Iron Powder and Spellcaster

While Winters was busy moving the Herds, the fighting in the Szekely tribe was heating up.

Hart's army used a few light cavalry to make noise and raised fire to pretend to attack the north wall.

However, they secretly dispatched elite soldiers, without lighting lamps or making a sound, each holding a bow and sword, dismounting and fighting on foot, and went straight to the pontoon bridge behind the camp.

But the barbarians underestimated Sackler's sense of smell.

The brigadier general saw through the reality of the Hurds and quickly adjusted his deployment accordingly.

He first dispatched Robert's battalion to form a formation at the bridgehead, and then concentrated the musketeers in the battalion on the south wall.

The space between Robert's phalanx and the south wall of the camp was completely covered by artillery. Any enemy passing through this place would encounter cross-fire from multiple directions.

The figure of the Hed was illuminated by the fire that Szekely had arranged in advance, and the Platuan musketeers fired rounds of volleys.

This narrow open space more than ten meters wide was littered with lead bullets, turning it into a killing area.

Hurd's armored soldiers charged with volleys of guns. Before they even got close to the pontoon bridge, one of the four stops was already stopped.

When he got into a close fight with Plato's phalanx, he was bled out again by the muskets behind him. They soon couldn't hold on any longer and began to retreat.

The soldiers of Robert's brigade watched the barbarians retreat. Before they could lick their wounds, another group of armored barbarians came towards them with scimitars.

There was no time to breathe. The gunfire, shouting, and fighting continued. This night was destined to be difficult.

The Hedians thought that the three thousand Plato infantry wanted to use the pontoon bridge to retreat, so they selected their elite troops and took turns to attack the pontoon bridge.

But in fact, Sackler had no intention of evacuating to the south bank at all. The pontoon sent by the Jessica Brigade was purely an emergency.

The pontoon even advanced the attack time of the Herds, disrupting Sackler's battle plan.

But the accident has happened, and there is no point in being angry.

General Sackler then took advantage of the situation and used the pontoon bridge as bait to lure the Herds to attack, using muskets to continuously kill and injure the enemy's elite warriors.

After advancing and retreating, the Hud people also realized that something was wrong - the two-legged guy was bleeding with a knife.

The Hurds decisively changed their strategy, and the frontal feint attack turned into a strong attack, and the pressure on the camp defenders increased sharply.

Szekely had to transfer some of his musketeers to other places for support.

After dispersing the strength of the Plato army, the Hedians began to use some messy tactics in an attempt to win by surprise.

The barbarians first brought dozens of war horses to the front of the phalanx, with hay tied to their tails and greased with grease.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was a little confused at first. He didn't realize what the barbarian wanted to do until he saw flames rising from the horse's butt.

The "Fire Horse" screamed and rushed towards the phalanx, and Hurd's swordsmen and archers then covered them up.

The Hedians' ingenious plan surprised the Platoans, but the width of Robert's phalanx was very narrow - less than ten meters, which made it difficult for the fire horse to accurately crash into the phalanx.

Lieutenant Roy jumped out of the square formation and hit the fire horse formation with a sonic blast, and the Plato Musketeers also opened fire.

Although the horse was frightened, it did not foolishly bump into the spear and the fire. With a slight deflection, he paddled past the edge of the phalanx and escaped along the river bank.

Without the cover of the fire horse formation, the Hedians were once again exposed to the Platoans. After several rounds of firing with muskets and hard bows, the Huds, who were obviously at a disadvantage, withdrew in embarrassment again.

The plan of the fire horse to break the phalanx failed, and the Huds who stormed the camp wall also retreated.

Except for the wails of the dying, nothing could be heard on the battlefield for a while.

Robert's brigade had no time to rest, and they immediately started digging trenches around the phalanx.

Taking advantage of the break in the fighting, half the soldiers of the brigade quietly left the camp and went to supplement Robert's brigade.

They carried the gunpowder and lead urgently needed by Robert's group, and also brought Szekely's instructions.

"Sir, the general ordered me to tell you. The barbarian general has obviously lost his composure and is probably about to press the entire army. As long as you can withstand the last round of offensive, you will be the first success tonight." Captain William repeated carefully .

"What first achievement?" Robert sneered repeatedly, stuck the shovel in his hand hard on the ground, and said disdainfully: "The old man likes to fool people with cheap words like this! Let's talk about it if we can survive it!"

Captain William didn't know how to answer the call, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

"Why are you standing there stupidly?" Robert glared at the captain: "The people who lead you, hurry up and dig trenches!"

The Hud people who had been silent for a long time began to shout in unison again to increase their momentum.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert spat and continued digging the trench.

In the darkness, the footsteps of the Hurds could be vaguely heard approaching.

"Fire!" the lieutenant colonel ordered.

Several soldiers ran out to light the fire and ran back to the phalanx as if they were running away.

The fire found the enemy's figure. This time there were more barbarians than the previous waves combined.

However, the equipment was poor, with leather robes, iron helmets, and armor mixed in. They were far less elite than the previous elite soldiers.

It seems that the barbarians are really pressing forward with their entire army, intending to rely on their numbers to kill Robert's brigade.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert set up defenses and waited for the enemy to enter the shooting range. He deeply regretted not taking a few artillery pieces out.

The artillery, equipped with cannonballs, can drive this densely advancing mob into nowhere.

"How nice would it be if I had two cannons now? Even a two-pound cannon. No, one will do." Robert cursed the rigid way in which the artillery was used.

