Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 186 Battle

   At this moment, the straight line distance between the reinforcements from the Chihe Department and Bianli City was less than "a sheep", and every arrow tower on the red-brown rammed earth city wall could be clearly seen.

  [Note: One sheep field refers to the distance of grazing sheep, about 1.2-2.5 kilometers. In the same way, there are also one ox land and one horse land, all of which are the measurement methods of the Hurd people]

   But it is this short sheep, but it is like a moat.

  Because four thousand-person phalanxes, a camp, and an ice-cold river more than ten meters wide stood in front of them.

  The commander of the thousand "Xiaoxiao" rushed into the formation and tightened the reins until he reached the red ponytail flag symbolizing the main general.

  The horses neighed, and people stood up.

  The owl jumped off the horse, rushed towards the flag angrily, and asked sharply, "[Herde] little lion! Why don't you move?"

  [Note: The following Hed people speak Hedd, and will not be marked otherwise]

Under the    flag, the little lion in the mouth of the owl said nothing. He frowned and pursed his lips into a slit, staring at Bian Li.

   The Tucheng on the other side of the river was now shrouded in thick smoke, and the cries of killing, gunfire and explosions could be clearly heard.

  The Hurd people advocate cyan, and they value blue horses, blue feathers and blue stones. Red, yellow, and blue are next, followed by white.

The feathers and feathers of the Hed people next to the    flag are all blue, which means that they are at least thousands of commanders.

  The little lion, like the owl, has only one green feather on its helmet. However, compared to other Qingling Yu, he looks a little too young.

   There is another leader on the side of the little lion. There are three green feathers on the helmet, and they are longer than others.

  The leader was wearing a full set of armor, with only a gulky face showing, and he looked very old.

The old leader pointed at the Palatine people who were waiting for the battle with his horse whip, and said to the owl: "The two-legged people form a hedgehog formation, and make it clear that we are waiting for us to attack. Since we know that there is a cliff in front of us, only a crazy stupid cow will jump down. "

The owl was furious, pointed at the tip of the old leader's nose and scolded: "Tie Duo, you are more greedy than a wolf and more treacherous than a fox, you just don't want to do anything! From start to finish, we are fighting the battle! Your followers can flow. Excessive blood? You want the white lion to die so that you can swallow us all in one bite!"

  The commander behind the old leader looked angrily and jumped out to grab the owl's shoulder armor.

  Xiaoxiao controlled the opponent's forearm with his left hand, and knocked the man over with a ferocious right hook.

  The downed commander got up and was about to get up again, but was forced back by the sharp blade.

Ji Xiao pointed at the crowd with a machete in his hand, and jumped like thunder: "The white lion made an agreement with us to lure the enemy out of the camp and then encircle and destroy them. Now they are here, but you are hesitant and afraid? Is there a better chance than this? Could you wait? They enter the village and fight again? They said you didn't hide any evil intentions?"

  Xiaoxiao roared at the little lion again: "Little lion, the sound of cannons in the city is like thunder, your blood brother is being attacked, do you want to betray him too?"

   Under the banner of the horsetail banner, everyone was silent.

The little lion ignored Oxiao at all. He looked at the old leader and said, "Uncle, Oxiao has a point. I'm afraid Bian Li can't hold it anymore, so the bait is poisonous and has to be eaten. Besides, the people of Paratus divide their troops, it is true Great opportunity. Destroy the enemy in front of you, and the besieged Platos will destroy themselves."

  Tie Duo [Begging Tie Ya], the old leader of the Honghe Department, was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

   He said to Qi Xiao coldly, "If I wanted to annex the White Lion's followers, I wouldn't follow you here at all."

  The owl groaned, and put the knife into the sheath.

   "Your anger is like wildfire." The little lion looked at the owl again: "Don't burn your own people, go to burn the Paratus people. I have something for you to do."

  …

  The Hurds didn't make any movement, and the Palatians wouldn't take the initiative to attack. The two sides faced off like this.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert was like a juggler, standing on the back of two horses, watching the enemy's movements.

   His brigade and another brigade formed a thousand-man phalanx at the easternmost point of the overall formation. The two ends are the most dangerous positions, and naturally they must be handed over to the most reliable troops.

