Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Without the obstruction of the two sea-blocking iron ropes, the Veneta warships rushed into Red Sulfur Bay with murderous intent and headed towards the dock.

In the moonlight, one after another, the warships carrying torches looked like a long dragon in the bay.

These warships are not the "big guys" in the revenge fleet, they are all Fusta ships.

[Note: A First ship is a light galley with a complete deck and only thirty oarsmen. Gold's Good Luck is such a ship. Although these light galleys are small in size, they have a shallow draft and are agile. ]

The vanguard warship had already broken into the dock at this moment, and the Veneta people on board were fighting with the port defenders. There were loud sounds of gunfire and shouts of killing in the direction of Red Sulfur Port, and the surrounding area of ​​the dock was filled with flames.

In the middle of the bay, the hulls of the two First ships below the waterline were blasted with large holes by the heavy cannons in the fort. Seawater rolled in and the warships spun and sank.

In order to prevent the sunken warship from blocking the channel, the warships nearby threw out hooks and tried their best to tow the sinking warship away. Other warships bypassed the sunken ship and sailed to Red Sulfur Port at full speed.

Both attackers and defenders knew that this battle would be won or lost by speed, by how quickly the Venetas could project their forces.

While the Venetian warships were racing against time to clear the channel, the heavy artillery in the fort roared one after another, and the cannonballs were fired one after another, stirring up layers of spray around the Venetian warships.

Another Veneta warship was sunk, and the Veneta people on board abandoned the ship to escape. The warships behind them didn't care about rescuing those who fell into the water, and even sailed directly over the heads of those who fell into the water.

When the surviving men of Winters saw this scene on the shore, not only Venetta's heart was as sharp as a knife, but even the Hurds felt as if a big stone was pressing on their chests, making them breathless.

So many people died during the attack on the fort, but the heavy artillery in the fort was intact and was still firing deadly shells one after another.

So what's the point of everyone fighting to the death just now? What about those who died? Did he die in vain?

Andre's face turned pale, and he trembled and cursed a few curse words repeatedly.

A feeling of despair, depression and sadness spread among those who were still alive.

what to do?

Everyone looked at Centurion Montagne.

Winters said nothing, staring in the direction of the fort and Red Sulfur Harbor.

Finally, a young Veneta soldier couldn't help crying.

While sobbing, Winters turned his head to look at everyone, stared, gasped, and yelled viciously: "Saber!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what Warrant Officer Montagne wanted to do.

A thin, gap-toothed figure squeezed into the front row from behind. Gold stepped out from the crowd and respectfully presented a machete to Winters with both hands.

Only then did everyone realize that the centurion's weapon was lost in the fort and Warrant Officer Montagne was asking for the weapon.

Winters pulled off the sling that fixed his right arm and threw it to the ground. He took the machete and gave the order word for word: "Attack again!"

"Are you crazy?" Andre was shocked when he heard this. He didn't care that there were other people present and immediately retorted to Winters: "There were at least fifty people in the fort. We just took advantage of the surprise attack and they all attacked. If you don’t go in, won’t you risk death if you go now?”

"Attack again." Winters repeated firmly.

"I know how you feel, but we have tried our best. We can't die, right?" Andre was also anxious. He looked at Bud: "Bud, you should also persuade him!"

"I think..." Bard squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully, "...we can attack again."

"XX! Why can't I explain it to you two?" Andre punched his head several times.

"Look, Red Sulfur Port is too busy to take care of itself now. The reinforcements from Red Sulfur Port have returned the same way, and there are only the original defenders in the fort." Winters pointed with his machete at the returning torches outside the port and said with a sneer. : "The defenders in the fort knew that we had few people and could only attack by surprise. They never expected that we would dare to go and come back. Besides, quite a few of the defenders who were still alive were manipulating the cannon. We actually accounted for the surprise attack. The advantages."

Andre probably understood what was going on, but subconsciously wanted to refute: "But..."

"Captain!" However, Winters didn't give him a chance to speak and shouted loudly.

The Venetas looked at each other, but no one answered.

"Where are the people?"

"Sir, the old sergeant is dead... stabbed in the stomach..." a Veneta soldier replied in a low voice.

Winters was silent for a few seconds and then asked: "I ordered him to destroy the fort's door shaft. Was the door shaft destroyed?"

"It was destroyed." The Veneta soldier who just spoke replied, "I followed the sergeant and destroyed it."

