Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 182 Paper Packaging Medicines

  The barbarians are mad—the Platoons are sure of that.

The   Telltown team had already surrounded the bridgehead on three sides and fought hard regardless of whether it was a main attack or a feint attack.

  More than 20 thousand troops took turns to go into battle, and the barbarian chiefs personally led the guards to supervise the battle.

   The fleeing Hurds were shot and killed by random arrows before they could run a few steps.

   Going forward is death, going backward is also death, and the barbarian is also red-eyed.

   The horse-rejecting stakes at the front have not yet been cleared, and the people behind will push the fort wall with a crudely made wooden ladder.

   At first they also tried to fill the trench with soil, but that was too slow.

   So the barbarians simply pushed the human and horse corpses directly into the trench, and tied the wooden ladder to the shield to form the bridge.

   In the end, this is just a temporary fortress, the walls are not high enough and the trenches are not deep enough.

   Relying on the corpse stacking tactic, the Hurds quickly filled out the "road", and then the cloud ladder built the fort wall.

   was attacked on three sides, and the pressure of the Palatine army suddenly increased sharply.

   It was all thanks to the four centurions taking turns to lead the troops out of the fort to counterattack: killing the enemy under the wall, and clearing the corpses and sand in the trenches in the rain of arrows, the Hurd army failed to reach the city.

  The results were remarkable, and the price was equally huge, because the Hurds would never let go of the opportunity to fight at close quarters with the Paratus.

   With each attack, more than one-fifth of the men were unable to return, and the same number were wounded.

   Among the four centurions, Winters and Budd won the lottery one after another. If it weren't for the heavy armor, they really don't know how many times they have died.

Lieutenant    Sanu - Winters' sea blue countryman - was knocked unconscious by a page hammer, and his men fought hard to get the second lieutenant back unconscious, but Sanu was incapacitated.

   Lieutenant Otiba was unfortunately shot through the left armpit by an arrow. Before being sent to Father Kaman for treatment, the lieutenant died.

   The lieutenants in the fort went to the second, and only Mason, the artillery officer, stayed in the safest place and was carefully protected.

   At this moment, Mason is the most valuable human resource in this mound.

   On the four-cornered bastion and the triangular fort in front of the gate, the sound of gunfire did not stop for a moment.

  The face and hands of the musketeers were smoked with black ashes, as if they had just crawled out of a heap of coal.

   The propellant prepared in advance has been used up, and how much gunpowder is poured into the barrel now depends on the musketeer's hand.

  In this way, accidents are inevitable.

   During the battle, the muskets exploded one after another, and the unfortunate musketeer was directly killed by the broken barrel fragments.

   Those who survived had their faces and hands blown to pieces.

   Soldiers became more and more afraid of muskets.

The screams of    comrades still echoed in their ears, making them afraid to aim carefully, and more and more musketeers fired their guns indiscriminately and it was over.

   Winters was heartbroken, and he simply took down twenty of the most skilled musketeers and let them be responsible for preparing propellant for others.

  Because the lead bullets were also fired early, there was such a spectacle on the battlefield: the guns in the front kept ringing, and the people behind were busy melting lead, casting bullets, and dispensing gunpowder.

   so that the lead was still warm when it was handed to the musketeers.

   And because of the lack of wooden cylinders, gunpowder hurriedly took a bag of straw paper and sent it to the fort wall.

   One of the musketeers, in order to save the trouble, ignored the order to reuse the paper packs - because the paper was limited - tore small openings in the paper packs with his teeth and poured gunpowder into the barrels.

  According to the shooting process, the lead bullet should be wrapped with sackcloth and fed into the gun chamber.

   But trying to save trouble, the musketeer was in a hurry, wrapped the lead bullet in paper, and stabbed it hard into the barrel with a pass.

   In this way, it saves the time of cutting cloth.

  Two small improvements, the reload speed of the musket has been significantly improved.

   Seeing that this is quick and easy, the musketeer's fellow Tent Paoze also learned the same way.

   Subsequently, more and more musketeers began to follow suit.

   The paper found that the gunpowder was getting less and less at the rear, so he quickly reported to Lieutenant Montagne.

   Learning that someone deliberately destroyed the paper bag, Winters, who was sewing the wound, was furious, grabbed the saber, and strode straight to the wall.

  The needle and thread used to sew the wound are still hanging from his leg, dangling back and forth.

   "Needle! Your lord! Don't step on the needle!" The military doctor panicked and chased after him, but he couldn't catch up with the centurion.

   Enraged Lieutenant Montagne just wanted to see which **** dared to destroy the "Arsenal", and then cleaned him up himself.

   But when Winters saw the loading process of this [paper-packed medicine], his anger dissipated in an instant.

   Soon, Winters found the Musketeer who first invented this process.

  The frightened Musketeer was brought before the "Blood Wolf" - he didn't know the name of the centurion in front of him, only the nickname.

The    Musketeer originally thought he was dead, and no matter how lucky he was, he couldn't escape a whip, but the atmosphere seemed to be different from what he imagined.

  The musketeer lowered his head uneasily, and quietly looked at the blood wolf with his peripheral vision.

