Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 197 The army is not evenly matched

   Winters knew nothing of what happened behind him.

   All he could do was urge the team to keep going, going, going.

The appearance of the   Hard cavalry was like an invisible whip, slashing the backs of the Paratus, and the marching speed of the troops suddenly accelerated.

   "Centurion Montagne." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska called Winters to his side with a very serious expression: "Take your centurion as the vanguard. Control the speed and walk slowly."

   "Walk slowly?"

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska released his right hand for measuring the pulse, pointed at the queue and said: "The troops are now walking 126 steps per minute. They are afraid, so they are walking so fast. There are still hundreds of kilometers ahead, and they are walking fast for a while. What is the use?"

   "Understood." Winters raised his hand in salute, and was about to leave.

   "Slow down your speed and walk at the rhythm of your regular steps."

  [Note: 72 steps per minute for regular steps]

"Yes!"

   "Go." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska tapped Winters on the shoulder with a whip.

  …

   Behind the vanguard, the two armies were chasing and fighting in the vast wasteland.

  Single-digit skirmishes are all about horsemanship, skill and courage.

  The Hurds have bows and arrows, and the platoons have better horses. Both sides suffered casualties, and it was hard to tell who would win or lose.

On the part of   Plato, the first batch of messengers had not yet returned, and the second set of messengers from Sackler had already left, followed by the third set of messengers.

  So, not long after the white lion returned to the Chihe camp, Gray Eyes sent someone to invite him to discuss matters, and he also invited the fire roaster to come over.

   "Go to the various ministries to pick up the women and children, uncle." The white lion was dressed neatly, put on a slave horse, and turned back to the silent and determined leader: "The leaders of the various ministries have an appointment with me, so I won't embarrass you."

   "And then what?"

   "Then you take the Eagle Forest Department to **** the women and children to the north and **** them back to the old camp."

   "You want me to get out of here? If the Eagle Forest is not here, how can I share the spoils?"

   "You send the clan to the old camp, and then come back, just in time to catch up." The white lion said calmly and firmly: "Look, uncle, this battle still has to be fought."

  …

   The Platonic gestures are more humble each time.

   When the first messengers came, the terms of peace were given to leave with arms and flags - and retreat was no different.

   The leaders of the Hurd tribes would of course not agree.

   The conditions of the second batch of messengers have become: the Palatine army leaves with arms and flags, and pays compensation according to the losses of the various ministries.

   The conditions of the third batch of messengers: willing to cede land, pay indemnity, and agree to ten years of peace, but the Palatu army still has to carry weapons and flags to leave.

   All the ministries discussed, and the leaders quarreled endlessly.

"What messenger! It's clearly a spy!" The fire roaster roared, suppressing the voices of the others: "The people of Paratus bully the tribes and do not kill the messenger, so they send people to investigate you and me one after another! Catch up with those messengers and kill them all!"

   "If you want to kill, you will kill." The head of the Black Water Department looked unhappy.

  [Note: The Heder tribes have a tradition of not killing messengers, and Plato... also had them in the past]

  The fire roaster glared at the leader of the Blackwater Department: "This is about my Teltown family? You don't want blood, but let me kill?"

"What else do you think? Do you still agree? Knowing that there is a pit in front of you, you still want to jump into it?" Going around, what are you talking about with them? They fled all the way, they had nothing to eat or drink, and they were supposed to send troops to attack them, how could they just sit here and not act?!”

A leader agreed: "Yes! We are sitting in the felt tent, but the clansmen are hugging each other to keep warm. When we came all the way, I don't know how many horses died. The earlier the two-legged people were eliminated, the less our losses would be. There are also 30,000 people, if you join forces to attack, how can you beat the two-legged people?"

  Hard's tribes set off in winter, and the horses first lost their fat, and their ribs were exposed one by one, and finally they died inexplicably.

   In order to arrive as soon as possible, they didn't even bring a few tents, and it was not an exaggeration to hug each other for warmth.

