Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 395 Storm (8)

   "Mad! How can there be such a madman!"

   On the north bank of the Rose River, the black-faced man with his eyes cracked, smashed the window rail with one punch.

  The flames on both sides of the strait were soaring into the sky, and the incoming cavalry ran directly on the frozen river, like the iron current of **** rushing out of the gate of flames.

   The ice surface could not withstand the trampling of horses’ hooves, screaming and shattering; there were constantly cavalry soldiers who stumbled without warning and disappeared into the undulating waves.

   But the speed of the iron flow does not have any hysteresis, instead it gets faster and faster.

  Especially at the forefront.

   It was a gallant man in shining silver armor; it was a tall, slender white horse, as fast as a shooting star.

   The hoofs of the cloud-piercing rock cracked like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the black-faced man's Eagle Guard and the rioters one by one.

   "The 100th! Shock, advance!"

  Colonel Bernie didn't care where the reinforcements came from. He caught the enemy's morale being robbed, and resolutely joined the only remaining veteran centurion under his command.

   "Shock!" The centurion raised his flag, drew his sword, and took the lead: "Go forward!"

   The silent Monta soldiers flooded the barricade again like a tide.

   There are tigers in front and wolves behind. The rioters who were tearing down doors and windows, moving furniture, and building the next barricade just now were all at a loss and dumbfounded.

  Suddenly, someone screamed, jumped off the barricade, threw away their weapons, and fled to the city, rolling and crawling.

  Others also woke up like a dream, some ran away with the stolen things, and some rushed into the house and wanted to get another.

   Even those who didn't flee on the spot were all terrified, and there was no more excitement and arrogance in repelling the garrison just now.

   The black-faced man's subordinates tried their best to maintain order, but once the rout started, it could no longer be contained.

   The rioters who gathered in St. Peter's and St. John's streets were either lured, coerced, incited, or simply came to vent their animalistic desires.

   They are like a collection of wild bees and ants, acting on instinct rather than rationality.

   The black-faced man still wanted to reverse the defeat, but he didn't have time to give the order at all, because the cavalry team had already rushed to the battlefield.

   The silhouette of the silver-armored white horse at the very front rushed straight onto the rocky beach, splashing a series of sparks.

   A river bank nearly one person high blocked his way, like an impenetrable wall.

  I saw the unusually steed white horse let out a high-pitched neigh, curled up its legs, stretched it suddenly, jumped up, and stood on the bank of the river lightly.

   Not to mention the rioters behind the barricades, even Colonel Bern and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas were stunned.

   "This...I..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas' eyes widened, his face flushed, and he said abruptly, "Whose horse is this? Can you borrow it to match it?"

  Colonel Berne heard this, and he was almost furious. He was not good at talking about the lieutenant colonel in public, so he simply ignored Thomas, turned around and instructed the messenger: "Bring the communication flag to contact this cavalry team and ask them to send someone who can speak."

The    messenger received the order, took the green swallowtail flag, and rode to the barricade.

   In contrast, the rioters near the barricade didn't have the leeway to "think about whether they can match it".

  Because after the silver-armored cavalry jumped onto the river bank, he easily jumped over the fence of the houses along the river and rushed directly behind the barricade.

   This time, like a tiger entering a flock, the silver-armored cavalry slashed and slashed, and the last bit of order of the mob was shattered by one person and one horse.

  The gunshots sounded one after another, but the white horse was swift and agile, jumping left and jumping right without slowing down. The lead that came out of the chamber either landed in the empty space or brushed past the figure.

   There was another gunshot, and the silver armored cavalry-Winters caught a glimpse of the flash of fire at the entrance of the alley.

   He paused the continuous casting of the deflection spell, and shot two flying arrows in the general direction of the gunfire. Regardless of whether it was a hit or not, he reactivated the deflection technique, driving Changfeng to continue his rampage.

   With a loud bang, Bern's remaining veteran centurion blew up the burning barricade and broke through the barricade.

  The cavalry team left behind by Winters also came ashore from the lower beach and rushed to the battlefield.

   The militiamen from the northern city blocked St. Paul Street from the rear while clumsily waving sabres and chanting "surrender to avoid death".

Under the attack of    from both sides, the rioters who were still arrogant just now turned their heads and ran away in the next moment, completely revealing the nature of the rabble. They desperately drilled into the alleys and underpasses, and even jumped off the river to escape towards the opposite bank.

   In the chaos, the four heavily armored cavalry cut through the long street desperately and rushed directly in front of the silver armored white horse cavalry.

   "You are late." Winters smiled and waved.

The heavily armored cavalry headed by   —Father Kaman— jumped off the saddle angrily, dragged Winters, who was still greeting him, off his horse and pressed him to the ground.

   "You don't want to die?!" Kaman roared like thunder: "You don't want to die?!"

   Seeing that someone was about to be beaten, the other three quickly pulled the priest away.

