Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 165 Breaking Defense

   Commander Alaric sat on the ground, staring at the bridgehead not far away without saying a word.

   One after another, Heard warriors climbed over the camp wall and disappeared from view.

  No one knew what was happening on the other side of the low earth wall, they could only see the smoke rising, and all they heard was shrill roars and screams.

   Several blood-covered Heards climbed out of the wall, others on the edge of the ditch began to run back, and a Tulu was defeated.

   Alaric waved his hand, and another Turu screamed and ran to the Styx.

   Behind Haugekota, more than a hundred Heard warriors in heavy armor also sat on the ground.

   They are recharging their batteries, waiting for the final blow.

  …

  The Platonic people in the Hexi camp became more and more desperate.

   launched the ruthless Heard barbarians to pile up their corpses and climb the wall, and eight hundred troops took turns to go into battle, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.

  The battalion wall in the southwest has been dug by the Hurds with a gap of more than ten meters wide. It was only because Bud used a cart to build an inner wall and the support of the Montagne team to temporarily resist the attack of the Hurds.

  The Platoons sat slumped in the corner with their weapons, Winters walked in front of them, and the people who were still alive nodded silently to the second lieutenant.

   glanced over the faces of the sons he brought out from Wolf Town, and Winters suddenly had an idea: it can't be kept here.

The fall of the    city starts from the shattering of hope.

  Despair filled the camp, and the fighting spirit of the Paratus was rapidly disintegrating.

   But Winters couldn't blame anyone, and in his opinion it was a miracle that the militia had held up so far.

   A month ago, they were just a group of dutiful peasants who were temporarily recruited. They did the same hard labor as the miners every day, and they didn't receive half the wages of the miners.

  Now, they are trapped in the lonely castle at the bridgehead, and they are fighting with thousands of murderous Heard barbarians in turn.

   Winters gritted his teeth, and a sentence echoed in his mind: "This can't be done."

   The life-threatening bell rang again.

   "Barbarian!" The soldiers on the sentry tower shouted hoarsely: "It's coming towards the gap!"

   Winters climbed onto the platform and looked out the wall.

   Finally, the Hurds became impatient, and Alaric's team finally dispatched.

   Only hundreds of armored cavalry came, but the momentum of the charge was like a huge wave. The hoofs rolled up the smoke and dust that covered the sky, and even the earth trembled.

   The cavalry of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and the remnants of Lieutenant Colin also quickly approached the gap in the camp wall.

  However, the militiamen at the gap finally could no longer bear all this. One person threw down his weapon and turned around, and everyone fled.

   Winters shouted and blocked, but could not stop the people whose wills had broken down.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was furious, and Winters heard the roar of the other party from a distance: "Montagne! Clear out the deserters!"

   Winters did not move.

   "Clean up deserters!"

   Winters drew his saber and caught up with the deserter who was running ahead.

   He recognized who the deserter was. He knew the deserter's father, and he had met the deserter's mother and sister. He used to sit at the dining table in the deserter's house, and he used to stay warm by a campfire with the deserter.

   When the deserter looked back at him, what he saw was Vashka's terrified face.

The moment the    saber swung down, Winters trembled. He twisted the blade, and the blade was drawn on the back of Vashka's head.

  Washika fell to the ground, not knowing her life or death.

The    cruel method stunned the fleeing crowd for a while.

   "Run now, everyone has to die!" Winters Lema, shouted sharply: "Return to the front!"

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska arrived with Dussack, and the cavalry ruthlessly drove the defeated soldiers back to the gap in the camp wall.

  …

  …

The attack of the    Hed's Armour was eventually repelled, leaving dozens of corpses between the car barriers and the camp walls.

  The battle lasted from morning to evening, seeing the most elite Tulu also retreat, and the Hurds slowly withdrew.

   But everyone knows that the Hurd barbarians are only retreating temporarily, they are licking their wounds and regrouping.

  When tomorrow comes, nothing can stop them from taking the Hexi camp.

  After the Hurds withdrew, the traders who followed the baggage team requested to move the truck to the other side of the river, but Jiska couldn't get it right.

"It's not impossible to win!" At the meeting, Lieutenant Colin held his head and muttered to himself: "Hard barbarians are no more than a thousand-man team. We have more than 600 people, and we stick to the camp. With one enemy and two, how could we not be able to fight? win?"

   Winters couldn't bear it any longer, and interrupted him angrily: "That's not the six hundred standing army, it's a peasant! It's a coachman! It's a merchant! Recognize the reality, Lieutenant! If you can't hold it, you can't hold it!"

   "What do you mean?" Jesska looked at his subordinates.

  Winters got up, made a great ideological struggle, and said, "I'm going to evacuate my men to the other side of the river."

   Colin raised his head in amazement, he heard the second lieutenant's tone of firm and calm, but he saw the other side's lights on the wall dancing like wild beasts.

   Jesska pouted, leaned back on the chair, narrowed his eyes and asked the other two lieutenants, "How about you two?"

