Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"I don't need to say anything more." Ronald's voice echoed in the quiet forest: "You are here because there is your daughter on that small river beach! Wife! Mother!"

Standing in front of Ronald were hundreds of angry fathers, husbands, and sons. The oldest were forty or fifty years old, while the youngest were only fifteen or sixteen years old.

A small number of them had swords, guns, bows and arrows, and most of them only had sticks that had not even had time to peel off the bark.

But without exception, everyone clenched the weapons in their hands until their knuckles turned white.

“The Heds are like bad thieves.” Brother Saul once asserted: “When they set out, they are full of confidence and eager to satisfy their desires. But once they really grab something good, they will be frightened and will flee at the slightest sign of trouble. When the Teltun people return, that is when the Teltun people are most vulnerable.”

As Brother Saul said, the Teltun chiefs who had made a fortune were almost eager to carry away the captured women, livestock and property.

Ronald watched helplessly as the Tertun people selected the ferry crossing, divided the camps, and gathered the sheepskin rafts...

At the same time, men from Xiatiefeng County who still have the courage to fight are constantly rushing here from secret camps everywhere.

Brother Saul urged Ronald to hold back until half the Tertonites had crossed the river.

But for Ronald, the half-crossing of the Tertun people meant that hundreds of thousands of Platoans were kidnapped.

He couldn't wait for that moment, he was going to attack now.

"As long as you cross that river." Ronald's cheekbones were painted with two stripes of blood: "Your daughters, wives, and mothers will be driven into the wilderness like animals and become slaves of the heathen! Forever, forever , and can never return!”

Covering the face with blood stripes was originally a custom of the Plato clan, which meant that the person who painted the face would bear great shame. However, at this moment, regardless of blood, religion or place of origin, all the men in the forest are painted with blood streaks.

After leaving the Lu Yuan, Ronald worked in civil service all year round, and speaking before the battle was not his strong point.

He took the spear from Adam and ended the mobilization briefly: "Whoever wants to give his wife and daughter to the Hed barbarians, stay here. Whoever wants to kill the Hed barbarians, just come with me!"

…

When the people of Tiefeng County were roaring towards the ferry, sixty kilometers northeast, the pioneers of the Terdun tribe, Dayan Yan, and the uncle of the roaster [Tai Chi] were also attacking Tushechang.

Time and space are both ordinary and magical things.

They are not transferred by human will, but both sides of the war are desperately fighting for them.

Ronald races against time. He must defeat the barbarians at the ferry before enemy reinforcements arrive, otherwise he will be annihilated.

The same is true for Taichi. Every time he delays a bag of cigarettes, the power of the large roundabout of the Terdun Department will weaken one point. He wants to capture Tushechang before the Tiefeng County army can react.

And fighting for time is essentially fighting for space. This is the wonder of war.

After the first two attacks, Taichi had determined that the defenders at Tushechang were not elite - four to five hundred people, no soldiers, and not even a musket.

As more troops arrived one after another, Tai Chi's troops had an overwhelming advantage.

Attacking cities and demolishing strongholds is not the specialty of Hed's tribes, but Taichi has seen a lot and accumulated some experience.

Faced with obstacles such as horses, fences, and trenches, the tribesmen regarded the war horses with extended limbs as not only useless, but also as a drag.

Therefore, Tai Chi concentrated his armored men to dismount and fight on foot, divided the left and right wings to attack the horse-repelling formation, and used strong lunges to cover.

At the same time, Tai Chi selected three hundred cavalry teams to swim through the mountains and forests and cross the river from the upper reaches.

On the one hand, they cut off Tushechang's retreat, and on the other hand, they pretended to attack the towns upstream, involving the troops of Tiefeng County people.

Tai Chi is bound to win the third wave of offensive.

Just as Taichi expected, although the defenders in Tushechang were tenacious, they had too few men and horses and were concerned about one thing and not the other.

Even before the outflanking troops arrived, the two-legged men defending Tu She field were already defeated.

But [Gerrard's Bard] probably wouldn't agree with the term "rout."

The Teltowns were coming with force, so Bader organized his men to retreat in an orderly manner according to the original plan.

The previous wounded had been evacuated before dawn, and Bader personally led most of the militiamen and the new wounded to retreat to the wilderness to the northeast.

The remaining militiamen were led by Angelou, and the rear was discontinued.

After the Teltowns broke into the camp, Angelou set fire to the fortifications and coastal woods, and led his cavalry, carrying militiamen who could not ride horses, along the road toward Little Rock.

At this time, what was Winters, who arrived at the battlefield last night, doing?

