Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 353 Hunting (8)

  [outside the hunting ring]

   Wolf smoke, firelight, hooves, and roaring arrows, the hunting ground is like a boiling crater.

   The mad beasts ran amok, and even broke through several felt walls. The hunter of Heard, who had no time to escape, was caught under his hoofs and disappeared screaming.

   In the sand and dust rolled up by the horseshoes, there are also Hurds and Hurds fighting.

   However, everyone in Tiefeng County could only hear the screams and the sound of the intersection of white knives, and couldn't see anything clearly.

  Without any warning, Vashka's warhorse roared rapidly, raised its front hooves high, and kicked fiercely at old Sergey.

  If it wasn't for Lieutenant Colonel Moritz's quick reaction, he knocked down old Dussack, and Sergey's head would have been kicked to smithereens.

  Washika on the horse's back was not feeling well either. He held the reins tightly and clamped the horse's rib tightly, trying his best to subdue the war horse that was inexplicably out of control.

The people around    avoided one after another, making room for Vashka. But the horse jumped and pedaled violently, and in a few strokes, Vashka was thrown off the saddle and fled.

  Washka fell heavily and fainted instantly. Old Sergey shouted and rushed towards his son.

  The Tiefeng County Mission and the Bad Earth Department gathered their troops, and the two sides subconsciously distanced themselves.

  Koshihaqi rushed with two hunters, and stayed twenty paces away to warn everyone in Tiefeng County: "Horse! Horse!" He immediately returned to the team of the Bad Earth Department.

   No need for Koshhachi to remind him, Pierre also noticed the strangeness of the warhorse.

   Even the most docile riding horse on weekdays has become manic and restless at this moment.

   Pierre's mount was drooling even more, constantly knocking on the ground with its hooves, trying to attack any kind that came close to it.

   "Dismount!" Pierre made a decisive decision: "Demolish the felt wall!"

  The members of the embassy selected by Winters understood, quickly got off their horses, and re-fixed the hitching stakes out of the crowd.

  The members of the mission, who had tied their war horses, immediately began to dismantle the felt walls and build temporary fortifications with wooden stakes, ropes and leather.

   "Please rest here first." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly placed Anna in the center of the queue, and apologized with grace: "Excuse me to leave for a while."

  Ana did her best to appear calm, smiling and nodding.

  The sword was unsheathed, the gun was lanyard, and the Tiefeng County embassy erected two layers of tripping ropes, relying on the temporary felt wall to be on guard.

  Pierre took the initiative to ask Lieutenant Colonel Moritz for instructions: "Please order, Lieutenant Colonel."

   "The water was deliberately muddy, wait for it to clear before taking action." Moritz took out an arrow, looked for the center of gravity of the arrow, and shot the arrow out: "Stay here and kill anyone who dares to approach."

  …

  [in the hunting circle]

   Winters carefully put the lion cub on the horse.

   Just now, the little lion was two arrows away from him, and he didn't see what hurt the little lion. Only a sound of thunder was heard, and the little lion disappeared into the smoke.

   rushed to the scene, and the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not yet dissipated made Winters verify his conjecture—the assassin used a gunpowder weapon.

   It could be heavy artillery, it could be grenades, no matter what it was, it was far beyond what the little lion gave him.

   "How can the Chihe Department let outsiders put heavy artillery under the nose?"

   "Who can hide the grenade on the little lion?"

   All kinds of questions appeared in Winters' mind, and were immediately suppressed by more urgent matters. There is no time for questioning and accountability now. The most important thing is to save the life of the little lion.

  The location of the enemy and the enemy is unknown, the number is unknown, and the identity is unknown, so there is only one place that can be called safe in the hunting ground - Qingqiu.

  The little lion gradually fell into a semi-conscious state, unable to even utter a complete sentence. He moaned over and over again: "[Hedde] wolf... wolf..."

   Another hoof sound approached, and three white-armored cavalry rushed into the smokescreen. Seeing that the little lion was covered in blood, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead, three white-armored cavalrymen dismounted from the saddle and surrounded him in fear.

   "Back off!" Winters held his spear flat and pointed at the comer.

   The young white-armored cavalry on the right was furious and pulled out his waist sword.

   "[Hede] stop! Don't seek death!" The white-armored cavalry headed by him slammed the sword-drawer and shouted loudly: "[Hede] let Batu protect the little lion! The little lion believes in Batu!"

   After saying that, the white-armored cavalry led by him patted his chest hard, and then pointed in the direction of Qingqiu.

  Although the two sides cannot understand what each other is saying, the body language conveys enough information.

   Winters nodded, signaling the three to go first.

   Just took a few steps, a strange sound penetrated the noise and entered Winters' ears.

  This strange sound is like a whistle, a whimper, and a cicada, but it is carefully distinguished, but it is different from any one.

