Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Pierre was in a corner and could not see the whole hunting ground, but Winters standing on the green hill had an unobstructed view.

The sandstorm tends to subside, but the melee outside the hunting ground not only does not end, but becomes more and more crazy.

Many small tribes that had been summoned to participate in the hunt had already left, but soon fled back to the hunting ground, as if something in the smoke was driving them away.

Hart dispatched palace guards to stop the riot, while Winters quickly inspected and assessed Qingqiu's defenses.

All the arrangements of the Chihe Tribe in Qingqiu are for the purpose of demonstrating their power. In order to allow visitors from all directions to view the majestic Golden Tent of the White Lion, the foundation in the center of Qingqiu was artificially raised, and no buildings or fortifications that might block the view were intentionally installed.

Looking at Qingqiu, apart from its own height, there is no geographical advantage at all.

All conclusions lead to Winters' original speculation: from the beginning, Qingqiu was the sweetest bait in the trap.

The children of the Chihe tribe who stayed behind at the hunting ground drew their bows and guns, and galloped down the Qingqiu. Among the hunters from the tribes who were galloping like wild beasts, some were ready to make a move.

The arrow is already on the string, and the bow arm is creaking, just waiting for the furious god to beat the war drum.

"I'll take you away," Winters said to Erlun. Time was running out, and Winters was determined not to refute.

Erlun was pleasantly surprised at first, but soon her eyes dimmed again.

"The white lions are not in Qingqiu, which shows that the victory or defeat lies not in the hunting ground, but outside the hunting ground." Winters explained concisely: "Since the beacon smoke has risen, then Qingqiu leaves a palace tent and a pole. The big one is enough, you don’t need to continue to be the bait.”

"You know what? I want to hear you say this, even in my dreams." Erlun had tears in his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "But not like this."

Winters doesn't care about the Chihe tribe, let alone the White Lion, but he cares about Erlun. He took Erlun's arm and led Erlun to the stable without any explanation.

"I'm sorry...the little lion is still in Qingqiu..." Erlun shed tears and stood stubbornly: "...I can't go with you..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Suddenly there were three consecutive gunshots - it was Qingqiu's gunner giving a warning.

Winters looked towards the direction where the smoke was pointing, and saw only two groups of men and horses colliding head-on.

One party wears iron armor and has feathers swaying on his head, and is obviously a Chihe tribe cavalry; the other party is dressed in ordinary hunter attire, and his identity is unknown.

At the edge of the hunting circle, the Chihe tribe's cavalry stayed within the felt wall. The leader Hong Lingyu [Black Sheep] fired three loud arrows in a row and yelled: "[Hede] If you still respect the white lion, the tribesmen will retreat immediately." Back! Dismount! Take a step into the felt wall! Shoot to death!"

However, the oncoming Hurd rider was frightened. While wailing for help, he panicked and crossed the felt wall.

Hong Lingyu [Black Sheep] of the Chihe tribe was heartbroken and roared an order: "[Hedian] Anyone who enters the hunting circle will be killed without mercy!"

After saying that, Hong Lingyu drew her bow like a full moon, and shot a loud arrow to kill a Hurd hunter who was climbing over the felt wall.

The sound of arrows piercing the air was like a call for massacre. The soldiers of the Chihe tribe no longer had any scruples and waved their scimitars and shot sharp arrows without hesitation.

The escapees who crossed the felt wall fell to death one after another. Those who fled along the felt wall to both sides when the situation was bad were also chased from behind and killed. Only those who fled back to the outside of the felt wall had a chance to escape with their lives.

However, the Hurd Hunter who escaped from the felt wall only lived a little longer.

Soon, another group of cavalry burst out of the smoke, shouting "Red River tribe to fight the rebellion" and slaughtered all the Heds who escaped from the felt wall.

"[Hedian] Chihe tribe is fighting the rebellion?" The real Red Lingyu [Black Sheep] of the Red River tribe was furious: "[Hedian] rotten meat! Rotten meat that smells more fishy than what is taken out of the intestines of a wild boar! They are the ones who Rebellious hungry wolf!"

Black Sheep held his spear and took the lead to attack the enemy leader: "[Hedian] God is above! Kill!"

A group of Chihe tribe's armored cavalry shouted in unison and jumped out of the felt wall following the leader of the hundred cavalrymen.

Sabers against sabers, bows against bows, the two groups of cavalry engaged in bloody hand-to-hand combat.

The Chihe tribe suffered a heavy loss as soon as they met the enemy. Their scimitars and spears stabbed and hacked into the enemy's torso. Only a muffled sound could be heard, but no blood could be seen. The bones and war hammers in the enemy's hands were specifically aimed at the necks and heads of the Chihe tribe soldiers.

