Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 159 Turukhaug and Naiman

After the    battle, the convoy was in a mess, and the living Paratus slumped to the ground panting heavily. The brutal battle just now had drained all their energy.

   There were militiamen crying while holding the dead bodies, their relatives and friends.

   "Who can speak Hurd?" Pierre, carrying a musket, was walking in the carriage house: "Anyone who can speak Hurd?"

   The only answer to him was to shake his head, or not to speak at all.

   "Hurd? No one understands it?" Pierre asked once he saw a living Paratus.

   "I will." A thin figure climbed out of the carriage: "What's wrong?"

   "You speak Heard? Hunter?"

  Bell was hit by a spear on the head, and his consciousness was still a little dizzy: "I will, before my mother passed away, our family lived in the Kushui Department."

   "Follow me." Pierre turned to lead the way: "The second lieutenant needs an interpreter."

  …

  The looper carried the cotton thread through the flesh, and Perrault, the barber and doctor of the brigade, was stitching up the wound on the shoulder of the lieutenant colonel.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska Damascus sat on the powder keg and listened to Lieutenant Budd reporting the battle damage.

   The militiamen and chariot drivers of the haulage team suffered more than 200 casualties, most of which were rout soldiers, and the casualties of the chariot battles accounted for the minority.

   There are dozens of people who are still missing, probably running into the wilderness in the chaos.

  There were also some losses of horses and vehicles…

   "Okay! Don't read it!" The lieutenant colonel waved his hand impatiently: "It's a big hit, it's not as good as a shopkeeper!"

  Bud put away the paper slip and said warmly, "There's no way to do this. The baggage team's stuff belongs to the public, but the store clerk's stuff belongs to the store clerk himself."

   In the face of the sudden attack of Hurd's light cavalry, the militiamen and coachmen under Jieska gave up their carriages, horses, and luggage without any resistance, and fled for their own lives, and finally turned into a rout.

   On the contrary, the small businessmen in the back team who were "protecting" desperately protected the carriages and horses, and fought with the Hurd cavalry with wooden sticks and pitchforks.

  Because the car contained all the belongings of many of them, if they were robbed, they would go bankrupt.

   "What about the Hurds?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska took a gulp of spirits to relieve the pain.

   "After a few runs, Lieutenant Cellini led someone to chase." Bud said casually: "Let Lieutenant Montagne is counting the remaining living and dead Hurds."

  Jesska glanced at Bud next to him, and said in a hoarse voice, "You did a good job today."

   "Thank you, sir."

   The one-eyed lieutenant colonel rarely boasted, but the second lieutenant of the cavalry, as always, could not see any mood swings.

  …

  Herd has few soldiers and can do not many things.

   The number of militias and coachmen in the haulage team was close to 600, which was not a small number.

   Not to mention 600 people, even if it were 600 pigs, the Hurds couldn’t kill them all in a while, not to mention that there were more than 300 Platoon traders behind them.

The advantage of    the Hurds lies in the surprise attack and the fact that the **** teams are scattered in convoys over a kilometer long.

  If they bring firelights, set fires, go in and out fast, there is nothing the Paratus can do to them.

   But the Hurds did not choose to burn the supplies - Lieutenant Colonel Jesska explained it as greed. "Fighting" and "looting" are one word in the Heddes, and the Heards want them all.

   In the face of the merchants who were particularly stubborn in resisting, the Hurds did not confront the hard-boiled people, and turned their heads to deal with the militiamen and coachmen who fled in a hurry.

   Then Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and Lieutenant Montagne attracted most of the Hurd's attention, and the pressure behind the convoy suddenly eased.

  When Andre returned to the convoy, he was encountering Bard commanding the merchants to surround the temporary car formation.

  The two discussed it one by one and decided that Andre would attack with Dussack who was still able to move to find out the situation of the battle.

   This is where Andre shouted the battle cry of the Third Legion and rushed into the car formation.

  …

  The barber Perrault took great pains to sew the edge of the knife, but his hands were shaking so badly that he could not tie the knot.

  Bud patted the barber on the shoulder and took the tweezers.

