Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 354 Hunting (9)

  [outside the hunting ring]

   "What is he shouting?" Pierre frowned.

"do not know."

   A stone's throw away from the felt wall, the unidentified Hurd rider was still shouting hoarsely.

   But no matter how important the message he was trying to convey, Pierre et al couldn't understand it.

   Without waiting for the interpreter to arrive, the angry old Sergey grabbed the arquebus from the others, and pressed the launch rod at the noisy Hurd rider without hesitation.

   The buckshot passed Rider Hurd, who froze for a moment and turned away.

  Pierre clenched his fists and immediately looked at the location where the gunshots came from. But when he saw who was the one who opened fire without authorization, he still pressed his anger and didn't get angry at old Sergey.

   "Devil! Heretics! Die!" Old Sergey was furious: "Damn it all!"

   Lieutenant Colonel Moritz's cold voice sounded: "Mr. Morozov."

  Old Sergey was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and responded, "Yes!"

   "How's Mr. Morozov's injury?"

   "Opened the scoop." Old Sergey sniffed hard: "Not dead!"

   "Go and look after Mr. Morozov." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly ordered: "You are not needed here."

  Old Sergey stood for a while like a puppet, saluted slowly, and walked stiffly towards the inner circle of the circle.

   Pierre doesn't have time to solve Uncle Morozov now, he has more important responsibilities.

  According to Pierre's visual observation, his location is almost five kilometers away from Qingqiu.

   For five kilometers, it takes ten minutes for a fast horse to run.

  If the shape of the hunting ground is roughly a circle, then the circumference of the hunting ground should be more than 30 kilometers.

   Thirty kilometers, one hour less to talk about on horseback.

   From a formal point of view, the "big hunt" of the Chihe Department is nothing more than a simple and rude drawing of a circle on the ground, and the hunters of the various tribes sit around, watch the ceremony and shoot.

   However, when the "circle" drawn by the Chihe Department was large enough to accommodate an entire city, the situation became complicated.

   Hundreds of tribes and tens of thousands of hunters are scattered around the giant ring. Except for the Chihe tribe occupying the central highland Qingqiu, the rest of the tribes cannot get an overview of the overall situation, and it is difficult to coordinate and communicate with each other.

   Such an arrangement will undoubtedly give ulterior motives a chance to fish in troubled waters.

   "I can see it." Pierre thought, "Can't the barbarian see it?"

   On the one hand, Pierre believed that according to the calculation of the barbarian chiefs, he must have prepared in advance, and he never forgot the somersault that the Palatine expedition force planted on the Chihe Department;

   On the other hand, I don’t know where the blood wolf is, or what the Chihe Department is doing, let alone what’s going on with the beacon smoke behind the horizon.

   Surrounded by barbarians, shouldering the life and death of relatives, friends and comrades, one wrong step, and going to **** is not enough to atone for his sins - Pierre really experienced the pressure of Winters Montagne for the first time.

   He tried his best to tell himself to stay calm and think, but the clothes on his back were still uncontrollably wet with sweat.

  Moritz glanced at Pierre, and said in his usual casual tone: "You're doing very well."

  Pierre nodded expressionlessly. In fact, he was very grateful in his heart. He was grateful that there was still someone who could count on him at the moment.

  The wind and sand gradually became larger, and the airflow rolled up the overwhelming dust. It didn't take long for the wind to blow, and everyone's clothes were covered with a fine layer of dark red dust.

   Pierre clearly remembered that it was sunny at sunrise, but the wind and sand at the moment was so great that it was more than the smoke and dust that could be raised by the galloping horses.

   "Will you wait?" Pierre asked.

   "Wait a minute," Moritz replied, looking up and sniffing the air.

  The dust filled the air, everyone else covered their mouths and noses with scarves, but Lieutenant Colonel Moritz behaved abnormally.

   "What are you sniffing?" asked Pierre.

Lieutenant Colonel   Moritz took off his cloak and wrapped it around his face without hesitation, leaving only a pair of eyes outside. His eyes were like a smile but not a smile: "unusual taste."

  The field of vision was gradually restricted by the sand and dust, and soon even Qingqiu could not see clearly.

  Pierre stood on the stake and looked out. He saw all the members of the nearest Bad Earth Division walking with bows, knives and horses, as if they were trying to escape.

   The hunters of the Badlands do their best to fight the raging warhorses. A war horse broke the reins and galloped into the red sand that blocked the sun. The hunter ran wildly behind him, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

   Another group of Heard hunters in the vicinity was much smaller than that of the Bad Earth Division, and they all dismounted and carried bows. But they were just on guard, apparently hesitant to go or stay.

Anxiety also spread inside the embassy. Someone walked up to Pierre and suggested in a low voice: "The camp has a car formation, which is much safer than here. Should we return to the camp as soon as possible? Stay here, if there is anything behind the wolf Accidentally, we can all…”

Pierre interrupted the other party and answered loudly in a volume that everyone could hear: "Without horses and a sandstorm, we can't go anywhere! Moving now is killing, unless the horse can ride or the sandstorm stops, Otherwise, don't think about going back to camp."

