Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Thirty-one years ago, a Hart baby boy was born in the tent.

The mother of the baby boy died that night. According to the custom of the Hed people, the baby boy who killed his mother should also be abandoned. The underlying logic of the custom is realistic and cruel. A newborn who has lost his mother cannot be fed.

The baby boy's father was fighting outside with Queye Khan. His grandmother took pity on him and took him back to the tent and placed him in the steaming sawdust.

In the first three days, another pregnant woman was invited to breastfeed with two rolls of cowhide, and then a cotton cloth dipped in mare's milk was fed to him.

After two months, when it was determined that the dark-skinned child could survive, his grandfather took him to the shaman.

The shaman named the child Koshhaqi - a child raised on mare's milk.

…

Thirty-one years later, Koshhaqi, who stayed on the hill, was surprised to find that the group of Platoans on the opposite hillside were not led away, but instead formed a formation and charged towards the bottom of the ditch.

The baby boy who survived eating mare's milk is now Turukota of the Badlands.

The shouts of death and the smell of blood made the horses anxious, and they stamped their feet uneasily.

The young rider with red feathers beside him asked anxiously: "What should we do? Kuoshhaqi? The two-legged people are coming down! Call Mangtai and the others back quickly!"

Kuoshihaqi's eyebrows knitted into a knot: "Mangtai has already rushed over. There are all fat sheep over there. How can he come back? Besides, he never listens to me. I'm not his leader."

"What should we do?"

"What should we do?" Koshhaqi glared: "Hit."

…

The centurions running at full speed still maintained their general formation, which was a result of training.

Although anxious, Winters did not lead them into the battle group, because more than half of his men were crossbowmen and musketeers.

A dozen meters outside the melee area, the Montagne Centurion stopped.

"Spearmen! Hollow phalanx! Musketeers and crossbowmen! Double rows!" The second lieutenant's order came from the helmet, sounding loud and angry: "Hit the Huds behind me."

Winters knew very well that his subordinates' shooting skills were poor. They were aiming at the enemy, but they were probably hitting one of their own.

We can only let them fight toward the back of the battlefield, where there are more Hurds.

Amid the captain's scoldings, the spearmen stood in a small square formation only eight people wide, and the archers hurriedly ran to the front row.

"preparation!"

The shooter held his breath.

"Fire!"

The sound of gunshots resounded through the ravine, lead and crossbow bolts flew together. More than a dozen Hurd cavalrymen fell off their horses at the rear of the battlefield, and the movements of both sides in the fight were involuntarily stagnant.

A volley was fired, and the musketeers and crossbowmen began firing freely.

The enemy was also aware of Montagne's centurions, and several Hurd cavalry broke away from the battlefield and rushed towards the militia marksmen who were winding and loading.

Winters drew his springgun from his gun bag and aimed it at the incoming man.

The first shot missed.

The second shot also missed.

The furious Lieutenant Montagne threw his gun on the ground, drew his saber, and rode towards the Hurds.

The leader was a strong and fierce Hed man. He had already noticed the silver-gray horse and the Plato officer on the saddle.

This is a standard cavalry charge, and life and death can be determined in a split second.

The two sides approached each other from the right side, stretching their sabers forward as hard as they could, neither of them giving in.

There were only two horses left in the distance, and they were about to perish together.

At the critical moment, Winters suddenly pulled the reins sharply, and Qiang Yun leaped forward to the right with a clear conscience.

At the same time, Winters deftly switched the saber from his right hand to his left hand.

In the stunned eyes of the Hud people, Winters' saber had already reached the opponent's left shoulder.

This trick was taught to Winters by Gilad Mitchell and is a unique skill of the old Dussac. For a right-handed cavalryman who uses a sword, the left side of the body is the absolute weak defensive side.

After getting rid of the leading Hurds, Winters was surrounded by several other Hurd cavalry regiments.

There were many Hurd Barbarians, but the second lieutenant wore three-quarter armor. Several people on horseback were fighting each other with swords and swords. The weapons struck each other and sparks flew everywhere.

The musketeers and crossbowmen threw rat weapons and did not dare to fire. The spearmen did not dare to disperse their formation without orders.

Winters wanted to take out the iron nails, but only found an iron plate - the pocket containing the iron nails was inside the armor.