   Winters said immediately: "It has nothing to do with them."

   "They have mouths." Jessica said coldly.

  Bud put his saber on his knee and spoke at a leisurely pace: "What Lieutenant Montagne means is what I mean."

   "Me too." Andre replied in a muffled voice.

  Colin stood up bewildered, the poor honest man wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

   "Want to mutiny? Yes." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska sneered and put his boots on the table: "Kill me."

   The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

  Colin pulled Winters by the sleeve, almost begging: "Don't...don't be like this..."

   "Shh!" Winters motioned to the senior to keep silent: "Don't say it, don't ask. In the future, I'll just say I'm holding you hostage."

  The second lieutenant stared at the lieutenant: "Or, do you want to die?"

  Colin shivered and fumbled back into his chair.

"My men are over-fulfilled, whatever their obligations," Winters seemed to be saying to the lieutenant colonel, but it was more self-convincing: "They're half-paid civilians, not a standing army willing to eat rations. I won't let them die for an untenable camp."

Jesska shook his head gently and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't have personal feelings with soldiers. For Plato, this pontoon bridge is more important than the lives of 10,000 militiamen, don't you understand? ?"

"Fuck you! You think I care about **** Plato?" Winters burst out. "I care about the bridge? I care about winning or losing? I've wanted to do this for a long time! You think I care about you shit. ?"

   He pulled at the placket and asked hysterically, "Do you think I want to fight for you? Do you think I care about this uniform?"

   In his rage, Montagne punched the wall, and the boardroom trembled, and the wooden planks on the wall were broken in two.

  Jesska was also stunned by the sudden outburst, he sighed: "Kill me, it's up to you."

   "I'm saving the lives of the two of you." Winters took off the lieutenant colonel's and the lieutenant's saber and threw it to Bud: "Then you can put the blame on me at will, and I will never refute it."

  Leaving Bud to guard the two, Winters and Andre leave the board room.

After    went out, Andre grabbed Winters.

   "If you want me to say it, it's better to just..." Andre made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Throw it into the river, whatever we want to explain."

   Winters shook his head: "No need, I'll go back to Veneta after crossing the river, and I'm homesick too."

   "Really don't kill?"

"do not kill."

   "Alas." Andre was helpless: "Okay, let's wait for the brothers to go home and see if there is any small business."

"thanks."

   "Thank you for what?" Andrei showed a row of teeth: "A knife in both ribs."

  …

   That night, Second Lieutenant Montagne took command of the Geschka Brigade.

   Hexi Barracks immediately began to evacuate in an orderly manner. The wounded came first, the baggage came later, and the remains of the dead were also taken away by Winters.

   In order to prevent being discovered by the Hurd sentry, no lights or fires were lit during the whole process. The men and horses are titled, and the reflective weapons are carefully wrapped in sackcloth.

Lieutenant    Mason seemed to see a clue, but he said nothing.

   It was too late to dismantle the pontoon bridge, so I simply blasted it with gunpowder. The baggage team is most in need of gunpowder. There are several explosion points on the pontoon, which can be detonated at any time.

After    Winters led the remnants of the Colin Centuries, he set up the final car barriers at the bridge head.

   He did not rashly blow up the pontoon bridge. This supply line across the River Styx was of great importance. Blowing it up was likely to sentence the Paratus in front of him to death.

   Winters awaits the final attack of the Hurds.

  …

   The morning light was revealed, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was a pale blue.

   This is a good day for killing.

  Alaric, who was lining up, gradually noticed something strange.

   Looking down from the west side of the hillside, the barracks of the Paratus were lifeless, and no one could be seen behind the earthen wall.

   Make a fool of yourself? Or did the two-legged guy escape?

   But the pontoon bridge in the distance is still well across the Styx. If you run away, why not burn the pontoon bridge?

   The commander of the thousand called for the reconnaissance, but the sentry tower did not know the reason for the abnormality of the enemy camp.

   "No matter what the two-legged guy has plans." Alaric made up his mind: "The camp will be broken today!"

  …

   On the base of the bridge, Winters saw the Hurds on the hillside move.

   No longer attacked separately and took turns, but all Hurd cavalry launched together.

   It seems that the Hurds are no longer ready to consume the defenders, they want to make a final decision.

   "You go first." Winters ordered the others.

  The soldiers saluted, turned and ran across the river.

   Winters wanted to wait until the last moment.

  The cavalry of the Hurds was getting closer and closer, and they had already rushed down the hillside in a blink of an eye.

  Winters jumped off the base and rode his luck to the first blasting spot.

   The reserved gunpowder twist was a bit long, and after a little estimation of the time, Winters slashed the gunpowder twist in half with a knife.

   The more he got to this time, the more calm he became.

The   Hard cavalry had broken through the camp wall at this moment.

   "I'm afraid the barbarian Hart who can speak Continental is going to die of anger." Winters thought and lit the gunpowder.

   The medicinal twist wrapped in the twine began to "sizzle" and burn.

