Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Mountains and rivers alternate between each other, which is either dangerous or dangerous.

Two rapid rivers like silver snakes merged into one, and the earthen city of the Hud people was built on the high ground at the confluence of the two rivers.

When the baggage train arrived at the camp for the first time, the legion sent Major Bello from the intelligence unit to lead the officers to observe the enemy.

Bello led everyone to cautiously stay half a kilometer away from the city wall.

The Tucheng in the distance looks no different from an ordinary walled city, except that it is slightly crude.

The terrain of Tucheng is higher than that of its surroundings, so outsiders have no way of spying on what's going on inside the city. They can only see figures walking around on the walls.

Smoke curled up over the city, as if a fire was being lit to make rice.

Major Bello pointed at the city wall with his riding crop: "Gentlemen, that's the 'Bianli'."

"Bian Li? What's the explanation?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica asked.

"The barbarians all call it this. It is said to mean the intersection of two waters." Bello explained: "In our terms, maybe it should be called Confluence City."

"It's not clear from here." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica raised his whip: "Get closer."

Major Bello hurriedly stopped him: "Squad leader! No!"

"Can't you look closer?"

"The barbarians in the city have artillery!"

"Artillery?" Jessica's eyebrows stood up: "Where did it come from? Can the Hud people make cannons?"

Bello smiled bitterly and said: "The barbarians probably don't have this ability yet. I guess someone smuggled it to them."

"How many Hurd defenders are there in the city?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica gently pulled the reins.

"A lot, I don't know the exact number." Bello sighed and replied: "Within a few hundred miles, all the barbarians who had not fled westward ran into Bianli City."

"How long has the siege lasted?"

"Almost a month and a half."

"More than a month? The Hud people haven't starved to death yet?"

"I'm surprised too." Major Bello spread his hands: "Maybe the barbarians have long been out of food, and the smoke is just confusing us."

Winters was very puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Since the Hud people dare to build a city and hold it, can't they store food for two months?"

Andre, Mason and others pricked up their ears. They had the same question.

Major Bello did not answer directly when he heard this. Instead, he frowned and looked at the second lieutenant, as if asking, "Don't you understand?"

Jessica sneered and waved her hand: "He is from Veneta."

"Oh, so that's it." Bello laughed and his brows suddenly relaxed.

Winters and Andre suddenly became angry, and Lieutenant Mason also looked embarrassed.

Bud spoke before anyone else: "Major, we really don't understand. Please give us some advice."

"The Herds mainly drink milk and supplement their diet with meat." Lieutenant Colonel Jashka said: "They have almost no ability to withstand risks. This is why the Herds went to Plato to plunder when there was a disaster in the past. reason."

Major Bello explained the logic to Winters and others: the Platuan people can live on food storage, but the Hedians cannot.

Different from the impression of barbarians who "eat their hair, drink blood, drink alcohol and eat meat", the Hed people mainly live on milk, supplemented by wild vegetables and wild wheat sown during their nomadic journeys. The poorer Hed herdsmen rarely even eat meat.

Therefore, the Hittites were unable to hold on to the city. If they chose to defend the city, the livestock with nowhere to feed would starve to death faster than people.

Without the livestock, the Hed people might be able to survive for a period of time by eating meat at first. When the livestock carcasses are eaten up, they will have no choice but to eat humans.

Moreover, if they feed on livestock, even if they can persist until the Platuan people retreat, the Hedians will be severely weakened.

This is also the reason why the Platuan people who saw the Hittites building a city and holding on to the expedition were not in a hurry, but took their time to besiege and engage in a war of attrition - no matter how long the supply line of the Platt people was, it would be the Hittites who would hold on first. Can't live.

But now that thousands of Hird raiders have crossed the River Styx, the situation has suddenly reversed.

…

As soon as news of Hurd's army crossing the river reached the siege camp, the leadership of the Palatine army fell into a state of division.

Brigadier General Sackler was surrounded by military officers who supported the withdrawal.

The withdrawal faction believed that the most urgent task was to return to aid Plato. The two standing legions were dispatched in full force. At this moment, Plato had no field troops capable of facing thousands of Hed's cavalry.

The officers were heartbroken at the thought of the brutal Hurd army burning, killing, and looting in Plato.

Brigadier General Sackler's voice was deafening: "Are you going to let the barbarians plunder Plato?! Can more land make up for the losses of Plato? If we don't come back to rescue, the barbarians will break into the castles of the kings! "

The other faction, headed by Major General Arpad, advocated continuing the siege of the city and even launching a storm on Bienli City immediately.

"Withdrawing our troops now will be a failure!" Major General Arpad gritted his teeth: "The barbarians will not be able to hold on anymore! The barbarians stabbed us, and we will stab us back hard! How can we withdraw our troops now? It is too late to withdraw our troops now! Attack the city! If a Hurd barbarian kills one Plato, we will kill ten Hurd barbarians!"

Most senior military officers believed that the siege should continue.

Support for the troop withdrawal mainly comes from officers at major level and below. They have lower ranks but have broader support.

Ever since the messengers sent the bad news, the two factions have been at loggerheads.

General János, who commanded the entire army, was also unable to make a decision.

Until the arrival of the Jashka baggage train, the Platuan people were still in a stalemate with the Hittites across the wall, and the army became increasingly restless.

Winters didn't have much real experience with the collision of sparks among the big shots. He was just a junior lieutenant and was not qualified to participate in the route debate.

However, he got promoted.

…

…

The morning sky is blue.

