Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 187 Charge

   The downpour wrecked the gunpowder, and half of the Platonic soldiers' weapons turned into clubs, but half of the Platonic soldiers' weapons remained faithful and reliable.

   For the Praetorian army, the torrential rain had a bigger blow to morale than the actual loss of combat power.

   "Palatu people! Show your courage!" Officers at all levels tried their best to maintain order, running around in the phalanx and shouting: "Keep the formation!"

   Sackler personally waved the eagle flag to boost morale.

"Hold on! Children! Hold on!" Sackler urged the musketeer to draw his sword to fight, his voice so hoarse that he couldn't hear him, still shouting: "Hold your ground! The devil can't move a hair of yours! If Run away! It will eat you all!"

  Compared to the astonishing momentum of the torrential rain, another blow to the Plato army was inconspicuous, but the damage caused was not inferior to the rain.

Within the    four square formations, all the caster officers were incapacitated, and three officers even lost consciousness.

   Unconscious spellcasters are actually lucky, because those awake spellcasters suffer from severe phantom pain, and life is better than death.

Lieutenant    Roy screamed like a dying beast as he collapsed in the muddy water, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

   The people beside him searched all over his body, but couldn't find a single wound.

  Roy himself felt as if he was being immersed in a boiling frying pan over and over again.

   His consciousness was extremely clear, and he was consciously suffering from unbearable severe phantom pain.

  Others were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, watching Lieutenant Roy suffer, but didn't know what to do.

  Robert dashed over, took off his coat and put it over the lieutenant.

Lieutenant Colonel    immediately cut off a section of his sleeve with a dagger, ordered the surrounding soldiers to pry open Roy's clenched teeth, and rolled up the sleeve and stuffed it in.

   is not only to prevent Lieutenant Roy from biting his tongue, but also to prevent him from making a scream that destroys the will of others.

  Roy bit the ball of cloth and whimpered, and his seven-foot body curled up into a small ball under the cashmere coat.

   "Take the lieutenant into the center of the phalanx!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert, who was wearing a single shirt with only one sleeve left, took the flag: "Protect him!"

  The Palatine army sent orders with flags, bugles, and snare drums, but the information carried by semaphores, orders, and drums was limited.

   The more elaborate command on the field relies heavily on the caster's assistance.

   Now all the caster officers in the phalanx are incapacitated, which means that an important means of communication for the Praetorian army on the battlefield has been destroyed.

  The sound of rain, hoofs, and shouts converged, and Sackler couldn't convey exactly what order he wanted to give.

   The last remaining spellcaster of the Palatine army - Winters Montagne did not know this at the moment, nor was he in the phalanx.

   Winters was not "overloaded" this time due to cutting the "link" early.

  Phantom pain comes and goes faster. He can still feel the tingling pain, but the intensity is not unbearable, and he can still hold on.

  When Winters, Mason and others pushed the two cannons up the hillside, the Palatine Army was at its most critical moment.

   The four thousand-person squares were compressed and bent, and the square at the northern end was almost turning into a triangle.

   But the Platoons are tough as steel.

  Under the action of the huge external force, although the steel bar has made a harsh rattling sound, it has not collapsed yet.

   Few warhorses dared to ram into the forest of sharp spears, and so did the Hurds.

  The horses got in the way, and the fierce Centurion Heard simply dismounted to fight.

   With their strong armor, they used shields and scabbards to push aside the tips of their spears, forced their way into the spear forest, and slashed and killed the Palatians with machetes.

  Other brave Heard soldiers followed suit, and the unarmored Heard crawled into the space below the gun barrel.

  Pallatus sword and shield rushed out of the square to intercept the enemy, and the two sides fought in the forest of guns.

   Another Hurd cavalry jumped off their horses but did not fight in close combat. They showed their skills: [Strong bow and heavy arrows, shooting the face with ten steps].

  Rain will make the compound bow open, but it is barely usable.

   The Platoon soldiers, who had lost the cover of their muskets, had no way to fight back.

   They could only watch as Heard archers stretched their bows and arrows against the tip of their spears, shooting at their eyes, underarms, calves and other parts that were not protected by armor—most pikemen only had half-armor.

  Some of the Plato soldiers couldn't bear the pressure of watching themselves being shot, and they roared out of the phalanx and killed the Heard archers.

   But they were freed from the protection of the phalanx, and they were immediately surrounded and killed by the Hurds.

