Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The dim moon hung diagonally in the sky, and the sky was filled with stars.

The Terdun people carried their sheepskin rafts into the water and paddled slowly toward the east bank.

The real late night is not a good time for sneak attacks. Everything is completely silent, and the insignificant sounds during the day will be easily detected.

Therefore, the Telduans chose to attack before dawn.

The water is gurgling, the birds are circling and singing, and the wolves are whimpering in the wilderness. The noisy chopping, hammering, and neighing of men and horses in the Terdun camp continued.

In this way, the sound of oars merges into the background sound of nature, making it almost indistinguishable.

Before I knew it, the sheepskin raft had drifted across the middle of the river, and the east bank of the Bighorn River was peaceful.

Except for a few crows, the Tertuns found no living being disturbed by them.

However, on the top of the river embankment, there are two pairs of eyes watching all this.

"How many rafts are there?" Tamas was lying on the top of the river embankment, squinting his eyes to identify the number: "Can you see clearly?"

"Company commander." Peter [Short] Bunir lay down next to the company commander and timidly replied: "I am blindfolded."

"A blindfolded bird? Eat more offal." Tamas said without thinking: "I couldn't see clearly at night before, but I was cured by eating offal offal from the blood wolf for a while."

While the Telduans were still on the shore, the sentries at the watchtower on the river embankment had already noticed the strange movements of the barbarians on the other side.

The first company stationed on this section of the river bank quickly prepared and dispatched, and is currently hiding behind the river embankment.

In a few words, the raft got closer and closer to the river bank, and the sweat on the forehead of little Peter became more and more.

"Company commander, the barbarian is coming up." Peter's mouth was dry and his palms were cold, and he couldn't help but urge: "You should hurry up and ask the big guy to come up too!"

Tamas no longer stared at the river in front of him, but instead looked upstream and downstream: "Don't worry, wait until they get ashore."

"It will be too late when the barbarians get ashore." Peter was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"What?" Tamas glanced sideways at his subordinates: "You want to command the first company?"

Little Peter suddenly lost his strength.

"We only have two hook guns, and they are used for signaling. If the barbarian doesn't come ashore, can you reach him?"

Peter responded wearily: "Oh."

After teaching his subordinates a lesson, Tamas's attention returned to the enemy. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "Something's wrong, something's wrong, ten rafts?"

"Ten...more or less?"

"Little, too little." Tamas scratched his beard on his temples, puzzled: "Ten rafts also want to occupy the river bank? What tricks are you trying to do?"

"Ask me." Peter, the short man, said in a voice like a mosquito, "I don't know either..."

What happened next was completely beyond Tamas and Peter's expectations - Manzi's sheepskin raft did not reach the shore at all.

About ten meters away from the river bank, the barbarians on the sheepskin raft worked together to lift something and threw it into the river.

"What are you doing?" Peter couldn't see clearly and was worried.

Tamas could see clearly, but he also didn't know why.

Tamas thought hard and suddenly found that the sheepskin raft was no longer drifting along the current. A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared: "It's the anchor! The barbarian is setting the anchor!"

"Anchor?" Peter suddenly realized, and asked doubtfully: "Does the sheepskin raft also have an anchor?"

"Now we have it." Tamas's eyes became serious little by little.

"Then what should we do? Company commander."

"Wait a little longer and see what the barbarian wants to do."

Nine sheepskin rafts were anchored in the river, and one sheepskin raft floated toward the river bank.

Tamas figured out something: the sheepskin raft coming towards the shore should be a sentinel, and the focus obviously fell on the nine sheepskin rafts in the river.

Unable to wait any longer, and seeing that the other party had no intention of going ashore, Tamas decided to take the initiative.

"Bring the horses here." Tamas whispered to Peter: "I will lead the cavalry to charge first. After the barbarians find me, the others will move."

"No!" Peter, the short man, suddenly became anxious: "There are only six people in the cavalry, it's too dangerous! You can't die! You'd better go with everyone else, it's safe."