The    strange sound lasted only a moment, but Winters was sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination. Because the one with the knife among the three white armored cavalry - and the youngest one - was also looking for the source of the sound.

   The other two older white-armored cavalrymen did not respond.

  The surrounding environment became more and more strange, the smoke not only did not dissipate, but it became thicker and wider, covering several people.

   Winters stopped - something else!

   The frightened beasts fled blindly, and the hunters of each tribe fought their own battles. There was chaos inside and outside the hunting grounds, and the sound of hoofs, roars, and killings were all mixed together.

   It was supposed to be noisy, but Winters could hear a strange quietness.

   All sounds came from a distance, and he couldn't hear any nearby noises. The galloping herd had no purpose or direction, but in unison bypassed where Winters was. It was as if some kind of terrifying monster was hiding nearby, scaring away all the beasts.

  Winters looked around, the smoke filled the air, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a beast ten meters away; the smoke seemed to be poisonous, and his eyes started to sting not long after he touched it.

  Quick horse breakout? The badly injured lion cub couldn't stand the bumps. And blind action is likely to hit the trap.

   Winters didn't know the enemy's weapons, nor the enemy's tactics, but he speculated that the enemy's troops were not many, otherwise they would have swarmed them, why should they be so timid?

   He made a decision.

   He pulled out the steel cone, closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened intently.

   noticed that Batu suddenly stood still, and the three white-armored cavalry also stopped.

   Out of respect, the three white-armored cavalry remained silent. However, after several rounds of breathing, there was still no movement.

   The situation was critical, every breath seemed to be extremely long, and the youngest white-armored cavalry finally couldn't hold back.

   The moment the young white-armored cavalry opened his mouth, Winters caught the enemy's flaw: a low roar of a beast and a sound like a snake spitting out a letter.

   Winters, without hesitation, fired five steel cones at the sound source without reservation.

The   smoke was followed by a miserable whimper, followed by a series of footsteps.

   There are others!

   Resisting the phantom pain, Winters entered the spellcasting state again and threw the spear at the fleeing man with all his strength.

   cast the spell with full strength twice in a row, the phantom pain almost made Winters faint. The spear carrying a huge amount of kinetic energy pierced the smoke screen and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   Winters did not hear the sound of the spear piercing the body, but the three white armored cavalry were also top players and had already rushed in the direction he indicated.

   glanced at the comatose little lion, Winters stayed where he was and did not follow.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   Without any warning, two deafening roars erupted not far from Winters.

  The air wave was wrapped in hundreds of sharp weapons, instantly dispelling the smoke screen and sweeping the earth. The broken limbs and soil were lifted up into the sky, and then fell down.

   Dust and gunpowder shrouded again, and no sound could be heard from the positions of the red-armored rider and the white-armored rider.

  …

  [In the hunting circle, outside the smokescreen]

   "[Hedde] died?" The white sturgeon lurking in the withered grass carefully observed the prey: "[Hedde] died?"

  As the best eagle catcher in the various tribes, camouflage and concealment are the best things of the white sturgeon. If you don't stand close and distinguish carefully, no one can see that there is still a person hidden in the yellow-brown grass.

  The white sturgeon hid silently, but there was another person chattering in his mind: "[Hede] is dead? Dead?"

   Talking to oneself is also one of the occupational diseases of hawkers.

   Traps are usually required to capture adult falcons. Falconers set up sets for as little as four or five days, or as long as a month. Being alone for too long, the eagle catcher is accustomed to talking to himself unconsciously.

   "Do you want to do it again?" Bai Sturgeon carefully calculated the gains and losses. There was only the slight sound of withered grass burning in the smokescreen, and there was no movement other than that, it seemed that he was dead.

  White Sturgeon made up his mind and picked up the bone flute hanging around his neck.

   Bai Sturgeon is not surprised that the White Lion is protected by the Chosen One. Since he can be invited to kill the white lion, it is not uncommon for the Chihe Department to invite another chosen person to protect the white lion.

   In the prairie, the Chosen One is extremely rare. A Chosen One will not attempt to kill another Chosen One unless it is absolutely necessary.

  But if the blood has flowed to the earth, it must not die, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

   "Talent" is about life and death. Every Chosen One will try to hide his "talent" as much as possible, but Bai Sturgeon already knows the opponent's trump card.

   "[Hede] is a good choice for throwing darts?" The javelin that just swept past him like a shooting star made the white sturgeon still terrified at the moment: "Why haven't [Hede] heard of it?"

   But it doesn't matter. Since he already knows the "talent" of the other party, the white sturgeon has a way to deal with it.

  The white sturgeon is just a pity - another chosen one is going to return to all souls.

   The strange sound of the bone flute sounded again. The sound of the bone flute was not loud, but it had a strong penetrating power and could be easily distinguished from the noise.