He's killing people.

"Ride a spear!" Winters stretched his hand back.

Ciel, who was originally holding a short javelin, immediately took off his lance and handed it to Winters tacitly.

Winters raised his spear and swung it downwards, the swallow-tailed flag on the spear tip buzzing: "Push them into the river!"

His roar echoed through the mountains, forests and rivers.

The trumpeter sounded the melody of the attack, and the snare drums of each infantry company beat accordingly.

The soldiers flat-tipped their spears and marched towards the enemy to the beat of the drums.

The road connecting Tushechang and Xiaoshi Town is a narrow road sandwiched by earth cliffs and Pangtuo River. "Mountains and rivers inside and outside" refers to this kind of terrain.

On this narrow road, which was less than thirty meters at its widest point and less than ten meters at its narrowest point, the three Terdun Hundreds who intended to outflank us met their end.

The battle is like catching a thief in an alley.

Blocking the south was the Fifth Company stationed in Little Rock, and blocking the north was the Sixth Company led by Winters himself.

The Terdun barbarians who were not yet dead were trapped between the river, the earth cliff and the two spear forests, and their space for movement was getting smaller and smaller.

The trapped beasts continued to fight, and the Terton barbarians repeatedly attacked the lines of the fifth and sixth companies, but all ended in failure - Winters' warriors were not shaken by a few Tertun people who dared to die.

The sergeants and captains of ten in the front row were wearing armor, and the Teltun people's bows and arrows could not hurt them.

Some desperate Terdun people rushed towards the Pangtuo River, trying to swim back to the west bank.

The other Terdun people were unwilling to go into the water no matter what. They just swam to the east bank. No one wanted to taste the taste of being immersed in the cold and biting river water again.

Besides, many Telduans had already drowned when they arrived. Swim back now? It would be better to die happily by a sharp blade!

The Terdun barbarians were so distraught that they simply abandoned their horses, climbed up the earth cliff on the east side of the road, and fled into the mountains and forests.

Winters watched the panicked Teltown people jump into the river and climb up the cliff. He turned back and gave the bugler an order: "Charge footwork."

The bugler was in a daze for a moment, then quickly came to his senses, puffed out his cheeks, flushed, and played another melody.

Upon hearing the charge song, the snare drums of each company responded one after another, and the drum beat suddenly accelerated, from eighty to one hundred and twenty beats per minute.

Many soldiers on both the northern and southern fronts became disjointed because they failed to respond in time, causing the fronts to become loose and chaotic.

However, the Telduun barbarians, whose fighting spirit collapsed and only wanted to escape, no longer had the ability to use the fighter plane.

The soldiers who lost their position quickly caught up with the horizontal team, and the battle line became complete and indestructible again.

Winters has nothing to complain about.

There are basically two types of forms of military warfare:

One is a melee of hundreds or ten people, with no formation or order at all. Its momentum is like a violent storm, and the competition is about courage, martial arts and the voice of the commander;

The other is that thousands of troops are deployed in the wilderness. The brave cannot advance alone, and the cowardly cannot retreat alone. It relies on discipline, will and coordination.

Winters had only commanded thousands of troops in battle once, and that was under the city of Bianli.

And at that time he was just a suggester, and there were other people who made decisions and implemented decisions.

Since the establishment of the army in Wolf Town, Winters has not fought in a true "battle", and naturally his troops have not accumulated any experience in large-scale battles.

On the contrary, the company commanders and sergeants under Winters were all veterans of the war - "wild soldiers".

They are proficient in the former combat method: a hundred or ten people, limited battlefield, raid or counter-raid, short time but high intensity.

Just like carrying a barrel with a short board to put out a fire, Winters' temporary consideration was not how to make up for the short board, but how to make better use of the existing barrels to hold more water.

Winters' pockets tightened tighter and tighter, as if some barrier was broken. The desperate Telton people abandoned their horses and climbed towards the low cliff.

Compared with swimming, the chance of survival is always better by escaping into the mountains and forests.

The short cliff was less than three meters high, and a thin Terdun slave had already touched the top of the cliff after just a few steps.

This thin Terdun slave is named [Monkey]. As his name suggests, he is also as agile as a monkey.

The monkey thought he had been saved. He hung on the edge of the cliff, groping for the turf on the top of the cliff, trying to find a place where he could use his strength to climb up.

Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain came from his hand, and then a second one.

The monkey lost the feeling in his right hand in horror. In the severe pain, he could even feel the blood spurting out from his wrist.