Winters, who was outnumbered, was at a disadvantage, and scimitars were swung at him from all directions. The Hurds targeted the backs of thighs and joints where the armor was weak or unarmored, so he could only try his best to parry.

Qiang Yun neighed and bit the neck of Hurd's horse, kicking it hard with its hind hooves.

There was another powerful and heavy chop, and Winters' spine felt like it had been struck hard by a cane. The machete didn't cut through the iron plate, but it still hurt.

But the next moment, his pressure suddenly eased.

The Herd cavalryman in front of him was knocked off his horse by a heavy halberd, and Heinrich stepped on the fallen man's chest. Balion swung his hammer and struck it on the head of the Hurd with all his strength.

The fallen Cavalry Hurd twitched a few times and stopped moving.

Ciel, who was holding a halberd, was shouting and was already fighting with another Herd cavalry.

With the help of three personal guards, Winters quickly dispatched the other Hurds.

"Go back to the Phalanx," Winters gasped. Just a few minutes of fighting left him feeling exhausted.

Two horn blasts, one long and one short, came from the hillside.

More Hurd cavalry broke away from the melee and regrouped. They circled the battlefield and copied towards Montagne's centurions.

The musketeers and crossbowmen hurriedly hid in the phalanx.

"Free fire!" Winters took off his helmet - the iron can made him breathless - and shouted: "Hold the line!"

His phalanx was too small and thin. There was only a row of spearmen around it, and they dispersed as soon as they charged.

It depends on whether the Hud people are afraid of death and dare to open a gap.

Was it the Hurds who were timid first? Or will the Platons collapse first?

"Hold your spear! Hold your position!" Winters tried his best to arouse the courage in the hearts of the militiamen: "Escape is also death! Protect your robes!"

The charge of Hurd's cavalry was like an unstoppable flash flood, approaching in the blink of an eye.

"Lord forgive me." The spearman faced the impact and trembled, closing his eyes.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of rapid gong sounds came from the hillside.

The Hurd cavalry charging towards Montagne's centurions immediately turned around. Not only them, but other Hurds in the valley also broke away from the melee and retreated towards the hillside.

"Win!" Charles shouted excitedly.

The people of Plato raised their arms and cheered.

On the hillside, Hong Lingyu's rider asked angrily: "Why? Why do you want to withdraw?"

"It's better to wait for Haugkota to come over." Koshhaqi put on his helmet: "We can't win alone."

"Who said we can't win?" Hong Lingyu was anxious.

"That's what I said. If you weren't blind, you should be able to see it."

Hong Lingyu was furious: "If we retreat now, won't our sons die in vain? If we persist, maybe the two-legged men will collapse."

"If we continue to fight, we will only defeat all the men in the Badlands, and we won't be able to win." Koshhaqi stared and said: "In this case, it is even more important to withdraw quickly! What? Are you not convinced? "

Hong Lingyu wilted and whispered: "How can I be dissatisfied... What about Mang Tai?"

"Go and call him back."

…

There is a tradition in the Union Army of "using the large to control the small". That is, when two centurions fight together, the centurion with higher military rank and seniority is responsible for the command.

The Hud people also have a similar custom. When two Tulu who belong to the same Haug act together, they will elect Kota, who is more convincing, to lead all the troops.

Catching up with the Platoans were two Hed centurions, Koshhazi and Mangtai.

Traditionally, Koshhaqi was the supreme commander, but Mangtai, who was from the Ula tribe, was not convinced.

Koshhaqi gave Mangtai a simple task: feint to attack the convoy and lure away another group of Platoans on the hillside.

However, the group of two-legged men on the hillside did not follow. Instead, they rushed down the ravine and joined the melee.

"Mangtai! What should we do?" Commander Shuerji asked, "Do you want to go back?"

"What are you going back for?" Mang Tai gritted his teeth and said, "All the two-legged men's soldiers are below, and there is not a single soldier beside the carriage. If they don't follow, we will feign an attack and turn it into a strong attack!"

More than fifty Hurd cavalry crossed the hills and roared toward the unprotected convoy.

However, contrary to the Hed's expectations, the Two-legged people did not panic and run away.

The unarmed civilians and traders ran towards several four-wheeled carts, as if they wanted to use the carts as a fortress to hold on.

During the forced march, Lieutenant Bader temporarily modified six four-wheeled carriages to cope with emergencies.

