Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 364 Another hunt (4)

  [Central Hunting Ground]

   Siegfried was approaching his limit, a tearing pain from every muscle, and every breath seemed to rip through his chest.

  The bull did not show any signs of fatigue, as if he had endless physical strength.

  Its neck ridge is protected by high raised tendons and thick fur, making it impenetrable.

   And this beast is extremely good at using its large, sharp horns. I saw it swipe left and right, bowed its head like it was retreating for the first half second, and then made a fierce upward move in the second half.

   The tip of the spear has just pierced the thick hide of the bull, and the bull's horns have already been re-aligned with humans, giving humans no chance to take advantage.

   As a result, Siegfrid could only leave one after another of shallow wounds on the side of the bull's neck, unable to complete the fatal blow.

  Some people gradually saw some eyebrows: Although the bison that Earl Harlan fought was slightly inferior to the little Hernan, the latter was not worthy of comparison with the former compared to the ferocity and danger.

   How could this be a beast without wisdom? This is clearly a powerful gladiator with dual daggers and a weight of half a ton.

   After a brief and fierce fight, Siegfried seized the opportunity to pull the distance, and the man and the beast faced off quietly again.

The Castilian nobles cheered and applauded, but the lords' auditorium was filled with inescapable suspicion: "How dare the Castilians choose such a beast to end?! Could it be that they really want to slaughter His Majesty's favorite general in public? ?"

  …

   The blond knight in the middle of the hunting field didn't know what the others were thinking, and he didn't care.

  While many nobles had been in silence or gloated in advance, Siegfried entered a state of extreme excitement.

  The pain of the body and the strength of the opponent aroused Siegfried's desire to win thousands of times, and even allowed him to think beyond his own limitations.

   High-intensity fighting consumes physical and mental energy much faster than aerobic exercise.

   Siegfried sternly assessed his state: If he had another fight, he might not even have the strength to get rid of the pursuit, and the bison in front of him could fight for at least ten more rounds.

   But ten rounds are no different from one round, because Siegfried has seen through the opponent's attack range and action pattern.

   He only needs one chance, a chance to sever his opponent's arteries and trachea with one blow.

  This time, Siegfried bowed and charged.

   He stretched out the tip of his spear and tapped the ground lightly, and the bull rushed up immediately.

   As if a spring that had been compressed to its limit was freed, Siegfried gave way to the left like a lightning bolt—he was left-handed, and then stabbed his spear with lightning speed.

  The power was transmitted from Siegfried's lower limbs, waist and abdomen, chest muscles, and arms to a point at the tip of the spear, and the spear pierced the bull's neck accurately and fiercely along an absolute straight line.

   This time, he didn't pull back his strength, and stabbed his spear out of life.

   The spear sank into the bull's neck like butter, until the blade disappeared completely.

   But the next moment, the bull's huge body twisted around and hit the spear shaft with a fierce force.

  The power was transmitted back to Siegfried's side, and the spear broke out of Siegfried's hands and hit Siegfried hard in the chest.

   A thick hickory spear snapped, the first half burst out of the ox's neck wound, and the second half remained in Siegfried's arms.

The    confrontation happens in the blink of an eye and ends in the blink of an eye.

  Most of the nobles didn't see what happened at all, only to see the giant bull twist his head, and the blond "beauty" was thrown away.

   The crowd gathered around the oval hunting ground exclaimed in unison, and there was a scream from the Royal Stand.

  Intense pain made the bison go into a frenzy. It lowered its horns and plowed at the human lying on the ground.

   Seeing that the emperor's favorite could not even leave a complete body, the body in the middle of the hunting ground moved - Siegfried was not dead, and he tenaciously tried to block the horn with the second half of the spear.

   However, the bison raised its head, and the blond "beauty" was thrown out again like a bag of flour.

  This time, even the only half of the spear handle left.

Siegfried landed heavily, and time seemed to slow down at this moment: the alcoholic father, the weeping mother, the royal manor that housed the orphans, the smiling crescent eyes of Elizabeth, the battlefield where the dead lie, the Fanan and the flaming cavalry charge on the snowy ground...

   In the end, there is only a little regret and a lot of apology left.

   Siegfried sighed softly, probably for the first time in his life, and closed his eyes.

   "Bang".

   "Bang".

   "Bang".

   The sound of hitting the shield? Anyone else shouting?

   followed by the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of horses' hooves approached quickly, but the sound of ox's hooves was getting farther and farther. Accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves is a series of crisp and pleasant bells.

  The spectators outside the fence saw only wild buffaloes, who for some reason suddenly left Earl Harlan behind and turned to head straight for the fence. The dozen or so nobles who faced the bison were caught off guard and ran away in fright.