Black Sheep immediately sensed something was wrong and shouted at the top of his lungs: "[Herd] The wolf cub has worn dark armor! The wolf cub has worn dark armor!"

There was no need for Hong Lingyu to remind him that the Chihe tribe's armored cavalry, who had suffered a loss and was still alive, had long ago given up their spears, pulled out their bones, and continued to fight the enemy.

Winters, who witnessed this encounter, did not speak, but his tightly knitted brows and tense cheeks already gave a silent evaluation.

Also witnessing this encounter was Qing Lingyu [Stag]. On the Qingqiu, the flags were waving and the cannons were blasting. The Stag was frantically mobilizing more men and horses.

Winters stopped watching the battle. He pulled Erlun and strode towards the little lion's sleeping tent.

Black Sheep's attack was like a command shot. The moment Winters turned around, more than a dozen groups of cavalry jumped out of the felt wall and rushed into the hunting ground.

Each cavalry team was shouting "White Lion Arrow Order" and "Red River Tribe to Fight the Rebellion", which even disturbed the minds of the Yinglin Tribe.

The Yinglin Tribe is the mother tribe of the White Lion and has always been considered the closest ally of the Red River Tribe. The Yinglin Tribe participated in the hunting as a vassal tribe, and as the followers of the Chihe Tribe, they hid among the tribes outside the hunting circle.

There were so many "Red River tribesmen" appearing all of a sudden that even the Yinglin tribe members were stunned.

Which one is true? That one is fake?

"[Hede] Idiot!" [Tie Feng], the leader of the Yinglin Tribe and White Lion's uncle, yelled anxiously: "[Hede] What is true or false?! Anyone who dares to go to Qingqiu will be killed!"

The Yinglin cavalry then shouted and rushed into the hunting circle, running headlong into the running stream of many "Red River Tribe men and horses".

On the green hill, sweat appeared on the deer's forehead. He began to regret making his bold words in front of the Plato champion.

Stag expected that Haidong and Suzi would send troops to sneak into the hunting grounds, but he never thought that Haidong and Suzi would spend such a large amount of money.

The only commanding height also means facing attacks from all directions. The circular hunting group with Qingqiu as the center and a radius of five kilometers is now a veritable meat grinding ground.

The cavalry loyal to the White Lion are risking their lives to intercept enemies from all directions, and the enemies from all directions are also heading towards Qingqiu regardless.

Looking around, there are battlefields and enemies everywhere.

Close your eyes and listen, there are shouts and screams everywhere.

In a moment of confusion, the deer actually had the illusion of being surrounded by thousands of troops.

Just relying on the little ambushes sent in by Haidong and Suzi tribes will definitely not achieve such power. There must be tribes participating in the hunt who were instigated by the Haidong and Suzi tribes to rebel. There must be... and there are quite a few of them.

The twelve cannons specially arranged in Qingqiu even lost their meaning. Before one round of loading was completed, the enemy cavalry had already reached the gunner.

At this moment, the soldiers and horses of the Chihe tribe were like an overwhelmed dam. Even though they risked their lives and tried their best, they still could not stop the flood from overflowing the top of the dam.

Only the eighty guards and quivers who were responsible for guarding the White Lion's Golden Tent were left beside the stag.

The stag took off the gold-encrusted horn, and the sound of the horn sounded in Qingqiu to summon the warriors to join in the final bloody battle.

At the same time, the little lion's sleeping tent.

The white-haired doctor holding a rosary in his hand answered Eden's question respectfully.

Winters said in a sharp tone: "What did he say?"

"The little lion's injury has just been stabilized. If he is bumped again, he will die." Erlun hesitated, and finally shook his head.

"What else did you say?" Winters saw at a glance that Erlun was hiding something.

"Shiergu, the ancient doctor, asked us to leave. He said he could protect the little lion." Erlun made up his mind and looked at Winters pleadingly: "Shiergu is a famous doctor in the grassland. He can protect the little lion. You can also protect me. Just go and leave us alone."

Winters didn't believe that a doctor who was almost dead could protect the safety of White Lion's younger brother and sister. He also understood that Erlun seemed weak, but his stubbornness was no less strong than Anna's.

It was impossible for him to convince Erlun to abandon the little lion and run away, just as it was impossible for the little lion to convince Erlun to abandon him and run away.

The ground was shaking, and the shouts of killing flooded into the ears, and the thick leather of the bed tent could not isolate them.

"There is another way." Winters slowly moved his finger bones and wrist joints.

Erlun and the lost-er ancient doctor looked at Winters in confusion.

"The people outside just want two things. One is the Akahe tribe's Azure Great Banner. The other is..." Winters looked at the damaged one hanging next to the little lion, full of blood and mud. wearing red armor, uttered one word:

"White Lion."

