Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the sound of coldness spreads all day long.

The west wind roared, as if the murderous intention had turned into reality. Iron-like dark clouds pressed toward the earth, and the sky seemed lower and lower.

Terdun's troops set up a formation one mile away, while Plattus watched the battle on the wall. Everyone held their breath, waiting for both sides of the Makgora ceremony to appear.

Only the crows hovering in the sky emitted bursts of ominous and desolate hoarse neighing.

Suddenly, a low sound of trumpets was heard in the distance, and more trumpets echoed from all sides of the fortress.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to announce the end of the world. One-third of the sun, moon and stars were struck, and the sky was darkened.

Twelve stout Hurd drummers threw their arms and smashed their short hammers against the round table-like drum head.

The war drums roared, and a warrior slowly walked out from the main formation of Teldubu.

The warrior was so tall that he looked like a giant from the edge of the world coming to the battlefield.

The other Hurds beside him looked as comical as dwarfs and children.

Some Plato people couldn't help but exclaimed, because what the giant was wearing was not armor.

The Hed warrior wore a complete set of full-body plate armor. The chest armor, leg armor, and arm armor were all made of steel plates. They were really like giants cast from molten iron.

Only the helmet was still in the style of Hurd, with three huge green feathers stuck on it, revealing a pair of eyes.

Such a set of plate armor, not to mention the amount of materials and work required, cannot be purchased as a finished product just for this size.

It must be made to measure, and it is impossible to make crude wrought iron armor.

There was also Ma Bian who brought a war horse for the iron giant. The horse was also not ordinary.

Hede horses are tough and tenacious, but they are short in size and cannot carry giants and plate armor.

The giant's mount is a heavy war horse [Destrier] that can only be seen outside the wasteland. The armor is even higher than Ma Bian's head.

Green grass cannot support such a giant beast. It must eat fine grain, drink beer, and be carefully cared for in a stable with walls.

The iron giant mounted his pitch-black horse, held his spear high, and walked in front of each formation of the Heds one after another.

Everywhere they went, thunderous cheers broke out. The Heds all banged their weapons desperately and shouted in support at the top of their lungs.

Seeing the steel giant riding a big horse, the Platoans felt as if invisible hands were holding their throats, and a sense of suffocation and powerlessness struck them.

Father Carman could not help but murmur to himself on the fort wall:

[I saw horses and their riders, and the riders had breastplates like fire, onyx and brimstone. The horse's head was like a lion's head, and fire, smoke, and brimstone came out of the horse's mouth. Fire, smoke, and brimstone that came out of the mouth killed a third of the people. ]

Mason, who was beside Carman, punched the parapet and cursed angrily: "Barbarians are the most cunning! No wonder we agreed not to use muskets!"

It was agreed in advance that the form of Makgora this time would be a mounted battle, allowing armor, unlimited weapons, and fighting to the death, but the use of crossbows and muskets was not allowed.

As a result, the Hurds actually sent out such an invulnerable iron giant.

The gate of the fortress opened with a bang, eight buglers puffed up their cheeks and played marching music, and the Platt drummers also beat the snare drum.

But in front of the desolate and sad drum horns of the Hud people, the trumpet and snare drum seemed weak.

A silver-gray horse galloped out of the fortress and ran towards the open space between the two armies.

Lieutenant Colonel Jashka agreed with the Makgora ceremony, but at the same time believed that the duel between the two army commanders in front of the battle was unbecoming.

He suggested that both sides select champion warriors and let them fight on behalf of their generals in a one-on-one duel.

Obviously, the iron giant is the champion of Teldun. Those who warm themselves to the fire come prepared, no wonder they agree immediately.

And the champion of Plato can obviously only be Winters "Blood Wolf" Montagne.

The blood wolves came out of the battle, and the Platuan people also banged their weapons and shouted at the top of their lungs to build up their momentum.

However, the sense of oppression brought by the steel giant was too strong, and the momentum of the Platoans was finally overwhelmed.

