Iron Powder and Spellcasters: Chapter 158 car array

   Chapter 158 Car Array

The timing of the    Hurd raid was excellent.

   The convoy was passing through the saddles of two mounds when the attack was launched.

   In order to bypass the high ground, the long queue twisted into an S shape. The head and tail are lost in each other's field of vision, and they cannot care for each other.

   Accompanied by the sound of horns, a team of Heard cavalry rushed out from the reverse **** of the northern hillside and plunged straight into the waist of the team.

   The long queue that stretched for more than a kilometer caused communication difficulties, and Winters, who was at the front of the team, couldn't see what was happening behind.

   When he noticed the strangeness, Winters immediately rode his horse and climbed up the west side of the hill.

   The whole battlefield is displayed before him:

   A group of unfamiliar cavalrymen in armor rushed into the middle of the convoy, where the Paratus had been defeated;

  The chaos spread like wildfire, and some militiamen who still had courage tried to resist, but were killed by bows and arrows and javelins from behind. All are fleeing, but the warriors die faster;

   The strange cavalry were few in number, but they did not fight, just like a seasoned shepherd, driving the defeated soldiers to the front and back.

   "Centurion Montagne!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska rushed to the vanguard of the convoy, followed by more than twenty Dussacs.

   "Sir!" Winters galloped down the hillside: "There is chaos in the middle, and the Hurds are driving over the troops."

   The one-eyed lieutenant colonel spat: "Of course! The **** wants to eat us all."

   "They don't have many soldiers, so I'll take someone to rush over for a round! Maybe there will be a turning point!"

   "No! Surround the cart! Just defend here, and gather the soldiers first."

   Winters was anxious: "Half of the car is gunpowder! When they set fire to it, it's over!"

"Do you have to wait until now if you want to set fire? Dozens of Hurds dare to attack us?" Jesska sneered: "You only hit people in the waist? Swallow!"

   Winters figured out the joints, and immediately dispatched the carriage to turn.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska jumped off the saddle: "Ensign!"

  The flag-holder presented the brigade's flag to the lieutenant colonel, and Jesska jumped onto the carriage a few steps and planted Prato's crossed quadrant flag on the carriage.

   "Stand here!" The one-eyed lieutenant colonel shouted from the carriage: "The coward, kill without mercy."

Lieutenant Colonel    had already shown his attitude, and Winters also took the centurion flag and inserted it into the sack of the carriage.

   The trumpeter blew the rally horn, and the nearby militiamen and coachmen rushed towards the flag.

  With two officers as the backbone, the militiamen and coachmen know what to do. One after another, the horses of the carts were unfastened and led into the center of the cart.

   Cargo was unloaded so that the Musketeers could stand on it.

   At Winters' shouting, the musketeers hurriedly loaded their ammunition, and the lancers began to regroup.

  The double-column formation naturally has two barriers on the left and right. The coachman keeps the carriage as close as possible, and the inevitable interval can only be temporarily blocked with ropes.

   However, the four-wheeled carriage was extremely difficult to turn, and it was impossible to close it in a hurry, and the front and rear spaces could only be filled by spearmen.

   Gradually, chauffeurs and militiamen who fled in a hurry were driven to the front line, and most of the militiamen even threw their weapons.

  The military flag fluttering on the car array caught their eyes for the first time.

   Behind him was the savage Hed barbarian, and the bruised Palatine found that there was still a safe place in front of him, and rushed to the car array.

   "It's safe there!" a coachman shouted as he ran: "Go to the flag."

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska yelled at this. He jumped out, hit the Palatine who was running at the front and vomited blood, and another terrifying slash cut off the screaming coachman's head in half.

   The remaining Paratus were stunned by the brutality of the one-eyed lieutenant colonel.

   "Those who attacked the formation die!" Jieska's saber dripped with blood from the Paratus, and he roared at the rout soldiers: "Bypass the car formation!"