"From now on, you are the captain of ten." Winters pointed at the soldier who answered. He looked at everyone: "Are you scared now?"

The surviving Veneta soldiers lowered their heads, and no one spoke.

"I tell you! Those Tanirians are even more afraid!" Winters said viciously: "Their courage just now was just the strength of numbers! And now they are afraid! They are cleaning the corpses with trembling legs! Just thinking about it Our bravery will make them tremble! The gate of the fort is broken, this is our God-given opportunity! Go in through the gate and kill everyone on sight! Catch them off guard!"

Andre's face turned from green to red, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, shouting: "Let's do it! Kill these Tani guys! Kill them all!"

"After rushing in, we must build up the momentum and shout loudly." Bud added: "Although there are only a dozen of us, our momentum must be like a hundred people."

"Old man, you Herds have fulfilled your promise, you don't need to follow us." Winters looked at Hestace and said sincerely: "But I hope you can help us once, we will be grateful. Anyway, Venetta will be grateful."

Counting three officers, there were only eight Venetans left, and they needed the power of the Hurds anyway.

"Our contract is that we hand over our lives to you, and you send our women and children home." Hestas laughed loudly, and also raised a scimitar: "Send our women and children safely to us Our hometown. As for our lives, you can use them however you want."

"Thank you." Winters bowed his head gratefully, then looked at the soldiers in Veneta: "What about you? Are you willing to fight with me again?"

"Sir! We will go wherever you take us!" Gold was the first to shout, and other Veneta soldiers also agreed.

"After this battle is over, I will find a good place for you. You will never have to fight in battle again in this war."

…

Using the roar of artillery as cover, Winters quietly approached the fort with a dozen men.

Except for Hestas, they were all lightly wounded. There were no seriously wounded, and all the seriously wounded died in the artillery base.

"Old man, please don't risk your life by following us." Winters advised softly while looking at the skinny old shaman.

"What? You look down on me?" Hestas coughed twice and said in a low voice, "You weren't even born when I went into battle to kill people!"

Everyone crawled to the shortest distance where they could approach concealedly. If they climbed further, they would be exposed in the flat land around the fort, leaving nowhere to hide.

Hestas grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, raised it to the height of his forehead, muttered something in a special guttural voice as if using a "healing technique", and let go of his hand little by little.

As the soil in Hestace's hand gradually spilled back to the ground, Winters' fatigue and fear gradually disappeared. He felt that he became fearless and entered a state of excitement.

He glanced at Hestas in surprise. Can divine magic also work on people who don't believe in gods?

Under the influence of Hestace's shamanic magic, even the most timid of the group gained endless courage.

Winters realized that it was now, he roared, raised his sailor's scimitar high and charged towards the gun base first.

The connection between the two gates and the wall opposite the fort was damaged, and they all fell to the ground helpless. Three Tanirian soldiers were holding tools and thinking of ways to repair the gate.

A Taniriya soldier who was moving the wooden door heard footsteps and turned his head to see a row of figures rushing out of the grass not far away.

The Tanirian soldiers were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shouted a warning.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, Winters ran up to them almost in the blink of an eye.

The three Tanirians who were repairing the gate turned and fled into the fort. In desperation, Winters threw the scimitar in his hand at each other like a throwing axe.

The scimitar spun through the back of a Tanirian, pinning him to the ground.

The other two Tanirians screamed and fled into the battery.

Winters strode to the door and pulled his scimitar from the Tanirian lying on the ground.

The Tanirian man who was penetrated by the scimitar was not dead yet. He groaned in pain, clasped the soil with his hands, and spit out blood bubbles from his mouth.

Winters bit his lip and gave the Tanirian a good one.

"Don't disperse! Find the gunpowder magazine first! If the enemy wants to run, let him go. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!" After saying that, Winters was the first to rush into the artillery base: "Kill!"

The Venetans and Hurds shouted their war cries and followed Winters into the battery.

In the corridor where the bloody battle had just taken place, neither the Venetans nor the Tanirians had removed the bodies.

The more than ten-meter-long corridor was extremely tragic and filled with corpses from both sides. There was no place to set foot, so we had to step on the corpses to pass.

Winters remembered what Lieutenant Colonel Field said: "The powder magazine is always farthest from the cannon."

Leading the crowd to attack and kill in the opposite direction to the artillery position.

The Tanirians in the fort were caught off guard. They did not expect that this small group of enemies was so fierce and dared to fight back.