The monkey screamed miserably and fell heavily while holding his broken wrist. His right hand was still on the short cliff.

What cut off the monkey's right hand was a small axe, which was not very sharp.

Before that, the ax spent most of its time leaning against an earthen stove, occasionally chopping firewood.

The person holding the ax was a young boy from Plato who was about the same age as the monkey and also thin.

Coincidentally, the boy named "Paul" also has a nickname "Little Monkey", which is what his mother would call him.

The little monkey's mother was kidnapped by the barbarians. His father sent him to the north bank of the Pangtuo River and returned to Xia Tiefeng County to join the militia.

And the little monkey chopped off a barbarian's hand, splitting it twice.

The barbarian howled miserably and fell off the cliff. The little monkey saw that the thin, broken, bloody hand was twitching slightly, as if it was still connected to its owner's wrist.

In addition to the pleasure of revenge, the little monkey only had endless fear in his heart.

He stared and shouted - as if he was the one whose hand was cut off - and struck the severed hand with an axe, hitting it hard several times.

Until he was slapped awake by another older militiaman.

The senior militiaman didn't have time to say anything to the little monkey. After giving the latter a slap, the senior militiaman picked up his mace and hit the barbarian's head on the edge of the cliff.

One after another, the Tertun people fell from the low cliff. Either corpses were pushed down, or living people were beaten down.

Winters' face was expressionless - the militiamen arrived late, but they finally arrived.

If the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment simply lacks experience in large-scale battles, then the temporarily recruited militiamen have no ability to fight head-on.

The militia is only suitable for disrupting and beating down drowned dogs.

While the fifth and sixth companies were fighting on the road, the militiamen were sent by Winters into the mountains and forests to contain the fleeing enemies.

With no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, the will of the still-living Terdun people completely collapsed. They threw away their bows, arrows and spears, and crawled on the river beach, crying and begging.

The Platoans could not understand what the barbarian was saying, but they would not misunderstand what the barbarian wanted to do.

The bugler looked at the tribune of Montagne, and the drummer also looked at the tribune of Montagne. Many people looked at the figure under the military flag intentionally or unintentionally.

But Winters pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word until all the Tertun people were pushed into the Pangtuo River.

Leaving a small group of militiamen to clean the battlefield and monitor the river bank, Winters led the fifth company, sixth company and other militiamen and headed straight to the northernmost end of the [Tushechang-Xiaoshi Town] mountain road without stopping.

There, another brutal battle was taking place.

Seeing the floating corpses floating down from the upper reaches of the Pangtuo River, Taichi knew the fate of the three hundred cavalry teams.

For the Hed tribes, three hundred cavalry teams are more than just three hundred people. The destruction of one hundred cavalry team is almost equivalent to the demise of a family.

Even though Tai Chi was used to this kind of thing, he still felt an indescribable feeling.

But now Taichi had no time to mourn those three kota, because he had hit a wall.

It was a wall that stretched from east to west, solidly blocking his path—and a trench.

"Where did the wall trench come from?!" Taichi was furious, his eyes were red, he grabbed a Qing Lingyu by the lapel, and roared like thunder: "After the ford field, there is an unobstructed Happy Valley! This is what you told me! This You swore it! You saw it with your own eyes!"

"That Yan! When I crossed the river to explore yesterday, here...here..." Qing Lingyu's face turned earth-colored, and she was so anxious that she even cried: "There really is no such city wall here! There really isn't! I swear to God! I swear with broken arrows! If I lie, shoot me to death with random arrows! Thousands of horses will trample me to death! It must be the two-legged people! It must be them, the wall they built overnight!"

The furious Tai Chi raised his big fist and knocked down Qing Lingyu with one punch: "Bullshit! Crazy talk! Could it be that the two-legged man built the wall overnight!"

Qing Lingyu swallowed a mouthful of blood and suddenly realized: "Yes! Yes! Build a wall overnight! It's not a wall, it's a city built overnight! They must have used magic, just like what the singer sang! Monsters! Invite the two-legged people. Kill the monster and build the city overnight!"

Tai Chi could no longer listen to such crazy words and kicked Qing Lingyu hard on the jaw, causing the latter to faint immediately.

However, even if Taichi drew his knife and killed Qing Lingyu on the spot, the wall in front of him still existed.

Qiang watched the farce in silence, his speechless attitude like the most vicious mockery.

Just when Taichi's men and horses hit the wall, sixty kilometers to the southwest, the battle for the ferry also entered its most brutal stage - hand-to-hand combat.

[Sorry, sorry, sorry, redefined "tonight (in a broad sense)\