  Winters saw the white lion and a few green feathers commanding the west side of the phalanx, and the scarlet armor and blue gilt horses were especially conspicuous in the rain.

  Under their command, the Hurds broke into the gap between the square formations and pressed the square formations to move outward.

   Winters at a glance: the white lion tried to divide the four square arrays arranged in a T shape, so that the four square arrays could not cover each other, and then broke them one by one.

   And the only hope of the Plato army is to concentrate its forces, combine the four phalanxes, and meet the enemy with a large phalanx.

   But under the heavy pressure of the Hurds, the Paratus did not dare to do anything at all.

  The two sides are still fighting in blood, and all sides are under great pressure. At this time, changing the formation is equivalent to self-disruption, which will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

  The Platoons need time…time to catch their breath.

  The troops of the Jieska Brigade are gathering on the reverse **** of the hillside.

  Lieutenant Colonel Jesska used a few concise sentences to mobilize before the war

  Rescue Sackler is to save yourself.

  The main battle is lost, and the victory in divided battles is meaningless. The main force was annihilated, and the auxiliary force was not able to survive.

  Mason and Winters were busy around the cannon.

   "Does the ammo work?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska came over and asked.

   "The shells are all right! There's only a little gunpowder left." Mason's lips trembled, and he scolded with trembling: "Fuck! What the hell! It rains if it rains! It's winter!"

   "Can it be launched?" the lieutenant colonel asked again.

   "I can." Winters gritted his teeth and replied, "I use magic to light the fire through the veil, as long as the cannon doesn't get water."

   "Okay, call them all!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska still had a lukewarm tone, put down a sentence and left.

   His expression was the same as usual, with no expression on his face, no joy or anger, only his right eye was staring straight at people.

   But it is this face that is usually afraid to look directly at, but at this moment it brings a strange sense of stability to everyone.

   Annoyed, Mason kicked the carriage and said angrily, "If I can go home alive this time, I will never use this garbage carriage again!"

   There were four cannons at the start, and only two were left on the battlefield.

  Most of the guns, barrels and mounts need to be transported separately.

   Some light guns have gun carts that can be towed directly.

   But these four six-pounder guns for defending the city did not, so they were brought on a common carriage.

   Even if there is a gun car, its [suspension] and [bearing] are not enough to support long-distance rapid movement.

   The gun carts of these days are made of wooden wheels and iron shafts. They move like a turtle, and the creaking sound can be heard from miles away.

   They couldn't even keep up with the speed of infantry, let alone follow Jesska's "dragon cavalry" brigade.

   So the "beautiful daughters" - as Lieutenant Mason called his cannons - used makeshift gun wagons converted from manned carriages.

  For ride comfort, the man carriage is equipped with expensive [belt suspension] and more expensive [cage ball bearings]—original ball bearings.

   Even if there are suspensions and bearings, even if it is only transporting a light gun weighing 450 kg, the bumps along the way will destroy two vehicles.

   "Where's the Zhajia grenade?" Winters suddenly remembered: "Are you wet?"

   Mason poured the rain from the helmet to his feet: "No, it's all good. But as long as the rain doesn't stop, even you can't use it."

  The vision of the people on the battlefield was obstructed by the rain, and for the time being, no one noticed that there was a group of Plato soldiers behind the hillside 600 meters away.

  Mason propped up the tarpaulin above the cannon and started loading with the gunner.

   "No!" Winters stopped Mason: "We probably only have a chance to fire one round... Can't be here..."

   At the juncture of burning eyebrows, the five officers of the Jieska Brigade redrawn their battle plan in the rain.

  Mason roared: "Damn! Double charge! Two shells! Done!"

   All those who could ride were ordered to retrieve their horses, and Winters stumbled across Pierre in the crowd.

   Pierre Girardnovich Mitchell has completely lost the appearance of that Dussac son.

   Today Pierre has sunken eye sockets, thin cheeks and high cheekbones.

   He was frowning, holding a knife in his mouth, silently and carefully arranging his saddle.

  His buddies—the same was true of the once laughing, riotous children of Wolftown.

  No, they are no longer children, to be precise.

   Winters just blinked and they both grew up.

   Seeing that the centurion was looking at him, Pierre took off his helmet and put it on his chest, nodding.

   Winters also nodded.

   The two of them were separated by more than ten meters and greeted each other wordlessly.

   Preparations were completed quickly.

   With a dozen gunners, Winters and Mason pushed the gun cart down the hill, and the others stood by on the reverse slope.