   It can take a day or two to endure, and as time goes on, the iron-struck man will also freeze out and get sick.

   The sooner Plato's army is defeated, the less damage Hurd's tribes suffer.

Not to be outdone, the fire roaster immediately pushed back: "Healthy eater, I want to ask you, do you want to jump into a pit even if you know it's a pit? You don't know what the two-legged man wants to do, but you want to be like a blind cow. Random actions?"

   "The guy who has been thrown away by the people who sacrificed to the sky is not qualified to talk to me." The healthy eater replied.

  The fire roaster stood up in silence, and suddenly swooped at the health eater like a bear.

  The two held onto each other's robes, and the other leaders took a lot of effort to separate them.

  The gray eyes reassured the two: "You might as well send a few bright-eyed people to follow the two-legged man's messenger back to find out what they are."

  The white lion sat in the corner and said nothing.

  The little lion sat behind the white lion, his face full of disdain.

When the   health eater saw the two, he pointed to the white lion and asked, "White lion, you called us here. Why don't you speak? You speak!"

   "If I say that the various ministries will not listen, it is better not to speak."

   "How do you know I'm not listening?" The health eater was furious.

   "That's good!" The white lion patted the little lion: "Bring my tapestry."

  The little lion got up and left, and returned to the felt tent with the rolled blanket in his arms after a while.

   is not a blanket with wool that is common in Heder herdsmen's homes, but a blanket woven from wool.

  The blanket slowly unfolded in the center of the felt tent, the length and width of a person, and a map was embroidered with gold thread on it.

  Map, this is something incredible.

  Nowadays, the territory of each tribe is limited, so the map is memorized in my mind, and there is no need to draw it.

   And the large maps of the Que Yehan era are treasured by the leaders of various ministries, and they are treasures that are not shown to outsiders.

   "Open the skylight!" Gray eyes ordered the guard outside the account.

  The leather covering the tent was removed, and the sun shone into the felt tent and cast it on the map.

  The leaders gathered in front of the map and were careful not to step on the map.

   "Isn't this Galan Lake?" A leader narrowed his eyes and asked, pointing to the corner of the map.

  Blue Lake is far and far in the west, and the tribes living there are savages in the eyes of the Heder tribes, and they are called "Wild Heders".

   "This is a map drawn by the Plato people." The white lion said word by word: "It is to Jinding Mountain in the south, Shayin Mountain in the north, Zhuwang Castle in the east, and Galan Lake in the west.

  You are fighting for power here, but I don’t know that the Paratus people have long been thinking about how to exterminate you and me. If there is no concerted effort, one day the fires of the kitchens of all tribes will be trampled on by the Platonic people, and the heads of all the tribes will be lifted up like ashes. "

   The leaders of the tribes remained silent.

   "That's all I have to say." The white lion sat back down again.

The   Health Eater stepped on the map, looked angrily, pointed at the white lion and asked, "Then what do you say?"

"I only have one word." The white lion replied calmly: "Since the health eater is recommended as the leader of the war, then all the health eaters will listen. Snow-capped mountains, all the tribes also have to climb."

   There was an uproar under the dome, and this answer was not what the leaders of the tribes wanted to hear.

"The Platoons fought, although they quarreled. But once the military order was issued, everyone no longer had a second to say, and just listened to the military order and rushed to kill. Even if the military order was wrong, the execution was correct. Therefore, the Palauans could defeat twice or three times. If you and I can't do it, then we will be beaten forever." The white lion's tone was firm: "Since the healthy eater is recommended, then you must listen to him, that's it!"

  The rest of the leaders were silent, and the little lion looked dissatisfied.

   "That's good! That's it!" The fire roaster roared: "But if you give the order to kill the Terden department, I will not obey it! Health eater!"

   "I agree too." Gray-eyed nodded.

   The leaders of the tribes made a fuss, agreeing to obey the order of the dieter.

   "If you are willing to listen to me." The health eater said loudly: "Come with me."

