Iron Powder and Spellcaster

At this moment, the straight-line distance between the Red River reinforcements and Bianli City was less than "one sheep", and every arrow tower on the reddish-brown rammed earth city wall could be seen clearly.

[Note: One sheep field refers to the distance between grazing sheep, about 1.2-2.5 kilometers. In the same way, there is also one ox of land and one horse of land, which are the measurement methods of the Hud people]

But even this short stretch of land is like a natural chasm.

Because four thousand-man phalanxes, a camp, and a cold river more than ten meters wide stood in front of them.

The commander "鸱小" galloped into the formation and tightened his reins only when he reached the red horsetail flag symbolizing the general.

The war horses neighed and the men stood up.

The owl jumped off his horse, angrily walked towards the flag, and asked sternly: "[Hudian] little lion! Why don't you move?"

[Note: The following Khedic people speak Khedic and will not be marked separately]

Under the banner, the little lion in the owl's mouth said nothing. He frowned, pursed his lips into a slit, and stared at Bian Li.

The Tucheng on the other side of the river was now shrouded in thick smoke, and the shouts of death, gunfire and explosions were clearly audible.

The Hede people admire the color green and value green horses, green feathers and blue stones. Red, yellow, and blue are the next most popular colors, and white is the lowest.

The feathers of the few Heds next to the banner are all blue, which means that they are at least captains of thousands.

Like the owl, the little lion has only one green feather on its helmet. However, compared with other Qing Lingyu, he looks a bit too young.

There is another leader right next to the little lion. There are three green feathers on his helmet, and they are longer than the feathers of everyone else.

The leader was wearing a full set of armor, revealing only a face with crisscrossed grooves. He looked very old.

The old leader pointed his horsewhip at the waiting Platoans and said to the owl: "The two-legged people formed a hedgehog formation and are waiting for us to attack. Since we know that there is a cliff ahead, only a crazy and stupid cow will jump down." "

The owl flew into a rage, pointed at the tip of the old leader's nose and scolded: "Tie Duo, you are more greedy than a wolf and more cunning than a fox. You just don't want to contribute! From the beginning to the end, we are fighting the war! Your tribe is going to die. Exceeding the blood? You wish the white lion would die so that it could swallow us up in one gulp!"

The commander behind the old leader looked angrily and jumped out to grab the owl's shoulder armor.

Ou Xiao controlled the opponent's forearm with his left hand and knocked the man over with a fierce right hook.

The defeated commander got up and was about to step forward again, but was forced back by the sharp tip of the knife.

The owl held a scimitar in his hand and pointed it at everyone, furious: "The white lion made an agreement with us to lure the enemy out of the camp and then encircle and annihilate them. Now that they are here, you are hesitant and afraid? Is there any better opportunity than this? Can we wait? They entered the stronghold and started fighting again? And you said you didn’t harbor evil intentions?”

The owl roared at the little lion again: "Little lion, the sound of cannons in the city is like thunder. Your blood brother is being attacked. Are you going to betray him too?"

Under the horse tail banner, everyone was silent.

The little lion ignored Owl at all, and looked at the old leader: "Uncle, what Owl said makes sense. I'm afraid Bian Li won't be able to hold on anymore, and he has to eat the poisonous bait. Besides, it's true that the Platoans divided their forces. Good opportunity. Destroy the enemy in front of you, and the Platoans who are besieging the city will be defeated without attacking."

The old leader of the Honghe tribe, "Tie Duo [Qi Ti Ya]" was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

He said coldly to Owl: "If I wanted to annex the White Lion tribe, I would not have followed you here at all."

Owl snorted and sheathed his sword.

"Your anger is like wildfire." The little lion looked at the owl again: "Don't burn your own people, burn the Platos. I have something to ask you to do."

…

There was no movement from the Hedians, and the Platuan people would not take the initiative to attack. The two sides just faced off like this.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert stood astride two horses like a juggler, watching the enemy's movements.

His brigade and another brigade formed a thousand-man phalanx, located at the easternmost end of the overall formation. The two ends are the most dangerous positions, so naturally they must be handed over to the most reliable troops.

