Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Frightened horses rampaged through the camp, destroying the tents like a storm.

Dogs barked, hoofbeats sounded, horses neighed, people screamed, cloth torn... Thousands of voices came together, and Hurd's camp was in chaos.

Several bonfires were lit and quickly extinguished, and the camp returned to darkness.

Wen Tesla ran wildly with the little hunter, and several disheveled Hurds bumped into them.

One of the shirtless Hud men yelled angrily: "[Hud language] What are you running for? Go and catch the horses! Who is your leader?"

Winters couldn't understand what the other person was saying, and he couldn't wait for the little hunter to speak.

"Close your eyes!" He pulled the little hunter behind him, crushed the glass bottle in his hand, and directed a flash spell at several Hurds.

The container shattered, and the active metal powder in the bottle was magically activated as soon as it came into contact with the air, and instantly turned into dazzling white light.

The light was brighter than lightning and more dazzling than the sun. The Hud people covered their eyes and screamed.

The shirtless Hud man fell to the ground, still shouting: "[Hud language] Enemy! It's the enemy! Someone is coming!"

The retinas of the Hurds have even been permanently damaged by the ultra-intense light, but they no longer need to worry about that.

Winters rushed into the midst of the Hurds with his sword, aiming directly at the vital points, leaving the blind Hurds defenseless.

Except for one person who rolled and crawled away into the tent bush, all the others were killed.

"Let's go!" Without the time to chase down the fleeing enemy, Winters led the little hunter and ran out of the camp.

The leather gloves were burned through by the flash spell, and he could smell the distinct smell of burning. The palm of his hand was in excruciating pain, but he didn't know whether it was because it was punctured by the glass or burned by the alchemical substance.

Beside the camp wall surrounded by carriages, Plato's spearmen and halberdiers were fighting with more than twenty Hedians.

There are well-armored Heard sentries. There were also Huds who had just woken up from their sleep and joined the melee with a machete in hand.

An iron tower-like Hurd barbarian wore nothing, and was naked, waving two scimitars and shouting fiercely.

The scimitar was knocked away, and he grabbed another halberd with his backhand, rushing left and right in the crowd with a terrifying momentum.

In this era when the average height of a farmer is just over 1.6 meters, that barbarian is actually two meters tall, with a huge back and waist. I really don’t know what he ate to grow such a figure.

The surrounding Palatine militiamen looked like dwarfs in front of him, and for a while no one could get close to him.

"[Herdish] Come on!" The burly barbarian beat an unfortunate militiaman's brains out with his round halberd, and shouted: "[Herdish] Come on!"

Ishi from Ganshui Town bit his tongue, walked around behind the giant, and saw the right moment to thrust his spear into the opponent's waist.

Under the full sprint, the spear blade was completely submerged into the flesh and blood.

The giant looked back at Ish in disbelief and raised his arm with difficulty.

Seeing that the other party was not dead, Ishi froze on the spot, as if they were about to die together.

Six more militiamen stabbed at the giant from all directions from the west, and together they surrounded and killed the brave barbarian general.

The Heds howled when they saw this scene. They were too few in number and were quickly cleared by the militia.

The Hurd archers who were firing cold arrows against the camp wall also fell down one after another.

After dealing with the archers, Winters jumped onto the carriage, took off his helmet, and raised his scimitar high.

"Uukhai!" The Palatuan people cheered soaring into the sky.

With no more obstacles ahead, everyone cut the ropes, dragged the carriage away, and tore a gap in the wall of the carriage.

Charles ran over and tied a white cloth to Winters' left arm, mixed with militia armor, to distinguish ourselves from the enemy.

Charles saw Winters' hand dripping blood and took out a clean cloth to bandage Winters.

Winters threw Ciel away and shouted, "Flag!"

Gendarme Heinrich handed the flag to the centurion,

"Torch!"

Everyone lit torches one after another.

"attack!"

Winters led two centurions into Hurd's camp and set fire to it. They don't have much tinder on hand, but everything is flammable this season.

The fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind assisted the fire. The fire swept through the camp from west to east.

The Hud people were still trying their best to drive the frightened horses out of the camp, when they suddenly discovered that there was a fire in the west. There were frightening shouts of killing from all over the camp, as if thousands of troops were coming.

The night battle was a melee and chaos, and the defender's command system finally collapsed completely.

One man began to run away, and then all the Heds began to snatch their horses and scramble to escape.

Those who still had sense wanted to regroup, but no one paid attention; those who still had courage tried to fight back, but were surrounded and killed by the enemy.

On the other hand, the Platuan people's communication method is simple and crude: the drums keep beating and the fighting continues; wherever the military flag goes, the soldiers go.

Winters tied a torch to the top of the flagpole and led his men to charge through the camp.

At the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Jessica and Lieutenant Mason led four other centurions to guard outside the camp, intercepting and killing the Herds who fled outside the camp.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica called it a "dog hunting tactic". The Montagne team was like a hound that frightened waterfowl, creating chaos and driving the Herds away from the camp. The real killing move was the four teams ambushing outside.

