Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 129 Deathmatch

   The old hunter roared and opened his longbow like a full moon, but with a flash of cold light, the heavy arrow swept across the mountain stream. Guided by the wind, the arrow pinpointed the bear's left eye.

  Plasma, mixed with other things, burst out of the bear's eye socket. The kinetic energy of the arrow did not run out, but continued to drill deeper until the arrow shaft sank more than three inches into the left eye.

   But even the hardest longbow and the heavier arrows hit the eye directly and failed to kill the beast, but made it even more dangerous.

   Under the stimulation of heart-piercing pain, the giant bear instantly became violent. With a roar that made the mountains tremble, it abandoned Winters at hand, and leaped across the river to tear the old hunter to shreds.

   The old hunter who sprained his ankle did not run, but just stood there and continued to shoot arrows at the beast.

   He shoots fast and accurately, and the stiff bow with nearly two hundred pounds of tension is like a toy in his hand. The bowstring vibrated one after another, and each arrow hit the head of the beast with precision.

   But the arrow could not penetrate the hard skull of the beast, and he ignored the giant bear with the arrow stuck on its head. The impact caused thousands of splashes in the river, and the shoal that was six or seven meters wide looked ridiculous under it.

   The old hunter had nowhere to run or escape, and Ralph roared, shooting arrow after arrow at the bear in vain.

  Slightly regained consciousness, Winters struggled to get up from the ground. He picked up the stone and smashed it at the beast: "Don't run! Come and kill me!"

  30 meters away from the giant bear in an instant, the old hunter watched the beast getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes in despair.

  The giant bear was less than ten meters away from Ralph. At the critical moment, a black horse with a tall head galloped out from the bend of the downstream river.

   Seeing that Ralph's life was hanging by a thread, the black horse rider couldn't dodge and slammed into the giant bear.

  Rao was such a huge beast, and he was staggered by the sprinting horse.

   But the horses and riders were worse off. Not knowing how many bones were broken, the warhorse fell in the river, screaming in pain, struggling to get up.

  The rider on the saddle was thrown straight away. He drew an arc above the giant bear's raised shoulder blades and fell heavily into the river.

Of course    Winters recognized the black steed, Girard's favorite.

   "Mayor Mitchell!" He yelled and ran towards Girard's position.

  The giant bear, which was balancing from the staggering, became more and more furious. It smashed the skull of the dark horse with one blow with its huge palm, and Girard Mitchell's favorite horse, Hehanwu, was killed on the spot.

  When the ferocious beast tried to shred the human who was shooting arrows, more riders rushed out from the bend of the downstream river.

  Reinforcements are here, and Dussack is here.

   "Grass! Does this thing eat shit? It grows so big! Grass!" Old Sergey scolded, and rode his red-yang red horse quickly past the hunter.

   Amidst the lightning and flint, one person and one horse, Ralph grabbed Sergey's outstretched arm and jumped onto the horse's back with a set of acrobatic movements.

   Chi Yanghong's speed did not decrease, and in the blink of an eye, he carried the two to a dozen meters away.

   The giant bear roared and wanted to hunt down Ralph, and two more horses passed by it. When passing by the giant bear, the rider on horseback threw a javelin at the speed of the horse.

The kinetic energy that the   javelin can carry is far more than that of arrows.

  The spear-throwing Dussack saw the javelin hit, and immediately grabbed the rope tied to the javelin and pulled it in the opposite direction of the horse.

   At the same time, more Dussacs arrived on the battlefield. Although they were all terrified by the size of the giant bear, they quickly recovered and threw their javelins at the giant bear at the speed of their horses. Once they hit, they immediately pulled the rope in the opposite direction.

  The crowd rides hunting beasts, like a pack of wolves fighting a bear.

Another horse rushed to Winters with an unridden red horse. Girard's son Pierre got off the saddle, held the reins of the red horse and shouted: "Brother Winters! Ray Day gram!"

   This unmanned red horse is Winters' red mane, Ryzhik, and Pierre brought the red mane to Winters.

   "Leave me alone! Go save your dad!" Winters yelled anxiously: "Your dad fell into the river!"

   Pierre's face changed greatly, and he turned and rushed into the river.

   Winters helped Pierre and dragged Girard, who had fallen unconscious, to the shore.

   "We thought you were dead!" Pierre said incoherently: "We saw the floating horn cup and immediately went upstream."

   "Not dead yet." Winters laughed, spitting out **** spit.

  The people behind Winters were taken aback when they saw Red Mane returning alone. Mayor Mitchell immediately led Dussack to throw off the horseless militia and followed the instructions left by the old hunter at full speed.

   Fortunately, the Dussacks came to rescue Winters and Ralph. The militiamen of several other villages still don’t know where they are.

   Winters first pulled the water out of Girard's tongue, leaned over Girard's chest and listened, and then probed into Girard's breath.

  Pierre knelt beside him, bewildered.

   "There's still air! Come and help!"

  The two worked together to lift the unconscious old Dussack to the horse, and Winters put Pierre on the saddle: "Take your father away! Hurry up! Go to the priest Kaman!"

