, Your Majesty. I brought peace to you." Ned Smith replied sincerely.

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Imperial calendar year 532

United Provinces Republic

guitucheng

"It's done! It's done! It's done!" Army Brigadier General Antoine Laurent was jumping and laughing while holding the letter.

He screamed excitedly, slapping his thighs and waving his arms in the air.

He felt that this was not enough, so he pulled out the long sword from the cabinet, slashed randomly around the room, and smashed many bottles and cans.

His wife heard shouting and demolition coming from the study and hurried over to check.

When Antoine Laurent saw his wife pushing open the door, he threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, picked up his lover and turned around the room several times.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Why are you crazy?" His wife turned pale with fright.

Antoine Laurent put down his wife, but did not let go of his hand.

He hugged his lover and kissed her hard on the face: "We are going to have our own magician too!"

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“You should understand history, because everything that happens now can be traced to the past.”

——The first field marshal of the Senas Alliance, Ned Smith

Finally I couldn't help but write it myself...