In Lieutenant Colonel Robert's opinion, no commander with sound intelligence would forcefully attack the large square formation.

But Szekely gave the enemy general a reason to attack Bianli.

He told the enemy general clearly: My troops are divided into two groups, one to attack Bianli and the other to attack you. If this group is defeated, Bianli will be besieged. If we do not defeat this group, the city will be broken today.

Moreover, including the defenders of Beizhai, Szekely only had 5,000 men at his disposal. The Chihe tribe's army in front of them was huge, and it looked like there were at least 10,000 riders in the formation.

Five thousand against ten thousand, infantry against cavalry.

Although Lieutenant Colonel Robert looked calm as usual, he was still sweating in his heart.

Of course, the Platuan people had no way of knowing the route debates and decision-making processes within Hurd's army.

Robert only saw the enemy start to make moves, the hoofs of horses kicked up dust in the sky, and the cavalry were outflanking them from both sides.

The Plato Central Army also sent orders. The formations of all parties moved slowly, with one formation moving forward and the other formations closing in.

The four square arrays were arranged in a row and transformed into a pin-shaped layout.

The Herd cavalry whined and screamed strangely, charging closer and closer, their momentum was astonishing.

"Musketeers, prepare!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert ordered.

The musketeer Pingte obeyed the order, inserted the iron fork and stabilized the musket.

He knew he only had one chance to shoot smoothly like this, so he aimed carefully.

The Herd cavalry, which was outflanking on both sides, rushed to about a hundred meters away and suddenly turned their horses around. It turned out to be a false shot.

Pingte's hand was very steady. This kind of trick could only scare the recruits, but of course it couldn't fool Pingte or anyone else.

The Platonic phalanx was silent, no one fired accidentally, and the musketeers were all waiting quietly for the order to fire.

Hurd's cavalry retreated a little further away, no longer charging to test, nor dismounting, just staying in the distance.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert licked his lips involuntarily, because he visually determined that the enemy stopped at about two hundred meters, neither far nor near.

Two hundred meters, it only takes twenty seconds for the cavalry to sprint at full strength, and no more than thirty seconds at most.

But this distance is just outside the effective range of the musket.

Someone once said: If a person can be killed by a musket two hundred meters away, it is no different from being killed by a meteor.

The Hurds measured this distance very accurately. If it wasn't a coincidence... it meant that the enemy knew the performance of the Plato musket very well and was well prepared.

While the two wings were outflanking, Akagawa also made other moves.

More than a thousand Hedians dismounted and pushed carts towards the phalanx from the front.

Seeing the Hurd man take out the family heirloom, Lieutenant Colonel Robert also changed his formation.

He clenched his fists and cursed: "Why don't we bring a few artillery pieces? Otherwise, why would we be bullied by the carriages?"

After receiving the order, the musketeer Pingte hurriedly followed his companions to the front of the phalanx to line up.

Hart pushed the cart to about two hundred meters and then stopped.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was surprised to find that many Hurds beside the carriage were carrying muskets.

First he was shocked, then strange. At a certain moment, Robert's hands and feet suddenly became cold.

At the same time, the charge song suddenly sounded, and the soldiers rushed from the Central Army to the west in all directions.

"The general has an order! Attack!" The messenger ran towards Robert's square and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The general has an order! Attack!"

"All of them!" Robert shouted: "Forward, in unison - go!"

Centurions and sergeants repeated the orders one after another.

Pingte carried his musket and hurriedly ran from the side of the phalanx to the front. I just set up the gun and haven't had time to hang the match rope yet.

Hearing the sudden order, he was a little at a loss.

Looking up to the front, Pingte saw the Hud people not far away lifting the curtain on the carriage.

The black hole of the muzzle was exposed.

A flash of red light.

"boom!"

More than twenty iron balls the size of walnuts were sprayed out, scattering like steel hail in the air and sweeping towards the Plato Square.

Pingte barely felt anything, and his consciousness had been annihilated.

The comrades beside him only saw Pingte's body suddenly fall backwards, and his musket fell to the ground.

The brothers in the same room hurriedly helped Pingte up, only to find that he had been hit in the forehead by an iron ball and was already dead.