  When the Hurd people have a big meeting, the senators drink a glass of wine together to show that there is no more two hearts, that is, they are together.

   Heating is a ceremony to announce the end of the meeting. Healthy eaters are going to close now, which is obviously against the rules.

   "Yes." The white lion stood up and was the first to agree.

  The guards brought in spirits, and the chiefs took the lead to pay tribute to the gods, and began to take turns drinking and swearing.

"Health eater, you're not a big sweat yet. If you murdered the Teltown Department, I won't obey you." The fire roaster closed the last cup. ceremony.

   So, according to the tradition of the Hed people, the health eaters divided the parts of the Hed into two wings and one army.

  Suz and Haidong as the central army, Teltown and Chihe as the right wing, and the other tribes merged into the left wing.

  Eaters also know that all the tribes of Hurd are scattered, and one tribe can still command, and many tribes can't execute too complicated military orders at all.

"Go back tonight and set up camp, tomorrow when the two-legged people march." The health eaters ordered the leaders of the various clans: "The central army will attack their central army, the right flank will attack their rear guard, and the left flank will attack their forward. All the clans work together. , they are determined not to be able to resist you and me."

   The health eaters were still making an appointment for the meeting time, when the sentry outside the tent suddenly came to report: The Paratus were burning the camp and had already fled overnight.

   "All the tribes hurry back to order troops and horses!" The healthy eater made a decisive decision: "With two-legged people, don't let them get away!"

  The leaders dispersed in response and walked out of the felt tent one after another.

In addition to the felt tent, everyone in the east of the sea was also hanging strings, wearing armor, and preparing horses.

  The people in the camp were neighing, and it was really lively.

   As the master of this area, the Chihe Department also carried some tents with the army.

  East of the sea came all the way, and didn't bring anything at all.

   Less baggage means faster action.

   Stepped on the war horse, led the slave horse, and put on the bow and knife, the Haidong people changed from the camping state to the marching state in a blink of an eye.

   The leaders of the tribes left the east of the sea and went to find their own tribes.

On the way back to the camp, the little lion was still sulking: "How can you listen to the **** of the health eater? They are here to take advantage! The blood is all from the Chihe tribe! Now he is acting like a sweat! "

   "Every sentence I said to the foodie was what I had thought about over the years." The white lion patiently explained to his younger brother: "The lion bites our throat, and the wolf bites our wrist. Deal with the lion first, or deal with the wolf first?"

   "But that can't be..."

  The white lion said bluntly: "If the health eaters can lead us to beat the Paratus people, I am willing to recommend him as the Great Khan."

  The little lion scratched his head: "Can't he win?"

  White Lion asked his younger brother in blunt Common language: "[Common language] How do you think the health eater compares to me?"

  The little lion was taken aback for a moment, and replied in Common Language: "How can [Common Language] be comparable to Big Brother!"

The white lion sighed: "[Common language] I was preparing for three years, but I thought I could defend Bian Li for three months. But when the Palatine people made an effort, Bian Li couldn't hold on for seven days. All the shamans helped each other, I thought at least one arm of the Platonic would be cut off, but I was still nearly wiped out."

  Little lion, as a witness, didn't know how to comfort his brother.

"[Common language] I thought I had overestimated the Paratus people enough, but I still underestimated them." Bai Shi patted his brother on the shoulder: "[Common language] We have to learn... There is still a lot. We were defeated, and our hearts looked down on us, because they hadn't learned the skills of the Paratus people. Only when they hit the nail, they will know what we have experienced, and will restore their respect for the Chihe Department. They will follow my strategy only when they hit the nail too."

   "[Common language] Then you and I... should we expect the health eaters to lose?" the little lion asked suspiciously.

"[Common] No! I sincerely hope the Eater will win." The White Lion replied sincerely: "[Common] but he can't because he is facing 'Plateau's Hammer' and ' The Shield of Plato'."

   The white lion rarely showed a smile: "[Common language] And from Plato's hammer, I learned a very important thing."