   At this moment, a silver-gray horse jumped into the hunting ground. The knight on the horse was dressed in full costume and carried his lance upside down.

   The bison immediately turned and rushed towards the silver horse rider.

   Seeing that he had successfully attracted the attention of the bison, the silver horse knight led the bison to the other end of the paddock without haste.

  Only relying on the heroic appearance of the knight riding the horse and controlling the beast, the Castilian nobles present would not mistake his identity—Little Hernan, the best gladiator in the Castile Peninsula.

  The audience burst into cheers again, and the younger generation of Castile nobles even cheered Little Hernan with their voices.

   For a while, not many people paid attention to Earl Harlan, who didn't know his life or death.

   With little Hernan attracting the bison and spectators, Farnan ran across the fence with a red silk-wrapped thing and ran to Siegfried.

   There was also a black-robed man with a spear who followed Fanan into the paddock, but was left far behind by Fanan.

  Farnan didn't say a word of nonsense. He arrived at Siegfried's side and immediately checked Siegfried's injury.

   "Why are you here?" Siegfried coughed violently, trying to smile.

"I'm here to bring you weapons." Farnan glanced at Siegfried reproachfully, and quickly cut off the latter's shirt: "Your spear is broken. I'm your assistant, I'll give you spare weapons, no It's against the established rules."

When    was talking, the black-robed man with a spear followed.

   The man in black robe is in his early thirties, with a round face, chubby, and he was panting heavily because he ran a few steps.

   As soon as he came up, he declared his identity: "Count Harlan, I'm Brother Luke of the Michael Order."

   "Michael Friars?" Siegfried sounded familiar.

   "No serious trauma." Farnan explained Siegfried's injury simply and clearly: "No fractures have been found."

"No fractures? You are very lucky, the Lord is watching over you, Count Harlan..." Brother Luke muttered and took off a delicate silver box from his neck, dipped his fingers in the holy oil of the silver box, and smeared it on Siegfried's Forehead, chest and abdomen.

He placed the holy emblem on Siegfried's forehead, and with his hand on the holy emblem, with a solemn expression on his face, he recited: "[…those who take refuge in you, may they rejoice and rejoice always, for you protect them. All those who are named will rejoice in you. For you will bless the righteous, and you will guard him with grace like a shield on all sides...]"

   Along with Brother Luke’s chanting, Siegfried obviously felt that the pain in his body gradually subsided, and his strength also recovered.

   "Little Hernan will take over." Farnan looked at his friend: "For you, the best strategy now is to leave the game."

   Siegfried said nothing, gritted his teeth, and tried to get up on his hands.

  Fannan sighed, untied the red silk, and a one-handed rapier appeared in front of Siegfried.

   This sword is shorter than the small sword used in the ceremonial guard, the whole body is flat, and the blade body has no gradual change in width. The most special thing is that the sword is not straight, and the front end of the sword is slightly curved.

   "Little Hernan gave it to you." Farnan said calmly: "He said this is your only chance."

  …

  [clock back slightly]

"...The neck has blood vessels and trachea, which is a weakness, yes. But the beasts also know that it is a weakness, and they will try their best to protect their necks." Little Hernan passed on his experience to Fanan with great interest: "So, Earl Harlan aimed at the bison. The neck attack seems right, but it's so wrong..."

  Fanan said politely and firmly: "Your Excellency Little Hernan, please briefly explain."

   "Okay, to put it simply, Earl Harlan wants to bring down that big guy." Little Hernan took out a special one-handed rapier: "You can only use this."

   "This?" Farnan took the rapier—less than a quarter of the length of the spear.

   "That's it." Little Hernan nodded desperately.

"how to use."

"Uh." Little Hernan cleared his throat: "It's very simple, when the cow is charging towards you, you jump up and insert this sword into the cow's back, the curvature of the blade is enough to bypass the ribs and spine, into the heart..."

"Your Excellency Little Hernan." Fanan stared at Little Hernan: "You mean that Earl Harlan should take this short sword and insert this sword into the The back of the cow has to pierce the heart accurately."

Little Hernan nodded desperately, as if afraid that Fran wouldn't believe him, and he hurriedly patched up: "If the stab is not accurate, pierce the lung. If the lung is stabbed, the bison won't last long - but then the scene will be very difficult. It's just ugly. If you stab your liver or intestines a little further..."

  Farnan interrupted little Hernan directly: "Have you tried it yourself?"

   "Of course! Otherwise, why would I use it for Earl Harlan?" Little Hernan exclaimed and added in a slightly embarrassed voice:

"But the few times I've tried... the largest bison is only three hundred kilograms, which is... er, a little smaller than the one that Earl Harlan dealt with. But I promise, the position of the heart is the same. Alas, I spent A lot of thoughts are devoted to this sword, the first public appearance is cheap for Earl Harlan, to be honest, I still feel a little distressed..."

