Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 91 Destroyed

   Without the obstruction of the two sea-blocking iron cables, the warships of the Veneta people rushed into the Red Sulphur Bay with murderous intent and sailed to the pier.

  In the moonlight, one after another, the warships with torches were like a long dragon in the bay.

   These warships are not the "big guys" in the Vengeance Fleet, they are all Fusta ships.

  [Note: The Foster ship is a light galley with a full deck, only thirty or so oarsmen, and Gold's Luck is such a ship. Although small in size, these light galleys have a shallow draft and are agile. ]

  The vanguard warship has broken into the pier at this moment, and the Veneta people on board are fighting with the port defenders. Gunfire and shouts of killing in the direction of the red sulfur port are loud, and the surrounding of the pier is full of fire.

   In the middle of the bay, the hulls of the two Foster ships under the waterline were bombarded with large holes by the heavy artillery in the cannons. The sea rolled in and the warships spun and sank.

   In order to prevent the sunken warship from blocking the channel, the warship next to it threw hooks and tried to tow the sinking warship away. The other warships bypassed the wreck and headed for the port of Red Sulphur at full speed.

   Both the attacker and the defender know that the victory or defeat of this battle lies in the speed, in the speed with which the Venetas project their forces.

   Just as the Veneta warships were racing against time to clear the channel, the heavy artillery in the artillery fort roared one after another, and the cannonballs were fired one by one, causing layers of waves around the Veneta warship.

   Another Veneta warship was sunk, and the Veneta people on board abandoned the ship to escape. And the warships in the back did not care about rescuing the drowning person at all, and even sailed directly over the head of the drowning person.

  The people who were still alive under Winters saw this scene on the shore, not only Veneta was heartbroken, even the Hurd felt like a big stone was pressed on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

   So many people died when the fort was attacked, but the heavy artillery in the fort was intact, still firing one deadly shell after another.

   What is it that everyone fought desperately just now? What about those who died? Dead for nothing?

  Andre's face was ashen, and he shivered and cursed a few swear words repeatedly.

   A sense of despair, depression, and sadness spread among those who were still alive.

How to do?

  Everyone looked at Centurion Montagne.

   Winters said nothing, staring intently in the direction of the artillery fort and the red sulphur port.

   Finally, a young Veneta soldier couldn't help crying.

   In the sound of sobbing, Winters turned his head to look at the crowd, stared, gasped, and shouted viciously: "Saber!"

   His eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person looked extremely terrifying.

   Everyone was stunned, not knowing what Warrant Officer Montagne wanted to do.

  A black and thin figure with open teeth squeezed into the front row from the back, Gold stepped out of the crowd, respectfully presented a machete to Winters with both hands.

   Only then did everyone understand that the centurion's weapon was lost in the fort, and Warrant Officer Montagne was asking for a weapon.

   Winters tore off the sling securing his right arm and fell to the ground, took the machete, and gave the order word by word: "Attack again!"

"Are you crazy?" Andre was shocked when he heard the words, and he didn't care about the presence of other people, and immediately retorted Winters: "Then there were at least fifty people in the cannon, and we just took the advantage of the surprise attack and fought them all. If you don't go in, won't you die if you go now?"

   "One more attack," Winters repeated firmly.

   "I know how you feel, but we've done our best, can't we die?" Andre was also anxious, he looked at Bud: "Bud, you persuaded him too!"

   "I think..." Bud narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "...We can attack again."

   "XX! Why can't I explain it to the two of you?" Andre punched himself a few times in the head.

"Look, the Red Sulphur Port is too busy now. The reinforcements from the Red Sulphur Port have already returned, and there are only the original defenders in the artillery base." Winters pointed at the returning torches outside the port with a machete, and said with a sneer : "The defenders in the artillery base knew that we were few and could only make a sneak attack. They never imagined that we would dare to go and come back. Besides, quite a few of the still alive defenders were manipulating the artillery. We actually took the surprise attack instead. The advantages."

  Andre probably understood what was going on, but subconsciously wanted to refute: "But..."

   "Ten Commander!" However, Winters didn't give him a chance to speak, and shouted loudly.

  The Veneta looked at each other, but no one answered.

   "What about people?"

   "Report sir, the old sergeant is dead... a knife in the stomach..." a Veneta soldier replied in a low voice.

   Winters was silent for a few seconds, then asked: "I ordered him to destroy the fort's gate shaft. Did the gate shaft be destroyed?"

   "Destroyed." The Veneta soldier who spoke just now replied: "I followed the sergeant to destroy it."

