Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Where is Winters Montagne? This problem also troubled Samkin.

When it was almost daybreak, Samukin, who had been waiting anxiously all night, finally saw the torch waving on the other side, and he immediately sent a boat to pick up the people across the river.

The night battle was a melee, with both sides fighting haphazardly with courage and skill, with no formations at all.

In this case, once the infantry is overwhelmed by the cavalry, only massacre awaits the infantry.

Therefore, Winters ordered that the garrison along the coast would only be allowed to cross the river if they saw a signal.

Winters did not expect to rely on the civilians recruited to fight a tough battle. It was difficult to treat the wounded soldiers, clean the battlefield, and gather the stragglers and separated people.

"We won." Samutin arrived on the West Coast by boat with infinite joy. Not long after, he was dizzy by the bad news about Bart Xialing.

"The centurion is not here." Bart Xialing drove away the others and told Samkin.

"What did you say?" Samujin was shocked.

"Keep your voice down." Bart Xialing's eyes were solemn and his cheeks were tight: "Not many people know about this matter."

"what happened?!"

"I've been to several battlefields on the west coast, but I can't find the centurion." Bart Shilling still maintained his final calm: "But Shire and Heinrich are not here either, so there should be nothing wrong."

"Where is Tamas?" Samkin asked.

"At my place."

"He doesn't know where the centurion is?" Samujin was furious: "What is he doing!?"

"He was injured, quite seriously." Bart Shilling whispered.

Samujin clenched his fists tightly, looked around, and slammed his thigh: "Alas!"

The situation in the West Bank is currently extremely chaotic.

Last night, Winters fought seven battles and captured sixteen battalions in a row. Those he held were defeated and those he defeated were routed.

The leaders of the Terdun tribe couldn't figure out how many enemies there were, and saw the defeated tribesmen escaping one after another. So the idea of ​​preserving their strength took over, and they all took the lead.

In the end, wherever Winters' battle flag went, the Teltun people were invincible.

A large number of riders under Winters also fell behind and were separated. Rather than dying in battle, those who fell from their horses were more injured.

After the sound of fighting dissipated, the situation became even more chaotic.

Some of the defeated Telduuns wandered the battlefield like crows, plundering property and clothing from the dead.

There was also the fleeing leader of Terdun who felt that there was an opportunity and led his men back quietly.

The bodies of the injured and riders in Tiefeng County were scattered all along the coast. Anyone who could go to the river bank on their own and wait for the rescue by the fleet was considered lucky.

A rider broke his leg when he fell from his horse and was unable to move. If the search and rescue team hadn't been searching along the way, they would have been left in despair and waiting to die - more than one injured person was like this.

"A wounded man said that... the centurion was a man who went to chase the barbarian chief's tent." Bart Xialing gritted his teeth: "I think it makes sense. Let's gather those who can still fight and send them to rescue the centurion. Long. What do you think?"

"Company Commander!" A scout came galloping over and stopped right in front of Bart Xialing's nose. The scout dismounted from his saddle and reported out of breath: "Sixty or seventy barbarians are riding along the river beach towards here!"

When Bart Xialing heard this, his eyes widened like an eagle.

Samujin looked at the chaotic scene at this temporary ferry: the wounded being brought back in a steady stream, the father and son lying on the corpses crying, the swords, guns and armor piled up indiscriminately before being sent to the other side...

"The matter of the Terdun people will wait for now!" Bart Xialing looked at Samukin: "How many people do you have who can ride horses?"

"There is no need to respond to the centurion." Samutin made up his mind: "The centurion always said that everyone has his own responsibility, and victory depends on everyone doing their duty. Tribune Montagne has his responsibility, Xia Captain Ling also has the responsibilities of Captain Xia Ling, and I also have mine."

"Don't fucking put the centurion's words on me!" Bart Xialing was furious: "There is really an accident... have you ever thought about what really happened to the centurion... what will be the fate of Tiefeng County?"

"I will hand over to you all the men in my hands who dare to fight." Samujin looked directly into Bart Xialing's eyes: "According to the original plan, you will intercept the barbarians who want to kill the carbine, and leave the battlefield to me to clean up."