Lieutenant Colonel    stood in front of the formation like a water divider, and the Paratus who fled in a hurry were divided into two groups. They circled from the north and south wings, and then entered the car formation from the west side.

   A Heard cavalry wielded a machete and slashed and chased all the way until it collided with the car formation. He stopped 30 meters away from the car array, a little overwhelmed.

   A musketeer on the cart shook his right hand and the launch rod was pressed. The gunshots sounded, but the Hurd rider was safe and sound.

   One shot triggered more shots, and the nervous musketeers shot, and even Winters couldn't stop them.

   After the continuous gunfire, the smoke dissipated, and the Hurd cavalry was still sitting upright on the saddle.

   The Hurd laughed wildly, and the harsh laughter struck the courage and spirit of the militia like a hammer.

   "Laugh at you old man!" Winters couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped into the cart and shot the Hurd cavalry to death.

   A mass of flesh and blood burst out from the back of the Hurd cavalry's head, and he fell straight down from his horse. He didn't know why he was shot until he died.

   There was silence in the car queue, and then deafening cheers erupted.

   Winters blankly threw the rifled revolver to Charles, who reloaded beamingly.

   This thing is easy to use, but it is too expensive and it is too troublesome to refill.

  The car formation was temporarily safe, and Lieutenant Colonel Jesska immediately ordered to prepare the beacon. The militiamen began to collect fodder and horse manure, and removed wooden boards and gunpowder from the carriage.

   Small units of cavalry to break supply lines are the usual means of the Hudds, and the Paratus also have countermeasures. The beacon will pass through the camps along the way, and the nearby Palatu Rangers will gather here...to help avenge.

  The sporadic Hurds rushed to the front of the car formation from the east, saw no chance to move their horses and left, and went back to continue to kill and drive the rout of Plato to the east.

   The number of Hurd cavalry is indeed small, but the spearmen and musketeers whose organization has collapsed cannot protect each other's backs and sides. Facing the cavalry, it is almost a one-sided slaughter.

   "That won't work." Winters approached the lieutenant colonel: "I'll take someone for a round."

  Jesska understood what Winters meant, and they wouldn't be able to gather many people at all.

   A stalemate is not a solution, and a defensive counterattack is necessary. There is no supply reserve for the temporarily assembled car array, and they must be unable to hold it first.

  Lieutenant Colonel Dumu took a deep look at the second lieutenant and nodded: "Don't rush too far, come back when you hear the gunshot."

   Winters picked up a spear and leapt into the saddle.

   Looking at the faces of more than two dozen Dussacs in the car array, he instructed as calmly as possible: "Don't be afraid, follow me."

  The spearmen gave way, and the cavalry roared out of the carriage. Behind them, a plume of smoke rose into the sky.

   caught a glimpse of the Paratus taking the initiative to attack, and a Heard cavalry sounded the horn.

   Two long and two short.

   The Hurds, who were chasing and wandering in the big workshop, walked away, and they deliberately avoided head-to-head combat.

  Everyone is on horseback, and no one can easily catch up with anyone.

  The advantage of the Hurds in riding and archery is reflected. They maintain a delicate distance and turn around to shoot arrows.

  The arrows swept past the Plato cavalry, and the cavalry bowed their bodies as low as possible. Riding and shooting the head is not very good, but no one wants to use their life as a bargaining chip to gamble on luck.

The purpose of    Winters was not to annihilate the enemy, it was enough to drive them out and cover the Paratus into the car formation.

   What worries him most at this moment is the situation of Bud and Andre:

  Andre went to exchange things with the shepherd, and then disappeared;

   And Bud led the containment team to the rear of the convoy—it was at the end of the convoy that included those traders and speculators who were under protection. There were not many soldiers around him.

   Winters eagerly wanted to get to the end of the convoy to confirm Bud's safety.

   But after only running a few hundred meters, I heard three gunshots coming from the direction of the car formation. This was the agreed signal.

  Winters gritted his teeth and pulled the reins, and stood up with a neigh, "Withdraw!"