   Blood Wolf sat on an empty powder keg, with his left leg resting on another powder keg, and the barber was stitching up the arrow wound on his leg.

   "What's your name?" the other party said.

   Compared to the rumors the Musketeer had heard, the blood wolf's voice was surprisingly gentle.

   But the Musketeer shuddered involuntarily: "Niemi."

   "You're not from Wolf Town, are you?" Blood Wolf gasped, the stitches obviously hurt: "I can even name someone from Wolf Town."

"no."

   "You're not on my centurion either, are you? My people, I can almost call the full."

   "Not here." Niemi felt that his life should be taken back: "I'm in Chief Otiba's centurion."

   "Oh." The blood wolf looked a little sad, and he asked again: "Tear off the paper bag and use the paper bag as a bullet rest, did you first start?"

  Niemi's heart tightened instantly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said hesitantly, "Sir, I...I don't know..."

   Seeing that the other party was at a loss, Winters guessed that he did not find the wrong person.

   "You did a great job, and I called you to reward you." He said it was a reward, but Winters searched all over his body and couldn't find any money.

   However, the words had already been said, and he was really embarrassed to say, "I didn't bring any money today, I'll give it to you later" and so on.

  Looking around, Winters had an idea, grabbed the saber and handed it to Niemi.

   Seeing the blood wolf reaching out and touching the saber, Niemi trembled in fright, and then he found out that the blood wolf was going to give him the saber.

   "No no no." Niemi stepped back again and again and waved her hands desperately.

"What can't you have?" Winters explained: "This scabbard is inlaid with gold, and the knife itself is a good knife. I don't have any money today, so I will take this saber to you first. When the battle is over, you will Come to me with it. If I die, you leave this knife behind. After all, it won't let you suffer, what do you think?"

   "No, I dare not ask for it! I dare not ask for this."

"You have to mortgage your debts, it's only natural, take it." Winters shoved the saber to Niemi: "Take your comrades in arms, teach the other musketeers, teach them all. I'll get you some more. paper."

  …

   "What are you doing?" Father Kaman held the folio, looked at Winters vigilantly, and stepped back: "Don't come here."

   "Temporary requisition." Winters pressed step by step, promising to promise: "I will buy another copy and return it to you when I return to Palatu."

   "I'm a folio!" Kaman was furious - this was the first time the young priest got angry at Winters.

   [Note: A folio is a book that is cut in opposite directions and bound into a book, which is equivalent to what we call a quadruple. Usually the most important document]

   "Good folio! Lots of paper and good quality."

   "Are you crazy? This is the scriptures! Your soldiers dare to stuff scripture pages into the barrels of their guns?"

   "It doesn't matter, you don't know they are scriptures if you don't say it." Winters replied earnestly: "They can't read."

"Don't take this book, this is a manuscript." Kaman retreated to the corner of the tent, there was no way to go, he begged: "I will find you other books, all of them, this folio is for you I stayed."

   "Give me the scriptures too?"

   "The scriptures are also given to you."

   Winters thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes... but if I need it, I'll come back to get it."

  …

  While Winters was frantically collecting paper again, Mason on the wall found a serious problem.

   Before that, Mason was most afraid of the cannon blasting.

   A musket blast can only kill one or two people, and a cannon blast can clear all the people on the Triangle Fort.

   So Mason strictly controlled the firing frequency of the cannon, personally oversaw the cooling process, and all the propellants were weighed by him himself.

   But now, the bigger problem is gunpowder than blasting.

The    gunpowder was being consumed faster than Mason expected, and the gunpowder reserves were dwindling almost at a rate visible to the naked eye.

  There are not enough shells, the solid shells have already been fired, and it is too late to recover.

   Now all use lead as shotgun, which is not only wasteful, but also hangs lead.

   At this rate, the gunpowder in the bridgehead will be exhausted before it gets dark.

  There is no gunpowder, and the Hurds can pile the Paratus people to death even by stacking them in numbers.

   For this sake, the battle is already close to a personal grudge. No one cared about the original reason. Both sides only wanted one thing: to kill each other completely.

   This small fortress of the Jesska Department is like a magnet, firmly attracting thousands of Heard cavalry.

The will of the   Telltown team was astonishingly tenacious, and they attacked the bridgehead in waves.

   The horses were pulled out, the trenches were filled in, the parapets were all lost, and the ladders were able to mount the fort walls.

   And Mason had no doubt they could keep the offensive going until sunset.

   Several officers who were still capable of action held an urgent meeting and came to only one conclusion: "The plan must be changed."

  The back door of the bridgehead opened quietly, and a Dussac light cavalry galloped out, heading straight for the south bank of the North Confluence River.

  When the light cavalry returned, he was accompanied by a cavalry led by Andrea Cellini, each carrying two barrels of gunpowder on his horse.

   Among the nearly 100 cavalry soldiers, there was a veteran who was wearing ordinary soldier armor, but his temples were gray.

Once the    veteran entered the fort, he went straight to the brigade headquarters located on the south wall of the fort.

When    entered the brigade headquarters, the veteran shouted angrily: "Jesska! You are so talented!"

   The one-eyed lieutenant colonel bounced off his chair like a conditioned reflex.

Here comes General    Sackler.

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