   "But there are only Father Kaman and Berrian in the camp now." The proposer also raised his voice: "If we don't go back, they can't hold it!"

   "It doesn't matter." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz ended the dispute lightly: "Just leave it to Father Kaman."

The    proposer was not persuaded, but he did not dare to contradict Lieutenant Colonel Moritz, he could only salute indignantly, and strode back to the firing position.

   "Camp?" Pierre watched him walk away.

   "Just leave it to Father Kaman." Moritz repeated in the same tone: "Besides, there is still that lion."

When    was speaking, the hail-like sound of hoofs penetrated the sand and dust and entered the ears of everyone, and it became clearer and clearer.

   A cavalry is coming here!

   "Musketeer!" Pierre rushed to the direction of the sound of hoofs and shouted with a spear, "My place! All ready!"

  The members of the mission equipped with muskets methodically moved to the side facing the horse, each looking for a suitable shooting position, and carefully opened the gunpowder pool.

   There was too much sand, and some gunpowder in the gunpowder pool was blown away instantly.

   "Don't panic! Recharge!" Pierre pressed the impulse to curse: "Cover the fire door with a cloak!"

  Others immediately took off their capes and even coats to help the Musketeers keep out the wind and sand.

  The Hurds were not deaf, and they also heard the sound of rolling hooves.

   The small group of Heard hunters suddenly fell into panic. Some hunters rushed to the war horses desperately, and others stood at a loss.

  The poor leader tried hard to restrain the crowd, but the incoming cavalry did not give him a chance.

  The black cavalry broke through the dust, the cavalry's spear tips were covered with dark red dried blood, and they went straight to kill the smaller group of Heard hunters.

   The two sides have not yet had substantial contact, and the small number of Heard hunters has completely collapsed.

  Like a handful of **** water scattered in the sand, hunters from unknown tribes fled. Some people got into the hunting ring, some people fled into the sandstorm, and some people rushed towards the Tiefeng County Mission in a panic.

   "Don't fire!" Pierre jumped out of the felt wall, entered the open space between the first trip line and the second trip line, and threw his spear fiercely at the running hunter Heard.

  The spear shot, Pierre drew out his saber, rolled over to stop the trip, and shouted sharply: "Get out!!"

   Even if the language is not clear, what Pierre wants to convey is accurate. Hunter Hurd instantly sobered up, most of them were repulsed by Pierre, and they rolled and crawled to other places.

  Only a small and thin Hurd man, whether he was scared or not at all, continued to run towards the temporary fortifications of the Tiefeng County Mission.

  Pierre gritted his teeth and went up to meet him.

  The skinny escaped Heard hunter saw Pierre, shouting desperately for something, and one of them didn't pay attention and ran into the previous stumbling line.

   The skinny Heard hunter was tripped heavily, and the stakes holding the tripping ropes were also dragged crookedly.

   Pierre was burning with rage, and with a knife he was about to slash the skinny Heard hunter to death. The skinny Heard hunter saw Pierre's expression of wanting to eat, and crawled backwards in horror.

   In the next instant, Pierre yelled in anger and unwillingness, turned and rushed towards the stake that fixed the tripping rope. Reason is temporarily better than rage, and repairing the trip is more important than venting anger.

  He lifted the sloping stakes. The soil of the hunting grounds was loose, and the original potholes that fixed the stakes had been deformed. Pierre could only use the handle of the knife to continue to smash the stake further.

  Suddenly, a stone fell on the stake following the hilt of the knife—the skinny Heard hunter did not escape, picked up a stone from somewhere, looked at Pierre in horror, and helped.

   The skinny hunter will jump up every time he knocks on the stake, making the soil around the stake firm again. During the brief interval between the attacking cavalry and the massacre of Hunter Heard, Pierre and the skinny hunter fixed the stake again.

   Seeing Pierre's gloomy face, the thin hunter turned around and was about to flee, but was dragged down by Pierre grabbing the collar.

   Regardless of the other party's struggles and shouts, Pierre dragged the thin hunter and strode back into the felt wall.

   The incoming cavalry did not hunt down those who had fled too far, nor did they collect trophies. After the tribe of the skinny hunters was scattered, they quickly assembled again.

  Pierre threw the skinny hunter aside and asked out of breath, "How many savages?"

   "Half a squadron, less than a hundred." A musketeer stared: "Why can their horses ride?"

   Pierre sneered: "It's just that they did it!"

  There are two groups of Heard hunters near the Iron Peak Mission. The smaller group bore the brunt and suffered the first knife.

   Another group of hunters, the Bad Earth troops, responded decisively. As soon as the incoming cavalry appeared, they immediately abandoned the war horses that could not be ridden.

   The incoming cavalry had already noticed that someone had escaped, but they did not choose to pursue, but turned their attention to the Tiefeng County Mission that was standing still.

   They mobilized their war horses and galloped around the circle of the Tiefeng County Mission not too far.