Mason looked at his apprentice's back worriedly. He knew that Winters was a spell caster, but he also knew that Winters' flying arrow spell was not powerful enough to penetrate the plate armor.

At this moment, he had the urge to stop the ceremony and bring Wen Tesla back.

There was the roar of drums in my ears. Two horses, one black and one silver, were facing each other two hundred meters apart. The Hurd champion held the spear and Winters carried the spear.

Hurd Giant's entire body is wrapped in steel plates.

In order to be flexible, Winters even removed all his arm armor, shoulder armor and skirt armor, and went into battle wearing only a breastplate.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Plato champion dismounted, nailed the hitching post without haste, and tied up the silver-gray horse.

Then, the champion of Plato stood still with a spear in his hand, hooked his fingers at the iron giant, and actually wanted to confront the iron giant with his feet.

The Hurd champion had never suffered such an insult before. The blood surged in his chest and he screamed incessantly.

The drumming stopped suddenly and Makgora officially began.

The steel giant roared loudly, and the spurs of his boots were driven into the horse's ribs on both sides.

The dark, heavy war horse was stimulated, and its hooves hit the ground heavily, carrying the rider to kill the little upright ape standing still in front of him.

On the fortress wall, the hearts of all the Palatuan people were clenched for a moment, and many people even forgot to breathe.

The Hud people also held their breath and tightened their pupils, waiting for the destined to be a tragic collision.

The war horse speeded up like crazy, and the Hurd champion held the long spear under his arm. The power of the war horse and the human beings gathered at the tip of the spear at the same time, pointing directly at the chest of the Plato champion with unstoppable inertia.

With such power, even wearing plate armor cannot save his life.

Winters' hands were sweating, and the one-ton giant was rushing towards him. No one was not afraid,

He estimated the distance, and when the giant iron horse rushed fifty meters, he took a deep breath.

In just one breath, the pitch-black horse approached another dozen meters.

It's now!

Winters stepped into the spell-casting state. He held the spear in his hand and took a short run. All the magic power was poured into the spear without any reservation, and he threw it straight towards the steel giant.

[Aggravated Flying Arrow Technique]!

As soon as the spear was released, Winters rolled to his left.

Throw a gun? Champion Hurd sneered in his heart.

Although the javelin is powerful, its speed is not as fast as the arrow, its trajectory is obvious, and it is not difficult to dodge.

However, this spear throw was extraordinary. It was too fast, and it was not as powerful as a human being could throw it. Champion Hurd didn't even have time to react.

The cold light flashed, and in just a blink of an eye, the spear flew to his eyebrows.

"clang!!!"

The lights went out.

The spear hit the steel giant right in the face. The giant leaned back, raised his hands feebly, and slowly fell from the saddle.

Few people saw this earth-shattering throw clearly, but everyone heard the crisp sound of metal colliding hard.

Winters rolled to the left and narrowly avoided the charging horse.

The horse without its rider did not stop and instinctively fled to the river bank.

Winters climbed up from the ground without hesitation, drew his dagger and pounced on the fallen giant.

Champion Hurd's vitality was so tenacious that the tip of the spear penetrated his helmet more than an inch, yet he was still breathing. He just suffered a severe blow to his head and his consciousness became blurred.

Makgora rituals...until death.

Winters took off the giant's helmet and neck guard, and the opponent's face was blurred with blood.

He didn't want to look at the other person's face, so he clamped the giant's head to his chest with his iron-like left arm.

The Hurd champion instinctively struggled.

Winters gritted his teeth and wiped the giant's neck.

First it was the skin, tissue, the artery and vein on the left side, and the sharp knife easily cut them open. Then there was the throat, which was protected by cartilage, and he had a hard time cutting it.

Blood spattered into Winters' helmet, and the giant's struggle gradually became less intense until it stopped twitching.

Winters gasped and collapsed backwards, leaving a truly horrific wound on the Hurd champion's neck.

But the giant doesn't have to worry about that, he's already dead.

There was dead silence on the battlefield.