   "Those who are scattered must be gathered up." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska said thoughtfully.

"Yes."

   "You can't stay here for long, you have to leave as soon as possible."

"Yes."

  Badly ties the knot tightly and cuts the thread.

Lieutenant Colonel    took another gulp of spirits, and shouted while putting on his clothes: "Where is Montagne? Let him be quick, does it take so long to clean the battlefield?"

  …

   Winters is leading people to treat the wounded, identify and contain the bodies.

The    militiamen found several Heards who were still able to move. Winters wanted to interrogate but could not understand what the other party was saying.

  Jesska carried the saber and strode over: "What are you doing?"

   Winters saluted: "Lieutenant Colonel, what about the Hurds?"

   "What should we do?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska said inexplicably: "Deadly make up for the knife, and live to kill. Hurry up, we are leaving."

   Winters didn't speak, just nodded.

   "The troops gather and regroup. Let the vendors clean the battlefield, collect the armor and weapons, and give them the rest. They will be very happy."

   Winters nodded again.

Lieutenant Colonel    added: "By the way, don't forget to cut off the ear of the dead Heard and wear the earring."

   "What?" Winters frowned. "Why?"

   "Why? Exchange money!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska laughed dumbly.

   Pierre dragged the little hunter and ran over, shouting from a distance, "Sir, Bell knows Hedd!"

   "Does anyone understand Hede?" Jesska's eyes suddenly lit up.

  Pierre noticed that the lieutenant colonel was also there, and hurriedly saluted.

   "Who among you understands Held?" the lieutenant colonel asked the two little Dussacks.

   "Me." Bell said unhappily.

   "Where did you learn it?"

  Bell stared at the toe of the shoe: "My mother."

   Winters saw that the little hunter was in a bad mood, but Lieutenant Colonel Jesska obviously didn't care about the origin of the big head soldier.

Lieutenant Colonel    yelled at the others: "Bring all the Heards who are still alive!"

  …

   The still talking captive Heard was tied with his hands and feet and knelt in a row in front of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska.

   "Tell them, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with them." Lieutenant Colonel, leaning on his saber, glanced coldly at the captives: "What do I ask, what they answer, they will die if they don't say it."

  Bell translated listlessly.

   A Hurd raised his head and shouted at Bell. Winters didn't understand, but he could hear the anger in his tone.

   "What did he say?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska asked, pointing to the talking Hurd.

  Bell glanced at the lieutenant colonel with a complicated expression, then lowered his head: "He said, 'You are obviously a Hurd, why do you want to help a two-legged man'."

   The one-eyed lieutenant colonel sneered and slashed the head of the talking Hurd.

   The headless corpse smashed to the ground, blood pouring out from the fracture one by one. The head flew out a short distance and rolled on the ground a few times, eyes still wide open.

  Bell, the kneeling Hurds, the Platoons watching... Even Winters was taken aback, and some prisoners were even frightened to incontinence.

   "What do I ask! What do you answer!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's saber was still bleeding: "Translate to them."

   The conversation that followed went well.

  The Hidden cavalry who hid their faces under their iron helmets and charged with spears and swords seemed like devils and monsters.

   But in the end, they are also human beings who feel pain, fear, and cry. Stripped of their identities as soldiers, they are just herdsmen, no different from the militiamen of Paratou.

   "Which department do you belong to?" the lieutenant colonel asked.

   "Dog War Department."

   "What's your 'Tulucotta' called?"

   "Avier."

Lieutenant Colonel    stared at one eye and asked word by word, "Who is your 'Haugkota'?"

   The Heard who was being questioned froze when he heard the word "Haugkota" and said something in a low voice.

  Bell translated: "He said that the Ingubei was a small tribe with no Hauges."

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska didn't talk nonsense, he slashed to death the Heard who answered.

   Blood splattered on Bell's face, and the little hunter's body trembled uncontrollably.

Lieutenant Colonel    walked up to the third Heard captive and asked, "Who is your 'Haugkota'?"

   Without translation, the captive Heard spat out a name tremblingly.

   "Lieutenant Montagne!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska shouted.

"exist!"