   In the opinion of Lieutenant Colonel Robert, any commander of sound mind would not attack a large phalanx hard.

   But Sackler gave the enemy general a reason why he had to attack - Bian Li.

   He clearly told the enemy commander: I will be divided into two groups, one will attack Bianli, and the other will attack you; if you defeat this road, the siege of Bianli will solve itself; if you do not defeat this road, the city will be destroyed today.

   In addition to the Beizhai defenders, Sekler had no more than 5,000 men. The army in front of the Chihe Department is mighty and mighty, and there are at least 10,000 cavalry in the battle.

   Five thousand to ten thousand, infantry to cavalry.

   Although Lieutenant Colonel Robert looked calm as usual, he was still in a cold sweat.

   The line debate and decision-making process within the Hurd army, of course, the Paratus people have no way of knowing.

  Robert only saw that the enemy began to move, the horses hooves rolled up the dust, and the cavalry flanked from the wings.

  The Palatine Army also sent orders. The squares move slowly, one square moves forward, and the other squares close.

  The four square matrices are lined up and transformed into a character layout.

   The Hurd cavalry screamed strangely, and the more they charged, the more impressive their momentum was.

   "Musketeers, get ready!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert ordered.

   The musketeer Pinter listened, put the fork in, and steadied the musket.

   He knew that there was only one chance of a smooth shot like this, so he aimed carefully.

   The Hurd cavalry, flanked by both flanks, rushed to about 100 meters, and suddenly turned their horses. It turned out to be a false shot.

   Pinter's hands are very steady, this trick can only scare recruits, of course not to fool Pinter and others.

The   Plateau Square was silent, no one shot by mistake, and the musketeers were quietly waiting for the order to fire.

The   Hard cavalry retreated to a distance, no longer charging or testing, nor dismounting, just like that.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert licked his lips involuntarily, because he visually observed that the enemy stopped at about 200 meters, not far or near.

For   200 meters, it only takes twenty seconds for the cavalry to sprint with full force, and no more than thirty seconds at most.

   But this distance is just outside the effective range of the musket.

   Someone once said: If a person can be killed by a musket at a distance of 200 meters, it is no different from being killed by a meteor.

   The Hurds pinched this distance very accurately. If it is not a coincidence... it means that the enemy has a good understanding of the performance of the Platoon musket and is prepared.

  At the same time as the two wings are outflanking, the Chihe Department has other actions.

  More than a thousand Hurds turned over and dismounted, pushing the chariots to approach the phalanx from the front.

   Seeing that the Hurds took out their heirlooms, Lieutenant Colonel Robert also changed his team.

   He clenched his fists and slandered: "Why don't we bring a few artillery pieces? Otherwise, why would we be bullied by the chariots?"

   Musketeer Pint received the order and hurriedly followed his companions to the front of the phalanx to line up.

  Herd's trolley was pushed to about 200 meters and stopped.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert was surprised to find that many of the Heards beside the carriage were carrying muskets.

   First shocked, then strange, at a certain moment, Robert's hands and feet suddenly became cold.

   At the same time, the charge song suddenly sounded, and the messengers rushed westward from the Central Army.

   "General has an order! Attack!" The messenger ran towards Robert's phalanx and shouted as hard as he could: "General has an order! Attack!"

   "All of them!" Robert shouted: "Forward, step-by-step!"

  The centurion and the sergeant repeated their orders.

  Pinter, carrying a musket, hurriedly ran from the side of the phalanx to the front. Just put the gun in the rack, and haven't had time to hang the match.

   Hearing the sudden order, he was at a loss.

   looked up and looked forward, Pinter saw the Hurds not far away lifting the cover on the carriage.

  The muzzle of the black hole was exposed.

   Red light flashed.

   "Boom!"

   Twenty iron **** the size of walnuts were sprayed out, and volleyed into the sky as steel hailstones, sweeping towards the Platoon Square.

  Pinter felt almost nothing, and his consciousness was annihilated.

   The comrades beside him only saw that Pinter's body suddenly fell backwards, and his musket fell off his hands and fell to the ground.

   The same brother hurriedly helped Pinte up, only to find that he had been hit by an iron ball on his forehead and was already dead.