After   , he slapped Pierre's mount hard.

  The horse was in pain and ran with its hooves. Pierre gave Winters a complicated look, and the horse disappeared into the shadows of the trees at the bend of the river.

  Old Sergey and Ralph rode a horse across the river and turned back to Winters.

   "Sir! This can't be done! Let them all disperse! All withdraw!" The old hunter couldn't help shouting a dozen meters away.

  The giant bear in the river has more than 20 javelins inserted into it, and the riders are pulling the ropes in all directions to the west. The beast seems to be unable to move for a while.

"why?"

   "This beast has a wound in its mouth and can't eat. As long as we consume it, it won't be able to hold on sooner or later." The old hunter rushed to Winters and said anxiously: "Now this is drawing out its ferocity!"

   Winters understood what the hunter meant, he jumped on the red mane and ran to the giant bear, shouting at the Dussacks with the blessing of amplifying: "Let go! Spread! Spread!"

   However, it was too late, and the immobility was just an illusion. The giant bear roared and swung his body, and several Dussacs who didn't react were dragged from the saddle directly, and the ropes of the others were also released.

   lost the control of the rider, the warhorse could no longer resist the natural fear of beasts, and threw the rider away in horror.

The giant bear immediately pounced on a fallen Dussack. Winters didn't have time to think about it. He pulled a javelin directly from the saddlebag of the rider beside him, and stabbed the horse's ribs in a clamping position towards the giant. The bear charged at full speed.

  The power of the man and the warhorse converged at the same time at the tip of the spear and hit the flesh and blood of the giant beast. Winters felt like his right shoulder was being ripped off, but the javelin in his hand also pierced deeply into the bear's back.

The    giant bear let out a painful roar, turned around and patted Winters with its front paws, Red Mane nimbly avoided the counterattack, and returned a dozen meters away after a few kicks.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, the other riders rescued the fallen Dussacks.

  The giant bear did not attack again. It stood in the river, gasping violently for the humans looking around.

   His nose and mouth are spewing hot air with blood foam from time to time. More than a dozen javelins were inserted into its body, and the blood gushing from the wound dyed the river under it a dark red, extending downstream.

   Humans and beasts faced off like this.

   The giant bear let out a whimper, and this wild creature is now at the end of the road.

   There was no anger in its eyes, only despair, sadness, and pain in the bleak eyes of this creature.

"You ate people, and you are destined to have such a day!" Winters plucked the horse forward with a spear, he understood that the beast in front of him couldn't understand the words of human beings: "Just make a break here! I will end your pain. !"

   As if it really had spirituality, the giant bear wailed again in response to Winters' words.

   It shook its head twice—with Ralph’s heavy arrow still stuck in it—and swooped down on the riders standing down the river.

   Dussack, who was standing in front of it, did not dare to shake the rampant beast, and he moved his horse to avoid it. The giant bear did not chase the rider and bite, but ran downstream along the river after rushing out of the encirclement.

"It's as small as a katydid insect and as big as a bear and tiger. Except for humans, no creature will give up the desire to survive." The old hunter came to Winters and said softly, "That beast can't understand you, it means everything to it. It's just nature."

"Let's chase! Two people ride together, the horses can't run fast, so only one person on a horse. Follow me with the horse, and the others follow from behind. Give a horse to Ralph!" Winters methodically He sorted out the team in front of him.

   Taking this opportunity, Winters retrieved the two muskets. The Dussacs who had just fallen off their horses jumped off their companions' mounts, and several of them set off upstream to find their warhorses.

   Sergey ordered a rider, and Dussac, who was assigned, reluctantly gave up his horse to Ralph.

   A team of men and horses quickly sorted out and set off downstream along the blood trail.

  Old Sergey suddenly remembered something, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "No! Those peasants are behind us, I'm afraid they will run into that beast!"

   Premonitions are often good and bad spirits and bad spirits.

   Realizing that something was wrong, Winters led the Dussacks to chase at full speed.

   chased to a shoal three or four kilometers downstream, and they lost track of the giant bear.

   It's not that there is no blood, but there is blood everywhere.

   Apparently the militiamen behind hit the injured giant bear here, some were killed and injured, and the rest were scared away.

"It's broken! It's really. He. Mom ran into him!" Old Sergey scolded: "This man's blood is mixed with bear blood, why are we chasing it? "

   "Those who can join the militia are brave men!" Second Lieutenant Montagne glared at Sergey: "Mr. Morozov, stop insulting them!"

   Old Sergey closed his mouth shyly.

   "Can you tell?" Winters asked the hunter.

  Ralph dismounted from the horse, identified it carefully for a while, and pointed to the woodland southwest of the river beach: "That beast should have gone this way!"

  The Dussacs all looked a little terrified, and they could ride horses and deal with giant bears on the open river beach. But the woodland is the home of wild beasts, and riding a horse would be very inconvenient.

   "Ralph and I head off." Winters loaded the two guns with ammunition: "Don't fight recklessly, everyone be careful."