Erlun covered his mouth, tears welled up in his eyes, shook his head and backed away.

Winters cut off the laces around his body, tore off the original armor on his body, and pointed at the white lion's armor that stood silently like a ghost in the center of the sleeping tent:

"Wear armor for me!"

Erlun did not move. The old doctor Shiergu stood up and said a few words to the other people in the sleeping tent.

The female slaves serving in the little lion's sleeping tent moved quickly.

Breastplate, skirt armor, shoulder armor, arm armor...the red armor hanging on the wooden frame was dismembered piece by piece and fixed on Winters' body piece by piece.

Erlun picked up the last bag, tremblingly put it on and tied it for Winters.

"The white lion has a purpose, the little lion also has a purpose, the Red River tribe has a purpose, and the enemies of the Red River tribe also have a purpose." Winters stared at Erlun as if he woke up in a felt tent for the first time: "I don't For any purpose… I’m doing all this just for you.”

After saying goodbye, Winters put down his visor and strode out of the little lion's sleeping tent.

The guards and quivers guarding the White Lion's Golden Tent were filled with fear and shock when they saw the White Lion go into battle again.

Shi'ergu chased him out of the sleeping tent holding a horn cup. The old doctor bowed his head deeply, raised his horn cup high, and said in imperial language: "Batu, please drink this wine!"

Winters laughed heartily as if he had a sudden realization and said nothing more. He simply lifted his visor, took the horn cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Taking this opportunity, the guards and quiver guards guarding the golden tent realized that underneath the red armor was not a lion, but a wolf.

Winters threw away the cup: "War horse!"

Shi Ergu relayed it to Winters, and several quiver warriors immediately ran to the stable.

More and more Akahe tribe soldiers gathered around Winters. The Akahe tribe soldiers walked towards Winters as if on a pilgrimage, but kept their distance in awe.

The soldiers suddenly gave way, and the stag led an extremely majestic white horse through the crowd, bowed his head and handed the reins to Winters.

"This... is the white lion's horse." Shiergu translated for Su Wei.

"what is it call?"

The stag answered a name loudly and proudly.

Shi'ergu thought for a moment: "Changfeng!"

"Changfeng?" Winters said happily: "What a name! Just right for today."

After saying this, he took off his chin and mounted his horse.

The soldiers of the Chihe tribe seemed to be inspired and mounted their horses one after another.

"No need! You stay to protect Erlun and the little lion."

"[Herd] Batu!" A silver-armored quiver drove his horse forward: "[Herd] I would like to be the vanguard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, eleven more silver-armored quiver warriors came out. They were the twelve "guards" that Stag had selected for Winters before.

"Okay!" Winters pulled out the large azure banner standing in front of the golden tent with his backhand: "To defeat the army, twelve riders are enough!"

…

The leader of the Shiya tribe [Geha] drove his horse wildly. His mount's ribs were bloody and bloody, and its chest was covered with white foam.

The Chihe tribe's armored cavalry was left far behind by [Geha], and Shiya tribe's scimitar was only three arrows away from Qingqiu...

Two arrows...

With one arrow.

The splendid tent of the white lion was so close that Geha seemed to be able to reach out and catch it.

"[Hidden] Kill!" Geha couldn't think of any words to inspire his tribe, so he roared out the only desire in his heart at the top of his lungs: "[Hidden] Kill!"

No one heard Geha's roar, for it was muffled by the roar of twelve heavy cannons.

The next moment, beast-like roars resounded throughout the hunting ground, and the bloody battle even came to a halt.

Under the gaze of half the hunting ground, a red-armored knight jumped up from the green hill.

Just catching a glimpse of the blood red, the Chihe tribe instantly fell into unprecedented fanaticism: "Yasin!"

"Yasin!"

"Yasin!"

The half of the hunting ground on the other side couldn't witness the miracle with their eyes, but as soon as the thundering cheers sounded, the same fanaticism spread immediately - the white lion is back!

Geha stared blankly at the extremely majestic white horse leaping high and landing heavily. Every time the white horse's four hooves came into contact with the earth, it seemed to knock on Geha's heart.

Geha couldn't believe his eyes: the red-armored warrior riding a white horse was holding the azure banner of the Red River tribe.

The large banner may be pointed, but Geha has never seen anyone using such a heavy ceremonial object as a weapon.

There can be no mistake, it can only be a white lion.

"[Hud speaking] Aren't you already dead?!" Geha roared angrily, charging towards the red-armored warrior with his spear: "[Hud speaking] Aren't you already dead?!"

The next moment, Geha was dead.

As the perspective rotated in mid-air, Geha had a strange idea - it turned out that the big banner could really be used as a weapon.

Winters barely noticed Geha's death. He drove his horse without reservation and smashed into the formation on the stone cliff like thunder.

