Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 177 Iron shoulders bear the black pot

  While Winters was busy moving the Hurds, the battle in the Sackler division was heating up.

  Hard's army, with a little cavalry and drum noise, raised fire and feigned to attack the north wall.

   But they secretly dispatched elite soldiers, without lighting or making a sound, each armed with bows and knives, dismounted from their horses, and went straight to the pontoon behind the camp.

   But the barbarians underestimate Sackler's sense of smell.

Brigadier General    saw through the reality of the Hurds and quickly adjusted the deployment accordingly.

   He first dispatched Robert's brigade to stand at the bridgehead, and then concentrated the musketeers in the battalion on the south wall.

  The area between Robert’s phalanx and the southern wall of the camp is completely covered by muskets, and any enemy passing through this place will encounter cross-fire from multiple directions.

  The figure of the Hurd was illuminated by the fire arranged in advance by Sackler, and the Platoon musketeer fired a round of platoons.

   This narrow space with a width of ten meters was bombarded with lead bullets, turning it into a killing area.

  Hard's armored soldiers charged with platoons of guns, and before they got close to the pontoon bridge, they made one stop out of four.

   When he was fighting with the Palatine Square at close range, he was continuously bled by the musket behind him. They quickly lost their hold and began to retreat.

The soldiers of   Robert's brigade watched the barbarians retreat, and before they could lick their wounds, another group of armored barbarians attacked them with machetes.

   There is no time to breathe. The gunfire, shouting, and fighting continue. Tonight is doomed to be difficult.

  The Hurds thought that the three thousand Praetian infantry wanted to use the pontoon to retreat, so they selected elites and took turns to attack the pontoon.

   But in fact, Sackler had no idea of ​​withdrawing to the south bank at all. The pontoon sent by the Jesska brigade was purely unexpected.

  The pontoon even brought forward the attack time of the Hurds, knocking Sackler's battle plan into chaos with a hammer.

   But the accident has already happened, no matter how angry you are.

General   Sekler took advantage of the situation and used the pontoon bridge as bait to lure the Hurds to attack, using muskets to continuously kill and injure the enemy's daring elites.

After    four advances and four retreats, the Hurds also sensed that something was wrong—the two-legged guy was bleeding with a knife.

  The Hurds resolutely changed their strategy, and the frontal feint turned into a strong attack, and the pressure on the camp defenders increased sharply.

   Sackler had to transfer some of the musketeers to other places for support.

After    dispersing the forces of the Palatine Army, the Hurds began to use some messy tactics in an attempt to win by surprise.

  The barbarians first brought dozens of war horses to the front of the phalanx, and their tails were tied with hay and greased.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert was a little puzzled at first. When he saw flames rising from the horse's butt, he realized what the barbarians wanted to do.

   "Fire Horse" neighed and rushed towards the phalanx, and Heard's swordsmen and archers then covered up.

The   Hards' tricks surprised the Paratus people, but the width of Robert's phalanx was very narrow - less than ten meters, making it difficult for the fire horse to crash into the phalanx accurately.

  Lieutenant Roy jumped out of the phalanx to face the flaming horses, which was a sound explosion, and the Platoon musketeers also opened fire.

   Although the horse was frightened, it did not foolishly ram the spear and firelight. Slightly deflected, he swept across the edge of the phalanx and fled along the river bank.

   Losing the cover of the Fire Horse Array, the Hurds were once again exposed to the Paratus. After several rounds of muskets and hard bows, the Hurds, who were obviously at a disadvantage, retreated again in embarrassment.

   The plan of the fire horse to break the phalanx failed, and the Hurds who stormed the camp wall also retreated.

   Except for the whining of the dying, nothing was heard on the battlefield for a while.

  Robert's brigade did not take a break. They immediately started digging trenches around the phalanx.

   Taking advantage of the gap between the battles, half of the soldiers from the brigade quietly left the camp and went to replenish Robert's brigade.

   They carried the gunpowder and lead that Robert's brigade desperately needed, as well as Sackler's instructions.

"Sir, the general ordered me to tell me. The barbarian's commander is obviously unable to hold his breath, and is likely to overwhelm the entire army. As long as you can withstand the last round of offensive, you will be the first credit tonight." Captain William repeated carefully. .

   "What is the first feat?" Robert sneered again and again, shoved the shovel in his hand on the ground, and said disdainfully: "The old man likes to fool people with such cheap words! Let's talk about it if we can hold on to it!"

  Captain William didn't know how to answer, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

   "Why are you standing there stupidly?" Robert glared at the captain: "Whoever brought you, hurry up and dig a trench!"

  The Hurd people who were silent for a long time began to shout in unison again, with a strong momentum.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert took a sip and continued digging the trenches.

   In the darkness, I could vaguely hear the footsteps of the Hurds approaching.

   "Fire!" the lieutenant colonel ordered.

   Several soldiers ran out to light the fire, and ran back to the phalanx as if they were fleeing.

  The firelight found out the figure of the enemy. This time there were more barbarians than the previous waves combined.

   But the equipment is poor, leather robes, iron helmets, and armor are mixed, far less than the elite armored soldiers before.

   It seems that the barbarians are really overwhelmed by the whole army, and they plan to kill Robert's brigade by numbers.

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert set up his defenses and waited for the enemy to enter the range. He regretted not taking a few artillery guns out.

  The cannon is equipped with shotgun shells, which can beat this densely advancing rabble beyond finding the north.