The four artillery pieces fired one after another, and the musketeers on the outer circle of the phalanx were knocked down one after another.

Range is the last word. If I can hit you, but you can't hit me, then you can only get beaten.

After a round of fire, the Herd gunner reloaded.

There was a commotion among the Plato soldiers. They did not expect that the Hed barbarians had artillery, and they had not been trained to "take a beating without fighting back".

"Forward!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert shouted at the stunned soldiers around him: "Stand forward! Forward!"

The drummer, who was still in a daze, hurriedly beat the snare drum.

Amid the beating of drums, the Palatuan people quickly recovered from their shock and began to move forward.

They couldn't stand and be beaten, they had to capture these four artillery pieces.

But the more important thing than capturing the artillery is maintaining the formation.

The normal pace is 72 steps per minute, and each step is about 60 centimeters. It takes about five minutes to walk to the artillery position 200 meters away - provided that the artillery is not moved.

Seventy-two steps per minute is not slow, but for most of the Plato soldiers at this moment, this speed is like a turtle crawling.

But only by traveling at this speed can the grand phalanx avoid collapse.

The Chihe Division only had four artillery pieces, and one round of shelling could not kill many people.

But the sight of the dead is before our eyes, and the cries of the dying are in our ears. Each round of bombardment is like drawing lots, but if you win the lottery, you will die. No one wants to participate in this death lottery.

The Palatine soldiers' mouths were dry and their pace involuntarily quickened, and chaos began to appear in the phalanx.

From time to time, soldiers walked into other lines, or accidentally fell and disturbed more people.

"Centurions! Sergeants!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert saw this and said anxiously: "Maintain the formation!"

The trumpets sounded, and this was the moment that the Hurds had been waiting for. The cavalry on both wings suddenly started to launch a flash flood-like charge towards the Plato army.

"Stop Song" came from the Chinese Army, and the short melody was repeated by the trumpeter like a reminder.

"Stop! Stop everyone!" Lieutenant Roy, regardless of saving magic power, used amplification to order: "Reform!"

The Platoan phalanx stopped and reorganized on the spot. The musketeers retreated into the square, and the pikemen leveled their rifles.

Taking this opportunity, the Hurd gunner fired a second salvo, and then dragged the artillery farther away.

The Heds armed with muskets quickly approached the Platoon phalanx, and it was obvious what they wanted to do.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert was furious, but his top priority now was to withstand the charge of the Hurd cavalry, and he could only let the Hurds bleed.

The military flag waved, and the Chinese military formation suddenly unfolded.

Lieutenant Centurion [Laszlo the Younger] held the flag high and led the way. One hundred and fifty heavily armored halberdiers shouted and rushed out of the phalanx to attack the four Herd cannons.

This is completely a suicide mission, but the Platuan people must destroy those four cannons, otherwise they will continue to fall into a passive situation of being beaten.

The Hurd musketeers retreated in panic, and then hundreds of Hurd soldiers poured out from behind the carriages to attack the Plato halberdiers.

Those Hurd soldiers wore double layers of armor and were still walking fast. The weapons in his hands are not the iconic scimitar, but hammers, heavy axes and war hammers.

The elites of the two armies collided with each other. Because everyone was wearing heavy armor, it became extremely difficult to kill each other.

The war hammer hit the helmet, and the iron plate was dented. The person in the helmet did not die, and blood poured into the trachea. The soldier coughed up blood and threw himself at the opponent. He grabbed the blade of his halberd and stabbed it into the opponent's mouth until it reached the end.

Few get a clean death, and combat becomes a kind of torture. Almost all of those killed died from internal bleeding caused by multiple blunt force blows.

Regardless of friend or foe, some soldiers' limbs were broken, but they were still alive. The tough men were begging for a break.

Behind, the outflanking flanks of Herd's cavalry were repulsed by the reorganized phalanx.

Dozens of brave Hurd cavalry rushed into the phalanx and were immediately surrounded and killed by the halberdiers and spearmen inside the phalanx.

In the front, the Palatine halberdier and the Hedian warrior were in a deadlock.

"[Hede] Why is the owl so crazy?" The little lion who was watching the battle in the Red River Division punched the flagpole: "[Hede] told him to retreat a long time ago! Still not retreating?"