Twelve silver-armored quiver warriors followed closely behind, and the stone cliffs were instantly shattered into pieces.

Just like a basin of ice water poured into a pot of boiling oil, Qingqiu Hunting Ground boiled.

Everyone - the people of the Red River Tribe and the enemies of the Red River Tribe - rushed towards the "White Lion" like crazy, the latter wanted to kill him like crazy, and the former wanted to protect him like crazy.

Winters doesn't need to look for enemies at all, he just needs to rampage and the enemies will come to him on their own.

The horn of mead he drank before going into battle suppressed his consciousness, pain and fatigue. At this moment, Winters was like a demon crawling out of hell, a demigod in ancient stories and legends, and a berserker praised by Northland chanters for generations. Sprinkling death wantonly and fighting tirelessly.

Splitting technique, splitting technique, flying arrow technique, flying arrow technique, flying one, flying another... Infinite fighting spirit, endless anger, infinite power.

Winters lied.

He did not enter the battlefield just for Erlun.

At least, at this moment, all the depression, unwillingness and pain were released in the killing. Winters could not remember how long it had been since he had experienced such a happy and hearty battle.

He no longer needs to think about responsibility, mission, family, friends, future, present... He doesn't even need to think, he just needs to fight, fight, fight.

The enemies who faced Winters were dying more and more cruelly, from the initial destruction of brain tissue by the lysis technique, to the skull being torn into pieces inside the helmet, to the limbs being forcibly torn off from the torso by violent magical power. .

The out-of-control magic even ignited the blue sky banner, and with flames and blood, Winters charged and killed.

Gradually, everyone was running away from him like crazy - the members of the Chihe Tribe and the enemies of the Chihe Tribe.

Seeing that the red-armored warriors were "causing a bloody storm" in a literal sense, Old Sergey unconsciously became thirsty. He looked at the other members of the Tiefeng County Mission with lingering fear: "The Barbarian Chief... the Barbarian Chief is not dead. Is it? At least it should be seriously injured? How...how..."

Anna stared at the figure of the red-armored white horse, covering her heart, and said softly: "That's not a white lion."

"Who is that?" Old Sergey asked in surprise and fear.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed.

Old Sergey felt as if he had been given a slap in the face: "Is that... is that the Tribune of Montagne?"

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed again.

Pierre gritted his teeth, mounted his horse, and drew his sword out of its sheath: "The centurion is bathing in blood, how can we just watch! I want to fight side by side with the centurion! Who comes with me?!"

Without saying a word, old Sergei jumped on the horse and laughed wildly: "I have two hobbies in my life, one is hunting wild animals, the other is killing barbarians, and today I can finally get them together!"

Everyone in Tiefeng County laughed, mounted their horses one after another, and rushed to the battlefield under the leadership of Pierre.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz found a clean place, sat on the ground, took out the wine bottle from his arms, and took a sip.

…

In the distance, a cavalryman with neat banners and distinctive armor appeared on the horizon.

Although the cavalry looked tired and the bloodstains on their armor and weapons had not had time to be cleaned, their morale was high and they were singing the victory song of the Hurds in unison.

A Qing Lingyu came from the front of the team and stopped next to another Qing Lingyu in the middle of the team.

Qing Lingyu, who came to report the news, bowed and saluted, held a scroll-like instrument in his hands, and said half puzzled and half shocked: "[Hudian] White Lion, Qingqiu seems..."

Another Qing Lingyu took off his helmet, and it turned out to be the white lion who was supposed to be in charge of Qingqiu.

The white lion took the scroll-like instrument from the archer's hand, pulled it away, and put it next to his eyes. The still life in the distance was brought closer.

After a while, the white lion put away the telescope and shook his head regretfully.

“[The Hud] keeps going,” he said. “[The Hud] keeps singing.”

[The real Shura field refers to the scene between Erlun and Anna]

[The false Shura Field refers to Winters killing Qingqiu into a Shura Field]

[The writing of Hunting is finished! Throw flowers! ]

[Actually, when I first wrote the outline, I planned to finish the story in one big chapter, which is divided into four sections: [Departure] - [Chasing Beasts] - [Sudden Change] - [Ending], and finally echoes the beginning [Personal participation of the Oathbreakers] Gladiatorial] story. As a result, eleven chapters of Hunting were written, but several characters from the Empire still failed to appear...]

[As for the purpose of this plot, it is to talk about the future direction of the Hart tribes. Winters kills the baker and affects the whole body. It not only stung the white lion, but also gave the white lion a chance to grow rapidly. Winters had to speed up, and White Lion also had to speed up]

[After writing this "unit", I felt like I breathed a long sigh of relief. To quote, "It's not good, but it's done, so it's good.\