Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 290 The Eve

  Where is Winters Montagne? This question also haunts Samukin.

  When it was about to get bright, Samukin, who had been anxiously waiting all night, finally saw the torches waving on the other side, and he immediately sent a small boat to take people across the river.

   Night battles are melee battles. Both sides fight indiscriminately with courage and skill, and there is no formation to speak of.

   In this case, once the infantry is overwhelmed by the cavalry, all that awaits the infantry is slaughter.

   So Winters ordered that the garrison along the coast would be allowed to cross the river only if they saw the signal.

   Winters also didn't expect to rely on conscripted civilians to fight hard battles, and it was difficult to heal the wounded, clean the battlefield, and gather the stragglers and the lost.

   "Win." Samukin arrived on the west bank by boat with boundless joy, and it didn't take long for him to be dizzy by the bad news of Bart Shaling.

   "The centurion is not here." Bart Xia Ling chased away the others and told Samukin with Er.

   "What did you say?" Samukin was startled.

   "Keep your voice down." Bart Xialing's eyes were solemn and his cheeks tightened: "Not many people know about this."

"what happened?!"

   "I have traveled all over several battlefields on the west bank, and I can't find the centurion." Bart Shilling still maintained his final calm: "But Shire and Heinrich are also not here, so there should be nothing wrong."

   "Where is Tamas?" Samukin asked.

   "At my place."

   "He doesn't know where the centurion is?" Samukin was furious: "What is he doing!?"

   "He's injured, quite heavy." Bart Shalling whispered.

  Samukin clenched his fists tightly, looked around, and slammed his thigh: "Alas!"

The situation in the    West Bank is currently extremely chaotic.

  Last night, Winters went through seven battles, battling sixteen battalions in a row.

The leaders of the   Telltown team couldn't figure out how many enemies there were, and they saw the defeated troops fleeing wave after wave. So the idea of ​​preserving strength prevailed, and they all went first.

   In the end, wherever the Winters flag went, the people of Teldun hoped to be invincible.

   Winters also has a large number of riders left behind and separated. Rather than being killed in battle, those who fell from the horse were injured more.

After the sound of    fighting dissipated, the situation became more disordered.

  Some of the defeated Teldons roamed the battlefield like crows, scavenging for property and clothing from the dead.

  There was also the fleeing leader of Teltown, who felt that there was an opportunity, and led his troops to return quietly.

  The bodies of the wounded and riders in Cheolbong County are scattered all over the coast, and it is lucky to be able to go to the river bank and wait for the fleet to rescue them.

   A rider broke his leg when he fell off the horse and was unable to move. If it wasn't for the search and rescue teams to search for them along the way, they could only wait to die in despair - more than one wounded.

"One of the wounded said... the centurion is going to chase the barbarian chiefs." Bart Shalling gritted his teeth: "I think it makes sense. Let's gather up those who can still fight and send them to the centurion. .how do you feel?"

   "Company Commander!" A scout galloped forward, and stopped before Bart Shalling's nose. The detective rider rolled off the saddle and reported out of breath, "Sixty or seventy barbarians are heading here along the beach!"

   When Bart Xia Ling heard this, his eyes widened like eagles.

  Samukin looked at the chaotic scene of this temporary ferry: the wounded being brought back in a steady stream, the father and son crying on the corpse, the swords, guns and armor piled up indiscriminately on the other side...

   "Wait about the Teltown people first!" Bart Shalling looked at Samukin: "How many people do you have who can ride horses?"

"There is no need to meet the centurion." Samukin made up his mind: "The centurion always said that everyone has their own responsibilities, and victory depends on everyone doing their due diligence. The Montagne tribune has his responsibilities, Xia Captain Ling also has the responsibility of Captain Xia Ling, and I also have mine."

   "Stop taking the centurion's words to oppress me!" Bart Xialing was furious: "It's really an accident... Have you ever thought about what happened to the centurion... What will happen to Tiefeng County?"

   "I'll give you all the people in my hands who dare to fight." Samukin looked directly at Bart Xialing's eyes: "It's still according to the original plan, you intercept the barbarians who want to kill the carbine, and let me clean the battlefield."