  Ciel helped Winters: "Father Kaman means 'what if there are wizards'? Well, I think what the priest said actually makes sense, you have to think about it..."

   Although the other two guards didn't speak, there was a three-point reproach in their eyes.

   Winters was defeated and sincerely apologized: "It will not be like this again next time, I promise."

   Kaman, who was grabbed by the arms of the two guards, yelled and kicked: "Is there a next time?!"

  …

  The north bank of the Rose River.

   The black-faced man saw that the hands arranged on the south bank were defeated like the wind and clouds, but he was helpless.

   At the same time, an unknown number of infantry were detouring from the upstream to the north shore.

   The black-faced man took out a round silver box, opened the lid and glanced at it, reluctantly and reluctantly gave an order: "Anyway, the Legion has been blocked long enough - according to the original plan, we will retreat separately!"

   Through a unique communication method, the news was quickly passed to all Eagle Guards.

  In a house on the shore, a swordsman received an order to retreat, and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the one-handed man beside him.

   The one-handed man is a notorious pickpocket leader in the old town of Steel Castle, and there are seven of his men on the barricades on the south bank.

   After killing the one-handed man, the swordsman pulled out the belongings in the man's arms, arranged everything as if the spoils were not evenly divided, and then threw the torch into the corner and quickly exited the house.

  Similar things happened in other places at the same time. After clearing the connector, the swordsmen left.

   However, someone came sooner than they expected.

   The hurried and fast sound of hooves echoed in the valley, the black-faced man stopped to listen, and was shocked to find that the sound of hoofs did not come from the west, but from the east!

  East? The garrison outside Steel Castle has no cavalry!

   But ears don't lie, a small line of cavalry is galloping toward them from St. John's Street.

   After briefly weighing the pros and cons, the black-faced man resolutely gave up riding the horse and fled into the courtyard of the roadside residents.

   But the visitor had already seen him, and he had seen the visitor: the slender-necked warhorse was blowing hot air, and the slightly curved saber flashed a dim blue light.

   "Stop!" The visitor shouted from a distance.

   The black-faced man ran into the yard without looking back, knocked open the door, and rushed to the backyard.

The rider behind    once again surprised him, not chasing the easier prey, but following him without hesitation.

  …

  The south bank of the Rose River.

   The rioters who blocked the garrison from entering the city have been defeated, and the soldiers in front are intensively demolishing the barricades and leveling the burning houses to clear the obstacles for the march of the large army.

   "Don't waste your time!" Colonel Berne waved his hand and pointed to the Rose River and ordered: "Since the offal on the bank is gone, then go straight to the city through the river."

   "I'm afraid it's not safe to go straight to the river." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was cautious by nature, and he suggested: "How about sending sappers to remove some planks from the house and lay them on ice?"

Colonel    glared and pointed at the shadowy cavalry ahead: "Those guys dare to walk on ice, what are we afraid of?"

Lieutenant Colonel    was familiar with the Colonel's temper and knew that he could not compete.

   But he also had his own way of coping. When summoning the centurion to arrange the order of action, he also stuffed the demolition of the house and the plank into the order—as a secondary instruction.

   It was only after assigning tasks to the centurions that the messenger sent to contact the strange cavalry came back, along with two well-armored riders, one of which was the "Silver Armored White Horse" who landed on the prancing horse.

  The silver-armored cavalry galloped up to Colonel Bern, neither dismounting nor taking off their helmets, but raised their hands in salute.

   "Sir." He laughed and asked aloud, "How is my cavalry?"

   Officer Monta who was present was stunned.

   Colonel Bern's brows were tightly knitted, and then slowly stretched out.

   The flag-bearer behind the colonel couldn't hold back, but just as he was about to speak a lesson to this rude fellow, the colonel spoke before him.

   "Your cavalry?" the colonel also asked with a smile.

   "Yes, mine."

   Bern looked at the cavalry team that was regrouping and saw several familiar faces. He pointed to the cavalry team: "Aren't they all Steelcastle people?"

   "Look at the blade of the saber, the cavalry is in command." The silver-armored man replied in high spirits: "They follow me, naturally they are my cavalry."

   "Bad reason!" Colonel Bern laughed loudly, looked at Chang Feng, and asked, "This is much stronger than the one you rode last time. What? Is this the one you want to give me?"

   Lieutenant Colonel Thomas instantly raised his ears.

   "This one is not good, this one is my trophy." Winters said cheerfully: "The other horses, you can choose."

   The long storm roared irritably, seemingly dissatisfied with the term "trophy".

  Ciel, who followed Winters, was also surprised.

  Ciel pulled on the reins, letting the eyes of the Monta people out of the way, pointing behind him, imitating Winters' tone, and arrogantly said with a little drake's voice: "Other horses! Take your pick!"