   New recruits who see such formations for the first time may be intimidated, but Winters chooses warriors who are already familiar with Hurd tactics.

   "Put away the musket." Pierre didn't want to reveal the truth: "Be careful of the arrow cluster."

   The skinny hunter hid behind the felt wall in horror and kept repeating a word to Pierre.

   Pierre was puzzled: "Interpreter! What is he talking about?"

  The interpreter listened to it several times, and hesitantly gave the answer: "He seems to be talking about the east of the Aral Sea."

   "East of the sea?"

   At this moment, the incoming cavalry seemed to have made up their minds, and the blade turned and plunged straight into the circle.

   Pierre had a limited number of muskets, but the cavalry could choose to attack any part of the circle.

   "Free Fire!" Pierre's voice was hoarse: "Stand your ground!"

  The number of the Tiefeng County Mission is very small, even if the position is very small, it can only barely maintain a hollow formation. And since they didn't carry a super long spear when they set off, everyone only had a spear in their hands.

   Therefore, in Pierre's view, the only way to win is to rely on fortifications to limit the movements of the enemy's cavalry, and then drag the enemy's cavalry into hand-to-hand combat.

   This was a perfectly normal thought, because Pierre had never seen Lieutenant Colonel Moritz kill.

   "Mr. Mitchell." Moritz touched Pierre's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

After    finished speaking, Moritz began to roll his name.

   Before hitting the tripping rope, the fierce and savage horse at the forefront fell straight from the horse's back, and then the second and third...

   The horse that lost its rider continued to sprint until it was knocked down by the tripping rope.

   Discovering that a horse without a rider would still break the tripwire, Lieutenant Colonel Moritz instead called the horse first, and then the rider.

  No hatred, no anger, no fear, no pleasure…to be precise, no feeling whatsoever.

  The arrow cluster disappeared in Moritz's hands and reappeared in the enemy's body, and Moritz van Nessau was deprived of life in this way, non-stop.

   Pierre took a moment to accept the reality, and he shouted in a panic: "Lieutenant Colonel, please wait."

   Killing pauses.

   "What?" Moritz looked at Pierre.

   "It's enough to kill people." Pierre said with difficulty, "We can use war horses."

"Um."

  The killing continued.

   The incoming cavalry didn't even understand what was going on. This should be just a tentative assault. The plan for this assault is to first attract the opponent's attention from one side, and then split half of the hands to attack from the back.

   If you can't defeat the opponent even by flanking, then retreat. Anyway, there are always weaker prey, and the other party can't catch up anyway.

  But...how could this be...just a tentative charge, how could a centenary team lose most of it? Why are the rest of the people still dying one by one?

   Hundred cavalry chief Haiwuer stationed his horse, took off his helmet, and looked forward in confusion. Between him and the low felt wall, there was no more living.

   The next moment, Haiwuer only saw that something moved in the sand, and he no longer existed in this world.

   Witnessing the death of the Hundred Horsemen, the still-living Hurds did not know whether to advance or retreat.

  According to the unwritten custom, they should take away the body of the deceased as much as possible. But they couldn't take so many bodies with them, and they didn't dare to go any further.

The    cry sounded from behind, and the Bad Earth Division, who had fled just now, turned around and turned back. Twenty people from the Bad Earth Department were riding on horses, and another twenty people were on foot, rushing towards them yelling.

  The last Haidong cavalry did not hesitate and bravely went up to meet them.

   This is the way they are familiar with death.

  …

  [Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]

   "[Hedde] stop! Who?"

   "[Hedde] Red Armor?"

   "[Herd] is a lion cub?!"

   "[Herde] The little lion is injured! Go to the doctor!"

  The members of the Chihe tribe who were stationed in Qingqiu rushed to take the little lion and carried the little lion to the sleeping tent. For a while, no one cared about the soldier who carried the little lion to Qingqiu.

   Winters' shoulders were numb. "Fortunately it's the left shoulder," he thought.

After    handed the little lion into the hands of the Chihe Department, he finally had the energy to feel annoyed.

   What happened now has far exceeded the most severe possibility that the little lion had told him in advance.

  Whether it was the Akagawa Department deliberately deceiving, or the Akagawa Department was also unexpected, in Winters' view, it meant danger.

   "[Hedde]...horses..." Winters stopped a female slave and used Hedde with difficulty to explain what he needed: "[Hedde]...water..."

   He can't stay long, he has to go back quickly.

   The female servants of the palace tent in the Chihe Department watched in horror as the armored soldier crawled out of the blood pool, and staggered away.

   Winters wanted to call the other party back, but suddenly felt dizzy, and he didn't know what happened next moment.

When    regained consciousness, he was wrapped in warm, soft animal fur, the air was filled with a good smell of milk, and the wound on his left shoulder had been bandaged.

   "Are you awake?" a timid female voice said, "Thank you for bringing the little lion back."

   Winters felt a pain in the cranial cavity: "How long have I been in a coma?"

   "Not long. It's not even time for a cup of tea."

   Winters sat up laboriously, Ellen watching him.

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