Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 362 Another Hunt (Part 2)

   When you watch the ceremony in the stands, your words and deeds are seen by others, and you need to maintain your image at all times.

   The small and medium-sized nobles who are not qualified to sit in the stands can comment and comment as they please.

  Although the vision is a little worse, the happiness is far better:

   "Huh? This is the last gladiator to appear?"

"Seems to be."

   "Like what? [Tail of the gun] Shouldn't it be little Hernan? Who is this golden retriever?"

"How would I know?!"

   Just as the two young Castilian nobles were arguing with each other. Someone behind him suddenly interjected:

   "Golden Retriever is Earl of Harlan, Siegfried."

   The person who interjected was a young man of twenty-six or seven years old, with almond eyes and a brain gate. He was a little ugly, but not ugly enough to leave a deep impression on people.

   As if to make up for the lack of appearance, the young man wore a top hat with intricate and ornate decorations.

   Even by the standards of the most absurd and dissolute Castile nobles, that top hat is absolutely impossible to wear out to meet people.

   But the young man wore it generously, without any sense of shame.

  The young man also kept two well-maintained mustaches on his upper lip. Below the mustache is a cynical smile, full of **** style.

   One of the two people who spoke in front was quite interested: "Siegfried? The real Northam conqueror? I heard that the Duke of Congreve is just a name, and that kid is the one who defeated Carl Eleven."

   Another person dismissed: "What 'true Northon conqueror'? Just a golden retriever! It's not entirely up to His Majesty's favor!"

   "No way, the old emperor loves young and handsome generals." The top hat behind him interjected carelessly: "Counting your fingers, our majesty is in his forties."

  The two Castile nobles were instantly silent and turned back together.

   It is one thing to say a few nasty words to the nouveau riche, but quite another to ridicule the emperor in public. Not only the speaker is courting death, but even just being a listener is dangerous.

   "[Old language] Excuse me." A Castile noble asked hesitantly: "[Old language] Who are you?"

  The top hat politely took off his hat, revealing slightly thinning hair: "[Old saying] I'm Ma Wei."

   "Ma Wei? Ma Wei!" Another Castilian noble suddenly realized, stumbling over his words: "That... that madman who wrote a play to humiliate the emperor!"

   "It's right here." Ma Wei replied happily, then corrected himself seriously: "I didn't humiliate the emperor - I just told the truth."

  …

   Meanwhile, in the hunting grounds, Siegfried saw his opponent.

   A wild boar, the size of which is about to catch up with a calf, the two fangs are thick and sharp, and the small eyes are full of anger and madness.

   The attendant guarding the animal pen drove the wild boar forward, but the wild boar became fierce and slammed into the human outside the fence.

   There was an exclamation from the female attendant's viewing platform.

The    beast pen was shaken violently, and the attendant on the bench fell directly. If the foundation piles were not strong enough, the wild boar might have broken out of the enclosure.

  The wild boar that didn't break through the animal pen refused to give up, and continued to go wild.

   Suddenly, a roar came from the middle of the hunting ground.

   "Come on!" Siegfried tapped the greaves with the tail of his gun: "I'm your opponent!"

  The wild boar turned his head and looked at the knight in the middle of the open field.

   This wild creature was born in a cave and roamed the woodlands and swamps until the arrival of humans.

   Then it was chased, captured, imprisoned.

  Humans let it live to this day in order to kill it openly.

   And it finally got a chance to kill humans.

   The wild boar let out a desperate and angry howl, and charged fiercely towards the knight.

   Siegfried's knees exerted a little force, and the warhorse immediately understood the master's intention, and dexterously leaped forward obliquely, passing the wild boar.

The moment the    crossed, Siegfried stabbed his lance.

   However, the lance only opened a piece of flesh and blood on the back of the wild boar, which failed to cause fatal injuries, and the two sides re-opened the distance.

   Siegfried rode his horse close to the fence and rode unhurriedly, dark red blood dripping from the tip of the gun all the way.