"No need." Tamas snorted coldly: "The barbarians will not confront us head-on. I will try to catch a prisoner and question them before they escape."

…

After a short arrangement, when the night sky revealed a little dark blue, Tamas led five riders to jump out of the river embankment and charge towards the landing point.

As soon as the drum-like sound of horse hooves sounded, the barbarians on the shore immediately opened the sheepskin raft and fled.

Tamas spurred his horse into the river in pursuit, but once the water reached his knees, his mount refused to go any further.

Seeing Manzi's sheepskin raft paddling into the deep water, Tamas punched him hard on the thigh.

The Teltuns in nine other sheepskin rafts fired their bows and arrows at the riders on the shore.

For a moment, arrows flew toward Tamas and the others with a scream.

The sheepskin raft was not stable, so the Terdun people just sat on their knees and fired arrows. Coupled with the ups and downs of the water surface, no matter how good your shooting skills are, you will not be able to show your best.

But Tamas didn't want to test his luck. He whistled and led his men quickly away from the river bank.

When the large force of the First Company arrived at the river bank, the situation became a bit strange.

The barbarians in the river could not get to the shore, and the company of soldiers on the shore could not get out of the river.

The two sides "battled" across a water surface of more than ten meters wide. On the contrary, the Tiefeng County side with the numerical advantage suffered vaguely.

Because the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment is a "pure team" and the first company is a spear company, so the soldiers only have long spears and short spears in their hands at the moment.

On the other hand, on the Teltown side, although the stability of the shooting platform is very poor, everyone has a bow and arrow.

Peter Bunier rushed to the river bank with a flat-ended pig hunting spear, shouting randomly.

During the charge, Peter's hands and feet were cold and his mind was blank. He just mechanically moved his legs, landed, stepped again, and landed again...

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the cold river with no comrades beside him, while barbarians more than ten meters away were shooting arrows at him.

Without a moment's hesitation, Peter turned and ran.

Escape is almost an instinct for him. He has been bullied, swallowed, and escaped... He has lived this way for twenty-three years of his life.

However, this time he failed to escape because his comrades who were catching up blocked him.

"Sergeant Bunir, I beg you. Please show mercy next time and charge slower." Someone gasped and complained: "I know you are Six Hundred Mu, you are brave, and you are not afraid of death, but you You have to wait for us to catch up with you, right?"

After the commendation ceremony a few days ago, the soldiers gave Sergeant Peter Bunier a new nickname - [Six Hundred Acres] with awe, envy and jealousy.

The new nickname spread like wildfire, not only to other companies, but also to civilians. In just a few days, "Six Hundred Acres" is already known to everyone in Niuti Valley.

Everyone said: "Although Sergeant Bunir is short and languid at ordinary times, he becomes as ferocious as a wild beast when a war breaks out."

"Shut up!" A captain of ten scolded the soldier who spoke in front of him: "Be respectful!"

Another soldier asked Peter in a panic: "I can't make it! What should we do? Sergeant?"

For probably the first time since he could remember, Peter Burnier was asked, "What shall we do?"

Peter wanted to swallow, but there was no saliva. He opened and closed his lips several times, but in the end no sound came out.

The frightened soldier asked again: "What to do? Sergeant?"

In terms of panic and fear, Peter was more distraught than the soldier who asked him "what to do".

The Hud people are accustomed to using sounding arrows. The sounding arrows will scream when they penetrate the air, and they are extremely terrifying when they pass by. Because this sound reminds the listener: the death scythe is just one point away, you will not be so lucky next time.

Peter ran in front, wearing a helmet again. The Telton people saw that he was the leader and shot him with arrows.

The arrows came whistling like hailstones, and Peter wanted to run. He wanted to run back to the river bank, back to the Cow Hoof Valley, back to his little den.

"You have made up your mind?" the soldier asked for the third time.

