Iron Powder and Spellcaster

[Qingqiu, Erlun’s palace tent]

It was cold outside the palace tent and very warm inside the palace tent, but Winters did not dare to stay for a moment longer.

"Why are you here?" Winters wanted to stand up.

Erlun hurriedly supported Winters and answered in a soft voice: "I have always been here."

Winters staggered to get his clothes. He didn't dare to look into Erlun's eyes, because in fact, the white lion had already told him: Erlun was in Qingqiu.

"The hunting suit that I took off was stained with blood." Erlun took the clothes calmly and naturally and helped Winters put them on: "This is a new one. I don't know if it will fit."

Winters could only respond with a soft "hmm" and "hmm".

Dressing in winter can be a pain, especially close-fitting clothing. Because the fabric without body temperature will be as cold as ice and as hard as stone, the process of putting it on the body is like dipping in ice water.

However, Erlun had already heated the clothes in advance, so they were comfortable and warm to wear.

After tightening his belt, Winters moved his hands briefly and felt that some strength had returned. The dizziness and fatigue I felt when I first woke up gradually got used to it, and the wound on my left shoulder no longer hurt so much.

He confirmed that he was ready, so he took a deep breath and turned to look at Erlun: "Eerlun... I need to see the white lion."

Erlun lowered his head: "Brother is not in Qingqiu."

Erlun's words revealed too much. Winters instantly became alert and immediately asked: "Where are the soldiers and horses of the Red River Department?"

"I...I don't know."

I don't know has two meanings. First, Erlun did not know the current location of the Chihe tribe; second, no matter where the Chihe tribe's men and horses were, they were definitely not in Qingqiu.

This is very different from what the little lion said.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, Winters quickly reviewed everything he saw, heard, and knew in his mind:

A spectacular hunt in a show of force;

A large-scale mobilization involving hundreds of tribes, recruiting tens of thousands of young men, and covering the entire territory of the Chihe Tribe;

The far-reaching consequences of the unexpected defeat of the Terton Division;

Small and medium-sized tribes that are wavering on whether to submit to the Chihe tribe;

The mismatch between the unprecedented personal prestige of the White Lion and the severely damaged strength of the Akagawa tribe...

There seem to be countless clues, but Winters vaguely grasps the context-power. In the cruel wasteland, everything is closely related to power.

…

In the Great Wasteland Battle, the Chihe Tribe and the Terdun Tribe suffered the most bleeding.

Therefore, after the war, the Chihe Tribe and the Terdun Tribe had to stay together to occupy the original position of the Terdun Tribe and avoid being swallowed up by the Suzi Tribe and Haidong.

However, the strength of the Teldun tribe was once again damaged - especially the death of the fire roaster - which broke the delicate balance that was already very fragile.

The disastrous defeat in the Blood Mud Battle not only turned the Teldu tribe into a vulnerable target, but also put the Chihe tribe into a crisis of isolation and helplessness.

However, great crises also bring great opportunities, and White Lion is undoubtedly the best leader Winters has ever seen who is adept at taking advantage of crises.

A disastrous defeat caused the Terdun tribe to lose its status as one of the three major tribes. However, the population, pastures, and livestock of the Terdun tribe would not disappear because of a disastrous defeat.

There are more than one ferocious beasts that want to feast on the flesh and blood of the Terdun tribe, and the Chihe tribe is just the weaker one among them. And in the eyes of other beasts, white lions are also one of their prey.

So when the blood mud battle had just settled and other tribes had no time to react, the Chihe Tribe launched this unprecedented scale hunt.

This hunt is not only for hunters to round up sheep and deer, but also to give the beasts that covet the Red River Department an opportunity to hunt the white lions. It is also a trap for the white lions to hunt down all enemies inside and outside the Red River Department.

…

Unspeakable complex emotions surged into Winters' heart. He felt anger, pain, helplessness and frustration at the same time.

Winters looked at Erlun and asked tiredly: "Is this the 'safest place' that the white lion said? Did he regard you as bait?!"

"No, brother is not what you think. He explained it to me carefully." Erlun eagerly wanted to explain: "If the man is not in the old camp, Qingqiu is the safest place. If anything happens, the quiver will protect him." Everyone, leave. I never thought you would be involved. I didn’t know you would come to Qingqiu from the beginning. Originally, I wanted the little lion to bring you the clothes..."

As she spoke, Erlun's eyes filled with tears. She burst into tears and kept repeating: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"I didn't blame you." Seeing Erlun in tears, Winters felt uncomfortable. He couldn't bear any grudge against Erlun.