   The pained wild boar became more and more furious, its nose and mouth spewed a hot white mist, staring at the riders in the circle, accumulating strength.

   Outside the hunting ground, where the Castilian nobles gathered, someone was cheering loudly.

   Siegfried ignored whatever his initial request was, once he set foot on the hunting grounds, the young knight wanted nothing more than victory.

   And he has roughly figured out how Castile is played.

  The boar is thick and rough, and its body is low. It is difficult to use a lance to deal with it.

   A reasonable tactic should be to keep a distance, use the flexibility of the war horse to continuously create **** wounds for the wild boar, consume the physical strength of the wild boar, and wait until the wild boar is exhausted and then find an opportunity to kill.

   However, if he chooses conservative tactics, then Siegfried of Harran will not be the "true Northen conqueror" who destroyed the armies of the North in World War I!

   Siegfried held his lance, stabbed the horse’s ribs, and dashed head-on to the wild boar in the middle of the hunting field without fear.

   The wild boar, which had regained some strength, was enraged, and also rammed directly into Siegfried.

   On the royal stand, Princess Elizabeth stared at the charging knight, unconsciously clutching her father's sleeve tightly.

  The emperor, the queen, and the Duke of Lothair looked at each other without making a sound.

   In the blink of an eye, the two figures were already close at hand.

   Siegfried's lance pointed directly at the back of the wild boar. At the moment of contact, he felt a huge reaction force from the lance. But he still held the lance firmly, unwavering.

   With the help of the common impact force of the war horse and the wild boar, the tip of the gun sank into the body of the wild boar like piercing the water, followed by the holster, and then the gun body.

  The lance entered from the back and came out from the lower abdomen, pierced through the body of the wild boar, and plunged into the permafrost of the hunting ground.

   Siegfried let go of his lance and pulled away from the boar.

  The wild boar continued to rush out a few steps and slammed down.

  The two attendants immediately entered the hunting ground and ended the life of the wild boar with steel cones, and also ended its suffering.

   There was a sparse applause outside the hunting ground, and the applause from the female family viewing platform was more enthusiastic in comparison.

  The horse fighting beast only wears greaves, not even a helmet. Siegfried almost immediately attracted the attention of the ladies and ladies.

  …

  [Royal Stand]

   "Marshal Hernan." The Emperor asked: "What do you think?"

  Behind the emperor, an old soldier in a military uniform heard the question and took a half step forward: "Although the first shot was unsuccessful, the second shot was neat and wonderful."

  The emperor's voice was magnetic and calm: "You are a Castilian. You are the most qualified to judge the skills of Count Haran. Are you willing to give him the honor of cutting off the ears and tails of animals?"

   "Of course." The old soldier bowed his head deeply: "Your Majesty."

  The emperor nodded slightly.

The flag of the    Royal Stand was waved three times again, and the band played a celebratory melody.

   Siegfried dismounted and stared at the wild boar corpse covered in mud and blood. He frowned in disgust, but did not make a move.

   A chestnut-haired soldier walked through the fence, walked quickly to Siegford, reached out and closed the wild boar's eyes, and then cut off the wild boar's ears and tail for Siegford.

"Hurry up and salute your majesty." The chestnut-haired soldier, Fanan, wrapped the animal's ears and tail with gloves and handed it to Siegford: "Please, don't shame your majesty, and don't shame the Castilians. ."

   Siegfried sighed, took the spoils, walked to the royal stand, bowed deeply.

  More warm applause and cheers came from all over the hunting ground, especially the female family viewing platform.

   Siegfried pretended to inadvertently swept towards the girl sitting beside the emperor.

  Princess Elizabeth turned around deliberately, pretending to question the maid, ignoring the blond knight.

   Siegford's stern expression concealed anger and pain. He saluted again, and then strode to the maid of honor to receive the cheers and congratulations from the ladies and ladies.

  Fannan took everything in his eyes and sighed with a headache.