Every time the Hurds took a step forward, they would shout in unison to embolden themselves.

Lieutenant Roy saw the farthest fire being stamped out and ordered loudly: "Muskets, prepare!"

The musketeers walked to the outermost edge of the phalanx, set up their muskets, and pressed their shoulders against the wooden supports.

Immediately afterwards, the second fire was stamped out.

"Open the gunpowder pool!" Roy used magic to amplify his voice.

The musketeers opened the lids of the powder pools one after another.

The fire represents the distance. When the third fire is stamped out, it means that the enemy has entered fifty meters.

All the Palatians held their breath and gritted their teeth, waiting for the battle to begin.

But the musketeers did not wait for the lieutenant's order. What came to their ears was a series of harsh gongs - coming from behind the Hurds.

At the sound of the gong, the menacing Hud turned and ran.

From the lieutenant colonel on down, everyone in Robert's brigade was at a loss as to what the barbarian was doing.

Szekler, who was guarding the camp wall, watched helplessly as the Huds lit torches and receded like a tide, almost vomiting a mouthful of blood.

He had been conserving his strength, deliberately showing weakness to the enemy, and even deliberately allowed the Heds who were feinting to attack several times to rush into the camp wall, just waiting for the barbarians to launch a general attack.

Later, the scout reported: There were red clouds on the northwest horizon, which was suspected to be a fire.

Sackler's mind was as fast as lightning and he made a guess in an instant.

"Jessica!!!"

…

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica sneezed.

Winters, who was riding side by side with the lieutenant colonel, handed over the handkerchief.

Jessica glanced at the ensign with slight surprise, took the handkerchief and wiped her nose.

The lieutenant colonel suddenly frowned and asked, "Why does it smell weird?"

"Really?" Winters took the handkerchief and suddenly remembered what this handkerchief had been used for.

He sniffed a few times without changing his expression and said calmly: "It smells a little weird to me, sweat?"

Next to them, the militiamen were driving to the station, and everyone was delighted.

There are only three things on everyone's mind right now: gold, gold, gold.

The golden man was so heavy that two carriages were nailed together to form one, and eight horses were needed to pull him in order to move.

Uncle Giovanni is a gold and silversmith, and Winters knows the rough algorithm.

Based on the density of gold, he roughly estimated that the gold man weighed at least two tons.

If divided equally among everyone, it would be almost four kilograms. Not to mention two gold cups, if your taste is vulgar enough, you can even have a gold toilet.

The militiamen did not have the concept of four kilograms of gold. When they first heard it, everyone had a neutral reaction. They just thought: Well, it seems to be a lot of money.

So Winters changed the calculation method - 1123 ducats.

1123 gold coins?

Someone fainted on the spot.

"What are you daydreaming about?" the lieutenant colonel shouted at everyone: "Until you move back, you are not considered ours."

The militiamen woke up from a dream and began to load the Jinmen's vehicles with red eyes.

Others saw that the golden man was only greedy, but Lieutenant Colonel Jessica looked frightened.

What worries him is not the gold, but the owners of the Heavenly Sacrifice Golden Man - the Teldun tribe.

Since the Golden Man offering sacrifices to the sky appears here, it means that the Teldun tribe has joined the war.

The scale of the war... is spiraling out of control.

Knowing that the raid might be the main camp of Teltown, Winters' first reaction was to abandon the Jin and retreat immediately.

But gold fascinates people's hearts. Looking at everyone's current appearance, I'm afraid they would rather die than move the golden man away.

The Jessica Brigade is out of control, and the Lieutenant Colonel and Winters are probably the only two sane people.

Eight horses dragged the golden man across the wilderness, and the driver beat the animals with all their might.

From time to time, a horse fell down, foaming at the mouth, but the Platoans ignored it and immediately replaced it with the next horse.

Because a large number of Hede horses were captured, they could be used without restraint.

The car would break down while running, and the Platoans had no time to repair it, so they just brought in a new car.

Carriages and horses are all replaceable parts at this moment.

Even so, the travel speed was still too slow.

The further they went, the more anxious Winters became.

The Terdun tribe will never give up, and pursuers will come at any time.

What's being dragged on the cart is probably not gold, but a curse.

The originally expressionless face of the golden man now looked like a mockery in Winters' eyes.

If you continue to cut off, you will be subject to chaos. Winters had made up his mind, but he didn't know how much weight his authority held.

"No! Stop the car!" Winters called the parking team and ordered everyone: "Unload the golden man."

He thought for a moment and added: "Buried."

…

Before dawn, the Jieska brigade returned safely to Beiqiao Village with the loot.

Regardless of whether they can ride a horse or not, they are all on horseback.

About an hour later, early in the morning.

The sentries in Beiqiao Village were surprised to find that the small bridgehead had been surrounded by Hud people.

A red-faced Hird man with a spear on his helmet demanded negotiation, and he even brought an interpreter.

Winters took the little hunter out of camp.

"[Herder language] Hand over the golden man who sacrifices to the sky, and I will spare your life today." The red-faced Herder man went straight to the point: "[Herder language] An egg will only break into pieces when it hits a stone."

Winters already got the answer he wanted, and he laughed heartily: "Want it? Come and get it yourself."

After that, he rode away and said no more words to the Hud people.

It might be interesting to add some oil paintings as illustrations in this chapter. Although "a donkey's lip is not a horse's mouth", the feeling may be similar. I will find some to try;

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