  The fire door and muzzle of the cannon were covered with leather, and the gun body was covered with rain cloth.

   All the people pushing the artillery carts temporarily changed into Hedza armor, which looked like a team of Heds from a distance.

   In order to ensure that the cannon can be fired at any time, there is no way to use horses to drag it, and it is all driven by manpower.

   Downhill first, Winters gripped the frame and carefully controlled his speed.

  Then the **** slowed down, and the march gradually became difficult. Everyone shouted their horns in a low voice and moved forward at a walking speed.

  50 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters…

   It was still raining, and everyone pushing the gun cart was sweating profusely.

   There are hot sweats and cold sweats.

The further forward    was pushed, the more frequently the Hurd cavalry passed by.

  The battlefield was noisy and chaotic, and most of the Hurd cavalry didn't bother to pay attention to the dozen or so people who were pushing the carts, and passed by the gun carts.

   Occasionally, there were questions from the Hurds, and Winters refused to let Bell answer, but just waved at the other party through the rain curtain, and continued to bury his head in pushing the cart.

The further we pushed forward, the closer the two cannons were to the cavalry with red armor and blue horses.

When    was less than 100 meters away from the sound and shadow of the red horse and green armor, Mason stopped everyone.

The artillery lieutenant    said in a low voice, "Don't push it, the distance is just right. Push it further, and the killing range will be smaller."

   Then, Mason crouched on the breech of the gun and began to adjust the shooting angle.

   Winters, Mason, two gun wagons, and a dozen gunners were almost among the Heards now.

   A team of Heard cavalry galloped past them, and if they were spotted accidentally, they would be shattered.

   But this is the last resort, the Palatu phalanx is being disintegrated, and the only way is to take risks.

  The gunners were stiff, looked down at the muddy water on the ground, and kept swallowing saliva.

   "Come on!" Winters asked through gritted teeth, "Are you okay?"

   "That guy is messing around!" Mason also gritted his teeth and replied: "What should I do if he messes with me?"

  The red-armored and blue-horse cavalry stood on a dirt bag on the west side of the phalanx, pacing and pacing, as if giving orders.

  Mason supported the cannon and adjusted the angle slightly following the opponent's movements.

  The last thing you want to happen happens when you least want it to happen.

   A red feather and a dozen cavalrymen rushed straight over and shouted angrily: "[Herde] how many of you armored soldiers dare to fight? Who is the leader?"

   "[Hedde] We don't have a deadly battle, our leader is an eagle!" Bell replied.

  [Note: Eagle is a very frequently used name by the Hurds]

   The speed of the red feathers continued: "[Herde] have more eagles?! Which eagle?"

   Seeing that Hong Lingyu was about to come to his side, Winters was heartbroken, grabbed Mason's shoulder and said, "I'll stop him, you can aim!"

   "How did you stop him?" Mason was very surprised.

   Winters took a deep breath and entered a spellcasting state.

   With the residual phantom pain, he poured all the magic power into a roar: "Yasin!!"

   This roar exploded like thunder, and the sound wave swept across the wasteland, and the Hurd people in Bianli City could clearly hear it.

  The two sides who were fighting couldn't help but be stunned, and the red-armored blue-horse knight couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

   Winters only felt the warmth of his left ear, he reached out and touched it, and there was already blood.

   "[Herde] Is the white lion worthy of you to bark!" Red Feather was furious after returning to his senses.

   "Are you all right?" Winters stared at Chi Jia.

   "That's it!" Mason yelled, jumping to another cannon.

   Winters abruptly lifted the muzzle skin and launched a fire technique on the gunpowder in the fire door through the rain cloth.

   "Boom!"

  The gun mount was broken by the recoil, and sawdust flew.

The    cannon shot up—it was just tied to the wagon with ropes—flying behind Winters.

  The steel storm swept across the battlefield, and the cavalry on the right hand of the red-armored rider was swept away, but the red-armored cavalry was safe and sound.

   The first shot was missed, and Winters yelled: "Come again!"

   "Okay!" Mason yelled back.

   The muzzle skin of the second six-pounder bronze cannon was lifted.

   "Boom!"

   Double charge, double shell.

  The huge thrust of the gunpowder gas instantly pushed one hundred and fifty spherical lead bullets out of the cannon, and the recoil caused the cannon to roll and bounce.

   The cloth bag containing the lead exploded at the muzzle, and one hundred and fifty pieces of lead spread in mid-air, turning into a round cake-shaped cloud of bullets.