  The squires dragged away the body of the boar, and the trumpet sounded again—again the melody of the gladiator's entrance.

   Unlike before, this time the entrance song is repeated three times, which means that the next knight will appear, and the beast show is coming to an end.

  The royal stand returned to a relaxed and happy atmosphere. The emperor smiled and looked at the old soldier: "This winter hunting is the tail of the gun, is the little Hernan Qing?"

   "Yes!" The old soldier answered with a hint of pride and joy.

The Queen    also asked gently and tenderly: "Is there a marriage contract with the little Hernan?"

   "He served with me in the army since he was a child." The old soldier looked ashamed: "It has delayed the marriage."

  The queen covered her lips and smiled.

   While speaking, a valiant young knight entered the hunting grounds on a prancing horse.

  The young knight is dressed in finery, and the cuffs, collars, and plackets are all sewn with Castile-style ornaments with gold thread.

  The silver horse that the knight rides is also well-dressed, the mane of the horse is braided neatly, and the part of the tail near the hip is tied up, so that the remaining part of the tail can be suspended in the air and fly with the wind.

As soon as the   Silver Horse Knights entered the arena, they received warm cheers far beyond Siegfried. In particular, the younger Castilian nobles shouted and cheered.

   Self-evidently, this silver horse knight is the youngest son of Marshal Hernan, little Hernan.

  …

   Marshal Hernan belongs to a very special existence in the political ecology of the empire.

   First of all, Marshal Hernan was born in the Castile Peninsula and was a pure Castile nobleman;

   Secondly, Marshal Hernan is the Castilian nobleman with the highest military rank today, and the only Castilian nobleman in charge of the [New Army];

   In the end, although Marshal Hernan had a high position and great military exploits, his title was very low, and he was only a baron.

In the feudal system of the    empire, barons are the lowest level of the three hereditary nobles, but they are vassals directly under the emperor.

   And the Hernans are not traditionally famous in Castile.

   Marshal Hernan is just the son of a bankrupt knight. He was sent to be a squire since he was a child, and Ranhuang on his temples has not been able to obtain aristocratic status. He is still a swordsman teacher of the Duke Tarlac family.

  It was not until the war of succession twenty years ago that the old Hernan, who was in his 40s, finally came to prominence.

   He resolutely joined the new army, started as a sergeant, made extraordinary achievements, and was promoted all the way, and finally became one of the three imperial marshals personally proclaimed by the emperor.

   For the younger generation of Castile nobles, Marshal Hernan is their idol and role model, so it is not surprising that little Hernan received such warm cheers as soon as he entered the venue.

   "All in all! Marshal Hernan is both your Castilian and your Majesty's most trusted confidant."

Wearing a top hat, [Ma Wei] continued to talk about the secrets of the empire to everyone: "Double identities make him the glue that connects the Castilian nobles and the center of the empire, and also makes him a An important tool for the Emperor to stabilize the Castile faction."

   A group of young Castilian nobles were dumbfounded, and they vaguely understood why a third-rate playwright who wrote a playbook would be evaluated as "dangerous".

  The Castilian nobles who were present felt that it was not good to continue listening, but they couldn't help but continue to listen.

  Ma Wei said that he was excited, he took the wine glass directly from the hand of a noble next to him, and drank it with a few mouthfuls.

   moistened his throat, Ma Wei continued to speak, he pretended to be mysterious: "Do you know? Maybe, the empire will have a royal wedding soon!"

   "Who? Prince Richard?"

  Ma Wei waved his fingers: "No"

  A Castilian noble thought for a long time: "The prince and princess of the right age, except for His Royal Highness, there is only..."

   "Yes, it's the eldest princess."

"with who?"

  Ma Wei smiled: "Guess?"

  The surrounding Castilian nobles followed Mavy's train of thought, and couldn't help but widen their eyes: "And little Sir Hernan?"

   Ma Wei was noncommittal, just looked at the silver horse knight in the middle of the hunting ground with interest.