Others remained silent.

Surprisingly, Tieduo said some fair words for Owl: "[Hidden] On the battlefield, people are neighing and horses are hooting, how can he have eyes to look at you? He retreats, and others think they are defeated. What should you do? Charge forward It can’t be withdrawn, and it can’t be withdrawn.”

Half of the cavalry in the Chihe Division's main formation did not participate in the battle.

"[Hedian] The Platoans are very strong-willed, and you cannot defeat them all at once. You have to wear them down a few more times."

The little lion noticed the front of the artillery position and the battle reached a stalemate. He stretched out his hand to summon a Hong Lingyu and whispered instructions.

A group of heavy armored cavalry broke away from their formation and galloped towards the center of the battlefield.

Little Lieutenant Laszlo saw this group approaching the heavy cavalry, and he suddenly realized that this moment was the last chance to seize the artillery.

"Forward! General Plato!" Lieutenant Laszlo stood up on his stirrups, roared and threw the flag at the cannon: "Have courage! Forward!"

The military flag drew an arc in the air and landed next to the cannon-mounted carriage.

In this era, the Union Standing Corps was one of the few armies with a sense of military honor.

For the standing army, losing the military flag is not only a matter of military law, but also a great shame.

Throwing the military flag is a commander's last resort. It means that the battle has reached the final moment, and everyone must take back the flag with the determination to die.

Little Lieutenant Laszlo charged at the cannon regardless of his life or death. The other halberdiers also rushed towards the military flag with red eyes, regardless of life and death, and actually broke through the formation of Soldier Hed.

Four of the Herd's guns were quickly nailed.

Colonel Laszlo in the square formation was heartbroken. Seeing his son disappearing into the waves like a pebble, his vision went dark and his body fell heavily from the saddle.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

This question is on the minds of all senior officers.

Behind a hillside on the west side of the battlefield, Winters wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Lieutenant Colonel Jessica: "It should be right in front, I heard a sound."

Everyone in the Jessica Brigade and other auxiliary units who could ride a horse—to be precise, who could not fall to death while riding a horse—were included.

Fortunately, the captured horses were well trained by the Hud people.

The long queue of "Dragoons" ended with two eight-pack carts carrying two heavy six-pound long guns, each weighing 450 kilograms.

Lieutenant Mason brought out all four of his "daughters"—four light long guns—in one go.

However, two of the carriages broke their axles halfway, and in the end only the two daughters arrived at the battlefield.

"The main battle means everything. Once the main battle begins, all scattered forces must be concentrated on the main battlefield."

Because of Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's strong initiative, reinforcements arrived on the battlefield beyond everyone's expectation.

Something even more unexpected is happening.

In a huge felt tent in the center of the main city of Bienli, more than a dozen shamans dressed in colorful woven clothes, animal bone masks, and decorated with bones, feathers, stones, and colorful ribbons sat around a bonfire. .

The siege outside is entering a fever pitch, with gunshots, cannons, and explosions deafening.

There was silence inside the felt tent, only the sound of the bonfire could be heard.

A shaman walked in from outside the tent, respectfully holding a still-beating horse's heart.

The leading shaman took the heart, his hands stained red with blood.

Another shaman threw a handful of powder into the flames, and the tent suddenly filled with smoke.

The leading shaman placed the heart on a golden plate, raised his dagger high, and stabbed it hard.

The other shamans seemed to be awakened from their sleep, and they all chanted in low and strange throat voices. The scene was extremely strange and confusing.

At the same time, a secret door in the north wall of Bianli City exploded.

A vigorous green horse rushed out of the smoke first. The knight on the horse was wearing a full set of red armor, which was extremely eye-catching.

Following the red-armored knight, hundreds of Hurd knights filed out of the gap in the city wall and ran straight to the confluence river.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this change.

Seeing the red armor and the green horse, the Hud men on the battlefield were greatly energized, and they shouted in unison enthusiastically: "Yasin! Yasin! Yasin!"

"Is that Barbarian Chief Yasin?" Szekely's pupils suddenly dilated and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

After playing chess in the air for so long, this is the first time Sackler has faced his opponent head-on.