Bart Xialing originally wanted to say something, but suddenly he pursed his lips and stared.

Samujin looked back along the other side's line of sight and saw two plumes of thick smoke rising from the southwest, one white and one gray - they were from Lower Tiefeng County.

There have been white beacon smoke and gray beacon smoke rising in Xia Tiefeng County, but the two beacon smoke, one white and one gray, is unprecedented.

Bart Xialing restrained his anger and gradually became calm: "Here he comes."

"Yes." Samujin looked at the two smoke pillars and said, "Here he comes."

…

Lower Tiefeng County, by the Dajiao River.

"Don't pour them all in!" The ponyboy Angelou pushed the bellows with all his strength and yelled: "It will flame out! Burn it little by little!"

Burning oak will emit white smoke, which will turn into gray smoke when mixed with rotten leaves.

The men with panicked faces were busy running around the two huge earthen stoves, eager to pour all the firewood and rotten leaves into the furnaces at one go.

The wood and humus that were not fully burned turned into thick smoke, collected by the two long chimneys, and flew towards the sky.

This stronghold less than a mile away from the river bank was hidden until it was used for the first time today. Further to the north, there are many hidden strongholds with two beacon furnaces.

There will only be two beacon smoke rising in one case - the "crossing of the river" by the Teldun people does not refer to the small-scale shallow crossing of a hundred or ten people, but the main force of the Teldun Khan Court crossing the river in the thousands. .

"Ten Cavalry Commander! It's bad!" A cavalry rushed into the camp: "The Barbarian Qingqiu saw the beacon fire! Come to kill them!"

Angelou dropped the bellows, grabbed the man's collar, and asked angrily: "I asked you to see if the barbarian chief's flag has crossed the river! Has it crossed?"

"Passed! Horsetail flag! At least dozens of shots!"

Angelou let go of his hand and ordered others: "Retreat!"

Angelou rode on Red Mane, and the others mounted their saddled horses and drove away, leaving only an empty camp for the Tertun people.

…

Lower Tiefeng County, Langtun Town, Ronald's secret camp.

Major Ronald is talking to the mysterious Father Saul.

The old Hittite slave "Bald Tail" who calls himself [Brother Saul] can speak Hittite, Common Tongue, Old Tongue, and the Ancient Tongue of the Church, and he understands the customs of Plato, the United Provinces, and even the Empire.

But apart from his holy orders and the name "Saul", the religious order to which he belonged, when and where he was born, who ordained him... the old slave did not mention a word.

Even with the knife held to his neck, he only replied, "The Catholic Church can prove my identity."

The officers did not believe that the old slave in front of them was the so-called "Father Saul" and still supervised the old slave as closely as they treated slaves and captives. The old slave did not feel dissatisfied and accepted the situation.

Soon, the old slave showed his value - a "Platon" who knew the inside story of Teltown better than him, I am afraid that even if he searched the newly cultivated province, he would not be able to find him.

From interrogating prisoners and identifying the enemy's identity, to the temperament of Zhukota and the usual tactics of the Teldu tribe, the old slave Tuwei knew everything.

The information about [the ambush of the Bald Dogs] was proactively provided by the old slave, and the process was just as the old slave said: Although there were two other groups of Telduans near the camp of the Bald Dogs, no one came to rescue the Bald Dogs.

Because "The Bald Dog used to be the bodyguard of the Fire Maker, and relied on the Fire Maker's trust to dominate. The other lords of the Teldu tribe were happy to see the death of the Bald Dog."

The old slave's status in the small army commanded by Ronald increased. People gradually changed their name to "Father Saul" and even began to let him celebrate mass.

"I still don't understand it very well." Father Saul asked Ronald calmly: "Why do you, Mr. Epel and Mr. Adam work hard for a group of farm laborers? Hide in a strong fortress, and the Teltown people will plunder enough. They will naturally leave. Many years ago, the nobles of Plato did this."

"Monk." Ronald was grinding stone arrowheads. He replied without looking up: "There are no nobles in the republic anymore. My father is an ordinary businessman."