The cargo in the trunk of the modified cart was emptied so that more people could stand on it;

The wooden planks around the carriage were also heightened and changed into a shape similar to battlements to block arrows.

"What to do?" The Herd cavalryman next to Mangtai panicked.

"What are you afraid of? You're a worthless thing." Mangtai couldn't help but cursed: "The two-legged guy didn't form a formation to hold on, how can a few carriages scare you?"

The number of modified carts was small, and there was not enough time to adjust their positions, so they were not connected end to end in a circle.

The positions of the six carts were shaped like plum blossoms. The Platoans who were supposed to be in the cart formation instead stood around the carts, wrapping the carts in their bodies, forming a weird "car array."

The Platuan people holding crossbows stood in the carriage, and the Plattuan people with their backs on the carriage had various weapons, including everything.

The weirdest thing is the carriage in the middle: an old man with a white beard is standing on the carriage, holding up a gold-embroidered prayer flag and shouting.

There was a language barrier, and the Hedians couldn't understand what the old man was shouting.

"Look! The two-legged guys there are all armed with fire guns!" Mang Tai found a weak link, pointed a machete at a cart and said, "Destroy them, and the remaining two-legged guys will also coax them." And disperse."

The Hed tribes did not have many muskets, but that was due to the trade blockade. Even the Hud people know that the fire portal gun is already a piece of garbage that has been eliminated by the times.

"That's it, follow me!"

The Hurd cavalry circled around the car formation with strange screams, harassed them with bows, arrows and javelins, and put pressure on the Platoans.

Suddenly, Mangtai rushed towards the Huomen gunners, and the cavalry followed closely behind the leader.

The rumble of horse hooves crushed the spirit of the fire gate gunner, and a fire gate gunner trembled and ignited the fire door gun tucked under his arm.

There was a gunshot, and other gunners fired immediately, and even the crossbowman couldn't help but pull the trigger.

However, the Hurd Cavalry did not rush over. They only approached about 40 meters before changing direction.

The seemingly murderous charge was just a feint, designed to trick the musketeers into opening fire.

What followed was the killing move. The Hurd Cavalry made a detour and once again attacked the Fire Gate gunner.

"[Herd] Kill them!" Mang Tai rushed to the front with his scimitar raised high, and he roared: "[Herd] The used fire door gun is just scrap metal!"

But the Platoans didn't look panicked, and they showed no signs of fleeing.

"Why aren't they afraid?" A voice roared in Mangtai's mind: "Why aren't they running?"

A few dozen meters passed in an instant, and before the collision, the last scene in Mangtai's eyes was the two-legged guys stuffing long dagger-like things into the muzzle of the fire door.

…

The pursuit of the Huds was repulsed.

Before noon, all the troops in the baggage train had entered the riverside camp.

Later that day, three Hurds came to the front of the camp carrying their helmets on spears.

"What does this mean?" Andre was confused.

"The Herds want to negotiate." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica narrowed his eyes and said lukewarmly: "You can talk if you want. Lieutenant Montagne, come with me and listen to what they want to say."

The lieutenant colonel, the second lieutenant, and Bell, who was the translator, rode out of the camp.

The Hud took the lead in dismounting, taking off his weapons and placing them on the ground, as if to indicate harmlessness.

Winters didn't understand the Hed's negotiation rules, so when he saw Lieutenant Colonel Jessica doing it, he did the same.

However, the second lieutenant was still wary and hid two iron nails in his hand.

One of the Huds, who seemed to be the follower, took out a whole bearskin and spread it on the grass between the two parties.

The leader of the Hurds took the lead in sitting on the bear skin and extended his hand to invite Lieutenant Colonel Jessica to take a seat.

The lieutenant colonel snorted coldly and sat down with Da Ma Jin Dao.

Two big men sat together on a bearskin, staring at each other.

Winters stood behind the Lieutenant Colonel, his whole body tense, ready to take action at any time.

When the Hed man opened his mouth, he actually spoke in fluent Continental: "Gentlemen, hand over the baggage you are carrying, and I will allow you to leave with your weapons and flags. Don't make any more unnecessary resistance, General Janos has already Die, you lose."

[Note: Continental is the name of the alliance, also known as lingua franca. Under the empire, it was called imperial language. The languages ​​have the same origin, with only minor differences in dialect and accent. ]

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