   "From now on, you will be the ten commander." Winters pointed to the soldier who answered, and he looked at the crowd: "Are you afraid now?"

   The surviving Veneta soldiers bowed their heads, but no one spoke.

"I tell you! Those Tanilians are even more afraid!" said Winters viciously. "Their courage just now was a crowd! And now they're afraid! They're cleaning bodies with trembling legs! Just thinking about it! Our bravery will make them tremble! The gate of the cannon is broken, and this is our God-given opportunity! Go in through the gate and see one kill another! Catch them by surprise!"

  Andre's face turned from blue to red, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, shouting: "Fuck it! Kill these tani guys! Kill them all!"

   "After rushing in, we must build up our momentum and shout out." Bud added: "Although we only have a dozen people, our momentum must be like a centenary."

"Master, you Hurds have fulfilled your promise, you don't have to follow us." Winters looked at Hestas and said earnestly: "But I hope you can help us once, we will be grateful So, Veneta will be grateful."

  There are only eight Veneta people, including three officers, and they need the strength of the Hurds no matter what.

"Our contract is that we will hand over our lives to you, and you will send our women and children home." Hestas laughed and raised a machete: "Send our women and children safely to us. Our hometown. As for our lives, you can use them however you want."

   "Thank you." Winters bowed his head gratefully, and then he looked at the soldiers of Veneta: "How about you? Would you like to fight with me again?"

   "Sir! We'll go wherever you take us!" Gold called out first, and the other Veneta soldiers agreed.

   "After this war is over, I will find a good place for you, and you will no longer need to fight in this war."

  …

   Covered by the roar of artillery, Winters quietly approached the fort with a dozen people.

   Except for Hestas, they were all lightly wounded. There were no serious wounds, and all the seriously wounded died in the fort.

   "Father, don't follow us to the death." Winters persuaded softly, looking at the thin old shaman.

   "What? You look down on me?" Hestas coughed twice and said in a muffled voice, "You weren't born when I went to kill!"

  The crowd climbed to the closest distance that they could covertly approach, and if they climbed further, they would be exposed to the ground leveled around the cannon base, and there was nowhere to hide.

  Hestas grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, raised it to the height of his forehead, recited words with a special guttural sound like using "healing", and let go of his hand little by little.

  As the soil in Hestace's hands gradually spilled back to the ground, Winters' tiredness and fear gradually disappeared, and he felt that he became fearless and entered a kind of excitement.

   He glanced at Hestas in amazement. Can divine magic work for people who do not believe in gods?

  Under the influence of Hestath's shamanic magic, even the most timid of the group showed endless courage.

  Winters realized that it was now, he roared, raised the sailor's machete, and slammed into the cannon.

  The connection between the two gates and the wall opposite the artillery base was destroyed, and they all fell to the ground without support. Three Tanirian soldiers were trying to repair the gate with tools.

  A Tanirian soldier who was moving the wooden door heard footsteps and turned his head to see a row of figures rushing out of the grass not far away.

  The Tanirian soldier was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shouted a warning.

   However, at a distance of more than ten meters, Winters ran to them almost in a blink of an eye.

  The three Tanirians who were repairing the gate turned and fled to the inside of the fort. Winters threw the machete in his hand like a flying axe at the opponent.

The    machete spun through the back of a Tanirian man, pinning him to the ground.

   The other two Tanirians screamed and fled into the cannon.

   Winters strode to the door and drew a machete from the Tanirian lying on the ground.

   The Tanirian man who was pierced by the machete was not dead yet, he groaned in pain, clasping the dirt in his hands, and spitting blood blisters from his mouth.

   Winters bit his lip and gave the Tanirians a treat.

   "Don't disperse! Go to the gunpowder store first! If the enemy wants to run, let him go, and whoever dares to resist will kill him!"

  The Veneta and the Hurds shouted their battle cries and rushed into the fort after Winters.

   In the corridor where the **** battle just took place, neither the Veneta nor the Tanirian corpses were removed.

  The ten-meter-long corridor was tragic and abnormal. The bodies of both sides were lying on the ground. There was nowhere to go, and the only way to pass was by stepping on the bodies.

   Winters remembered what Lieutenant Colonel Field had said: "The powder magazine is always at the farthest point from the cannon."

   led the crowd to attack and kill in the opposite direction to the artillery position.

  The Tanirians in the artillery fort were caught off guard. They didn't expect this small group of enemies to be so fierce, and they dared to kill a carbine.