   The four artillery pieces fired in sequence, and the musketeers in the outer circle of the phalanx were knocked down one after another.

  Range is the last word, I can hit you, but if you can't hit me, then you can only be beaten.

  After a round of firing, the Heard gunner reloads.

   There was a commotion among the Platonic soldiers, who had neither thought that the Hurd Barbarians had artillery, nor had they been trained to "take a beating without fighting back".

   "Go forward!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert shouted at the dazed soldiers around him: "Changbu! Go forward!"

   The drummer who was still in a daze hurriedly beat the snare drum.

   To the beat of the drums, the Paratus quickly recovered from the shock and began to push forward.

   They couldn't stand and be beaten, they had to capture these four artillery pieces.

   But the more important thing is to maintain the formation than to capture the artillery.

  The normal step is 72 steps per minute, each step is about 60 cm, and it takes about five minutes to reach the artillery position 200 meters away - provided that the artillery does not move.

   Seventy-two steps per minute is not slow, but for most of the Plato soldiers at the moment, this speed is like a turtle crawling.

   But only at this speed, the large square array will not collapse.

   The Chihe Department had only four artillery pieces, and one round of shelling could not kill a few people.

   But the sight of the dead is in front of you, and the wailing of the dying is in your ears. Each round of shelling is like a lottery, but if you win the lottery, you will die. No one wants to participate in this death lottery.

  The mouth of the Platoon soldiers was dry, and the pace under their feet accelerated involuntarily, and the phalanx began to appear chaotic.

   From time to time, soldiers would go to other platoons, or accidentally fall down and disturb more people.

   "Every centurion! Every sergeant!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart: "Maintain the formation!"

The horns of    sounded, and the Hurds were waiting for this moment. The cavalry on both flanks suddenly activated and launched a torrent-like charge against the Palatine Army.

   "Stopping Song" came from the Central Army, and the short melody was repeated by the trumpeter as if urged.

   "Stop! Stop all!" Lieutenant Roy didn't care to save his magic power, and gave the order with loudspeaker: "Reform!"

The   Plateau square stopped and regrouped on the spot. The musketeers retreated into the phalanx, and the musketeers flattened their barrels.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, Heard's gunner fired a second salvo, then dragged his artillery to move further away.

   The Hurds with muskets quickly approached the Platoon Square, and what they wanted to do was self-evident.

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert was utterly distraught, but his top priority now was to withstand the charge of the Hurd cavalry, and he could only let the Hurd people bleed.

The flag of    waved, and the Chinese army spread out with a bang.

   Lieutenant Centurion [Little Laszlo] held the flag high and took the lead. One hundred and fifty heavily armoured halberdiers shouted and rushed out of the phalanx, killing the four artillery pieces of the Hurds.

   This is a total suicide mission, but the Paratus must destroy those four cannons, or they will continue to be passively beaten.

   The Hurd musketeers retreated in a hurry, and then hundreds of Hurd soldiers poured out from behind the chariots to meet the Palatine halberdiers.

   Those Heard armored men wore double-layered armor and still walked like flying. The weapon in his hand is not the iconic machete, but a page hammer, a heavy axe and a war hammer.

   The elites of the two armies collided, and because everyone was wearing heavy armor, it became extremely difficult to kill each other.

   The warhammer hit the helmet, and the iron plate was dented. The man in the helmet was not breathless, blood poured back into the intake pipe, the soldier coughed blood and threw the opponent down, grabbed the halberd and stabbed it into the opponent's mouth, and stabbed it to the end.

   Few get a clean death, and fighting becomes a torture. Almost all of the dead were from internal bleeding from multiple blows with blunt weapons.

   There is no distinction between the enemy and the enemy. Some soldiers have their limbs broken, but the person is not dead. The iron man is begging for a good time.

   In the back, the outflanking Heard cavalry on both wings was repelled by the rearranged large phalanx.

   Dozens of brave Hurd cavalry rushed into the phalanx, and were immediately surrounded and killed by the halberdiers and spearmen inside the phalanx.

   In the front, the halberdier of Palatine and the armoured of Heard were tied.

   "What's so crazy about [Hede] Owl?" The little lion watching the battle slammed into the flagpole in the main formation of the Chihe Department: "[Hede] told him to withdraw a long time ago! Still not withdrawing?"