   A group of Castilian nobles talked a lot, and someone asked unconvinced: "How do you know about these royal insiders?"

   "Me?" Ma Wei raised his arms and answered confidently: "I guess!"

  The surrounding nobles were stunned, and some impatient young nobles directly stepped forward and grabbed Ma Wei's shirt, and on the spot, he wanted to let this outspoken fanatic have a taste of the customs of the Castile Peninsula.

   "Stop!" An earl stopped the upcoming action scene.

   After all, this is the Royal Hunting Garden, and the emperor is watching the ceremony not far away, and the only people who will lose in trouble will be the faces of the Castilians.

   "Mr. Marvey." The Count stepped out of the crowd and asked with a sullen face, "Can you tell me why you came to Castile Peninsula?"

  Ma Wei scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Take it."

The Count    looked around the crowd: "How did he get into the hunting ground?"

   A group of Castile nobles looked at each other, no one knew.

   "This is the Royal Hunting Garden, and civilians are not eligible to enter the ceremony." The Count stared at Ma Wei: "Excuse me, how did you sneak in."

   "Me?" Ma Wei waved innocently: "I didn't sneak in."

   "Then how did you get in?"

   "A friend brought me in."

   "Who? Who is your friend."

  Ma Wei pointed to the other side of the hunting ground, with a happy smile on his face: "It's that golden retriever."

  …

   [the other side of the hunting ground]

  Golden Retriever had no idea that he had just been named.

   He stared at little Hernan in the hunting grounds, and a mixed emotion rose in his heart: frustration, admiration, and... jealousy.

   If what Siegfried just showed was the perfect combination of strength and skill, then what little Hernan Jr. was showing was absolute skill.

   The ultimate skill!

  The knight who appears at the finale needs a qualified opponent.

  The beasts prepared by the Castilians are definitely worthy of the honor of the finale.

a cow.

   A male Castile bison weighing more than 700 kilograms.

   As soon as this monster came out, it showed terrifying destructive power and aggression.

   It rushed towards the spectators around the hunting ring, and abruptly picked the stakes that fixed the fence out of the soil by half a person's height, scaring everyone to flee in a panic.

   As if the bison's temperament was not violent enough, the Castilians drove a javelin head into the back of the bison in advance.

   The severe pain made the already provoked bison even more violent, and there was no need for Little Hernan to take the initiative to tease.

   The blood-red bull failed to destroy the fence, and immediately turned his head and rushed towards the silver horse rider.

  Little Hernan mentioned Masu, he was not in a hurry to kill the buffalo, but let the buffalo chase him instead.

   The horns of the bison are not sharp, but with the terrifying strength of the bison, they can easily pierce the chest and pick out the internal organs.

   However, at this moment, the monsters among the monsters, no matter how they ran, could not touch Little Hernan at all.

   I saw the bison rampage in the hunting ground, but there was always a short distance between its horns and the silver steed.

   Even the tip of the bison's nose has touched the end of the horse's tail, but it just can't catch up with that last little distance.

   The dangerous scene caused the female family members to exclaim in surprise. The male nobles also had their cheeks tensed, and a heart raised in their throats.

   Little Hernan looked calm, still maintaining a graceful riding position. The horse's pace was not chaotic at all, as if it were performing dance steps.

   Siegfried couldn't help but want to applaud: it was the buffalo that was chasing Little Hernan, but it was actually little Hernan who was leading the buffalo to run.

   Little Hernan controls the horse with precision, as if using five fingers.

  The rider and the war horse are integrated into one, and it is even unclear whether the rider commands the war horse? Or the horse has the wisdom of the rider.

   Just looking at the horsemanship shown by Little Hernan, Siegfried also felt that it was a worthwhile trip.

   But Siegfried showed no emotion, just watched silently.

   His sincerity made him want to praise his opponent, but his competitive side couldn't allow that to happen.

   He looked at the royal viewing platform—where Princess Elizabeth was.

  …

  [Royal Grandstand]

   Elizabeth felt dizzy.