The invisible ripples from the   bone flute spread to the edge of the hunting ring. After several neatly dressed hunters heard the sound of the bone flute, they immediately walked to the carriage behind them and removed the covering.

   Beneath the veil are two cages made of fine iron, and in each cage there is a sturdy wolf dog that resembles a wolf but is not a wolf.

  The hunter brought a total of two carriages, each with four iron cages. The carriage that had just opened the cover also had four wolf dogs, and the iron cages on the other carriage were all empty.

   The wolfhound had long been impatient because of the sound of the bone flute. As soon as the hunter opened the cage door, the wolfhound sprang out of the cage, jumped over the felt wall, and went straight to the master's hiding place.

  The white sturgeon lurked silently among the dead grass until the two wolfhounds arrived.

  The ferocious wolf dogs make hunters dare not approach easily, but beside the white sturgeon, they behave very docile and well-behaved.

   Wolfdogs are trained not to bark easily. So they just kept making light grunts, wagging their tails desperately, and licking the sturgeon's cheeks with their wet tongues.

  The white sturgeon gently stroked the two wolf dogs and chanted silently. After his touch, the two wolf dogs became more excited, happy and satisfied.

   Almost there, the white sturgeon took out a sealed iron box from its bosom, and inside the box were several dark yellow grease-like objects. The white sturgeon put the iron box in front of the wolf dog's nose and let them sniff.

In the    hunting ground, only two of them had the smell of Langzhi. One is the white sturgeon himself, and the other is the white lion in red armor.

   Gunpowder smoke and sulfur may confuse people's sense of smell, but they can't hide from the white sturgeon's wolf dog.

   Finally, the white sturgeon took out a wooden tube.

   He pulled off the lid, revealing smoldering sawdust, and ignorantly lit the gunpowder twist of the "small wine barrel" hanging under the wolfhound's neck.

   "[Hede] go." Bai Sturgeon gave the order silently, blowing the bone flute again.

   As in the previous training, the two wolf dogs faithfully carried out the instructions, rushed into the smoke without hesitation, and rushed towards the target with the smell of wolf mushrooms.

  The white sturgeon waited patiently.

   Soon, dull explosions came from behind the smoke screen. Another wave of air swept across the surface, and pieces of iron, blood plasma and soil fell on the white sturgeon one after another.

   Then everything is dead.

  The white sturgeon continued to wait for a while, and he couldn't even hear the moaning sound. It was probably really dead.

   He cautiously threw a few stones into the smokescreen, but nothing happened.

   "[Hedde] token." Bai Sturgeon stood up silently and walked carefully to the explosion site.

  According to the agreement, he needs to get some evidence to prove the death of the white lion...preferably the head of the white lion.

   The smoke shrouded the earth like a gauze, and it has not yet dissipated.

   "[Herde] cigarette case, again." Bai Sturgeon thought regretfully.

  The cigarette case is a two-legged thing, use one less than one. For the chiefs, the cigarette case may not be of much use. But in the eyes of the white sturgeon, the cigarette box is more valuable than the wolf dog.

  The wind picked up, and the smoke screen was slowly flowing.

  The white sturgeon keenly sensed that the wind direction was a little strange, but he couldn't tell where the strangeness was.

   raised his head, and the white sturgeon was shocked to realize that the smoke screen was not "flowing", but "spinning".

  I saw that the smoke screen was spinning faster and faster, and before the white sturgeon could react, the smoke screen suddenly spread around, as if the power that had previously restrained the smoke screen disappeared all at once.

  In an instant, the surface of the earth was cleared, and the smoke wall covering the explosion site completely collapsed.

   In the fight between the Chosen Ones, the outcome is only a matter of millimeters.

   "[Herde] is over!" For the first time, a voice came from the throat of the white sturgeon, and his figure was exposed. He wanted to hide, but he had nowhere to hide.

  A man covered in blood and mud jumped out from under the corpse of the warhorse. The man just raised his hand, and the consciousness of the white sturgeon was completely annihilated.

   Winters spat **** saliva and walked over to the assassin's body, confirming that the assassin was really dead.

  Assassin's clothes were covered with dead leaves and tawny rags, and looked like a clump of wormwood from a distance, no wonder it was so hidden.

   A peculiarly-shaped bone flute hung on the assassin's chest, which was very conspicuous. He tore off the bone flute and put it in his pocket.

   Until then, Winters felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

  He fumbled and pulled out a piece of zhajia armor from his shoulder.

   "This thing." Winters threw the **** armor plate on the assassin's body with a complicated expression: "The first person to use it was me."

   [Thank you for your collection, reading, subscription, recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, reward and comment, thank you all]

   [Currently 2 chapters away + previous accounts]

   (end of this chapter)