   "Not to mention the feasibility." Fanan's expression was serious: "Count Harlan has never practiced this skill, do you expect him to succeed the first time he practiced it?"

   Little Hernan also put away his smile: "It's not that I expect him to succeed once, but if Count Harlan wants to fight the bison in a dignified manner, there is only one way."

Little Hernan kicked the spear leaning against the edge of the fence with the toe of his boot: "This thing is useless against little guys, not against big guys. Earl Harlan is not riding on horses, but on foot! I admire his courage, but I can tell you that without the help of a warhorse, the strength of Earl Harlan alone cannot inflict mortal wounds to the bison."

  Farnan acquiesced to what little Hernan said.

"So, if you want to kill a beast on foot, you must use the power of the beast to deal with the beast." Little Hernan took back the dagger and waved it a few times: "Otherwise, you think you can kill the beast with the strength of your arms alone. This sword is sent into the heart of the bison?"

  In the hunting ground, one person and one beast are confronting each other, and there is not much time left for Fanan to judge.

   "Of course, there is another way." Little Hernan said in a relaxed tone: "Let Count Harlan come off, and I'll take over this bison... That's what my father ordered."

  Flange did not answer.

  …

  [time dials back to the present]

   "Little Hernan and his people will help you control the bison and create opportunities for you to shoot." Fanan explained the situation concisely and explained the use of the short sword in detail.

   Siegfried didn't ask a question, and simply took the dagger: "It's dangerous here, let's go."

"There is one more thing, little Hernan asked me to tell you." Farnan handed the burqa he just picked up from the ground to his friend: "He said that the bison prefers to attack moving objects. If you want to deal with the bison, you must not Move around, use the burqa to attract the bison to attack. Whether you believe him or not is up to you to judge."

   "Do you believe him?" Siegfried asked.

  Fanan frowned and replied, "I believe."

   Siegfried said without hesitation: "Then I believe him too. It's dangerous here, you go."

   Brother Luke looked tired and didn't want to stay for a moment, so he kept urging Fanan.

  Farnan nodded to Siegfried and got up to leave.

   "I'm sorry." Siegfried whispered to Fanan's back.

  Farnan's movements stopped for a while, because this was the first time he heard Siegfried apologize, and he didn't know that he actually missed Siegfried's first sigh.

  Fanan smiled and shook his head at Siegfried, nodded again, and quickly left with Brother Luke.

  …

  [Royal Grandstand]

   "...Stop them, please, Dad." Princess Elizabeth couldn't hide her pain any longer. She hugged the emperor's left hand, sobbing and begging: "Don't continue."

  The emperor gently wiped his daughter's tears, and calmly asked a question that surprised the princess: "Ella, do you still think hunting is boring now?"

   Elizabeth was stunned.

  The emperor did not continue to speak, and quietly waited for his daughter's answer.

   Elizabeth's tears welled up in her eyes again: "That's because...that's because..."

The Emperor    said lightly: "I'm not asking why."

   Princess Elizabeth could no longer answer.

The emperor looked at little Hernan and Siegfried in the hunting ground: "The most ferocious beast makes the greatest fighter. There is no doubt about the skill of little Hernan, but it is because he is so skilled that the spectator Ignoring the skills he showed, the dangers he faced, and seeing little Hernan Jr. bringing down the buffalo as a slow slaughter."

   "Little Hernan's performance will soon be forgotten, and Earl Harlan's battle will be remembered." The emperor paused for a moment: "Perhaps forever."

   Princess Elizabeth's emotions were almost out of control: "But Siegfried will die! He will die!"

  The emperor looked indifferent: "So you have to look at him even more, don't miss a moment.

   Ignoring the maids and guards' obstruction, Princess Elizabeth cried and ran down the royal stand.

   [Tomorrow, another hunting (final), definitely]

   [Feeling... This kind of unit plot should be all written and released at one time (covering your face)]

   [But I have to adjust my work and rest, not to be a person in the underworld, so I will write it tomorrow]

[Goodnight everybody]

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

   [And: The emperor's lines were deleted, edited, and revised, I always felt that it was almost something]

   [(It's all my fault that the author has never been an emperor.jpg) (If the author becomes an emperor, I must find someone to type on the keyboard for the author, so that the author can only be responsible for licking cats and talking shit)]

   [Furthermore: However, from the historical data, the real emperors are actually quite far away from the wise and gods (covering their faces), especially those who are not the founders (all the grass-stage teams)]

   (end of this chapter)