"When the Lord created creation, he did not create a separate category of people called nobles." Father Saul held his rosary beads and lowered his eyes like a deep pool: "You were shaped to serve the regime with violence. Not only did you resist foreign enemies, but you also Within the suppression, this behavior is consistent with that of the nobility.”

"Not a citizen?"

"There are slaves below citizens. In this sense, citizens of the free class are also nobles. Their status is lower than some people and higher than others."

"What you said...may make some sense." Ronald put down the arrow and picked up another broken stone arrow: "But it's just as you said. But we are not shaped by emperors, kings and grand dukes, but by the country. So we are not loyal to the crown, but to the country. As for what the country is, is it the political power? Is it the army? Is it the people? I haven’t figured it out... but it is definitely not the Hud..."

Footsteps sounded, and Lieutenant Adam ran over panting.

"Beacon smoke, two streaks." Adam supported his knees and swallowed: "One white and one gray, here they come."

"Yes, it's coming." Ronald sharpened the arrow.

…

Zhongtiefeng County, along the Pangtuo River.

Bud in the refugee camp also saw two rising beacon smoke.

"Get everyone ready," Bard said to Ish: "The Teltuns are coming."

…

Great wilderness.

More than a dozen Terdun quiver warriors were galloping desperately, beating the horses under their crotches all the time.

A quiver turned back in horror, and then shouted in a tearful tone: "[Herd] is still behind, can't run away! Burn it! Burn it!"

His words were mixed with the sound of wind and hooves, sounding like a whimper.

The leader of the quiver yelled: "[Hedian] Burn? How could there be time? Run!"

The quivers had been running away for an unknown length of time, from night to day.

These quiver warriors were all the fire-warming bodyguards, and there were originally seventy of them.

There were only three pursuers. When they first appeared behind them, the quiver warriors divided half of their troops to block them, but failed.

Another half of the men and horses were separated, but the pursuers were still clinging to them.

The quiver warriors did not dare to fight anymore and ran towards the west with their heads down.

"[Herd] Split!" another quiver shouted: "[Herd] split into two wings!"

The leading quiver gritted his teeth and nodded.

…

New Reclamation, Maplestone City, New Reclamation Corps headquarters.

The office of Colonel Chloe, the administrator of the legion, was kicked open. Colonel Bode stormed in angrily. Two burly guards failed to stop the frail one-armed old soldier.

Colonel Bode was too lazy to exchange pleasantries. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted without hesitation: "What's going on? Have you produced any results?!"

Colonel Chloe signaled the two guards to step back, and said with an apologetic smile to Colonel Bode, "I just finished the military intelligence meeting, and I wanted to talk to you."

"explain!"

"Warnie County has become a mess. Twelve messengers can be sent to ask for help a day. The border of Jinghu County is also unstable..."

"Okay? Or not?" Colonel Bode slapped the table and yelled: "In a word, be happy!"

"After the battle in mid-September, most of the conscripted garrison troops were disbanded and are still gathering. The military command department wants to be on the safe side and send troops from Maplestone City and take the north route. First repel the Herds in Warne County, and then advance Suppress Tiefeng County..."

"The garrison troops from Jiang County, Baishan County, and Leiqun County over there?" Colonel Bode frowned tightly: "You can't move, and they can't move either?!"

"We can accept refugees from Tiefeng County if necessary. The tentative battle plan... is to fortify along the Anya River." Colonel Chloe's expression was complicated: "Senior, the situation in Tiefeng County... is already like that. If the Hud people break through the Anya River and enter Baishan County again... then they will really be stabbed in the heart with a knife by the Hud people..."

Colonel Chloe talked a lot, but Colonel Bird said nothing.

In the end, Colonel Chloe stopped talking, and the two sat in silence.

"By the way, aren't you going back to the Kings' Castle?" Colonel Chloe said to Colonel Bode with a forced smile: "The legion has arranged carriages, horses, guards and documents for you. The Kings' Castle is very busy. I welcome you back and say that you will be invited to serve as a permanent member of the new Army Committee and you will be promoted..."

"Hahahaha." Colonel Bode suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter was extremely cheerful and comfortable, which made Colonel Chloe a little confused as to what to do.