In panic, the defenders in the fort failed to organize effective resistance, and Winters attacked the building on the east side.

"Look for the gunpowder warehouse!" Winters shouted and searched the warehouses one by one.

However, at this time, a neat group of defenders ran into the attackers head-on.

When the commander of the fort learned that the enemy had captured the building on the east side, he immediately realized that the opponent's target was the gunpowder magazine. He immediately organized the garrison around him and went to intercept.

"Don't let them get close to the gunpowder magazine!" The commander of the artillery fort drew his command knife: "Kill them all!"

This group of defenders all held two-and-a-half-meter spears. The spears were not easy to use in the narrow corridor. However, when several people held spears and advanced together, the wall protected the flanks of the spear group, instead forming a An indestructible front.

This situation is like two rats fighting in a sand hole. There is nothing to say. Whoever is more ruthless wins.

The two Hurds immediately threw their javelins. In the narrow corridor, there is almost no way to hide. With the kinetic energy given by the Hud's muscles, the javelin penetrated the human body like a hot knife cutting through butter.

However, when a Tanirian fell, the Tanirians immediately made up for it, and their spear points were like a forest approaching towards the Veneta and Hed.

Seeing the other party's rescue, Winters knew he was in the right place. He fired a steel cone at the opponent's commander. It missed the head but hit the chest. However, there was a crisp sound - the opponent had worn armor.

With the spear advancing, short weapons had no room to launch an attack. The Venetas and Hurds were driven back.

There was no way to retreat further, so Winters grabbed a bucket lid from beside him and squeezed to the front. Facing the aggressive spear forest, Winters gritted his teeth, used the bucket lid to raise the spear point, and rushed towards the enemy with the spear.

When the phalanx of super long spears fight each other, soldiers will crawl under the gun barrels and kill the enemy in the blind spot of the super long spear attacks. This kind of battle is called rat warfare.

This is what Winters did. The spear left several wounds on his body, but he was still knocked under the barrel of the gun.

Winters did not hesitate and stabbed the enemy's soft belly with the machete. The spearmen who were approached dropped their spears in panic and drew out their daggers to defend themselves.

However, as soon as the spear formation was broken, other Venetas and Hurds immediately rushed forward.

The scene was extremely chaotic and bloody. The people at the back were pushing the people in front, and the people in front were squeezed together like a vise. There was not even room to brandish weapons.

Winters was squeezed underneath and couldn't tell who was in front of him. There were several people in front of him. He just gritted his teeth and poked, twisted, poked, and twisted in the direction of the enemy.

Finally, the morale of the Tanirians collapsed, and they could no longer endure such bloody battles. The Tanirians in the front cried out to escape, and the Tanirians in the back also became deserters.

The commander of the fort angrily dragged the soldiers who wanted to escape and chopped two of them to death with his own hands. However, everyone wanted to escape, and he could no longer control himself and fled.

Just as the battery commander was about to kill the third deserter, Winters knocked him over. Winters, who was riding on the fort commander, stabbed the opponent in the chest with a scimitar, but the scimitar slipped away after a harsh scraping sound - Winters forgot that the opponent was wearing armor.

Blocking the opponent's arm that was trying to counterattack, Winters hit the fort commander in the face with a machete counterweight: "I can't deal with you if you're wearing armor?!"

The head of the fort commander was carried on a pike, but inside the fort, the Tanilians still had an absolute advantage.

"Sir! There are only two barrels of gunpowder in the gunpowder magazine." A Veneta soldier hurriedly reported to Winters.

"Take it out and set it on fire." Winters didn't have time to wipe the blood on his face and ordered: "Set the fire separately, don't let the Tanirians get together!"

After receiving Winters' order, everyone began to clean the first floor of the fort and set fire to it.

The main structure of the fort is rammed earth, but there are also quite a few wooden structures. With the help of gunpowder and asphalt, the wooden structure was quickly ignited, and the inside of the fort was suddenly filled with smoke.

Gold received Bader's instructions and used a spear to pick up the fort commander's head and shouted at the top of his lungs: "[Tanilia dialect] defeated! Defeated! Fire! Captain Kidd is dead! Captain Kidd is dead!" Dead! Run quickly..."

After all the enemies at the bottom of the fort were eliminated, Winters shouted loudly: "Andre! Take us to the gun position!" On the upper level of the fort, the heavy artillery was still roaring, making Winters even more impatient.

This is a two-story artillery fort. In order to ensure the shooting range, the heavy artillery is on the third floor, which is the top of the rammed earth building.