   The others were silent.

Surprisingly, Tie Duo said a few fair words for the owl: "[Herde] on the battlefield, people are screaming, how can he look at you? He retreated, and others thought they were defeated, what should I do? Rush up. It cannot be withdrawn, nor can it be withdrawn.”

   Akagawa's main formation, and half of the cavalry did not participate in the battle.

   "The [Heddish] Platoons have a strong will, and they can't be beaten all at once. They'll have to be worn out a few more times."

  The little lion noticed the front of the artillery position, and the battle came to a stalemate. He stretched out his hand to summon a red feather feather and instructed him in his ear.

   A group of heavily armored cavalry broke away from the main formation and galloped towards the center of the battlefield.

  Lieutenant Laszlo Jr. saw the group approaching the heavy cavalry, and he suddenly realized that this moment was the last chance to seize the artillery.

   "Go forward! Soldier Plato!" Lieutenant Laszlo stood up on his stirrups, roaring and threw his flag at the cannon: "Gather up your courage! Go forward!"

The    flag arced in the air and landed next to the chariot with the artillery.

   In this day and age, the Union Standing Corps is one of the few armies with a sense of military honor.

   For the standing army, losing the flag is not only equal to military law, but also means a great shame.

   Throwing the flag is the commander's last resort. It means that the battle has come to the last moment, and everyone must take back the flag with the heart of death.

   Little Lieutenant Laszlo killed the cannon regardless of his life and death, and the other halberdists also had red eyes and rushed to the flag regardless of his life, and he forcibly broke the formation of the Heard armor.

   The four artillery pieces of the Hurds were quickly crucified.

   Colonel Laszlo in the phalanx was heartbroken. Watching his son disappear into the waves like a pebble, his eyes went black, and his body fell heavily from the saddle.

   "Where are the reinforcements?"

   This question is on the minds of all senior officers.

  Behind a hillside on the west side of the battlefield, Winters wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, "It should be right ahead, I heard a voice."

   All the people in the Jieska Brigade and other auxiliary units who can ride on horses—to be precise, don’t fall to their deaths—are listed.

  It is also fortunate that the horses returned from the captives were well trained by the Hurds.

  The long line of "dragon cavalry" ends with two eight-set carts carrying two heavy six-pounder cannons, each weighing four hundred and fifty kilograms.

Lieutenant    Mason took all his four "daughters" - four light long guns out in one go.

   However, two of the carriages were broken halfway, and only two daughters were left to arrive at the battlefield.

   "The main battle means everything. Once the main battle starts, all scattered forces must be concentrated on the main battlefield."

   Because of Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's too strong subjective initiative, unexpected reinforcements arrived on the battlefield.

   There are more unexpected things happening.

In a huge felt tent in the center of the main city of Bianli, more than a dozen shaman priests dressed in colorful woven clothes, wearing animal bone masks, and their bodies decorated with bones, feathers, stones, and ribbons sat around the bonfire .

   The siege battle outside is heating up, and the sound of gunfire, cannon, and explosions is deafening.

  It was silent inside the felt tent, except for the sound of the bonfire.

  A shaman walked in from outside the tent, respectfully holding a beating horse heart.

The shaman headed by    took the heart, and the blood stained his hands red.

   Another shaman threw a handful of powder at the flames, and the felt tent was filled with smoke.

The shaman headed by    placed the heart in the golden plate, raised the dagger high, and stabbed it fiercely.

   The other shaman priests seemed to wake up from their sleep, and they all chanted in a low and strange guttural voice. The scene was very strange and blurred.

   At the same time, a secret door on the north wall of Bianli City burst open.

   A vigorous blue horse rushed out of the smoke first, and the knight on the horse was wearing a full set of crimson armor, which was very eye-catching.

   Hundreds of thousands of Heard cavalry followed the red-armored knight, filed out from the gap in the city wall, and went straight to the confluence river.

   All eyes were attracted by this mutation.

   Seeing the red armor and the blue horse, the Harders on the battlefield became very popular and shouted in unison: "Yasin! Yasin! Yasin!"

   "That's the savage chief Yasin?" Sekler's pupils dilated suddenly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  Playing in the air for so long, this is the first time Sackler has faced his opponent head-on.