   She wasn't dizzy, she could hunt with a rifle—her father taught her that.

  The emperor educated Elizabeth like a prince, teaching her philosophy, teaching her arithmetic, and teaching her to ride horses. Although the queen did not agree, she did not dare to openly oppose it.

   So Elizabeth has killed prey and seen blood.

   But the performance in the hunting ground at the moment always made her a little uncomfortable.

   Little Sir Hernan killed the bison step by step according to Castile's way: teasing, piercing the short javelin in the back of the bison to stimulate the bison, continuing to tease, continuing to pierce the short javelin...

   Halfway through, little Hernan changed his horses several times, and each horse showed a different pace, each with its own merits.

  The bison gradually became tired, the pace became slower and slower, and the desire to chase became weaker and weaker.

   The back of the bison was dripping with blood long ago, and it looked a blurred red from a distance.

   Seeing that the buffalo had been burnt out, little Hernan finally killed the buffalo with a lance, announcing the end of the **** show.

   Deafening cheers and applause erupted from the hunting ground. The male nobles took off their top hats in greeting, and the female relatives waved their handkerchiefs frantically.

   Princess Elizabeth felt out of place, and she peeked at her father.

The    emperor sat on the throne with no expression on his face and no emotion.

The emperor    whispered quietly: "Ella."

   Elizabeth shuddered subconsciously: "Dad."

   "Stand up." The Emperor's order was unquestionable: "Salute to Sir Hernan the Younger."

   Elizabeth left the seat obediently, took the handkerchief, and waved lightly into the arena following the example of the others.

   Under the viewing platform, Siegfried saw the figure of the girl waving a handkerchief at the knight, as if her chest was hollowed out.

  Sir Hernan the Younger cut off the ear and tail of the ox and walked to the royal viewing platform to pay tribute.

  The musicians played a celebratory song of triumph, and the squires entered the hunting grounds and began to drag the carcasses of the bison.

  The nobles who came to watch the ceremony are ready to leave the venue. They have to go back to the camp, change their dresses, and participate in the next feast.

  It should have ended like this.

  A rider jumped into the hunting grounds and galloped straight to the viewing platform, his light-colored blond hair was very conspicuous.

  The Royal Guard wanted to step forward to stop it, but hesitated after seeing who the rider was.

   Siegfried dismounted and knelt on one knee in front of the royal viewing platform.

   "Your Majesty." The voice of the empire's youngest general resounded through the hunting grounds: "Please entrust the minister - to fight the beast on foot."

   [Sorry for being late]

   [However, it is a long-lost chapter]

   [A little supplement about hunting]

   [For the feudal lords, among all kinds of prey, the status of deer is the highest, followed by wild boars, followed by small animals such as foxes and rabbits]

   [The more complete the corpse of the prey, the more it can show the hunter's ability]

   [Wolves, bears, lions, leopards and other beasts are generally not included in the category of ordinary prey, after all, they really meet on narrow roads, who is not sure who hunts who?]

   [As for falcon hunting and falcon hunting, these two hunting methods are particularly expensive, and small nobles cannot afford it. There are also emperors and princes who are particularly obsessed with this way. I remember that a certain tsar of the Romanov family kept hundreds of falcons and falcons (actually I remember thousands, but this number is too amazing, I suspect I am wrong. )]

   [And, although theoretically speaking, hunting wild beasts without causing them to harm the subjects is the "virtue" of the feudal noble warriors. But in actual operation, the more common situation is: nobles hunt for their own fun, and do not allow commoners to hunt wild beasts without permission (this is still the case today, such as Daiying, pigeons and swans are all royals, and you will be punished to death if you beat them randomly)]

[German peasants hate it deeply. Wild boars roam in the fields, and all kinds of birds run into the vineyards to eat and help themselves during the harvest season. At most, the farmers can only drive away the wild boars and birds. If you are injured or killed, you will have to lose money or even be punished]

   [The feudal era is so unfair.jpg]

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