He wanted to wipe away Erlun's tears, but was unable to reach out. In the end, he could only comfort Erlun softly: "I came to Qingqiu not to be fooled or deceived by anyone, but out of my own will. As for Bai The lion and the lion cub are hiding something from me...that is their business..."

"I'm sorry." Erlun sobbed: "I'm sorry."

"But I didn't come to Qingqiu alone, Erlun." Breathing affected the injury, Winters coughed violently: "My companions are still in danger. I want weapons, armor and horses, and I want to return as soon as possible. Come to them.”

…

[Outside of the hunting ground, temporary fortifications of Tiefeng County Mission]

Most of the attacking cavalry were killed, and only a few escaped with injuries.

In the sky full of dust, old Sergei dragged the body of an incoming cavalry back to the felt wall and spat ferociously with sandy spit: "Look!"

Pierre, who was leading people to change the saddles of the captured horses, was confused: "What's wrong?"

Old Sergei drew his knife and struck the corpse's chest. The scene of blood and flesh splattering did not appear, but the muffled sound of metal collision was heard.

Old Sergei immediately opened the robe on the corpse and saw thin iron plates fixed to the inside of the leather robe.

"They are all wearing dark armor!" Old Sergei pulled off his scarf and spat again: "I told you that even if you were hit by an arrow, you wouldn't see any blood."

"Cloth armor? Plate armor?" Lieutenant Colonel Moritz stretched out his hand and touched it curiously: "Can the Herds make it too?"

Pierre frowned: "As far as I know, it's not possible. During the last battle, the armored soldiers of the Red River Department were still wearing armor made of small iron pieces."

"Don't worry about what the Hurd Barbarians can do in the future!" Old Sergei pointed not far away - the people from the Badlands were happily picking off the body's armor.

Old Sergei gritted his teeth and showed a wolf-like expression: "Look! Only a few of the Badlands barbarians are wearing armor. They are here to hunt, not to fight! Look at the barbarians who sneaked up on us. They are all wearing dark clothes. A! They have been prepared! With such a big investment, no matter who wants to deal with the Chihe tribe, they will definitely not send just this few people!"

The members of the Tiefeng County mission had similar thoughts, but old Sergei was the first to point it out.

The strong wind mixed with the whining sound of sand and dust, and the sound of hoofbeats, screams and the impact of iron tools could be vaguely heard in the wind, as if there was fighting and bloodshed everywhere.

The sense of security that everyone had just gained disappeared in an instant.

"What do you mean?" Pierre asked old Sergey in a deep voice.

"Let's go, let's go now." Old Sergei said firmly: "Two people are riding on one horse, and three people are riding on one horse. We must go back to the camp first, and then find a way to find the tribune. Decide whether to leave or stay. Get more horses, the more the better. If the Chihe tribe cannot hold on, we can only rely on ourselves."

"It's safest to go back to the camp." Pierre thought over and over again and found it difficult to make a decision: "But now the wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and it's hard to tell the direction..."

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz suddenly stretched out his right hand, spread his fingers, and raised it high, as if he was feeling something.

This sudden move attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Due to his status as a lieutenant colonel, it was difficult to ask questions rashly.

Moritz took back his right hand and looked around at everyone: "The wind is getting smaller."

…

[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]

Winters also sensed the change in the wind. He immediately looked at the flag in front of the palace tent. The tail of the horse was lowering little by little.

When the wind and sand were the strongest just now, standing on Qingqiu, it was impossible to tell the direction. All you could see was red dust in the sky.

With limited vision, Winters relied on the orientation of the palace tent to determine the north and south, and roughly determined the location of the Tiefeng County mission.

Erlun did not dissuade him, but asked the guard captain stationed in Qingqiu to send someone to escort Winters.

Before setting off, Winters found the little lion to say goodbye.

The little lion was still in a coma, his face was pale, and he was lying quietly on the soft couch. An old doctor stood by his side. When he saw Batu walking into the sleeping tent, the white-haired doctor nodded slightly and continued to play the rosary.

Winters stayed for a few seconds, said nothing, and turned to leave.

However, the wind speed has changed significantly as soon as it enters and exits.

The sand moves with the wind, the wind weakens, and the gravel settles, leaving only some fine dust floating in the air.

Standing on the top of Qingqiu, the panoramic view of the hunting ground becomes clearer little by little.

Erlun was relieved and timidly asked Winters: "Is it... over?"

"No." Winters replied: "Now is the most dangerous moment."

…

[Outskirts of the hunting ground, unknown location]

The change of wind did not only occur in Qingqiu, but also in Nuo Da's hunting ground. Everyone noticed that the strong wind appeared inexplicably and disappeared inexplicably.