Winters suddenly understood what was going on. Neither the enemy nor we could see clearly who was losing and who was winning.

This thing had to be done, Winters got up, stepped on the giant's back, and cut the giant's back neck with a knife in both hands.

Soon, only the spine and a little flesh were left connecting the giant's head and body.

The blood wolf stepped on the giant's body, grabbed the giant's hair with both hands, shouted violently, and tore the head of the Hurd Champion from his torso.

He held the giant's head high, and his roar, amplified by magic, penetrated the clouds and rocks, and resounded throughout the wilderness:

"Enemy general! Has been claimed!"

He was answered with deathly silence at first, and then deafening cheers erupted from the fortress.

The Plato soldiers were shouting, roaring, and banging their weapons like crazy. Amidst the sound of mountains and tsunamis, an extremely excited gunner inserted a red-hot iron drill into the fuse hole.

Every cannon on the fortress roared, and the fanatical musketeers fired into the sky in celebration.

As for the Hed's array, there was total silence.

In the world view of the Hed people, if the head is chopped off, it means that he cannot return to Tengger's arms, and it means eternal and complete death - Winters does not know this.

The victory of the Makgora ceremony has been decided, and continuing to insult the corpse is even more taboo among taboos and an insult among insults - Winters doesn't know this either.

The Hurds were completely enraged, and two irrational Hurd centurions leaped out of the battle, with red eyes and lances in hand, and attacked the Platonic champion in the center of the battlefield, one from the left and the other from the right.

A one-on-one duel was agreed upon - Winters was furious - what was this?

The Hurds did not have martial ethics, and Winters was not polite.

He walked back to Qiang Yun, pulled out the spring wheel gun from the gun bag on the saddle, stood squarely and took aim.

Wait until the two riders break into twenty meters.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two Hurd centurions were shot down one by one.

The war drums played again, and the furious fire-warmers waved their banners. The entire Hud army pressed forward and attacked the city again.

Without waiting for the Hurds to approach, Winters pulled out the hitching post and rode the force back to the fort safely.

The Platoans also beat their drums in preparation for battle.

The dark wind is howling, and another bloody fight is about to take place.

The Palatine soldiers watched with awe and admiration as the rider of the silver-gray horse entered the bridgehead.

Bud and Charles were guarding the entrance to the fortress. When they saw Winters coming back, they hurriedly approached.

Winters dismounted and raised his hand to signal the two of them to stay away: "Don't talk to me, I feel sick right now."

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Winters solemnly handed the head under his arm to Ciel: "This is a warrior. Don't let him feed the fish. Find a good place to bury it."

Charles swallowed and asked cautiously: "Aren't you... going to keep it?"

"Why should I keep this thing?" Winters was confused.

"Oh...okay." Ciel nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, held his head in disgust and ran away quickly.

Bud carefully looked at the blood stains on Winters' body and said helplessly: "We don't need to anger them like this."

"Just to anger them." Winters blinked: "Isn't it agreed upon?"

Bud sighed: "But there is no need to be so irritated."

"Really? I don't think it's enough."

In the war with the Hurd tribes, the most difficult part is never the battle, but how to find the Hurd people to fight.

The Hurd cavalry came and went like the wind in the wasteland, and most of the time they did not fight with the Platuan people at all.

They fought when they could win, ran away if they couldn't, and ran away to continue looking for the weak links of the Platoans.

However, the Platuan people could not catch up and did not dare to pursue them. They could only rely on the cavalry troops to fight pursuit battles with limited results.

Now there is a rare opportunity to kill the living force of the Hed people, how can you let it go?

Sackler was unhappy and angry when he saw the pontoon, for the same reason.

In this battle, there is no point in escaping, you have to kill and injure the Hedians.

If you defend it, you must be strong; if you defend it, you must attack it.

As long as the Teldun tribe firmly believes that the Tianjin people are in this bridgehead, then this small fortress will become a place where they must attack.

Winters took off his helmet, took a deep breath of fresh air, and asked Bud: "Are you ready for what I want?"