   “[Common language] what?”

   “[Common language] Alternate plan.”

  …

  While the white lion and the little lion were talking, General Arpad was giving his final speech to the Palatine cavalry.

   Arpad stood on a carriage, waving a piece of parchment, and shouted, "Do you know what this is?"

  Thousands of cavalrymen held the reins and stood in front of the horses in silence.

   "This is the order to withdraw troops from the Palatine Council!"

   As soon as this statement came out, the audience was shocked.

   Not only the soldiers, but even the lieutenants looked suspicious.

   The lieutenant colonels looked as usual, because they had long known the existence of this order.

The colonels    were not surprised, not only did they know this order, they also knew that this was the second order to withdraw troops.

  In the entire regiment, only Arpad and Sackler knew the truth: this was actually the fifth withdrawal order.

   It didn't take long for the Hurd raiders to invade the mainland of Palatu, and the Great Council issued the first order to withdraw troops.

   Five orders in a row, each with stricter wording.

"I tell you, what is written on this order!" Arpad picked up the parchment and told the entire legion the contents of the confidential letter: "The Fifth and Sixth Legion, stranded in the enemy territory, without an inch of merit. Order The Fifth and Sixth Corps return to the Shuangqiao Camp, and any delay will be punished as treason! It will be punished as treason!"

The    wind swept across the phalanx of Plato's soldiers, sending waves of anger.

"The council asked us, when the legion was needed, where was the legion?!" Arpad, in front of everyone, tore the lacquered order of the Palatine Council in his hand, and fell to the ground ruthlessly: " Fat-brained **** in the council! What do they think we're doing?!"

   "Did they think we were drinking wine, eating meat, and feasting on Heard women?"

   "Did they think we didn't want to go back to Plato?"

   "Didn't we fight with Heard barbarians one by one to this day?! Which of you is not injured? Which of you is buried in the wasteland without a comrade-in-arms?! Now we have become traitors?!"

   With the aid of the caster who restored his spell ability, Arpad's voice reached every corner of the Praetorian army.

   The anger and resentment suppressed in the hearts of the soldiers gradually fermented, but they fought **** battles! But he took his life to fight with the barbarian Hurd!

"Thousands of Heard barbarians are biting behind us! The Great Council treats us as traitors!" Arpad was also full of anger: "We are now alone! No one will come to save us! Only ourselves! Follow me! Kill all the Heard barbarians! Thread their ears with straw rope! Go to the Great Council with me and ask for an explanation!"

   "Long live!" some soldiers shouted.

   "Hooray!" the others shouted.

   "Long live!!" Everyone shouted with anger and resentment.

   Arpad mounted his horse and ran north first, with the eagle flag behind him.

   The bugle blew, and the cavalry all got on their horses and followed the general under the guidance of the officer.

  …

  …

   Arpad's inflammatory speech, however, had little to do with the vanguard.

   If the old gods hear about it, he will give Arpad a "ultimate" negative evaluation.

  For Winters, he still lived a marching life of walking, camping, resting, only more vigilant.

   After a day and a half, the order cavalry, holding the blue flag high, caught up with the vanguard from behind.

   "Victory!" Winters heard the other party shout: "Victory!"

   "General Sackler defeated the barbarian coalition! General Arpad broke ten battalions!"

  The soldiers of the vanguard cheered, and everyone beat their chests and roared, and threw their hats into the sky desperately.

   Winters was excited to find Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, but found that Lieutenant Colonel Jesska, Colonel Bode and the other two captains had a solemn look on their faces.

   "What's the matter?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska asked Winters.

   Winters saw that the situation was wrong, and his excitement gradually dissipated. He said as calmly as possible: "Good news, the rear army seems to have defeated the Hurd coalition."

   "What's the use?" Colonel Bode spat: "The bridge is on fire again."

   [I worked overtime yesterday and went home and slept well. Please allow me to make up the debt slowly, sorry. Still owed a map…]

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