   "I shouldn't have run far!" The old hunter cheered the crowd loudly.

   Along the traces of blood and destruction, a group of riders each armed with weapons entered the woodland to search carefully.

The action of the    giant bear seemed to be becoming slow and staggering, the triangular pyramid-shaped javelin tip made it difficult to close the wound, and the blood in the forest not only did not decrease, but instead increased.

   However, the lush vegetation caused serious obstacles to the movement of the riders, and it was easy to lose sight, and the distance of the team inevitably gradually lengthened.

   The peaceful forest on weekdays has now become particularly dangerous in the hearts of everyone.

   "Lord! Look! Someone marked!" Ralph suddenly pointed to a fresh, bare tree trunk.

   "There may be militiamen chasing that thing ahead." Winters took the musket out of the saddlebag: "Keep chasing!"

   goes on and still has this mark. Apparently it wasn't a coincidence, but someone used a knife to draw an arrow on the bark to indicate the direction.

   Winters and Ralph no longer doubted either, calling for the other riders to assemble and chasing quickly in the direction of the mark.

   But after passing through a large birch forest, the marks and bloodstains disappeared on the edge of a low cliff. This is where the previous marker indicated, but there was nothing on the trees on the edge of the cliff.

   "The mark is gone!?" The old hunter was surprised and suspicious.

   "Down below?" Winters frowned and steered closer to the bluff.

   They were about eight or nine meters above the surface in front of them, and it seemed that a subsidence had occurred here, forming this low cliff.

   Just as Winters drove his horse to the edge of the low cliff, a voice-changing voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Be careful!"

   was followed by a horrific roar, and the giant bear that everyone had been chasing rose from below the ground, opening its **** mouth and biting at Redmane's front legs.

  It wasn't until then that Winters realized that there was a huge burrow on the edge of the low cliff, and the giant bears squatted here as their nests. But because of the angle of view, the cave can only be seen when you walk to the edge of the low cliff.

  Redmane was frightened, stomped on the ground, jumped to dodge, and would avoid the sharp teeth of the giant bear. But Winters, who couldn't react, was thrown off the saddle and fell to the ground with a gun.

   Before Winters could catch his breath, the giant bear, who missed a hit, abandoned the red mane and lunged at him with a roar.

  The giant bears attacked, and Ralph, Sergey and the other Dussacks were unable to rescue them.

   At the time of his life and death, Winters gritted his teeth and rolled directly out of the low cliff.

  This beast missed two hits, and jumped off the low cliff with a roar.

   Before the Dussacks could react, another thin figure with a spear ran out of the woodland, shouting and chasing after the giant bear and jumping down.

   When his body fell and rolled uncontrollably along the cliff, Winters clung to the musket in his hand. Because he knew that this was his only life.

   However, he did not expect that the giant bear that jumped down actually landed before him. Its body hit the ground heavily, but the beast just shook its head and stood up again.

The moment    fell to the bottom of the cliff, Winters endured the pain and raised his gun to aim at the giant bear.

   At the same time, the giant bear also roared towards Winters.

   Time seemed to stop at this moment.

   If he was lucky, he might be able to put the 35g buckshot into the beast's mouth - but that wouldn't kill it, Winters had already tried.

   Shooting? Or wait? There is only a moment to make a decision.

   Accompanied by a shrill cry, a thin figure jumped down from the low cliff, and the spear in his hand plunged straight into the neck of the giant bear.

  On its own strength, it is impossible for this emaciated primate to pierce the sebum of a giant bear. But gravity came to the rescue—although no one knew what gravity was in this day and age—to make it all possible.

  Height is speed, and speed is power. Like a hot knife cutting butter, the spear tip pierced through the fur, fat, and muscle at the neck of the giant bear, and penetrated from top to bottom and plunged into the soil.

  The giant bear was hit on the ground by this heavy blow, and blood spurted out from the wound.

   But this savage beast was not immediately dead. It stood up again on its front legs, shaking its neck to try to get rid of the foreign object stuck in its neck and the human on it.

   But no matter how brute force the giant bear exerted, he couldn't throw that thin figure off his body. The thin figure was holding onto the spear shaft, causing the giant bear to inflict more damage with every swing.

   Only then did Winters, who escaped from death, see the face of this ferocious, thin spearman - it was Anglo, the pony of Dousa Village.

   Then it became clear what that shrill and inaudible cry was, "Teleqing".

   Winters struggled to get up, Anglo created a chance for him, he couldn't waste it. He dashed to the bear, and the moment he inserted the barrel of the gun into the bear's ear canal, Winters ignited the gunpowder.

With a    "Boom", the fragments were shot in all directions, and Winters was shocked and dazzled. The lead bullet was not fired smoothly, and the arquebus blew into two pieces in his hand.

   This heavy arquebus has exploded.

  The giant bear became even more frantic, and it rushed towards Winters frantically. Winters, who was caught off guard, was thrown to the ground by the giant bear. Winters, who was in desperation, grabbed the cartridge to block the bite of the giant bear.

   The next second, he ignited the gunpowder.

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