  Like a hundred and fifty arrows, with the scream of death, they flew towards the red-armored rider.

   The sudden change made everyone have no time to react.

   The first cannon even rolled in the air and didn't touch the ground.

   "[Hede] White lion!" Only the thousand commander, the owl, instinctively rushed towards the green gilt horse, protecting the red-armored knight with his body.

   "Pump Chi", "Pump Chi", "Pump Chi"…

   A series of horrible buckshot into flesh.

  Bucket doesn't know White Feather, Red Feather, and Blue Feather.

  The buckshot does not distinguish between people and horses.

  Bucket treats all living creatures equally.

   Everyone around the Red Armor Knight—including himself—was knocked down.

   The handsome blue gilt horse was killed on the spot, and several war horses lay on the ground and whined.

   "Dang bang!" The first gun fired just landed.

   "Kill!" Winters picked up his spear and knocked the Red Feather [Hard Military Police] off his saddle in front of him.

   "Kill!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska stabbed the horse's ribs and rushed out of the hill.

   "Kill!" Hussars, Dussack, mounted infantry... More than 400 cavalry followed Lieutenant Colonel One-Eyed and rushed out from the hillside.

  The cavalry divided into two groups, the left flank followed Jesska, the right flank followed Andrei, and attacked from both sides to the place where the white lion Yasin fell to the ground.

   "[Herde] White Lion! Save the White Lion!" The Hedman next to the bunker rushed over like a madman.

   The other Hurd cavalry left the formation and killed the Palatine cavalry desperately.

   Winters was stopped by the Hurds and watched helplessly as the Hurds in the dirt bag put the red-armored leader, whose life and death were unknown, on horseback and took him away.

   "[Hedde] The white lion is dead!" Bell shouted loudly: "[Hedde] The white lion is dead!"

   Everyone in the Jesska Brigade shouted loudly according to what they learned before [the white lion is dead].

   Fear and hesitation began to spread among the Hurds.

  More and more Heards began to leave the battle and galloped towards the main formation of Chihebu in the distance.

   "Fast forward to the phalanx!" Winters ordered everyone.

   Whether the white lion is dead or not, he is not sure.

   Even if the White Lion died, the Hurds still had an absolute advantage.

   The unexpected reinforcements gave the Paratus a sigh of relief. The four phalanxes were already on the verge of collapse, and suddenly they had a chance to regroup.

The   Platoons threw their bodies and approached the main formation where Sekler was.

   "The squares! Do not act without authorization!" A dozen messengers rushed between the squares: "Musketeers! Pick up the spears! Those who have no weapons in their hands will be killed!"

  The wind never ends, and the shower never ends.

The   rain was rapidly decreasing, and after fighting for a while with the Hurd cavalry, the cavalry of the Jieska brigade retreated to the large phalanx.

  The order of the Plato army was not broken in the **** battle just now, and it was on the verge of collapse as soon as the battle was over.

  Sekler dispatched military police to execute more than a dozen people on the spot, which stopped the disorderly movement of Paratus soldiers to the formation.

  The officer in charge of arranging the phalanx is called [the phalanx commander], and this time the phalanx commander is served by Sackler himself.

The    Pikes and Halberds were gathered first and rearranged.

  The musketeers were on standby. Most of the musketeers were armed with swords, and a small number of them were armed with spears and heavy halberds recovered from the corpses.

  Jesska's brigade stayed outside, and it was not their turn to enter the big square.

   Winters saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, this is the most vulnerable time of the Great Square, even more vulnerable than just now.

   Worse things ensued, and the rumbling of hooves sounded again.

   Hundreds of black armored cavalry rushed out from the main formation of the Chihe Department and charged towards the Pratu square formation.

   The one who rushed in front was the Red Armored Barbarian Chief, but he changed to a more conspicuous red horse.

  More and more Heard cavalry rushed out of the formation following the red armored cavalry.

   The cavalry of the main formation of the Red River Department, which has not been dispatched for a long time, - the reserve of the Hurds - also joined the charge.

   In the end, all the Hurd cavalry who lost their formation were dispatched.

  General Hurd is obviously very clear that if the big square is formed again... it is still unknown whose morale will collapse first.

  Although the Hurds were in chaos at this moment, the Plato army was even more chaotic.

   General Hurd is to disrupt the chaos.

The    officers could no longer restrain the soldiers, and the Platonic people poured into the large phalanx, and the formation that had not yet been arranged was almost destroyed.