"You?" Colonel Chloe asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"In the end..." Colonel Bode laughed and said: "...you are still ambitious but weak, sloppy and talented. You are not as good as Alpad, the guy with an intestine leading to your butthole!"

Colonel Chloe was startled.

"I don't need your carriages, horses, guards, or documents." Colonel Bode stood up and straightened his appearance a little: "Give me three horses and a bag of military rations, and I can go by myself."

after an hour.

The suspension bridge of Maple Stone City slowly lowered, and a one-armed old soldier rode out of the city and walked away.

…

At about the same time, there was also a story happening in the wintering pasture of Terdun, far to the west of Maplestone City.

The Hed people call their overwintering pastures "winter nests", and they usually choose them on the banks of low-lying rivers or in valleys surrounded by mountains.

All in all, go wherever it is better to spend the winter.

The Terdun tribe is one of the three major tribes and naturally occupies one of the best wintering pastures. Therefore, their overwintering pasture is next to the Jinliu River, which is probably the lowest place in the wilderness and the warmest winter.

Although winter came a little late this year, it finally came. At a glance, the overwintering pastures were all yellow, with no trace of green in sight.

There is an inconspicuous hillside in this sea of ​​yellow and green. There are seven felt tents tied up in the lee of the hillside. The tents are surrounded by horse-drawn carriages in a circle.

Seven felt tents, dozens of cattle, a hundred horses, and hundreds of sheep, a "small tribe" in the Hed society is about the same size.

This kind of micro-tribe is usually maintained by blood relations, supports two or three retired warriors, and belongs to a small family of a large tribe. During war, it can draw dozens of subjects and slaves.

Because they were dispersed over the winter, the free people in the tribe did not live here, but were scattered on pastures with a radius of more than ten kilometers.

But at this moment, there were hundreds of horses grazing quietly on the hillside, far more than the size of the herd that a family with seven tents should have.

In the camp, people were slaughtering sheep and burning stones to prepare for eating: putting the fresh lamb meat into the sheepskin bag, pouring a little water and salt, then putting the hot stones in, and finally tying the sheepskin bag tightly.

There were more than twenty corpses lying quietly outside the camp, including men and women.

A man walked down the hillside, cursing.

The wind was blowing hard, and the man's whole body was wrapped tightly, with only his handsome face exposed.

The man pulled open the curtain, and his delicate facial features even looked ferocious because of his excessive excitement: "Damn it, I'm pissing blood! Are we here yet? Are we going further west?"

There was another tall man sitting in the felt tent. The tall man was shaving his beard with a saber and did not answer.

"Why are you so beautiful!" The handsome man said angrily: "Who are you showing it to? Is there anyone watching?"

"Just for today." The tall man put down his saber: "There is no need to go further west."

"Okay!" The handsome man was extremely happy: "Do you know where we are?"

"I don't know." The tall man took off his ill-fitting robe and carefully took out a hussar uniform from the saddle bag. He carefully removed the dust and smoothed out the wrinkles: "It doesn't matter where it comes from."

When Lieutenant Andrea Cellini stepped out of the felt tent, he had already put on full hussar uniform.

The melody of the rallying call echoed down the hillside, and the cavalry assembled and lined up from all over the camp.

Later, nearly a hundred cavalrymen rode away, and fire rose from the bottom of the hillside.

…

It wasn't until the battlefield on the west bank was cleaned up that Winters took Charles and Heinrich back to the Big Horn River.

A smile finally appeared on Samujin's tense cheeks, and the invisible boulder pressing on his chest suddenly shattered.

Without waiting for Samkin to report the results of the battle, Winters, who was so tired that he was almost crumbling, took out a large ball of bloody stuff like wool from his saddle bag and threw it to Samkin: "Find someone to clean it."

Samujin looked at it several times before he figured out what he was holding. His eyes suddenly widened: "This...how did you snatch this thing away..."

Before Samkin could say anything else, Winters on horseback had already fallen down.

The crowd helped the tribune up with all hands and feet.

"Two beacon fires, one white and one gray." Bart Xialinghui reported: "The main force of the Terdun people has detoured to Tiefeng County, and they are coming."

"good."

Only one word was heard from the military tribune, who was then found unconscious.

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