  Bart Xialing wanted to say something, but suddenly pursed his lips and stared.

  Samujin followed the other side's line of sight and looked back, only to see two thick smoke rising from the southwest, one white and one gray - it was Xiatiefeng County.

  Xia Tiefeng County has raised white beacon smoke and grey beacon smoke, but one white and one gray beacon smoke is unprecedented.

  Bart Xialing restrained his anger and gradually became calm: "Come on."

   "Well." Samukin looked at the two smoke pillars: "Here it is."

  …

  Xia Tiefeng County, Dajiao River.

   "Don't pour it all in!" The pony Anglo pushed the bellows desperately and yelled loudly: "It will go out! It will burn a little bit!"

   Burning oak will emit white smoke, and if mixed with rotten leaves, it will turn into gray smoke.

  The men with panic faces were busy running around the two huge earthen stoves, eager to pour all the firewood and rotten leaves into the hearths in one go.

   The wood and humus that were not fully burned turned into thick smoke, which was collected by two long chimneys and flew towards the sky.

  This stronghold, which is less than a mile from the river bank, has been hidden until today and it was used for the first time. Further north, there are many hidden strongholds of two beacon furnaces.

  There is only one case where two beacon smokes will rise - the Terdun people "crossing the river", not the small-scale shallow crossing of a hundred or ten people, but the main force of the Terdun Khan Court crossing the river in thousands.

   "Ten cavalry captains! It's not good!" Yiqi rushed into the camp: "Barbarian Qingqi saw the beacon! Killed it!"

  Angelo dropped the bellows, grabbed the collar of the person who picked it up, and asked angrily, "I want you to see if the Khan Flag of the Barbarian Chief has crossed the river! Has it passed?"

   "It's over! Horsetail flags! Don't talk about dozens!"

  Anglo let go of his hand and ordered the others: "Withdraw!"

  Anglo rode on the red mane, and the others rode their horses that had been saddled, and walked away, leaving only an empty camp for the Teldon people.

  …

   Lower Tiefeng County, Langtun Town, secret camp of Ronald Department.

   Major Ronald is talking to the mysterious Father Saul.

  The old Hurd slave "Bald Tail" who calls himself [Brother Saul] can use Hurd, common language, old language and ancient church language, and he knows the customs of Plato, the provinces and even the empire.

   But apart from the holy order and the name "Saul", the order he belonged to, where and when he was born, who consecrated him... The old slave didn't mention a word.

   Even with the knife on his neck, he only replied "The Catholic Church can prove my identity".

  The officers did not believe that the old slave in front of him was the so-called "Father Saul", and they still closely monitored the old slaves like slaves and captives.

   Soon, the old slave showed his worth—the "Platoons" who knew the inside story of Teltown better than he did, I'm afraid they couldn't find it in the newly cultivated provinces.

   As small as interrogating prisoners and identifying the enemy's belongings, as large as the temperament of the Kotas and the usual tactics of the Teltown Department, the old slave Bald Tail knows everything.

The information of   [Ambush the Bald Dog Department] was provided by the old slave, and the process was just as the old slave said: Although there were two other groups of Teltown people near the Bald Dog Department's camp, no one came to help the Bald Dog.

  Because "Bald Dog used to be the guard of the fire roaster, and relying on the fire roaster's trust to make a fortune, the other lords of the Teltown Department were very happy to see the death of the Bald Dog".

  The old slave's status in Ronald's small army increased, and people gradually changed his name to "Father Saul" and even began to let him preside over Mass.

"I still don't understand it very well." Father Saul asked Ronald indifferently: "Why do you, Mr. Eper and Mr. Adam have to work hard for a group of farmhouses? Hide in the strong fortress, and the Terdun people will grab enough. Naturally, they will leave. Many years ago, the nobles of Plato did this."

   "The monk." Ronald was grinding the arrowhead, and he answered without looking up: "There are no nobles in the republic anymore, my father is an ordinary businessman."

"When the Lord created the creation, he never created a class of people called nobles." Father Saul held the rosary and lowered his eyes like a deep pool: "You are shaped to serve the regime in the form of violence. Not only against foreign enemies, but also Inside the repression, this behavior is consistent with the nobility."