There is white frost on the ground, and from a distance the wilderness is completely white.

The wilderness has entered deep winter, which is the coldest time of the year.

Therefore, several of the carriages escorted by the Jessica Brigade carried duck-down bedding and woolen coats specially designed for high-ranking officers.

Winters finally understood why those wooden boxes were nailed tightly and had "no private opening" seals on the inside and outside.

There are also "military supplies" such as jam, tobacco, white flour, wine, etc., just like food and gunpowder, they take up precious transportation capacity and are sent all the way from Plato to this wasteland.

Knowing that these were the things he had saved so hard, Winters regretted from the bottom of his heart that he had not let Hurd Barbarian burn all the carriages.

At this moment, in front of Second Lieutenant Montagne, militiamen in various clothes stood in a loose queue, waiting for the new commander to review.

Many of the militiamen were wrapped in fur robes ripped from the bodies of the Hittites, and at first glance they were completely unrecognizable as Platoans.

The weather was so cold that the militiamen, who lacked warm clothing, had to wear whatever they had.

It was a pleasant autumn day when they set out from home. At that time, no one thought that the battle would drag on to this day.

After counting the number of people, the officer said a few words as usual.

Winters looked at the trembling militiamen and said, "Your former centurion, Second Lieutenant Marcello, is my friend."

Mentioning the fallen Marcello, the small playground was silent, and everyone's eyes became even darker.

Some militia teams that were short of members in previous battles were replenished by the Jashka Brigade, and military traders were also forcibly recruited and incorporated into the militia.

Now the Jessica Brigade has not only returned to full strength, but has even been strengthened.

Because the militia lacked officers, Winters was promoted to "two centurions" and commanded two reorganized centurions.

In Winters' view, the problem is still the same: there is no redundancy in the command structure, and no one can replace the centurion once he is killed.

After a moment of silence, Winters spoke again: "Trust me, I will never abandon you."

Looking at each other, the response was mediocre.

"I'm done." Winters knew that empty words were useless: "Besides, we will have soy sauce stewed pork for lunch today."

…

Large areas of forest are rare in the wilderness. There are only scattered small woods and bushes, and most of them are meadows.

The trees near Bianli City were cut down by the Hud people early on.

This resulted in the Palatuan people being so short of firewood that they even had to dig up the roots of trees that the Hittites had chopped down.

The militiamen were given very little heating fuel and had been eating dry bread and drinking cold water since entering the camp.

Even just hearing the word "pork stew" makes many people salivate unconsciously.

It was not until noon that everyone really believed what Centurion Montagne said was true when they saw the gendarmes coming with iron pots.

Smelling the aroma of the stew, some militiamen began to cry silently.

A bowl of hot soup, a piece of pork, and a piece of bread are all that people want on this cold winter day.

After taking his share, Ishi, a militiaman from Ganshui Town, found a nearby shelter from the wind and began to enjoy this precious meal.

He took a small sip of the broth first. The hot soup flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach, making his whole body warm.

It was only then that Ish truly confirmed that he was not dreaming.

He did not drink anymore, but began to carefully break the bread and dip it into the soup.

The fellow countryman next to me felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that the meat is not very fat, otherwise it would be really beautiful."

A strange Wolf Town militiaman in front heard this and turned around with a sneer: "It would be nice to eat some. Do you know how many miles this pig has traveled? Without blood wolves, you can't even eat pig hair. Complain." What?"

"Who is the Blood Wolf?"

"The blood wolf is Mr. Montagne. Let me tell you, at the time of our Wolf Village..." the Wolf Town militiamen were full of talk, embellishing everything they saw and heard.

The Wolf Town militiaman had seen the carcasses of two ferocious beasts. He told the story based on other people's stories mixed with his imagination, as if he had been there when the bloody wolf tore the giant lion alive, which made the fellow villagers of Ish scream in surprise.

"I didn't expect that Chief Montagne would be like this..." Ish's fellow villager couldn't think of a suitable adjective after thinking for a long time. He looked at the Wolf Town militiamen in awe: "Brother, you can serve under Chief Montagne." , it’s also powerful enough.”

"Hi, where are you?" The Wolf Town militiaman's face turned red, not sure whether it was because of the cold or other reasons.

He suddenly approached fellow Ish and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you, don't tell others. I heard that when Monsignor Montagne was on an island over the sea..."

This time, the story went from half-truth to pure hearsay.

Ish sipped the broth and listened quietly.

…

Winters didn't know yet that Feng Ping had been killed. He was serving meat to his militiamen with his own hands. He was filled with pride as he watched everyone feast.

The pigs were obtained from Lieutenant Mason. Mason set out from the pasture with more than 400 pigs, walking, dying and eating along the way.

In the end, less than half of the pigs arrived at the frontline camp alive, but the mission was still exceeded.

It's a pity that these pigs have traveled hundreds of kilometers and developed tendon meat. They are as strong as wild boars and are indeed not very fat.

While Winters' centurions were feasting, another group was deciding their fate.

Brigadier General Szekler could no longer endure the endless arguments and led his men into General János's military tent.

He made up his mind to seek an explanation. Either fight or withdraw, and we must not waste it any longer.

But after breaking into the tent, what Szekler saw was the dying General Janos.

From the meaning of the story, Bloody Montagne's next form should be Wolf-Blooded Montagne, Wolf-blooded Montagne, which is similar to the form of "Wolf Kisser".

But for the sake of smooth communication, it’s more convenient to call him Blood Wolf XD. It's just a nickname anyway.

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