Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 1 Prologue

   523 years of the imperial calendar

   Piedmont Duchy/DukedomofForthland/DukedomofForthland

   an unnamed hill

  The four-year-old warhorse lost control after being dragged and stabbed several times.

   Its sturdy skin was slashed and the dark red flesh turned out. The pressure difference between the inside of the blood vessels and the atmosphere causes the blood to pour out unstoppably.

   With every pump of a strong and powerful heart, the horse is losing more blood.

   It leaped and kicked frantically, neighing to stop any humans from approaching, even turning back several times to bite its knight.

   Young knights on horseback endured more attacks than warhorses.

   Although the knight's armor is strong, there is no sharp wound on his body. But being hit by several powerful slams still made him so painful that his breathing almost stopped.

  The knight couldn't care about his injury, he just wanted to rush out of this dead place as soon as possible.

   His legs were tightly clamped to the belly of the horse, and his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle head, trying not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control warhorse.

   After his spear pierced the body of the first enemy during the charge, he was unable to pull it out due to the speed of the horse and let go. His shield went nowhere.

   All he could use for defense was an armed sword, and his brain was blank.

   Techniques, moves, and the teacher's teachings had long since been forgotten, and all that was left was slashing, swinging, and flying any blade that came close to him.

   He couldn't figure it out, how could this mob of hawkers and craftsmen be able to take a flank charge and not be defeated? Not only did he not flee for his life, but he took the initiative to meet him and fight him.

   Most of the cavalry who launched this charge had already rushed out of the melee with horse speed and were regrouping.

   But there were also the small half-cavalry who failed to break through the encirclement cleanly, their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that there were enemies on all sides.

  If the enemy is crushed by the side impact, the cavalry can drive the defeated soldiers and sweep the entire front in one go.

   But if they failed to disperse the enemy and were trapped in the middle of the enemy, the cavalry who fought each other would soon be wiped out.

   And he was one of the few cavalrymen who were trapped in the middle of the enemy.

   "Boom."

   There was a loud noise, and the young knight was startled.

   He knew it was the sound of an arquebus, the most powerful weapon of the enemy and his most feared weapon.

  The sound of the gunshot was reflected multiple times by the nearby hillside, making the gunshot sound extra long.

   He was delighted to find that there wasn't an extra blood hole in his body, but the joy soon became clouded - his lack of a shot meant another comrade might have fallen.

   At this point, the madness of his warhorse began to wane, and he could feel that the warhorse was no longer trying to get him off his back.

  The pain on the horse's body began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted by the body, the desire to attack caused by panic and fury gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger prevailed.

  The horse just wanted to get out of this **** and noisy area as soon as possible.

  The knight also felt the change, and he lightly stabbed the horse's ribs, while guiding the horse with the reins and legs, trying to make the horse run towards the place where the enemy was sparse.

   The warhorse received the rider's instructions, no longer fluttering randomly, but began to accelerate in the direction the rider pointed.

  The enemy did not dare to stand in front of the rushing horse, and they all avoided it.

   They retreated to the side of the warhorse, and stabbed each horse with their spears.

   It was only a few seconds after the war horse stopped going mad, and three more wounds were added to the stomach and thighs on the side of the horse.

The    knight also received two spear blows, but he was full of joy.

   Because the knights found that although the morale of this group of small townsmen was high, they were not brave enough to stand still in front of the charging horses and exchange their lives for each other.

  This means that as long as the speed of the horse is raised, he can escape.

saved! Immediately rush out! The knight praised the only savior over and over again in his heart.

  Suddenly, a huge pulling force came from the left shoulder.

   Caught off guard, the knight was dragged off the saddle.

   While the knight's steed was still mad, a halberdist at the edge of the crowd had noticed him.

   When the knight drove the horse and accelerated in the direction of fewer people, the halberdist was waiting on his escape route.

  The head of the knight's warhorse passed right in front of the halberd, and the halberd shot decisively, and the halberd stretched out to the side of the knight.

   When the halberd touched the knight's arm, a huge force instantly acted on him and the halberdist through the halberd.

  The hands of the halberdist were gripping the wooden handle like iron pincers, and his feet were stuck to the ground like tree roots.

  For a second, the knight thought he was about to be saved.

   The next second, he was dragged off the horse by the halberd.

  The knight felt like he was flying, and after a short flight, he fell heavily on the soft grass.

  The horse got rid of a burden and quickly escaped from this purgatory.

  The knight struggled to get up, but found that his left arm could not be used up—the huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder.

   When the enemies next to him saw him fall to the ground, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed towards him. Step on his left arm with your foot, hold his thigh with your hand, lie on top of him and press down on his body.

  The knight could feel a pair of hands trying to rip off his helmet.

   He was extremely frightened, his right hand tightly held the neckguard, and an incomprehensible wailing came out of his throat.

   He struggled desperately, but couldn't move.

  One enemy lifted his skirt armor, and the other musketeer put his gun on the chain mail under the skirt armor.

   The knight who realized what was about to happen cried and kicked and kicked him desperately, but the hands of the enemies weighed thousands of pounds and pressed him to the ground.

  The musketeer's deputy poured gunpowder into the gunpowder pool at the end of the arquebus and hung the arquebus.

  The musketeer pressed the shooting rod without hesitation, and the weakly burning match rope slashed towards the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the powder pool.