   "Not a citizen?"

   "There are also slaves below the citizens. In this sense, the citizens of the free class are also nobles. Their status is lower than that of some people and higher than that of others."

"What you said... may have some truth." Ronald put down the arrow and picked up another broken stone arrow: "But as you said. But we are not shaped by emperors, kings and grand dukes, but by the country. Us. So we're not loyal to the crown, but to the country. As for what is the country, the regime? The army? The people? I don't even think about it...but certainly not the Hurds..."

  The sound of footsteps sounded, and Lieutenant Adam ran over, panting.

   "Fengyan, two." Adam supported his knees and swallowed: "One white and one gray, here we come."

   "Yes, here we come." Ronald rubbed the arrows.

  …

   Central Tiefeng County, along the Pantuo River.

   Budd in the refugee camp also saw two beacon smoke rising.

   "Get everyone ready." Bud said to Ish: "The Teltown people are coming."

  …

  The Great Wasteland.

   A dozen Turdun quiverers galloped desperately, beating the warhorses under the crotch non-stop.

   A quiver turned his head in horror, and then shouted in a weeping voice: "[Herde] is still behind, can't run away! Burn it! Burn it!"

   His words were mixed with the sound of wind and hoofs, sounding a little whimpering.

The quiver headed by    scolded: "[Herde] burns? Where's the time? Run!"

The   quivers have been fleeing for a long time, from night to day.

   These quivers are all the guards of the fire roasters, and there were originally seventy people.

There were only three    pursuers. When they first appeared behind them, the quiverers divided half of their troops to stop them, but they were unsuccessful.

   split another half of the men and horses, and the pursuers were still biting hard behind them.

The    quiver warriors did not dare to fight any more, and ran wildly to the west.

   "[Hedde] split!" another quiverer shouted: "[Hedde] split into two wings!"

  's headed quiver clenched his teeth and nodded.

  …

  New Reclaimed Land, Maplestone City, New Reclaimed Land Corps Headquarters.

  The office of Colonel Chloe, the regiment administrator, was kicked open, and Colonel Bode rushed in angrily. The two burly guards were unable to stop the somewhat thin one-armed old soldier.

  Colonel Bode was too lazy to greet each other. As soon as he entered the door, he could not dodge and asked: "What's the matter? Did you come up with any results?!"

   Colonel Chloe signaled the two guards to step back, smiled and said to Colonel Bode, "I just wanted to talk to you after the MI meeting."

"Say!"

   "Vogne County has become a mess. Twelve messengers can be sent to ask for help a day. The border of Jinghu County is also unstable..."

   "Okay? Or not?" Colonel Bode slapped the table and shouted, "In a word, hurry up!"

"After the battle in mid-September, most of the conscripted garrison troops were disbanded, and they are still gathering. The military command means that it is safe to send troops from Maplestone City and go north. Repel the Heards in Vigne County first, and then enter Suppress Tiefeng County…”

   "The garrison of Jiang County, Baishan County, and Leiqun County over there?" Colonel Bode's eyebrows twitched tightly: "You can't move, nor can they?!"

"We can accept refugees from Tiefeng County when necessary. The tentative battle plan ... is to fortify along the Anya River." Colonel Chloe's expression was complicated: "Senior, the situation in Tiefeng County ... is already like that. Breaking through the Anya River by the Hurds and entering Baishan County... That is really being stabbed by the Hurds with a knife..."

  Colonel Chloe rambled on reasoning, while Colonel Bird said nothing.

   In the end, Colonel Chloe stopped talking, and the two sat in silence.

"By the way, don't you want to go back to the castles?" Colonel Chloe said to Colonel Bode with a strong smile: "The legion has already arranged carriages, guards and documents for you. You are welcome back, and they said they would invite you to be a permanent member of the new Army Commission, and to be promoted…”

   "Hahahaha." Colonel Bode suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, with a very happy and comfortable smile, which made Colonel Chloe a little unsure of what to do.