He was on the verge of tears, and the others looked at Peter eagerly.

Peter's lips trembled as he struggled to pronounce the syllables: "Run."

The captain and the surrounding soldiers immediately raised their arms and called to the others: "Retreat! Retreat!"

Without long-range weapons such as crossbows and muskets, standing on the shore would mean staring and getting beaten, so they should retreat.

However, the company commander Tamas disappeared without a trace, and no one was there to take command. No one dared to retreat without military orders.

When faced with a dilemma, a cry of "retreat" is no less than rain from heaven. The soldiers supported the wounded and followed Sergeant Peter Bunir quickly back to the river embankment.

Seeing the people on the shore retreating, the Teltun people on the sheepskin raft seemed to have won a great victory. They beat their chests, roared and made all kinds of unsightly movements.

When he saw the barbarian taking off his pants and peeing on him, a grumpy captain became furious and cursed.

"What should we do? Sergeant Bunir?" the tenth captain asked Peter with red eyes: "Shall we just watch?"

Peter said nothing, his attention was entirely on an arrow.

It was a trembling arrow, its sharp arrow piercing deeply into a person's flesh and blood. The man trembles with pain, so the arrow trembles with him.

Peter's "soul" trembled like the arrow.

He realized that there were many moments when, as long as he took one more step or one less step, an arrow would pierce his flesh and blood...perhaps many.

"What should I do? Sergeant?" the furious Captain asked.

"Arrow." Peter's consciousness was at a loss: "Take...take it down."

"You mean to give priority to treating the injured?" asked another older captain.

"Yes." Peter repeated numbly: "Treat the injured first."

The older captain raised his hand in salute and organized the stretcher team.

"What to do next?" the ten-capion asked angrily: "The barbarian just doesn't care?"

No one had ever asked Peter “What to do?” But today the question came up again and again.

'what to do? what to do? what to do? Why are you asking me what to do? How do I know what to do? ’ Peter Burnier was dizzy, and he suddenly thought: “Who do I usually ask ‘what to do’?”

"By the way...company commander!" Peter seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and hurriedly asked everyone: "Where is the company commander?"

"The company commander seems to have been hit by an arrow!" Someone replied: "I saw the cavalry running north."

"You are the oldest now," the other replied.

"Now you are the biggest." When hearing these words, Peter Bunier felt as if he was struck by thunder.

Little Peter is timid and cowardly, and because he admits that he is a coward, he feels cowardly and cowardly.

Peter raised his head, and nearly a hundred eyes came to him - all of them were looking at him.

A pair of eyes looked straight at him, unable to hide or hide.

Just for a moment, Peter was trembling from his knees to his chest. It was a real tremor rather than a mental tremor.

He lowered his head deeply, not daring to raise his eyes to look at the crowd.

"Wait...wait for the company commander." Peter stared at the tips of his shoes and tugged at the corners of his clothes. Something invisible almost crushed him: "Wait for the company commander to come back..."

"What did you say? Can you speak louder?" someone asked tentatively. Sergeant Bunir spoke so quietly that no one could hear what the sergeant was saying.

Peter was used to obeying, and "Can you speak louder" was like a command. He subconsciously raised his voice and repeated: "Wait until the company commander comes back!"

"Yes." The ten captains and soldiers of the first company replied in unison.

Peter was startled.

For everyone, waiting for company commander Tamas to come back is the safest way.

"Then we just watch?" The irritable tenth captain pointed to the river and asked angrily: "You have 600 acres! Are you going to let the barbarians humiliate us in vain? Humiliate you?"

The first company has retreated to a place where bows and arrows are difficult to hit. It seems that the Telduans do not intend to waste arrows.

Some of the Terdun people put away their bows and arrows, as if they were busy with something; other Terdun people were on guard with their bows, provoking the Tiefeng County people on the river embankment from time to time, and their actions were very vulgar.