   In the panic, the defenders in the artillery fort failed to organize an effective resistance, and were attacked by Winters into the building on the east side.

   "Look for the gunpowder storehouse!" Winters shouted, and searched the storehouses.

   However, at this time, a neat line of defenders ran into the attackers head-on.

   When the commander of the artillery base learned that the enemy had attacked the building on the east side, he immediately realized that the enemy's target was the powder depot. He immediately organized the guards around him and went to intercept it.

   "Don't let them get close to the powder depot!" The commander of the artillery base drew out his command knife: "Kill them all!"

This team of defenders used spears of two and a half meters. The spears were not easy to use in the narrow corridor. However, when several people armed with spears marched together, the walls protected the flanks of the spear team, and instead formed a Unbreakable front.

   This situation is like two rats fighting in a sand cave, there is nothing to say, whoever is more ruthless wins.

  The two Hurds threw javelins at once. In the narrow corridor, there is almost no way to hide. With the kinetic energy given by the muscles of the Hurds, the javelin pierced through the body like a hot knife cutting butter.

   However, when a Tanirian fell, the Tanirians behind him immediately made up for it, and the spears approached the Veneta and the Hurds like a forest.

   Seeing the rescue of the other party, Winters knew that he had found the right place. He shot a steel cone at the opponent's commander, not hitting the head but the chest, but there was a crisp sound - the opponent was wearing armor.

   The spear pushed forward, and there was no room for short weapons to attack. The Veneta and the Hurds were forced back.

   There is no way to go back further, Winters grabbed a bucket lid from his side and squeezed to the front. Facing the aggressive spear forest, Winters gritted his teeth and raised the tip of his spear with a bucket lid, and charged towards the enemy facing the spear.

When the    super long spear phalanxes are fighting each other, some soldiers will climb over under the gun barrels and kill the enemy in the dead corner of the super long spear attack. This kind of battle is called rat war.

That's what    Winters did. The spear left a few wounds on his body, but he was knocked under the barrel of the gun in the end.

   Winters did not hesitate, and stabbed the enemy's soft abdomen with a machete. The spearmen who were close to him threw down their spears in a panic, and drew out their daggers in self-defense.

   However, as soon as the spear formation was broken, the other Veneta and Hurds rushed up immediately.

  The scene is extremely chaotic and bloody, the people in the back push the people in front, the people in front are crowded together like a vise, and there is not even room to swing weapons.

  Winters was squeezed below, and he couldn't tell who was in front of him. There were several people in front of him. He just gritted his teeth and stabbed, twisted, stabbed, and twisted in the direction of the enemy.

   Finally, the morale of the Tanirians collapsed, and they could no longer afford this **** battle. The Tanilians in the front cried out to escape, and the Tanilians in the back also directly deserted.

The commander of the    fortress angrily pulled the soldiers who wanted to escape and hacked two to death with his own hands, but everyone wanted to escape, and he couldn't help but flee.

   As the commander of the fort was about to hack the third deserter, Winters knocked him over in the middle. Winters, who was riding on the fort commander, stabbed the opponent in the chest with a machete, but the machete slid away after a harsh scraping sound - Winters forgot that the opponent was wearing armor.

   blocked the opponent's arm that was trying to counterattack, and Winters smashed the gun base commander's face with a machete counterweight: "I can't deal with you if I wear armor?!"

The head of the    fort commander was picked on the spear, but inside the fort, the number of Tanilians still had an absolute advantage.

   "Sir! There are only two barrels of gunpowder in the gunpowder store." A Veneta soldier hurriedly reported to Winters.

   "Take it out and set it on fire." Winters didn't have time to dry the blood on his face, and ordered: "Spread the fire, don't let the Tanilians gather together!"

   Got Winters' order, and everyone started to set fire to the first floor of the cannon while cleaning.

The main structure of the    fort is rammed earth, but there are also quite a few wooden structures. With the help of gunpowder and asphalt, the wooden structure was quickly ignited, and the interior of the fort was filled with smoke.

Gold took the commander's head with a spear and shouted, "[Tanilian dialect] Defeat! Defeat! On fire! Captain Kidd is dead! Captain Dead! Run away..."

After    resolved all the enemies at the bottom of the cannon, Winters shouted loudly: "Andre! Take us to the gun emplacement!" On the top of the cannon, the heavy artillery was still roaring, making Winters more and more impatient.

   This is a two-story artillery fort. In order to ensure the firing range, the heavy artillery is on the third floor, which is the top of the rammed earth building.

   But no one responded.

   "Stop shouting, it's just the two of us, we don't know where we've gone." Bud said with a wry smile.