   "You?" Colonel Chloe asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

   "In the end..." Colonel Bode laughed and said, "...You guys still have ambitions and lack of energy and talent. You're not as good as that Arpad guy with an asshole!"

   Colonel Chloe was startled.

   "You don't need your carriages, escorts, or documents." Colonel Bode stood up and tidied up a little: "Give me three horses, a bag of rations, and I can walk by myself."

after an hour.

  The suspension bridge of Maplestone City slowly fell, and a one-armed old soldier rode out of the city and walked away.

  …

   At about the same time, there was also a story going on in the wintering pastures of the Teltown department, far and far west of Maplestone City.

  Hard people call the overwintering pastures "winter nests", which are usually chosen on the riverside with lower terrain or in the valleys surrounded by mountains.

   All in all, go wherever it is better to spend the winter.

  Telltown is one of the three largest divisions and naturally occupies one of the best winter pastures. Therefore, their overwintering grassland is next to the Ember River, which is probably the lowest place on the wasteland and the warmest in winter.

   This year’s winter came a little late, but it still came. At a glance, the overwintering pastures were all withered and yellow, and there was no trace of emerald green.

  In this yellow-green ocean, there is an inconspicuous hillside, with seven felt tents tied in the lee of the hillside, and the outside of the felt tent is surrounded by a horse-drawn carriage.

   Seven felt tents, dozens of cows, a hundred or so horses, and hundreds of sheep, a "small tribe" in Hurd society was almost that big.

   This kind of miniature tribe is usually maintained by blood relationship, supporting two or three full-time samurai, belonging to a small family of a large tribe, and can draw dozens of subjects and slaves during wars.

  Because of the scattered overwintering reasons, the free people in the tribe do not live here, but are distributed on the grasslands in a radius of more than ten kilometers.

   But at this moment, there are hundreds of horses grazing quietly on the hillside, far exceeding the size of a family of seven felt tents.

  Some people in the camp are slaughtering sheep and burning stones to prepare food: put fresh lamb meat into a sheepskin bag, pour a little water and salt, put hot stones in, and finally tie the sheepskin bag tightly.

   Outside the camp lay more than two dozen corpses, both men and women.

  A man came down the hillside, swearing.

  The wind was blowing tightly, and the man was tightly wrapped up and down, only a handsome face was exposed.

The    man pulled open the curtain, and his delicate facial features even looked hideous because he was too excited: "Damn, I'm **** blood in my urine! Are you there? Going west?"

   Another tall man was sitting in the felt tent. The tall man was shaving with a saber and didn't answer.

   "What's so beautiful!" The handsome man didn't squeak out: "Who to see? Someone to see?"

   "Just today." The tall man put down his saber: "No need to go west."

   "Okay!" The handsome man was very happy: "Do you know where we are?"

   "I don't know." The tall man took off his ill-fitting robe, carefully took out a hussar uniform from his saddlebag, carefully removed the dust and smoothed the wrinkles: "Where is it?"

   Lieutenant Andrea Cellini had already changed into a full hussar uniform when he stepped out of the tent.

  The melody of the assembly number echoed down the hillside, and the cavalry assembled and lined up from all over the camp.

   A little later, nearly a hundred cavalrymen left, and the fire rose from the bottom of the hillside.

  …

  It wasn't until the West Bank battlefield was cleaned up that Winters took Charles and Heinrich back to the Bighorn River.

  Samukin's taut cheeks finally showed a smile, and the invisible boulder pressed against his chest shattered violently.

  Not waiting for Samukin to report the victory, Winters, who was so tired that he was shaky, took out a large mass of **** things like wool from his saddlebag and threw it to Samukin: "Find someone to wash it."

  Samukin read it several times before he figured out what he was holding. He suddenly widened his eyes: "This...how did you grab this thing..."

   Before Samukin could say anything, Winters on horseback had already fallen headfirst.

  Everyone supported the tribune with all hands and feet.

   "Two beacon fires, one white and one ash." Bart Xia Linghui reported: "The main force of the Teltown people has detoured to Xia Tiefeng County, and here they come."

"it is good."

   One only heard the military tribunal say one word, and then found that the military tribunal had lost consciousness.

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