But no one responded.

"Stop shouting, it's just the two of us. We don't know where we have scattered." Bud said with a wry smile.

Winters suddenly realized a problem, he should not set the fire. The smoke and the raging fire destroyed not only the organization of the Tanirians, but also that of his people.

Winters' order could not be conveyed to the soldiers scattered all over the ground floor. He had to use amplification to shout loudly: "Everyone! Attack upward! Go to the gun emplacement!"

"Let's not get separated." Regardless of the effectiveness of the order, Winters and Bud groped their way up.

On the second floor, the smoke was thicker and choked people.

In the chaos, the two finally reached the top of the fort.

Because it is at the top of a rammed earth building with no walls or sheds, the smoke here is not that big. The thirty-two-pound heavy artillery was placed here. Next to a thick and powerful bronze cannon, several gunners were busy reloading.

Winters and Bader rushed forward with scimitars, and the gunners immediately dispersed.

Walking to the cannon, Winters looked at the cannon's fire door and saw that he had been nailed!

"Andre didn't lie, the cannon was nailed." Bud was puzzled: "Then how did the cannon fire?

At this time, the roar of heavy artillery came from the wall on the other side.

The two looked at each other, and Winters clenched his scimitar: "Let's go!"

Sticking to the wall of the rooftop room, Winters and Bud touched the corner and cautiously poked their heads to observe.

There are also three heavy artillery deployed here.

The gunner was busy beside the cannon.

However, in addition to the gunner, there was also a masked person beside the cannon.

After a cannon was loaded, the masked man walked to the cannon. There was no match rope or red-hot iron drill. The masked man just hung his hand above the cannon.

The next second, there was a roar and the shells shot out.

The gunner reset the gun and immediately began cleaning the barrel and reloading.

"There are more than a dozen gunners, and the two of us will definitely not be able to do it." Bud lowered his voice and said to Winters: "Wait for the others to come up."

Winters looked solemnly and took out a steel awl and held it in his hand. He said to Bud with difficulty: "What I'm worried about is not the dozen gunners. We may have encountered..."

From the other side of the corner of the roof tower room came the familiar Veneta accent shouting for murder. Apparently someone from the other side was attacking from another passage leading to the roof.

Bud immediately raised his knife and was about to rush out, attacking the gunners on the roof from both sides.

But Winters grabbed Bud and made a silencing gesture.

On the roof, the gunner wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to escape in front of the masked man's power. The masked man didn't seem to care much about the enemies in front of him.

Several Venetians and Hurds poured out from the stairs, and a Venetian soldier at the front raised his knife to kill the masked man.

However, the masked man didn't move at all, he just looked at Winters' soldiers with his hands behind his back.

Before the Veneta soldier could rush to the masked man, he fell to the ground with bleeding from all his orifices.

Then, the masked man looked at the other Hurds. He just watched with his hands behind his back, and one after another the Huds began to bleed to death.

The whole process only took a few blinks, as if the goddess of fate would cut off the life string of whomever the masked man looked at.

The cruelty, efficiency and ruthlessness of this life-depriving process made Bard tremble with fear.

Bud found that Winters' knuckles were clenched so hard that they turned white, his chest was rising and falling, his eyes were blood red, and the anger in his chest almost ignited his hair.

The last Hurd man didn't have time to rush to the masked man. Before he died, he shouted Hurd language that Winters couldn't understand and threw a javelin at the masked man.

But this time, the masked man was not as calm as before, dodging the javelin in an awkward posture.

Winters narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a voice with a broken gong in Taniriya's accent came from the stairs: "We are defeated! We are defeated! The captain is dead! Captain Kidd is dead! The red sulfur port is gone! Run!" ah……"

This shout became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The gunners who originally wanted to escape did not know who was taking the lead and dispersed in a rush.

The masked man shouted angrily: "Come back!"

However, he spoke in common language, and the gunner didn't care whether he could understand it or not, and ran away without looking back.

Several gunners even ran towards Winters.

However, the masked man did not chase towards this location, but followed Gold's voice and walked down the stairs.

Winters and Bud immediately followed suit, but when they were halfway there, the masked man came back from the stairs.

Winters cursed loudly, raised his hand and shot a steel cone at the masked man.

When Winters saw the masked man, the masked man also saw Winters.

The moment the masked man's eyes fell on Winters, Winters felt a sharp pain in his skull, his spirit suddenly became dizzy, and the steel cone deflected two inches and flew past the masked man's ear.