"[Hede] What's going on?!" The leader of the Shiya tribe [Geha] was frightened and frightened, and sternly asked the soldier beside him: "[Hede] Why did the wind stop?"

Dark red viscous liquid dripped from Geha's scabbard, and Geha's spear was also stained with blood.

According to the agreement, the priests in the eastern part of the sea will summon strong winds and flying sand, and the Shiya Department and other officials only need to use the cover of celestial phenomena to create chaos.

But now I see that the wind is getting weaker and weaker.

what to do? what to do?

No matter how much preparation was done in advance, the Shiya tribe only had so many soldiers and horses - a full dozen could not count as a hundred horses. Once the Chihe tribe regains its strength, the Shiya tribe will be crushed in the blink of an eye.

"[Hede language] Why are you panicking?" The soldier looked gloomily and glanced at Geha: "[Hede language] The Chihe tribe is already a bird in a cage and meat on a plate. The children of Haidong and Suzi tribes will soon arrive."

"[Herd] It's coming! It's coming! Why aren't you coming?"

The soldier didn't answer. He stared in the direction of Qingqiu and suddenly punched his thigh hard: "[Hede] What does it matter if you come or not? Once the arrow leaves the string, you can't look back! There is no chance to disperse the tribes. Let's let it go The tribes fled like frightened antelopes, there was only one way left!”

Geha looked in the direction pointed by the soldier. On the hills in the distance, the palace tent of the White Lion shone brightly.

…

[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]

The person who really leads the Chihe tribe's palace guards is not the little lion, let alone Erlun, but Qinglingyu [stag].

As soon as the wind and sand abated, the stag immediately sent out messengers to deliver the news to the tribes around the hunting ground. The soldiers holding the banner of Chihe tribe galloped down Qingqiu, running in all directions at lightning speed.

When Winters was found, the Stag brought with him twelve well-armed quivers.

Facing the notorious champion of Plato, Qingling Feather Stag maintained vigilance and etiquette at the same time: "[Hede said] These disciples will escort Batu back."

After listening to Erlun's translation, Winters waved his hand and went straight to the point: "There is no need to waste troops escorting me. Since the wind and sand have stopped, there is no chance of fishing in troubled waters. Now, the most dangerous place is Qingqiu. You You should consider retreating immediately."

Because of the special courtesy of the White Lion, the Qing Lingyu of the Red River Department had a mixture of awe and jealousy towards the Plato champion.

It is precisely because of this mentality that Winters' straightforward advice made the stag feel humiliated.

The stag suppressed his anger and replied loudly: "[Hede language] The children of the Red River tribe can only advance! There is no retreat! The white lion handed over Qingqiu to me, and I will not let the jackals take away the palace tent of the white lion!"

Normally, Winters might be able to laugh off what the stag said, but at this moment, Winters was also angry.

"Is it better to make progress or not to retreat?" Winters asked with a sneer: "My personal experience is that you have retreated more than once!"

The stag stared at the Plato champion fiercely, as if he was about to draw his sword and strike at him in the next second.

After a brief confrontation, the deer bowed curtly and strode away, leaving the twelve quiver warriors wondering whether to go or stay.

Looking at Erlun's frightened eyes, Winters controlled not to show any emotion and said calmly: "Now...he will not retreat."

…

[On the edge of the hunting ground, the residence of the Tiefeng County Mission]

The rider holding the flag galloped near the people in Tiefeng County, roared a few times, and then ran towards the direction of other tribes.

"What did he say?" Pierre frowned: "Interpretation!"

The interpreter who was changing the saddle heard the sound, quickly squeezed to Pierre's side, and replied quickly: "He seemed to be saying, 'The Red River tribe wants to kill you and me, and the Red River tribe wants to annex other tribes.' He could only hear clearly These two sentences.”

Old Sergey dismissed it: "Isn't it a fucking obvious thing that the barbarians from the Chihe tribe want to eat the barbarians from other tribes? Does he need to say it?!"

For some reason, as soon as the wind and sand stopped, the horses gradually returned to calm.

Pierre no longer hesitated and immediately ordered his horses to be prepared and evacuated.

"You will stand by my side from now on!" Pierre sternly ordered the interpreter: "You will translate for me whatever the Hud people say, and you won't miss a word!"

Three more riders came galloping from the direction of Qingqiu. The leading rider also held a white horse tail flag.

The three riders ran around the felt wall and shouted to summon people when they saw them.

Pierre looked at the interpreter.

"Let us not move." The interpreter tried his best to distinguish human voices from the sound of hooves: "White Lion wants all tribes to stay where they are and not to move without orders..."

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