Iron Powder and Spellcaster

"Madman! How could there be such a madman!"

On the north bank of the Rose River, a black-faced man's eyes were cracked, and he punched the window bars.

Flames shot into the sky on both sides of the river, and the incoming cavalry ran directly across the frozen river, rushing out of the blazing gate like the iron stream of hell.

There are constant ice surfaces that cannot withstand the trampling of horses' hooves, screaming and shattering; there are constantly cavalrymen who are dwarfed without warning and disappear in the undulating waves.

But the speed of the iron flow did not stagnate at all, but became faster and faster.

Especially the edge at the front.

It was a handsome man, wearing shining silver armor; it was a tall and slender white horse, as fast as a shooting star.

The sound of hooves that penetrated the clouds and cracked the stone was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the black-faced man's eagle guards and the rioters.

"The One Hundred! Attack, move forward!"

Colonel Berne couldn't care where the reinforcements came from, and he realized that the enemy's morale was being deprived, so he resolutely threw in the only remaining veteran centurion under his command.

"Attack!" The centurion raised his flag, drew his sword, and took the lead: "Forward!"

Silent Monta soldiers once again flooded into the barricades.

There are tigers in front and wolves behind. The rioters who had just been in full swing tearing down doors and windows, moving furniture, and building the next barricade were now at a loss and stunned.

Suddenly, someone screamed, jumped off the barricade, threw away their weapons, and fled towards the city, crawling on the ground.

Others also woke up from a dream. Some simply ran away with the looted items, and some rushed into private houses to get another handful.

Even those who did not escape on the spot were all frightened, and no longer had the excitement and arrogance of repelling the garrison just now.

The black-faced man's subordinates tried their best to maintain order, but once the rout started, it could no longer be contained.

The rioters who gathered on St. Peter Street and St. John Street were either lured, coerced, incited, or simply came just to vent their animal desires.

They are like swarms of wild bees and ants, acting on instinct rather than reason.

The black-faced man still wanted to reverse the defeat, but he had no time to send out the order because the cavalry had already rushed to the battlefield at lightning speed.

The silhouette of the silver-armored white horse at the front rushed straight onto the rocky beach, splashing a series of sparks.

The river bank, which was nearly a person high, blocked his path, like an insurmountable wall.

The majestic white horse let out a high-pitched neigh, curled up its legs, stretched them out suddenly, jumped up, and stood on the river bank with ease.

Not to mention the rioters behind the barricades, even Colonel Bern and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas were stunned.

"This...I..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas's eyes widened, his face turned red from holding back, and he suddenly said: "Whose horse is this? Can you borrow it to match it?"

Colonel Bern was furious when he heard this. He couldn't say anything to the lieutenant colonel in public, so he simply ignored Thomas and turned around to order the messenger: "Bring the communication flag to contact the cavalry and ask them to send someone who can speak."

The messenger received the order, took the green swallow-tail flag, and galloped towards the barricade.

In contrast, the rioters near the barricades had no time to "think about whether they could match up."

Because after the silver-armored cavalry jumped onto the river bank, they easily jumped over the fences of the houses along the river and rushed directly behind the barricade.

Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, the silver-armored cavalry drove away, slashed, and maneuvered, one man and one horse, shattering the last bit of order in the mob.

Gunshots were fired one after another, but the white horse was swift and agile, leaping left and right without slowing down. The lead bullets that came out of the barrel either fell into the air or passed by the figures.

There was another gunshot, and the armored cavalryman Winters caught a glimpse of the flash of fire at the entrance of the alley.

He paused the continuous casting of the Deflection Technique and fired two flying arrows in the general direction of the gun flames. Regardless of whether he hit or not, he reactivated the deflection technique and drove Changfeng to continue his rampage.

With a loud bang, Bern's centurions of remaining veterans exploded the burning barricade and broke through the barricade.

The cavalry team left behind by Winters also disembarked from the lower river beach and rushed to the battlefield at high speed.

Militiamen from the North City blocked St. Paul Street from the rear while waving their sabers clumsily and shouting "surrender and avoid death."

Under attack from two sides, the rioters who had been so arrogant just now were running away the next moment, completely revealing their true nature as a mob. They desperately dug into alleys and secret passages, and even jumped into the river to escape towards the other side.

In the chaos, four heavy armored cavalrymen cut through the long street desperately and rushed directly in front of the silver armored white horse cavalry.

"You're late." Winters smiled and waved.

The leader of the heavy armored cavalry - Father Carman - angrily jumped off the saddle, pulled Winters off the horse while he was still saying hello, and pushed him to the ground.