   Winters suddenly realized a problem, he shouldn't set fire to it. The smoky, blazing fire destroyed not only the organization of the Tanilians, but the organization of his people as well.

   Winters' orders could not be conveyed to the soldiers scattered all over the ground floor, so he had to use loudspeaker to shout loudly: "Everyone! Attack up! Go to the gun positions!"

   "Let's not get separated." Regardless of the effect of the order, Winters and Bud fumbled to the upper floor.

   On the second floor, the smoke was thicker, making people breathless.

   Amid the chaos, the two finally reached the top of the cannon.

  Because it is the top of the rammed earth building without walls and sheds, the smoke here is not much. The 32-pounder gun was placed here, and next to a sturdy and mighty bronze gun, several gunners were busy reloading.

   Winters and Bud charged up with machetes, and several gunners immediately dispersed.

   Walking to the side of the cannon, Winters looked at the cannon fire door, and he was already nailed to death!

   "Andre didn't lie, the cannon was nailed to death." Bud was puzzled: "Then how did the cannon fire?

   At this moment, heavy artillery roared from the wall on the other side.

  The two looked at each other, Winters clenched the machete: "Go!"

   Sticking to the wall of the tower room, Winters and Bud touched the corner and looked carefully.

   In addition, three heavy artillery pieces are arranged here.

  The gunner was busy beside the cannon.

   In addition to the gunner, there was a masked man beside the gun.

  After a cannon was loaded, the masked man walked to the side of the cannon. There was no match or red hot iron, and the masked man just hung his hand above the cannon.

   The next second, there was a roar, and the shells shot out.

  The gunner reset the gun, and immediately began to clean the barrel and reload.

   "A dozen gunners, it's definitely not enough for the two of us alone." Bud lowered his voice and said to Winters: "Wait for the others to come up."

  Winters took out a steel cone and held it in his palm with a dignified expression. He said to Bud with difficulty: "I'm not worried about the dozen or so gunners. I'm afraid we have met..."

  On the other side of the corner of the tower room, there was a familiar Veneta accent shouting and killing, apparently someone of his own attacked from another passage leading to the roof.

  Bud immediately rushed out with a knife, attacking the gunner on the roof from both sides.

   But Winters grabbed Bud and made a silent gesture.

   On the roof, the gunner wanted to run away, but he didn't dare to run away in front of the masked man's lewd power. The masked man doesn't seem to care much about the enemy in front of him.

  Several Veneta and Hurds poured out from the stairs, and a Veneta soldier at the front raised his knife and killed the masked man.

   However, the masked man didn't move at all, just looked at Winters' soldiers with his hands behind his back.

  The Veneta soldier hadn't rushed to the masked man's side, he was bleeding from the seven orifices and fell to the ground.

   Then, the masked man looked at the other Hurds. He just watched with his hands behind his back, and the Hurds bleed to death one by one.

   The whole process is just a few blinks of an eye, as if the goddess of fate will cut off the thread of life for whomever the masked person looks at.

   The cruelty, efficiency, and ruthlessness of this life-deprivation process made Bud shudder.

  Bud found that Winters' knuckles had been clenched white, his chest was up and down, his eyes were blood red, and the anger in his chest almost ignited his hair.

   The last Hurd didn't even have time to rush to the masked man. Before he died, he shouted at the Heard that Winters could not understand, and threw a javelin at the masked man.

   But this time, the masked man was not as calm as before, dodging the javelin with a worrisome posture.

   Winters narrowed his eyes.

At this juncture, a broken gong with a Tanirian accent came out from the stairs: "We are defeated! We are defeated! Captain is dead! Captain Kid is dead! Red Sulphur Port is gone! Run away! what…"

   This shout became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the gunners who wanted to escape didn't know who took the lead, so they dispersed.

  The masked man shouted angrily: "Come back!"

   However, he spoke in common language, and the gunner ran away without knowing whether he could understand it or not.

   Several gunners even ran towards Winters.

   However, the masked man did not pursue this position, but followed Gold's voice and walked down the stairs.

   Winters and Bud immediately strode to keep up, but when they were halfway there, the masked man came back from the stairs.

   Winters cursed loudly, raised his hand and shot a steel cone at the masked man.

  When Winters saw the masked man, the masked man also saw Winters.

   Just as the masked man's eyes fell on Winters, Winters only felt a sharp pain in his skull, and his spirit suddenly fell into a dizzy state. The steel cone deflected two inches and flew past the masked man's ear.