During the conversation, a militiaman hurried to Winters' side and asked loudly for instructions: "According to your order, the squadron has been reorganized, and there should be 147 people, but there are 113 people. The report is over! Please give the order, sir!"

   "You pick out twenty people." Winters gave a succinct order: "Take them back the same way, and gather and rescue the wounded who fell off horses and got stuck in ice."

   "Yes! Captain Berne!" The militiamen raised their hands in salute and left with a whip.

   When Winters turned around again, he was surprised to find that the eyes of several Monta officers present had all changed.

   "Uh... your son? Why never heard of you? Don't you only have two daughters?" Lieutenant Colonel Thomas stared at the silver armored cavalry and couldn't help asking the colonel, "Nephew?"

   "Isn't that right?" Colonel Bern waved his hand and greeted Winters with a smile: "Son (boy)! Come here and say hello to your Uncle Thomas. Just in time, he has something to help you with."

   Fortunately, Winters was wearing a helmet, and no one could see his expression at the moment.

  What high-spirited, what heroic, all vanished.

   Colonel Bern urged again, and Winters stiffly turned over and dismounted, walked to the colonel and lieutenant colonel's horses, and saluted, "I also have something to ask you two for help."

   "It's easy to talk, easy to talk about." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was still thinking about breeding, and he wished little Bernite request: "My business is simple, if you have anything, you can talk first."

"Many of the Beicheng militiamen who came to support me were trapped in the glacier." Winters spoke quickly: "I have sent people to find them, but I am afraid that it is not enough. Please also send some people, preferably if you can Set out the settlement now and prepare to receive the wounded."

   "No problem." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas agreed, and with great efficiency, he found a centurion and an engineer officer to assign tasks on the spot.

  The roadblocks were leveled and the road was clear. The centuries of the legion marched towards the city in an orderly manner according to the instructions.

  Colonel Berne glanced at the spire of the Elin church in the firelight and asked Winters: "You came out of the city, how is the city?"

"very bad."

   "Any suggestions?"

  Winters was particularly reluctant to speak, so he put it succinctly: "Stop the chaos, put out the fire."

  The sparse sound of hooves came from the opposite bank. The three cavalrymen first descended to the beach with difficulty, then carefully crossed the glacier and ran towards the place where Winters was.

   "Stop!" A Monta soldier ordered: "Report your identity!"

  The three cavalrymen ignored him and galloped straight towards Winters.

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and without Colonel Bern's order, a group of spearmen had already attacked and went to intercept the rider.

   By the light of the fire, Winters recognized the three cavalry's stature and warhorse, just as the other recognized his stature and Changfeng.

   Winters said immediately: "Don't be nervous, it's mine."

  The centurion looked at Colonel Bern.

Colonel    nodded slightly.

   After a few passwords, the spearmen who attacked returned to the queue.

  The three cavalrymen boarded the river bank after a while. Seeing that Winters and several Monta officers seemed to get along very closely, the leader of the cavalry, Pierre, was surprised, but he did not show the slightest.

   After a quick assessment of the situation, Pierre decided to be cautious, not to talk nonsense, not to call him, and to go straight to the point, so as not to make any extraneous things.

   "Don't speak for a while." Pierre turned his head and whispered to his two companions.

   The two guards who followed were nodding their heads.

   Pierre took a deep breath, walked slowly to Winters and Colonel Berne, nodded and saluted, and pushed a tightly bound man off the horse's back: "The living mouth caught on the other side looks sneaky."

   Winters glanced - the man lying on the ground moaning had a red face.

   [Work hard to pay off your debts! (Insufficient confidence)]

   [About Winters' current tactics]

   ["Heavy armored caster cavalry rampage and disrupt the enemy's formation", this unique combat method is the valuable experience Winters summed up after the battle of Qingqiu]

   [Because the battlefield is too chaotic and the ability of the caster is limited, there is no time to kill one by one. So Winters only needs to pierce a little bit as an awl to destroy the enemy's organization, and the rest can naturally be done by his subordinate's saber]

   [And, during the battle of Qingqiu, Winters briefly entered the "realm" of [one mind and two uses] - using multiple spells at the same time. But after the Battle of Qingqiu was over, no matter how much he practiced and tried, he could no longer touch the threshold of single-mindedness.]

   [Thus, Winters is still "only one spell at a time"]

   [The focus of his daily training is also "casting conversion", that is, switching spells quickly and smoothly, compressing the time for switching spells]

   [When he was in Revodan before, he always played "shoot a stone, and then use the cracking technique to smash it in the air", which is a kind of "transformation" exercise]

   [Including using spells while chatting, doing other things, and also practicing the technique of "using conventional weapons while casting spells"]

   [The above content was originally written after "Winters is rushing in the crowd", but it feels that it will destroy the smoothness of the narrative; it is a pity to delete it all. So if I put it into the author's words, I would like to add an explanation - it is also a setting anyway]

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