"Belion barely made one, but the secret will be revealed if you get too close." Bard also showed a smile: "You also have too many crooked ideas."

On the rampart, Mason held up something that looked like a golden head and showed it to the Hurds outside the city.

Afraid that the Hud people could not see clearly, he also arranged for three people to accompany him holding torches, so that the gold would shine in the firelight.

There were also a few people carrying gold and silver sacrificial utensils snatched back from the Terdun camp with guns, and followed behind.

"[Herdian] Fire-warmers! Look there!" A Herdian captain pointed to the golden head on the wall: "[Herdish] They chopped off the head of our golden man!"

The red-faced fire-warmer's eyes were cracked and his silver teeth were shattered. He chopped off the shaft of the chariot with a knife and shouted hysterically: "[Herd] If you don't capture this city today! Kill all its people! I am not a descendant of Tengger!" Who dares to say retreat! Such a trap!"

The nearby Platoans could clearly see that the golden head held up by Lieutenant Mason was clearly an iron pot, barely beaten into the shape of a golden head.

Only the outer layer was made of gold, which was made by melting the gold sacrificial vessels of the Hittites and pouring it on the surface.

It is true that "the gold and jade are outside, but the rust is inside."

You can bluff people from a distance, but you can tell them when you get closer.

"Okay, okay!" Seeing that the fire was almost done, Mason signaled for everyone to stop working: "Now even if we say that the golden man is not here, they won't believe it."

"My [Aggravated Flying Arrow Technique]! How about it?" Under the fortress wall, Winters grabbed Bard and kept chattering, his expression could not hide his excitement: "This is the first spell developed through calculation and experiment! I think ...I finally understand why General Antoine Laurent wants to implement the standard metric system. Mathematize! Mathematize the invisible and intangible magic! This is the path he really wants to take..."

When fighting the giant lion, the limited power of the steel nails made Winters realize that individual enemies needed more powerful flying arrows to cause effective damage.

After practicing accelerating heavy objects hundreds of times, he gradually discovered that: under the premise that the "level of force" of kinetic energy spells remains unchanged, the later the casting material leaves the casting range, the greater the power - that is, the kinetic energy poured into it. more.

The heavier the casting material, the slower the acceleration, and the later it takes to leave the casting distance.

In other words, the heavier the mass of the casting material, the stronger the flying arrow spell.

After experiments, analysis, and calculations, Winters roughly summarized a formula: W=K·F·S·M^2

K is a constant, and he doesn’t know what it specifically represents. F is the explosive power of magic, S is the casting distance, and M is the weight of the casting material.

This means that regardless of the power of throwing or the limit of spellcasting ability, the power of the flying arrow spell is directly proportional to [magic explosive power] and [casting distance], and increases exponentially with the increase of [quality of casting material].

The spear he threw was not just taken casually. The weight of the spear was exactly the balance point he found between "power" and "accuracy" after practicing many times.

"The conditions here are too simple." Winters swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "There is no way to conduct more sophisticated experiments. Now I just want to go back to Veneta and tell General Serbetti all this."

"You want to go home? I see you are obviously having a great time fighting here!" Bud's eyes were serious: "Have you ever thought... that you don't actually know what you want? Or even who you are?"

Outside the fortress, the Huds had once again rushed to the Juma post.

With the sound of a gong, the musketeers fired a volley of guns, announcing the start of the second round of siege.

[There are pictures in this chapter, please allow me to upload them slowly. If you don’t see them, please refresh later]

[I actually finished writing the second chapter around twelve o'clock! I wrote two chapters today! Human potential is truly endless! ]

[Regarding the jousting before the battle, in my memory, during the Spanish reconquest and the Ottoman conquest of Hungary, there were formal jousting in some sieges. Those outside are waiting to starve to death inside, while those inside are waiting for reinforcements and those outside are starving to death. Everyone sat and fought in silence, which was very boring, so the two armies engaged in a duel. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s definitely not a joke, it really happened]

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