Bard rushed forward with his knife, but the masked man looked at Bard.

Winters used his last strength to pull Bard back.

"Run! Bud! Run!" He struggled to spit out a few words.

Just as Winters and Bud's lifeline was about to be cut, a gloomy guttural sound suddenly penetrated the top of the fort.

The masked man screamed, as if he had suffered great pain. Winters, who was about to die, was pulled back from the line of death. He struggled and pulled out another steel awl from his belt.

The masked man who suffered great pain struggled to chant in the ancient imperial language: "[Old Imperial Language] Gather the flames into fire!"

"Poof." This was the sound of something exploding.

The masked man's expression instantly relaxed, and his pain had greatly subsided.

The next second, a steel cone was punched into the back of his head and out of his eye.

Before the masked man fell, Winters roared and rushed to his side. He stabbed the masked man's heart with a knife, stirred it violently, pulled out the scimitar and left a deep bone-visible cut on the masked man's neck.

After doing this, Winters, who confirmed that the masked man was dead, panted down the stairs.

The last thing he wanted to see happened. In the smoke, several Hud people were wailing around a corpse that had died in a horrible state.

The corpse's head exploded like a watermelon exploding from the inside.

The dead man was completely unrecognizable, but Winters knew who lay here.

He seemed to have lost all his strength, and suddenly knelt down beside the body, tears pouring out uncontrollably: "Old man..."

"It was Hestace who saved us, right?" Bard also walked down and asked with difficulty. His condition was worse than Winters, and he could barely stand.

Winters said nothing, but took off his clothes and covered the old shaman's upper body, then picked up the old shaman's body: "We have to send him home."

In the smoke, another group of people approached quietly, and they were relieved to see it was Winters and Bud.

"It's almost burning! Let's go! It's too damn late if you don't leave!" Andre urged while coughing.

Winters held the body of the old shaman. The old man was so thin and light that he could hardly feel the weight. The remaining Venetans and Hurds covered their noses with cloth and rushed out along the way they came.

Without stopping for a moment, everyone ran all the way to the coast.

Behind them, the fort in the middle of Red Sulfur Bay was burning.

"It's really unreasonable not to give us a medal weighing one kilogram now!" Andre said with a laugh, and he asked with some confusion: "Who are you hugging..."

Before he could finish his words, several gunshots were heard from the water, and the rocks around Winters were splashed with lead bullets.

"XX! This XX treats us as enemies!" Andre yelled. He angrily shouted at the Veneta warship on the water: "Friendly forces! Friendly forces! Bastards!"

His shouts were accompanied by more gunshots.

"We have to find a way to tell them that we are friendly forces, or leave here." Bud frowned and said, "If you shout at them, they will take it as a provocation."

"There is a token!" Andre rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed wildly. He laughed and cried again: "I have been keeping it since the day I landed!"

After that, Andre took out a cloth bag from the innermost layer of his personal clothes. When he unfolded the cloth bag, a two-winged lion flag with blue background and gold embroidery appeared in front of everyone.

It is the military flag of the 100th Corps, the Chief Battalion of the Third Army.

The military flag held high by Andre on the day of the landing.

Andre hung the battle flag on his spear and was about to wave it towards the warship on the surface, but stopped.

He walked up to Winters and handed the battle flag to Winters: "Commander Montagne, the glory of displaying this battle flag should belong to you."

Winters took over the military flag, clutching the spear shaft tightly, with a thousand thoughts in his heart.

"Did I do the right thing? We sacrificed so many people, did I do the right thing?" he asked Bud.

"That's not important. What's important is that we follow you voluntarily, even if it means heading towards hell."

Winters raised the military flag. The sea breeze blew and the military flag naturally stretched. Under the fire, the golden embroidery shines.

There were several more gunshots.

"Who shot? Are you blind? That was one of our own!" A voice amplified by magic resounded across the sea. This was a voice that Winters was very familiar with, Lieutenant Colonel Field's voice: "That was for us to destroy Warrant Officer Montagne of the sea-blocking cables and artillery! All of the Second Battalion! Listen to my command! Call three times for Warrant Officer Montagne!"

"Urrah!"

"Urrah!"

"Urrah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

When the thunderous shouts rang out, no one knew what Winters was thinking.

I wrote more than 3,000 words yesterday, and I feel like it’s not good to divide this chapter into chapters, so I’ll just combine two days into one big chapter.

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