   Budd charged up with the knife, but the masked man looked at Budd.

   Winters used his last strength to pull Badra back.

   "Run! Bud! Run!" He struggled to spit out a few words.

   Just as Winters and Bud's lifeline was about to be cut, a gloomy throat sound resounded through the top of the fort.

  The masked man screamed, as if suffering great pain, and the dying Winters was pulled back from the death line, and he struggled to draw another steel cone from his belt.

   The masked man, who suffered great pain, laboriously recited in the ancient imperial language: "[Ancient imperial language] gather flames into flames!"

   "Pfft." It was the sound of something popping open.

The expression of the    masked man instantly relaxed, and his pain had subsided greatly.

   The next second, a steel cone hit the back of his head and came out of his eyes.

Before the   masked man fell, Winters had roared and rushed to his side. He stabbed the masked man's heart with a knife, stirred it violently, and pulled out the machete, leaving a deep, bone-deep knife on the masked man's neck.

   After doing this, Winters, who confirmed that the masked man was too dead, walked down the stairs panting.

   The last thing he wanted to see happened. In the smoke, several Heards were crying around a corpse that was in a terrible state of death.

   The head of the corpse exploded, like a watermelon exploded from the inside.

   There was absolutely no way of recognizing the dead, but Winters knew who was lying here.

   He seemed to have been exhausted, knelt beside the corpse all of a sudden, tears could not stop pouring out: "Old man..."

   "Hestas saved us, right?" Bud also walked down and asked with difficulty. He was in worse shape than Winters, and could barely stand still.

   Winters didn't speak, just took off his clothes and covered the upper body of the old shaman, and picked up the old shaman's body: "I have to send him home."

   In the smoke, another team approached quietly, and they were relieved to see that it was Winters and Bud.

   "It's almost burning down! Let's go! If you don't go, it will be too late!" Andre urged while coughing.

   Winters was holding the corpse of the old shaman. The old man was so thin and light that he could hardly feel the weight. The remaining Veneta and Hurd covered their noses with cloth, followed the road they came from, and rushed out.

  The crowd did not stop for a moment and ran all the way to the coast.

  Behind them, the fire fort in the middle of Red Sulphur Bay was burning.

   "It's impossible not to give us a one-pound medal!" Andre said with a big laugh, and he asked a little puzzled: "Who are you holding..."

   Before he could finish his words, there were several gunshots from the surface of the water, and the stones beside Winters were splattered by lead bullets.

   "XX! This XX treats us as an enemy army!" Andre yelled, and he yelled at the Veneta warship on the water angrily: "Friends! Friendly! Bastards!"

   Accompanied by his shouting, more gunshots came to mind.

   "We have to find a way to tell them that we are friendly troops, or leave here." Bud frowned and said, "You shouted at them, they took it as a provocation."

   "The token, yes!" Andre rolled his eyes, and suddenly laughed wildly, and he burst into tears again: "I've kept it from the day I went ashore!"

   After that, Andre took out a cloth bag from the innermost layer of his underwear. When he unfolded the cloth bag, a blue-ground gold embroidered two-winged lion flag appeared in front of everyone.

   is the flag of the 100th Brigade of the Chief Brigade of the Third Army.

   The flag that Andrei held high on the day of the landing.

  Andre hung the battle flag on the spear and was about to wave it towards the surface warship, but stopped.

   He walked to Winters and handed the battle flag to Winters: "Commander Montagne, the honor of displaying this battle flag should belong to you."

   Winters took the flag, clutching his spear tightly, a thousand thoughts in his heart.

   "Am I doing it right? We sacrificed so many people, am I doing it right?" he asked Bud.

   "It doesn't matter. What matters is that we voluntarily follow you, even if it's going to hell."

   Winters raised the flag, and the flag stretched naturally when the sea breeze blew. Under the blazing fire, the golden embroidery shines brightly.

   A few more shots were fired.

"Who shot the gun? Blind? It's my own!" A voice amplified by magic resounded through the sea, this was a voice that Winters was very familiar with, Lieutenant Colonel Field's voice: "That was to destroy for us. Warrant Officer Montagne, who is blocking the sea ropes and artillery! All of the second brigade! Listen to my command! Three times for Warrant Officer Montagne!"

   "Urrah!"

   "Urrah!"

   “Urrah!!!!!!”

No one knew what Winters was thinking when the    thunderous mountain cries sounded.

   I wrote more than 3,000 words yesterday, and I feel that this chapter is not good enough to be divided into chapters, so let’s combine it into one big chapter in two days.

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