   "Get everyone ready, we'll go right away."

"Keep going?"

   "Turn around and head east!"

  …

   The four cavalry fled desperately, and the Hurds on the saddle did not hesitate to use horsepower and beat the horses fiercely.

  Although he couldn't see it, the Hurd knew that somewhere behind him, a group of Platoon cavalry was chasing after him.

   The Hurds and the Platoons thus chased across the rolling wasteland, occasionally only seeing each other when they were both high up.

  The horse foamed at the mouth and climbed up a hill again. One of the Hurds looked back and shouted in surprise: "Look, the two-legged man has withdrawn!"

  [Note: The Hurds use the Hurd language. ]

   When the other Hurds heard the words and looked behind them, the Palatine cavalry on the field did not continue to chase, but ran away from them.

   It was very difficult to take off, and several Hurds let out a sigh of relief.

   The nerves that had been tense were finally relaxed, and one of the Hurds suddenly scolded his companion: "[Expletive]! You agreed to start at the same time, how did you come so late?"

   The scolded Hurd was furious: "It's obviously because you attacked too early!"

"Stop arguing, Aviye and Hehunshi are both dead, what's the point of arguing now?" Another Hurd shouted, "Where's Goka? The people who promised him took a back path, why haven't they seen him? he?"

  The others looked at each other, only to realize that the guys in charge of attacking the tail of the team didn't show up at all.

Second Lieutenant Andrea Cellini, who gave up the chase and was scolding and returning to the baggage team, didn't know that it was precisely because he hit "Goka" on the head that the Jesska brigade did not fall into custody today. The dilemma of three-sided attack.

  …

   The moon was dim, and the convoy set off torches and drove all night.

  Everyone was standing by, the arquebus was wrapped around their wrists, and the halberdiers marched in heavy armor.

  Winters rode the fortune to patrol the workshop, and the firelight reflected on the bust, making him look particularly eye-catching.

   It was the first time that he had dressed up neatly since the officer's armor was handed over to him.

  Where the silver-gray horses pass by, the militiamen salute silently.

   Winters heard someone whispering his name, turned his head to look back, and Andre showed his figure in the night.

   "I haven't worn it for so long, I'm not used to it." Andre patted the steel plate on his chest lightly, and now he was also in armor.

   "It's easy to put on, but hard to take off." Winters was a little ecstatic: "I wore it for a year last time, and I don't know when I will wear it this time."

  Andre laughed a few times and joked: "If Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and I were wearing it all the time, it wouldn't be worth it."

  Although muskets are a great threat to armor, it is always good to have multiple iron plates on your body when fighting melee.

  According to Winters' observation, the Hurds basically only have cold weapons, so Andre is not a lie.

   "That's right." Andrei asked: "Do you have any extra swords?"

   "What?" Winters couldn't hear for a moment.

   "Sword, military sword, straight."

   "There is a one-handed sword, and an unbladed longsword."

"lend me."

   Winters puzzled: "Don't you have a guy?"

"I have sabers in my hands." Andre slapped his thigh: "There are a lot of armored cavalry among the Hurds, I have suffered a big loss today. Lend me all your swords, you don't play cavalry anyway. Well."

"Fine."

   "I won't let you suffer either." Andre said brightly, "I received two Heard machetes today, steel tops, and I'll give you one."

   Winters asked jokingly: "Just give it away?"

   "I also want to keep a spare."

   The two chatted for a few words, but fell into silence unknowingly.

  Andre's sigh broke the silence. He looked at the night behind him and asked with some trembling, "Hey, Winters, do you think there are really a thousand Heard cavalry chasing us?"

  …

   In Hedd, "kota" means little leader, "turu" means centurion, and "houg" means thousand.

The   Hard people are organized in decimal system, a hundred people are a hundred people, a hundred people are a thousand people, and a thousand people are a thousand people.

  There is a wide range of offensive and defensive alliances among the Heard ministries, and in principle all chiefs are on an equal footing. In the event of war, each tribe must provide soldiers to the war chief [Warboss].