   "That's the white lion? Why is it wearing red armor?" Winters on the hillside was inexplicable: "Why did it rush into the river again??"

  What does the white lion want to do? Winters quickly understood.

   Although the river water does not freeze in winter, it is still icy cold.

  But the red-armored knight stepped into the confluence river on his horse, but he was going to swim straight across the horse's neck—and he was wearing armor.

   Due to the perspective, most people on the battlefield can't see what's going on in the river.

  Standing on the west side of the hill, Winters could see clearly:

  The river was only a dozen meters wide, but the red-armored knight was washed away by the rapids at least fifty meters, submerged his head several times and surfaced several times before reaching the dry bank.

   And the other Hurds on the battlefield only saw the red armored blue horse disappearing on the other side of the river, and suddenly the prancing horse appeared on the side of the river bank.

   "Yasin! Yassin! Yassin!" Shan's voice became even more frenzied, reaching the sky.

   Like Hedjing riding behind the white lion, he jumped into the river, some people were directly washed away by the undercurrent, and some people reached the other side.

   Just when the white lion led his fine cavalry to the battlefield, the ceremony had entered the most critical part in the felt tent in the center of Bianli City.

The shaman headed by    beat the lion skin drum and danced a crazy, blurred and special aesthetic dance.

  The rest of the shamans join this dance one by one.

   Winters only felt a cold wind swept across his body, which made him want to wrap his clothes tightly.

   He was about to ask other people if they felt the same, when suddenly, a severe phantom pain appeared for no reason.

   He clearly did not enter the spellcasting state, but the phantom pain could not be faked.

   Winters gritted his teeth and let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, and his body curled into a small ball involuntarily.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, who was beside him, was shocked, but he didn't know what to do.

   In the phalanx of Lieutenant Colonel Robert, Lieutenant Roy also held his head and fell from the saddle screaming.

   Not only Winters and Roy, but all Alliance spellcasters within a two-kilometer radius were tortured by intense phantom pain to the point of being unable to move, and some of the weaker spellcasters even fainted.

  In the felt tent in the center of Bienli City, there were also shaman priests who fell down during the dance.

   The head shaman's eyes and nose continued to seep blood, but his dance was only more intense and frenetic.

   "No! No!" Winters only had this consciousness: "No! No"

   He concentrated all his energy and his consciousness on one point: "No! Reject! Stop!"

  Everything was like a broken string, and it even seemed to hear a "collapse". Winters was instantly released from the phantom pain, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

   The first thing he saw was the concerned and worried faces of others.

   "Are you okay?" Jesska frowned: "What happened?"

   Winters felt his cheeks get cold, he touched the left cheek, water?

   Is it sweat?

   Winters stretched his hand to the sky, and he could feel it keenly that more cold water droplets fell on his palm.

  At an altitude of thousands of meters, in the dense dark clouds, and in places no one can see, countless small droplets that are almost invisible to the naked eye are rapidly precipitating from the air.

   The more water vapor is absorbed, the larger the droplets will be. Until they were too big to float in the air, they all fell to the ground.

   "Raincloth!" Winters yelled, struggling to get up, "Raincloth! Get the tarpaulin!"

  Others also felt abnormal, Lieutenant Mason ran towards the guns and powder keg, taking off his clothes as he ran.

   But for most people on the battlefield, it was too late.

   From a few drops of water to a downpour, it seems only in an instant.

   The torrential rain came so fast that it didn’t give people time to react at all.

The   match was doused, the gunpowder was wet, the raging fire in Bianli turned into smoke, and the gunpowder weapons were all useless.

  The six battalions that attacked the city retreated in embarrassment under the impact of the torrential rain.

   On this battlefield on the north bank of the Confluence River, tens of thousands of Heard cavalry are charging forward towards the Platu square.

   The white lion with red armor and blue horse is at the front.

   [There is artificial rainfall! ]

   [I mentioned repeatedly how the dark clouds are covered, but it is actually a foreshadowing!!! Hahahahaha! ]

   [However, artificial rainfall is not my professional knowledge, I have limited understanding, tentatively it is a method similar to dry ice rainfall]

   [It feels like a big step from low magic to middle magic (≧≦)]

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