If all six centurions invade the camp, they will not be able to perform effectively. The other four teams are not as capable, reliable, and as good as Winters' people.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, and the entire camp was enveloped in thick smoke.

Winters stood still and looked around. There were no living Hurds in sight.

As soon as the military flag stopped, the militiamen gradually gathered around.

Heinrich's eyes were red from the smoke, and tears kept flowing out. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that there is no one left! Sir."

Winters tapped the drummer on the shoulder, and the drumming stopped.

"Stop rubbing your eyes and bear it." Winters also kept crying. He threw the military flag to Heinrich and sheathed his sword: "Withdraw!"

After simply identifying the direction, Winters led everyone to withdraw from Camp Hurd.

But not long after, the fire diminished slightly, and he led people into the camp again.

It’s impossible not to come back, everyone is so hungry. Preoccupied with killing the enemy and setting fires, none of the meat, kumiss, or roasted whole lamb promised by the centurion was seen.

Winters directed everyone to put out the fire, feeling a little regretful.

He had just gotten into the fighting mood and wanted to burn the Herd camp three times inside and out. He forgot about everything else and forgot to collect some food and drink.

The Plataeans had to rummage among the embers for food and loot.

"Don't hide anything! Go back and divide it equally! If you hide anything, you'll be hanged!" Winters urged everyone: "Move quickly! Don't wait!"

Once a fire breaks out in the camp, it can be seen from several kilometers away.

The Herd cavalry that had attacked before would definitely come back to rescue them, leaving little time for the Platuan people to clean up the battlefield.

Winters dismantled a wagon from the camp wall and hitched it to the force.

The militiamen threw the trophies into the car. They were all small items such as silver scabbards, weapons, buttons, etc., but nothing too valuable. Everyone was a little disappointed.

Qiang Yun was pulling a cart for the first time in his life. He felt extremely aggrieved and acted petty and refused to move.

Angry, Winters slapped it on the butt.

Qiang Yun began to move forward slowly.

Winters took out two candy bars and gently rubbed the horse's neck.

The horse snorted and complained, stretched out its tongue and licked Winters' palm, looking at its owner eagerly.

Winters shook his head helplessly, took out the last two pieces of candy, and turned the bottom of his pocket to show the horse: "No more!"

Only then would Qiang Yun be willing to lift his legs.

There was the sound of horse hooves approaching from behind, and Angelou rode red mane to Winters. When he saw that Qiang Yun was pulling the cart, his eyes went straight.

"How?" Winters asked the ponyboy.

Angelou nodded.

"Thanks."

Angelou shook his head again.

The two of them asked and answered questions, just like playing riddles.

The most valuable trophies were not the gold and silver jewels, but the thousands of horses. The horses were all frightened away by Winters' "Frighten the Beast", and they had to gather back again.

Dussac was naturally responsible for gathering the horses, and Winters' secret instruction was: Pick three hundred fat horses and hide them.

"The lieutenant colonel informs you to clean the battlefield as soon as possible and meet him." Angelou also brought a formal order.

"okay, I get it."

Angelou saluted, patted his horse and left.

The fire burned out quickly, and the camp was quickly burned down. The smoke has not yet dissipated, and the ground is scorched black wherever you can see it.

Only the dark wooden poles were left of the previously densely packed tents, which were still peeling and burning.

Before dawn, the militiamen were rummaging through the ashes with torches or using the light of the remaining fire to find food and valuables.

From time to time, militiamen would find leftover dried meat, burnt cheese on the outside, etc. Everyone didn't bother to pick and choose, so they just wiped it on their clothes and ate it.

Ciel held a skin bag and ran to Winters happily: "Mare's milk! Sir!"

"Mare's milk?" Winters was also very surprised. He was extremely thirsty and his throat was literally smoking.

But as soon as he pulled out the stopper, he remembered the promises and boasts he made before the war, and was too embarrassed to start.

I let myself go before, but now I have to pay back the debt.

Winters sighed and returned the skin bag to Ciel: "Give it to everyone, let everyone drink a little to moisten their throats."

Ciel looked reluctant.

"Go ahead." Winters swallowed.

The precious mare's milk is passed from hand to hand, each taking a cherished sip before handing it to the next person.

Ish only took a sip, he wanted to take a big gulp. But everyone was just moistening their throats, and he didn't want to look like a jerk in front of his colleagues.

He walked to the embers of the tent and swept them casually with his foot.

Blood Wolf said that there are gold cups, silver bowls, pearls, and gems in this place, but so far everyone has seen nothing.

Although he knew that the blood wolf was probably bragging casually, Ish was still a little disappointed.

Because as long as I can bring home two - no, even half a gold cup. He no longer has to work as a long-term laborer. He can buy a small piece of land and work for himself from then on.

Even though Ish didn't believe in the existence of gold or silver cups at all, he still held the deepest and most sincere hope when he rushed towards the Hurd Camp.

But now Ish no longer had any hope, he just felt a little stupid.