   Some tribes are so small that they can only take out half a turu. Even so, the Tulu of the small tribe has the same status as the Hauge of the big tribe and even the "Naiman [Team of Ten Thousand People]".

   So Haug must contain ten Tulus, but Tulus do not necessarily belong to a Haug.

   Because of this, Hurd's "Naiman" is extremely rare. The last time this system was created was thirty years ago. But whenever there are thousands of people in the great wasteland, the Plato people are in big trouble.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska did not know the "Haugkota" in Hurd's mouth, but he used this to confirm that the centurion who attacked the baggage team came from a "Haug".

   Even if most of the thousands of Hurd's troops were dissatisfied with the formation, one more Tuuru would be enough to destroy the baggage team.

   So Lieutenant Colonel Jesska decisively ordered to turn around and return to the previous camp.

  …

   "Not one thousand, at most nine hundred, we've already killed a centurion." Winters asked casually: "Afraid? Not like you."

  Andre took out his pipe from his bosom, and Winters helped him light it.

Lieutenant    Cellini took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Do you still remember those Heard slaves on Red Iwo?"

"Um."

"I can't forget the appearance of those Hurds who took off their clothes, smeared peat, and bit their daggers and climbed the wall." Andre knocked on the forehead and said slowly: "Although the sun sheep are all confident. , but if the Hurd people are not afraid of death like that, I don't think the Japanese sheep can win this battle."

   "Are you really scared?" Winters was really startled.

  Andre waved his hand: "It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just talking about things."

Winters thought for a while and said seriously: "It's not the same. The Hurds on Red Sulphur Island have a reason to look at death. They want to go home in their dreams. But most of the Hurds who fought with Plato probably did not. , but there are no Platos either. If it's bad, maybe Plato can win."

  Andre knocked the empty pipe on the heel of his boot, sighed, and said, "Yes, where can I find so many soldiers who are not afraid of death?"

   Winters couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect that a few of us would come to fight with the Hurd people. I don't know if those Hurd slaves came home?"

   The two casually chatted a few words, and then went around each other.

   Until late at night, the baggage team returned to the camp where they left in the morning. It was a humble makeshift camp without any effective fortifications at all.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska only gave everyone a two-hour break.

  Two hours later, the convoy will continue to march towards the fortified camp on the bank of the Styx.

   The Paratus in the convoy were busy filling their stomachs.

   Winters walked over to a carriage, opened the door, and found Father Rhett and the lion cub in the carriage.

   "That's all for now." Winters put a can of water and two loaves of bread on the seat: "I don't have time to make a fire now, make do with it."

  The hungry lion cub whimpered in dissatisfaction and begged for food.

   "You starve me first too!" Winters glared at the little lion: "I'll find you something to eat when I get there."

  The lion cub buried his head in his front legs and whimpered softly again, as if complaining.

   Now the size of the lion cub is close to that of an adult large dog, and its paws are as big as Winters' palms, and Winters can't hold it.

   Today, thanks to this "little" thing, the safety of Brother Reid was protected, but the lion cub was also exposed to the eyes of everyone in the team.

   Fortunately, the old **** stick casually made up a reason for "the Lord descended the lion to bless his servants", which really fooled those believers who worshiped him.

"This little guy has human nature and has a spirit. If he was in Celica, he wouldn't be able to be a royal cat." Brother Reid stroked the lion cub's mane and said, "It bit someone today. , but it's not a big problem, just don't let him taste human flesh."

   Winters nodded and said suddenly and solemnly, "Fellow Rhett."

   "I'm not used to your honorific title." The old monk was a little flattered.

   "When you reach the river, you and Father Kaman will cross the bridge, and I will send someone to take you back to Wolf Town."

   The old man smiled and asked, "Why, you can't pay the scribe's salary?"

   Winters showed his firmness with his eyes.

  The old **** stick made a joke and said: "That kid Kaman will leave if he wants to leave. But I can't. I once made a solemn oath to only go west and never return to the east. Are you forcing me to break my oath?"

   Winters is helpless: "I'm very serious, no joke."

   "I'm also very serious, no joke." The old magician laughed.

   Winters slammed the door, thinking, "Let Kaman arrange this."

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