  The flame spread all the way into the gun chamber, igniting the propellant tightly packed in the gun chamber, and the strong thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the gun chamber.

With a loud noise and choking smoke, the lead bullet with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chainmail, armor and the skin of the knight, got into his soft abdomen, rampaged in his abdominal cavity, and his dirty The machine was messed up.

   The young knight twitched a few times and lay on the ground, not moving anymore.

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   528 years of the imperial calendar

   Piedmont Duchy/Provincial Republic

   Shitang Ferry

   "The once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane has appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! Come with me!"

   The general with red feathers on his helmet took the lead, leading his cavalry to penetrate the enemy's heart from the gap between the two large squares, and charged fearlessly towards the banner that belonged to the emperor.

   "Uukhai! Uukhai!"

  Plato's warriors roared in unison like a boiling sea, formed a formation of arrows, and followed closely behind the general.

  The hooves of the horses are like rolling thunder, the sharp saber is held high above the head, and the swallowtail flag flutters at the tip of the spear.

   The teams of knights who were trying to stop the charge were instantly overwhelmed, their shiny silver armors were like a few water splashes in the red torrent, and disappeared in an instant.

   The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were heartbroken, threw away their weapons and fled.

The   hussars were like prophets who parted the Red Sea, wiping out all the enemies that stood between them and the false emperor.

   Cannonballs, lead, and arrows came at them, but the hussars would not hide. Their goal is only one, that is the head of Richard IV.

The    Royal Guard is the last barrier, they lay the halberds flat, use the heels of their boots against the halberds, and ride the halberds with the tips pointed at them.

   The hussars in the forefront and these half-step halberdiers almost perished.

   But the formation of the halberdiers was washed away first, and the cavalry in the rear who whizzed past chopped down all those who were still standing.

  Finally, the general officer of Hong Lingyu can already see the gilded helmet of Richard IV.

   "Pseudo-Emperor! Madman Richard! Die!"

   The cavalry warriors with red feathers raised their sabers and charged the last hussars towards the emperor of the Holy Muluo Empire.

  The last perspective of his life is rolling, all the scenery is rolling in front of him, and he is flying like a bird.

   He now finally understands why the false emperor dared not back down.

   "Damn it, court mage, **** it."

   He thought so, closed his eyes, and a cluster of flames went out.

The   hussars didn't see any movement from the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general and his horse were turned into a few stumps, as if torn apart from the inside by a huge force.

  These men from the Palatu Plateau did not know [Cracking Technique]. Seeing the tragic death of their beloved father, they rushed towards the enemy with red eyes and madness.

  A masked man raised his hand and shot out cold beams from his hand. One by one, the hussars fell from their horses with bleeding holes in their chests.

  The other masked man remained motionless, but the hussars in front of him all blushed, their limbs stiffened, and they lost their breath in an instant.

   "Black magic! Witchcraft! Servant of the devil!" the last hussar shouted in panic.

  The warrior with a strong will like steel was also frightened by the scene before him, and he desperately threw the saber towards the false emperor.

  A masked man hooked his fingers, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory, as if being led by an invisible hand, turned a corner in the air, and flew into the bushes.

  The masked man's hand shot out another cold light, piercing a hole in the head of the last hussar, ending the charge that should have been successful.

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   531 years of the imperial calendar

   Federal Republic / Republic of Forthland

  Guitucheng/Drenthe/Drenthe

  The city gate was slowly opened, and the lack of lubrication made a harsh friction sound.

   This is the first time the west gate of Guitucheng has been opened since Richard IV's army came under the city two years ago.

  The soldiers took out the components prepared in advance and built a simple pontoon bridge to the other side of the moat.

  A soldier rides on a pontoon bridge, he walks over the trenches, he walks over the ground wet with blood, he walks over the trenches and earthen walls that the enemy used to block Drenthe.

   He walked past the enemy's barracks under the numb or hateful gaze of the enemy, all the way into the emperor's carriage.

   Finally, he took a seat at a long table amid the glare of Richard IV's dignitaries.

The    emperor himself entered the tent only after everyone was seated.

   He sat in the main chair, looked at the soldier, and asked casually, "You want to surrender now? Ned of Tonemel."

   "No, Your Majesty. I brought you peace." Ned Smith answered sincerely.

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   532 years of the imperial calendar

   Federal Republic

  Gui Tucheng

   "It's done! It's done! It's done!" Brigadier General Antoine Laurent held the letter, jumping and laughing again.

   He yelled excitedly, slapped his thighs hard, and waved his arms into the air.

   He didn't feel strong enough just like this, so he took out the long sword from the cabinet, slashed randomly in the room, and smashed many bottles and jars.

   His wife heard the shouts and the demolition of the house from the study, and hurried over to check.

  Antoine Laurent saw his wife pushed open the door, threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, picked up his lover and walked around the room several times.

   "Oh, what's the matter with you? What are you crazy about?" His wife turned pale with fright.

  Antoine Laurent put down his wife, but did not let go.

   He hugged his lover and kissed him fiercely on the face: "We will have our own magician too!"

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   "You should understand history, because everything that happens now can be found in the past to find the real reason."

  —First Field Marshal of the Cenas Union, Ned Smith

   Finally, I couldn't help myself writing...

   (end of this chapter)