"You don't want your life?!" Kaman roared like thunder: "You don't want your life?!"

Seeing that someone was about to be beaten, the other three quickly pulled away from the priest.

Charles helped Winters up: "What Father Carman means is, 'What if there are still wizards'? Well, I think what the priest said actually makes sense. You should think more about it..."

Although the other two guards did not speak, their eyes also contained reproach.

Winters was defeated and apologized sincerely: "I won't do this again next time, I promise."

Kaman, whose arms were held by two guards, roared and kicked over: "Is there a fucking next time?!"

…

North bank of the Rose River.

The black-faced man watched as the men deployed on the south bank were defeated like a whirlwind, but he was helpless.

At the same time, an unknown number of infantrymen were detouring from the upper reaches to the north bank.

The black-faced man took out a round silver box, opened the lid and took a look, and ordered unwillingly and helplessly: "Anyway, we have blocked the legion for long enough - follow the original plan and retreat separately!"

Through a unique communication method, the news was quickly transmitted to all Eagle Guards.

In a private house on the shore, a swordsman received an order to retreat and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the one-handed man next to him.

The One-Handed Man is a notorious pickpocket in the old town of Steel Castle. There are seven of his men on the barricade on the south bank.

After killing the one-handed man, the swordsman dug out the belongings in the man's arms, arranged everything to look like a civil war over uneven distribution of the spoils, threw the torch into the corner, and quickly exited the house.

Similar things happened in other places at the same time. After cleaning up the connectors, the swordsmen left.

However, someone arrived faster than they expected.

The rapid and rapid sound of horse hooves echoed in the valley. The black-faced man stopped to listen, and was shocked to find that the sound of hooves did not come from the west, but from the east!

East? The garrison outside Steel Castle has no cavalry!

But ears don't lie, a small group of cavalry is galloping towards them from St. John Street.

After briefly weighing the pros and cons, the black-faced man decisively abandoned his horse and fled into the courtyard of a resident on the roadside.

But the visitor had already seen him, and he also saw the visitor: the war horse with a slender neck was breathing hot air, and the slightly curved saber was shining with a dim blue light.

"Stop!" the visitor shouted from a distance.

The black-faced man ran into the yard without looking back, knocked open the door, and rushed to the backyard.

The rider behind him once again surprised him and followed him without hesitation, instead of chasing easier prey.

…

South bank of Rose River.

The rioters who blocked the garrison's entry into the city have been defeated. Soldiers at the front are working hard to dismantle barricades and bulldoze burning houses to clear obstacles for the march of the large troops.

"Don't waste time!" Colonel Berne waved his hand and pointed at the Rose River and ordered: "Since there is no more trash on the bank, let's go straight to the river and enter the city."

"I'm afraid it's not safe to go directly to the river." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was cautious by nature. He suggested: "How about sending engineers to remove some boards from the house and lay them on the ice?"

The colonel glared and pointed at the shadowy cavalry in front: "Those guys dare to walk on the ice, what are we afraid of?"

The lieutenant colonel was familiar with the colonel's temper and knew he couldn't compete with him.

However, he also had his own way of coping. When he summoned the centurions to arrange the order of actions, he included demolishing the house and laying planks into the order as a secondary instruction.

Just after assigning tasks to the centurions, the messenger sent to contact the strange cavalry came back, followed by two well-armored riders, one of whom was the "silver-armored white horse" who leaped ashore.

The silver-armored cavalry galloped up to Colonel Berne. They neither dismounted nor took off their helmets, but only raised their hands in salute.

"Sir." He laughed and asked loudly, "How are my cavalry doing?"

Officer Monta present was stunned.

Colonel Berne's brows were tightly knitted, then slowly relaxed.

The flag officer behind the colonel couldn't hold himself back and was about to reprimand this rude guy, but the colonel spoke before him.

"Your cavalry?" the colonel also asked with a smile.

"Yes, mine."

Bern looked at the cavalry that was regrouping and saw several familiar faces. He pointed at the cavalry: "Aren't those all from Steel Castle?"

"Look at the blade of the saber, and the cavalry will be with you." The man in silver armor replied cheerfully: "They are following me, so they are naturally my cavalry."

"That's ridiculous!" Colonel Berne laughed loudly, looked at Changfeng, and asked, "This horse is much better than the one you rode last time. What? Is this the horse you want to give me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas' ears perked up instantly.

"This horse won't work. This horse is my trophy." Winters said cheerfully: "You can choose any other horse."

Changfeng neighed angrily, as if he was dissatisfied with the term "trophy".