He stretched out his foot and swept back and forth among the ashes a few times perfunctorily. Suddenly, he encountered a hard object.

Ish's heart tightened suddenly.

The embers were still glowing red, and Ish couldn't wait to push them away with his bare hands. The hard thing reflected a unique golden luster under the firelight.

Ish grabbed the hot golden bowl: "Sir! I found the golden cup!"

Winters, Charles, Heinrich... everyone heard Ish's excited shouts. The militiamen ran to Ish and surrounded Ish who was holding the golden bowl and walked to Winters.

"Sir! I found this." Ish carefully showed the golden bowl to the centurion.

Winters originally thought that his men mistook the copper bowl for a gold bowl, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't help but gasped: "This seems... to be really gold!"

Ish was so happy that he almost fainted.

"Ish, this golden bowl has to be handed over to the public." Winters was a little embarrassed: "But I promise that it will be divided equally as promised before. Like you, I will only take one share."

Ish's face turned red and turned pale. He hesitated again and again, and finally gave the golden bowl to Winters.

"I don't dare touch it." Winters smiled bitterly, and he called the military policeman's name: "Char."

"exist."

"Registration."

"yes"

"Heinrich."

"exist."

"You take care of this thing for me."

"yes"

"Let's do this." Winters thought for a moment and looked at the lucky man who found the golden bowl: "Ish, you and Heinrich are responsible for supervising the custody of all the trophies. You nominate two more people to take care of the trophies together."

Soon, several prestigious militiamen were elected.

The spoils of war were placed on the carriage in plain view, and three militiamen and two gendarmes guarded them together, supervising each other.

"Stop watching the excitement! Move quickly! Time is running out!" Winters urged his men to speed up: "Don't hide anything, don't test military law."

The militiamen dispersed in a hurry, and the heavy golden bowl was placed on the carriage.

Everyone was greatly encouraged and their movements sped up a lot.

"I found it too!" shouted another.

This time it was a large gold belt buckle with beautiful patterns engraved on it, which was found on a charred corpse.

Winters unexpectedly discovered that the owner of the belt plate seemed to be the shirtless Hurd who was blinded by flash magic and then killed by him.

Everyone continued to search the center of the camp and found some gold and silver vessels, as well as gold knife handles, scabbards and other decorations.

The further east you go, the more valuables there are.

The Platuan people's eyes were already red, and they wanted to dig up every ashes and the remains of every tent.

"Sir! There is a big tent at the far east end!" Another militiaman came over to report: "It was not burned!"

This camp became more and more interesting, and the second lieutenant became interested: "Take me there quickly!"

At the far east end of the camp, at the foot of the hillside, a large tent stood. It was really a "big" tent, at least ten meters wide, about the same size as a house.

The most interesting thing is that this big tent is located on a giant car and seems to be active.

When he arrived in front of the big tent, Winters understood why his men did not dare to enter: the big camp was burned to scorched earth, and only the big tent and the small area behind it were safe and sound, which was extremely strange.

"Bring me a rope!" Winters didn't dare to step in: "Drag it down for me."

Hooks and locks were hung on the four walls of the tent, and the militiamen worked together to overturn the tent with brute force.

"What is this?!" Winters was stunned.

There was no one in the tent - no, there was someone, there was a golden "person".

A man made of gold stood in the center of the tent, watching everyone silently and calmly.

The golden man is three heads taller than Winters. The golden eyes, nose, and ears are lifelike with only a few strokes, but he has no mouth.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the militiamen were intimidated: "Sir, what should I do?"

"What are you afraid of!" Winters would rather die than believe that this is pure gold: "It must be gilded! Bring me the knife!"

Several layers of gold shavings were scraped off. If Winters was not mistaken, there was also gold inside.

After the fire, the camp was completely silent, and some militiamen were even trembling.

Ish became stammering: "This...this isn't a pagan idol, is it?"

Winters was silent for a long time, then suddenly threw the knife away and laughed loudly: "Pagan idols are great! If it were a Catholic sacrificial vessel, I wouldn't dare to take it! Hahahaha! What the hell are you afraid of? Move it away, move it away! Move them all away! "

The carriage carrying the trophies was instantly overloaded, and militiamen immediately set out to find the carriage. Winters also sent people to Lieutenant Colonel Jessica for help. He needed more horses.

In addition to this golden figure, there were many scattered gold and silver sacrificial vessels in the tent, all of which were packed up by Winters.

If it were before, these things would have been enough to surprise everyone. But now when I compare myself with the golden man, I suddenly feel nothing.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica came over after hearing the news and was also shocked.

It was the first time that Winters saw the one-eyed tough guy showing fear on his face.

Jessica called Winters aside and said hoarsely: "We... I'm afraid we ransacked the Telton Department's house..."

[Note: Turton is one of the three major divisions of Hurd]

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Of course, theoretically speaking, the golden man captured by General Hussar should be made of copper. Moreover, the Hussars general defeated the Huns army, which was different from stealing camps like Winters.

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