   "What if I had two guns now? Even two pounders. No, one would do." Robert murmured about the rigid way he used his artillery.

   Every time the Hurds took a step forward, they shouted in unison to strengthen themselves.

Lieutenant    Roy saw that the furthest fire was trampled down, and ordered loudly: "Musket, prepare!"

  The musketeers walked to the outermost periphery of the square, set up their muskets, and pressed their shoulders against the wooden support.

   Immediately afterwards, the second fire was trampled down.

   "Open the gunpowder pool!" Roy amplified his voice with magic.

  The musketeers opened the lid of the gunpowder pool.

  The fire represents the distance. When the third fire is trampled out, it means that the enemy has entered fifty meters.

   All the Platoons held their breaths, gritted their teeth, and waited for the battle to begin.

   But the Musketeers did not wait for the lieutenant's order, and they heard a series of harsh gongs - from behind Heard.

   Hearing the sound of the gong, the menacing Hurd turned around and ran.

  Robert's brigade since the lieutenant colonel was at a loss for a while, and they didn't understand what the barbarians were doing.

  Sekler, who was guarding the camp wall, watched the Hurds light their torches and receded like a tide, almost vomiting a mouthful of old blood.

   He kept his strength all the time, deliberately showing the enemy to be weak, and even deliberately let the feinted Hurds enter the camp wall several times, just waiting for the barbarians to launch a general attack.

   Later, the scout reported: There are red clouds in the northwest horizon, suspected of being on fire.

   Sackler's mind was like electricity, and he guessed it in an instant.

   "Jesska!!"

  …

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska sneezed.

   Winters, who rode side by side with the lieutenant colonel, handed over his handkerchief.

  Jesska gave the second lieutenant a slightly surprised look, took the handkerchief and wiped his nose.

Lieutenant Colonel    suddenly frowned and asked, "Why does it smell weird?"

   "Really?" Winters took the handkerchief, suddenly remembering what the handkerchief had done.

   He took a few sniffs without changing his face, and said calmly, "I smell a little weird, too, sweat?"

  Beside them, the militiamen were driving to the garrison, and everyone was happy.

   There are only three things on your mind right now: gold, gold, or gold.

  The golden man is too heavy and heavy, two carriages are nailed together as one, and it can be moved by eight horses.

   Uncle Giovanni was a gold and silversmith, and Winters knew the approximate algorithm.

   According to the density of gold, he roughly estimated that the golden man weighed two tons at least.

If    is evenly distributed on each person’s head, it is almost four kilograms. Not to mention two golden cups, if the taste is vulgar enough, you can hit a golden toilet.

  The militiamen did not have the concept of four kilograms of gold. When they first heard it, everyone's reaction was mediocre. They only thought: Well, it seems like a lot of money.

   So Winters changed the calculation method - 1123 ducats.

  1123… gold coins?

  Someone fainted on the spot.

   "What are you daydreaming about?" The lieutenant colonel scolded everyone: "It's not ours until we move back."

   The militiamen woke up like a dream and started loading the golden man with red eyes.

  Others saw that the golden man was only greedy, but Lieutenant Colonel Jesska showed fear on his face.

   What worries him is not the gold, but the owner of the golden man who sacrificed to the sky, the Teltown Department.

  Since the Jinjin people are here, it means that the Teltown Department has already participated in the war.

   The scale of the war...is getting out of hand.

   Knowing that it might be the main camp of the Teltown Department, Winters' first reaction was to drop the Golden Man and retreat immediately.

   But gold is charming, looking at what everyone looks like now, I'm afraid they would rather die than move the golden man away.

   The Jesska battalion is out of control, and Lieutenant Colonel and Winters are probably the only people who are still sane.

  Eight horses dragged the golden man galloping across the wasteland, and the coachman ruthlessly beat the animals.

   From time to time, a horse froze and fell down, but the Platoons ignored it, and immediately put on another horse.

  Because of the capture of a large number of Hedma, it can be used indiscriminately like this.

   Running and running, the car will also break down, and the Paratus people have no time to repair it, so they just push the new car.

  The carriage and the horse are all replaceable parts at the moment.

   Even so, the travel speed is too slow.

   The further he went, the more anxious Winters became.

  Telltown will never give up, and the pursuers will come as soon as they say it.

   The thing dragging on the car is probably not gold, but a curse of death.

  The original expressionless face of the golden man now looked like a mockery in Winters' eyes.

   When the interruption is continuous, it will suffer from chaos. Winters had made up his mind, but he didn't know how much weight his prestige had.

   "No! Stop!" Winters called the parking team and ordered everyone: "Unload the golden man."

   He thought about it and added, "Buried."

  …

   Before dawn, the Jesska Brigade returned to Beiqiaozhai safely with the spoils.

   Anyone who can or cannot ride a horse is on horseback.

   About an hour later, early morning.

   Beiqiaozhai Sentinel was surprised to find that the small bridgehead had been surrounded by Hurd people.

   A red-faced Hed with a spear and a helmet, demanded to negotiate, and he even brought an interpreter.

   Winters took the little hunter out of the camp.

   "[Hede] hand over the golden man, and I will spare you today." The red-faced Heard man went straight in: "[Hede] eggs will only be shattered when they hit a stone."

  Winters got the answer he wanted, he laughed loudly: "Want? Get it yourself."

   After saying that, he drove his horse away and stopped talking to the Hurd people.

   In this chapter, it may be interesting to add some oil paintings as illustrations. Although "the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth", the feeling may be similar, I will try some;

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