   "Everyone with long weapons! Go outside!" Sackler shouted up to the sky: "Alpad! You don't come! We're all going to die here!"

  The rain stopped completely at this moment.

   Winters felt the earth tremble.

   The Hurds are turning! Something must have happened!

   "Our cavalry!" someone shouted in surprise.

   Behind the Hurd cavalry, thousands of Plato cavalry are launching an overwhelming charge.

   From a distance, it appears to be a long line that is constantly moving and advancing.

   Rows of war horses galloped at extreme speed, their manes fluttering in the wind, their heads bowed as they dashed, and the ground trembled under the horses' hooves, as if they were about to be torn apart in the next second.

   The arrow leading the charge was a squadron of Lancers, the last heavily armoured Lancers of the Alliance.

The flanks of the    lancers were protected by pistol cavalry, followed by light cavalry.

   Thousands of Platonic cavalry lined up in a giant wedge.

   is unstoppable and unstoppable.

  Everyone on the battlefield who saw this with their own eyes will not forget the horror and magnificence of this charge for the rest of their lives.

   At the very front of the arrow, Major General Arpad raised his lance and shouted happily: "Come on! Children! Come on! Warriors of Paratus! Sackler is still waiting for us to save his ass!"

   The dark clouds dissipated, and a ray of sunlight fell on Arpad, whose armor was gleaming like a god.

   The bugleman blows his horn.

   "Long live! Legion! Long live! Palatu!" The Palatu cavalry roared the battle cry that has brought fear and death to the enemy for centuries: "Uukhai!"

   The main body of Plato's army...never was infantry.

   It’s just that the major detours of the main force took a bit of work and a bit of time.

   And Sackler's reliance has never been a phalanx strategy. Arpad is the confidence that Sackler dared to face the Wanhede cavalry with a legion.

   Sackler and Arpad.

   [Ice] and [Fire].

  [Anvil] and [Heavy Hammer].

General    Yanosh relied on these two weapons to sweep the wasteland again and again.

   Now, Pratu's [Anvil] and [Heavy Hammer] are going to smash the Hurds in one go.

  …

   "Uukhai!" The Platoons in the phalanx all burst into tears.

  Hard's cavalry fell into a panic in an instant, some of the cavalry turned to attack, but some cavalry tried to leave the battlefield.

   "The phalanx is unfolding!" Sackler shouted: "Uukhai"

  No one cared about the formation anymore, and the Paratus took up the weapons at hand and killed the panicked Hurds.

   Even the cavalry infantry of the Kishka battalion were full of enthusiasm, shouting and charging.

  The cavalry on both sides collided.

   The Hurd cavalry who turned to face him were split into two halves instantly, like butter cut by a hot knife.

   The impact of the Hurd warhorse is far less than that of Palatu's heavy warhorse, and the Hurd cavalry at the forefront is almost destroyed at a touch.

  The Platoon cavalry rammed like a scythe across a wheat field. When the pistol was empty and the lance was released, he drew his sword and slashed.

   Soon, the momentum of the charge waned and the battle turned into a melee.

   Light cavalry, heavy cavalry, Platoon cavalry, Heard cavalry, chase and kill in the vast wasteland, you come and I go.

   Haugewitz led his heavy cavalry into the main formation of the Chihe Department and went straight to where the flags were.

  The old leader Tie Duo put the injured white lion on the horse's back and hurriedly fled. I didn't even have time to get the ponytail flag.

   The white lion was wounded, but it was not enough to die. The one who charged in red armor just now was Bai Shi's younger brother, Little Lion.

  Hogwitz charged all the way to the flag and knocked over the flagpole with his horse.

  The morale of the Hurds on the battlefield completely collapsed, and they all fled.

   Winters didn't go after the fleeing enemy, he was tired and just wanted a good night's sleep, and his left ear didn't seem to be able to hear.

   In fact, [The Great Detour] is [divide into and attack], which is a typical nomadic method of warfare. But since the Platoons are essentially settled nomads, it makes sense for them to use this [anvil and hammer tactics].

   Sorry for being late to this chapter. The main thing is to delete, delete, modify and modify the battle. No matter how you write it, it feels like it's not well written. At present, this version is not good, but it's okay...

   Last - the part after the exclamation mark is added. I want to [leave blank] like a habitual offender. I feel that the emotional preparation is in place and everyone can make up their own minds. The next chapter can directly explain the post-war events. But I remembered that some book friends criticized this flashback behavior, so I added these contents. I just don't know how it works... Please give more comments.

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