Ciel, who followed Winters, was also shocked when he heard this.

Charles pulled the reins, letting all the Monta people see him, pointing behind him, imitating Winters's tone, and said proudly in the little drake's voice: "Other horses! Choose as you like!"

As he spoke, a militiaman galloped to Winters' side and loudly asked for instructions: "According to your order, the squadron has been reorganized. There should be 147 people, but the actual number is 113. Report complete! Please give orders, sir!"

"You pick twenty people." Winters ordered succinctly: "Take them back the same way they came to collect and rescue the wounded who fell from their horses and got stuck in the ice."

"Yes! Captain Berne!" The militiamen raised their hands in salute and left with whips.

When Winters turned around again, he was surprised to find that the eyes of several Monta officers present had changed.

"Uh... your son? Why have I never heard of you? Don't you only have two daughters?" Lieutenant Colonel Thomas stared at the Silver Armored Cavalry and couldn't help but ask the colonel: "Nephew?"

"Isn't that enough?" Colonel Berne waved his hand and greeted Winters with a smile: "Son (boy)! Come here and say hello to your Uncle Thomas. It just so happens that he still needs your help with something."

Fortunately, Winters was wearing a helmet and no one could see his expression at this moment.

What high-spiritedness and heroic demeanor were all gone.

Colonel Bern urged him again, and then Winters stiffly turned over and dismounted, walked to the horses of the colonel and lieutenant colonel, gritted his teeth and saluted: "I also have something to ask you for help with."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was still thinking about mating, and he was eager for Little Bern to make a request: "My matter is simple. If you have anything to do, you can tell me first."

"Many of the Beicheng militiamen who came to support me were trapped in the glacier." Winters spoke quickly: "I have sent people to find them, but I'm afraid it's not enough. Please also send some people, preferably more Mark out resettlement sites now and prepare to receive the wounded.”

"No problem." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas agreed, and with great efficiency, he found a centurion and engineer officer and assigned the task on the spot.

Roadblocks have been leveled and roads are open. Each hundred-man team of the legion marched towards the city in an orderly manner according to the instructions.

Colonel Berne glanced at the spire of the Erwin Church in the firelight and asked Winters: "You came out of the city. How is the situation in the city?"

"very bad."

"Any suggestions?"

Winters really didn't want to talk, so he kept his words concise and to the point: "Quiet chaos and put out fires."

The sound of sparse horse hoofbeats came from the other side. The three cavalrymen first went down to the river beach with difficulty, and then carefully crossed the glacier and ran towards where Winters was.

"Stop!" a Monta soldier shouted: "Tell me your identity!"

The three cavalrymen ignored him and galloped straight towards Winters.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Without Colonel Berne's order, a group of spearmen had already attacked to intercept the riders.

By the firelight, Winters recognized the figures and horses of the three cavalrymen, just as the other party recognized his figure and Chang Feng.

Winters immediately said: "Don't be nervous, he is my man."

The centurion looked at Colonel Berne.

The colonel nodded slightly.

After a few commands, the spearmen who attacked returned to the queue.

The three cavalrymen boarded the river bank soon after, and saw Winters and several Monta officers getting along very closely. Although the leader of the cavalrymen, Pierre, was surprised, he did not show any signs of it.

After a quick assessment of the situation, Pierre decided to err on the side of caution and go straight to the point without talking nonsense or using names to avoid unnecessary complications.

"Don't speak for a while." Pierre turned around and whispered to his two companions.

The two guards who followed nodded without knowing why.

Pierre took a deep breath, walked slowly to Winters and Colonel Berne, nodded and saluted, and pushed a tightly tied man off the horse: "The man caught alive on the other side looked sneaky."

Winters took a look - the man lying on the ground groaning had a face that was red and dark.

[Work hard to pay off your debt! (Lack of confidence)]

[About Winters’ current tactics]

["Heavy armored caster cavalry rampages and disrupts the enemy's formation." This unique combat method is the valuable experience Winters summed up after the Battle of Qingqiu]

[Because the battlefield is too chaotic and the caster's ability is limited, there is no time to kill them one by one. Therefore, Winters only needs to be used as an awl to pierce a little bit and destroy the enemy's organization, and the rest can naturally be done by his subordinates' sabers]

[Also, during the Battle of Qingqiu, Winters briefly entered the "realm" of [dual-purpose] - using multiple spells at the same time. But after the Battle of Qingqiu, no matter how much he practiced and tried, he could no longer reach the threshold of multitasking]

[Therefore, Winters still "can only use one spell at a time\