"If you are angry, we won't be angry? Isn't the problem that there is no one?" Another round-faced captain couldn't hold himself back and lectured the former: "Otherwise we run to the shore like stupid donkeys and serve as targets for others? If you ask me, it’s better to send people back to Oxhoof Valley quickly and ask the Lord Tribune for support.”

"There are only a few dozen barbarians, and you ask the tribunes for support? If you don't think it's embarrassing, I still think it's fucking embarrassing!"

"At least we need to ask for a few guns!" the round-faced captain asked Peter, "What do you think? Sergeant."

"Yeah." Peter Bunier nodded subconsciously.

"Okay. Then I'll let someone go... Hey, let's do this." The round-faced captain always felt uneasy, so he simply waved his hand: "Sergeant, if you agree, I will go in person."

"Yeah." Peter nodded.

The round-faced tenth captain raised his hand in salute and hurried away in the direction of the watchtower - probably to borrow a horse.

"Even if we can get muskets, we won't be able to use them." Another gray-eyed ten-captain said with a smile: "Can you use muskets?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Those in the regiment who knew how to use muskets were organized into a company of musketeers. Even so, the Montagne tribune could not gather enough musketeers for a company, and they added some more intelligent people to barely make up the number.

"Actually, there's no need for a musket." The gray-eyed tenth captain weighed the spear and joked: "Just throw this thing over. It will kill the barbarian and save some energy when we return to camp."

"Yeah." Peter nodded.

The grey-eyed ten-capion was startled and waved his hand quickly: "If you lose your weapon, you will be whipped. It's just a joke."

"Yeah." Peter nodded mechanically.

The gray-eyed captain rolled his eyes, and there was a hint of slyness in his smile: "It's better to keep the spear."

…

The Teltuns on the raft spotted the Two-Legged Man on the embankment approaching the river bank again.

The leader, Hong Lingyu, hurriedly called on his disciples to be alert.

Except for a few people who were busy with more important things, the rest of the Terdun people all held bows and arrows, waiting for orders.

The sky had dimly lighted up, and Hong Lingyu took out a red-feathered arrow and shot it at an appropriate angle.

The arrow drew an arc and was inserted on the river beach, with its red feathers exposed.

The two-legged men did not run or charge this time, but formed a loose formation and slowly approached the river bank.

The weirdest thing is... none of them have weapons.

‘Is it possible that you are here to negotiate? ’ Hong Lingyu was puzzled: ‘Are you here to surrender? ’

No matter what the other party was here for, the moment the two-legged man stepped over Hong Ling Yu, Hong Ling Yu shouted loudly, drew his bow and fired an arrow.

The other Terdun people moved with the red feathers, and the "Zheng, Zheng" bow strings vibrated together, and sparse arrow feathers flew towards the loose formation of the two-legged people.

The bows and arrows were like starting guns, and the two-legged people also threw off their legs and started running wildly.

A short two-legged man wearing a mane helmet rushed to the front.

Hong Lingyu recognized this person and hurriedly called his men to shoot him. This person was the leader in the last charge, and he was obviously the leader of the Two-Legged Men.

However, the short two-legged man ran like a crazy horse. Before he could fire the third round of arrows, he had already rushed to the water's edge.

The sheepskin raft of the Teldu tribe was only ten meters away from the river bank. I saw the short two-legged man struggling to throw his arms and throwing something fiercely towards the sheepskin raft.

That thing was like a gray meteor passing over the water. Hong Lingyu, who was sitting on his knees, couldn't dodge and was hit in the head.

First there was severe pain, and then blood covered his eyes. Hong Lingyu lost his balance and fell into the river.

Other Two-legged people also rushed to the river bank and threw their arms at the sheepskin raft. There were also two-legged people swinging strips of cloth that seemed to be torn from their clothes, whistling in the wind and making hunting noises.

"Stone, it's stone."

Hong Lingyu suddenly realized that this was his last consciousness before sinking to the bottom of the river.

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