   Winters stepped on the stirrups, jumped into the saddle, and was about to go to the next blasting point when he saw Andre rushing towards him.

   "What is this for?" Winters wondered.

   He waved for Andrei to leave, but Andrei ignored the gesture and continued to approach.

   Winters saw Andre's mouth wide open, as if shouting.

  But the west wind was howling, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

   It wasn't until the distance got closer that the shouts coming from the wind came scattered into his ears.

"do not…"

"fry…"

  Winters looked back, his expression changed greatly, he got off the saddle and slashed the sizzling gunpowder with a knife.

After the    cut off, he kicked the unburned gunpowder into the river as if he was not at ease.

  Behind him, all the Hurd cavalry who had just broken through the camp wall withdrew and regrouped with their backs to the main camp.

   On the ridgeline of the hillside, silhouettes of cavalrymen appeared one after another.

  The comer suddenly jumped up the ridgeline from the reverse slope, as if a dragon-tooth soldier had drilled out of the soil.

   Winters doesn't know if he is an enemy or a friend, but judging from the attitude of the Hurds, he must be the enemy of the Hurds.

  After the Hurd cavalry in front of the camp wall had assembled, they charged towards the strange cavalry, at full speed from the beginning.

  The strange cavalry on the edge of the mountain started to move, but it controlled the speed of the horse and started to jog in small steps.

  It was only then that Winters, who had returned to the main camp, saw clearly that the strange cavalry who came were all long hard boots, black breastplates, and Morion helmets.

  Hard's cavalry swarmed up, the soldiers followed the ten commanders, the ten commanders followed the centurions, the centurions followed the thousand commanders, and there was almost no formation to speak of.

   And the formation of strange black armored cavalry gradually formed in the trot.

   They fought in nine rows, led by five cavalry at the front.

   Winters had never seen a cavalryman so precise in his pace.

   The distance between the front and rear of the black armored cavalry is always three times the distance between the left and right.

   So the overall formation of more than 500 cavalry, the horizontal width is twice the vertical width.

   Obviously the black armored cavalry suppressed the speed of the horses, but the shock they brought to people was far more than the Hurds who were galloping on horses.

  Alaric held his spear high, shouted loudly, and charged at the forefront.

   No matter how cowardly Hurds see Haugekota's appearance at the moment, courage will flow out of their hearts.

  Alaric never expected such an enemy reinforcement at this moment.

   In any case, this support army should not be here, but they came anyway.

   Fortunately, there are not many black armored cavalry. First deal with the reinforcements, then go back to attack the camp, and he can still achieve a glorious victory.

   "Come on! Come on! The descendants of the gods!" Alaric exclaimed wildly: "How could we lose the cavalry battle?"

   The black armored cavalry on the opposite side also started to speed up.

  Amid the deafening sound of hooves, two civilizations and two cavalrymen are about to collide.

  Alaric leaned over his horse, his spear desperately stretched forward. The cavalry is on a hedge, and the closer the weapon is to the enemy, the more advantageous it is.

   The same goes for the other Hurd cavalry.

   The Hurds, who did not have spears, took the initiative to slow down their horses and stayed in the back row, preparing for hand-to-hand combat after the hedging.

   The distance between the two sides was only a few horses. At this time, Alaric was surprised to find that the black armored cavalry was holding neither a spear nor a sword.

   They all held two strange-looking short guns.

   "How do you shoot a gun with one hand?" Alaric was puzzled.

   But time is too late to think.

   "Click!"

   Mars flashed, then red light, gun smoke, and gunshots.

   A series of gunshots.

   is a reed gun!

When the    approached to a distance that could no longer be approached, the first two rows of black armored cavalry pulled the trigger.

  Alaric only felt heat in his crotch and chest, and hot blood spurted out from the two wounds.

   More than half of the Hurd cavalry in the front row fell off their horses.

  The black-armored cavalry either pulled out another short gun from their boots, or simply abandoned the short gun and used page hammers and sabers for hand-to-hand combat.

   Amid the smoke, gunfire and screams, the two cavalry units fought each other.

  Alaric first fell off his horse, and was trampled by the Hurd cavalry behind him, and he was on the verge of death.

   In fact, even if he was not trampled, the two wounds on his crotch and chest were enough to take his life.

   His strength and spirit were rapidly fading away, and at the last moment before his death, there were only unwillingness and doubts in his heart.

   "I was already a commander before I was thirty. How could I die so early?"

  Taal Alaric, who knew everything beyond the steppe best among the Heard tribes - Storm the Eagle, passed away in endless grief at the age of twenty-nine.

   About the description of the pistol cavalry: "...not to fire with a pistol until close, and when designed at close range, they can easily target the opponent's face or straddle. The second row can also fire at the same time..."

The German pistol cavalry mercenary agreement states that a pistol cavalryman should be: "…excellent and courageous cavalry, skilled in combat and service, a true German, with good horses, equipped with breastplates, chain gloves, iron gauntlets, morion Helmet, and two pistols, a saber and a bony handle."

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