"That's the white lion? Why is it wearing red armor?" Winters on the hillside was confused: "Why did it rush into the river again??"

What does the white lion want to do? Winters figured it out quickly.

Although the river does not freeze in winter, it is still bitingly cold.

But the red-armored knight stepped into the confluence river, holding the horse's neck and swimming directly - still wearing armor.

Due to the viewing angle, most people on the battlefield cannot see what is happening in the river.

Standing on the west hillside, Winters could see clearly:

The river was only a dozen meters wide, but the red-armored knight was swept away by the rapids for at least fifty meters. His head was submerged several times and resurfaced several times, and he narrowly escaped death before reaching the dry shore.

The other Hud people on the battlefield only saw the red-armored green horse disappearing on the other side of the river, and then suddenly the prancing horse appeared on this side of the river bank.

"Yasin! Yasin! Yasin!" Shan's voice became even more fervent, reaching into the sky.

The Hud Jingqi following the white lion also jumped into the river. Some were directly washed away by the undercurrent, while others reached the other side.

Just as the white lion led its fine cavalry towards the battlefield, in the felt tent in the center of Bianli City, the ceremony had entered the most critical part.

The leading shaman beat the lion skin drum and danced a crazy, confusing and uniquely beautiful dance.

One by one the other shamans join in this dance.

Winters felt a cold wind sweep through his body, making him want to wrap up his clothes involuntarily.

He was about to ask others if they felt the same way, when suddenly, a severe phantom pain appeared for no apparent reason.

He obviously did not enter the spell-casting state, but the phantom pain could not be faked.

Winters gritted his teeth, screamed inhumanly, and curled up into a small ball involuntarily.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica beside him was shocked, but he didn't know what to do.

In Lieutenant Colonel Robert's phalanx, Lieutenant Roy also held his head, screaming and falling from the saddle.

Not only Winters and Roy, but all alliance casters within a two-kilometer radius were tortured by the intense phantom pain and were unable to move. Some of the weaker casters even fainted.

In the felt tent in the center of Bienli City, a shaman also fell down while dancing.

Blood oozed out from the corners of the eyes and nose of the leading shaman, but his dance only became more intense and fanatical.

"No! No!" Winters only had this consciousness left: "No! No"

He concentrated all his energy and concentrated his consciousness on one point: "No! Refuse! Stop!"

Everything was like a string being broken, and it was even as if a real "crash" was heard. Winters was instantly freed from the phantom pain, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

The first thing he saw were the concerned and worried faces of the others.

"Are you okay?" Jessica frowned: "What happened?"

Winters felt his cheeks getting cold. He touched the left side of his face. Water?

Is it sweat?

Winters stretched his hands to the sky, and he could keenly feel more cold water droplets falling on his palms.

Thousands of meters high in the sky, in the dense dark clouds, in places where no one can see, countless small droplets that are almost invisible to the naked eye are rapidly precipitating from the air.

The more water vapor is absorbed, the larger the droplets become. Until they were too big to float in the air and fell to the ground one after another.

"Taps!" Winters struggled to get up and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Taps! Get the tarps!"

Others also sensed something unusual. Lieutenant Mason ran towards the artillery and powder barrels, taking off his clothes as he ran.

But for most people on the battlefield, it is already too late.

From a few drops of water to a heavy downpour, it seems like only an instant.

The rainstorm came so fast that no one had time to react.

The match ropes were extinguished, the gunpowder was wetted, the raging fires at the border turned into smoke, and all gunpowder weapons were rendered ineffective.

The six attacking brigades retreated in embarrassment under the torrential rain.

On the battlefield on the north bank of the confluence river, thousands of Herd cavalry were launching an indomitable charge towards the Platonic phalanx.

The white lion with red armor and green horse is at the front.

[Kuolai artificial rainfall! ]

[I mentioned repeatedly that there are dark clouds, but this is actually a foreshadowing!!! Hahahaha! ]

[However, artificial rainfall is not my professional knowledge. My knowledge is limited. Tentatively, it is a method similar to dry ice rainfall]

[It feels like a big step from low magic to medium magic (≧≦)]

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