   A group of Plato's cavalry turned around and turned back to the car formation. The Hurds who were running in front also turned around and followed.

  The sound of hooves rumbled from the west, and another group of Heard cavalrymen, more than forty cavalrymen, shot out from the valley on the west side.

   But unexpectedly, they did not find a panicked farmer, only a circle of carts surrounded by all sides.

   This was a coordinated attack, but the coordination was not done well, giving the Paratus a lifeline.

   The Hurd people from the west were not mentally prepared to attack the fortress, and hesitated for a while, and stopped far away a hundred meters away.

   The Hurds on the east side bypassed the car formation, and the two Hurd cavalry merged.

   Winters climbed into the carriage and counted them carefully: there were about sixty cavalry, some of them had armor, and the rest only had iron helmets and leather jackets.

  It is roughly estimated that more than half of the Hurd cavalry who attacked first were here, and Bard might be able to relax.

   "A centurion?" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska said to himself, waving his command: "Let the musketeers get on the cart."

  The Platoons stepped up to unload the wagon, piled the luggage on the wagon as a barrier, and the musketeer hurriedly climbed into the carriage with an arquebus.

   "Load the ammo! Put your chin on the **** and aim!" Winters reprimanded loudly: "Listen to my orders, whoever dares to shoot indiscriminately, I will kill him!"

   Suddenly, the Hurd cavalry in the distance moved. Accompanied by unfamiliar shouts, the Hurds rushed towards the car array with murderous intent.

   Six hundred infantrymen charged with the momentum of sixty cavalry.

  In the old days, heavy cavalry could decide the course of a battle with a single shock. Before even seeing blood, mental oppression alone is enough to destroy an unsteady front.

   With a loud thunder-like noise, a 800-pound behemoth slammed into him, and no one was not afraid.

  60 meters away, the militiamen were shivering involuntarily.

   "Steady!" Winters shouted with amplifying technique: "Hand off the launcher, wait for my command!" The roar blessed by magic even faintly overwhelmed the sound of horses' hooves.

  50 meters, the ground seemed to tremble from the trampling of horses’ hooves.

   "Stand on the front!" The blood on the saber in Lieutenant Colonel Jesska's hand has not dried up: "Who dares to run and kill whoever!"

  Forty meters, Winters can already see the beards and feathers of the Hurds.

   Thirty meters, the Hurds turned.

   did not plunge into the car formation as everyone expected, and the Hurd cavalry adjusted their direction at the last moment and began to run around the car formation.

   There was a panting sound in the big workshop.

   A javelin passed over Winters' head, flew into the formation, and pierced a coachman's thigh.

With the screams of   , more javelins and arrows shot at the Paratus people one after another. There is nothing accurate, but it still forced everyone to avoid.

   "Hahahaha, but that's all!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was almost grinning: "Second Lieutenant! Put a round of guns and hook them in!"

   "Ready!" Winters didn't understand the order, but he complied: "Fire!"

   After the thunder and gunpowder, four or five Hurd cavalry fell off their horses, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

   The remaining Hurd cavalry immediately rushed to the formation of the chariots. Instead of rushing towards the open spearmen in the east and west, they rushed past the gaps between the carts.

   "Don't be afraid!" Winters yelled, "Reload!"

  The musketeers in the cart shivered and reloaded, and the young man beside him poured gunpowder into the barrels while weeping.

   The routed soldiers who had just thrown away their armor and armor were useless at the moment. They had already lost their nerve and were desperately trying to hide behind other people and drill under the cart.

   Only those militiamen who were initially drawn into the car formation dared to fight against the Hurds. The spearmen stabbed people and horses violently, and Dussack chopped at random with his saber.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and Lieutenant Montagne, in officers' uniforms, were the most obvious targets.

   Winters jumped onto the top of the wagon, and a Heard cavalry screamed and charged at him with a spear.

   "Boom!"

   Winters shot the opponent to death, and this distance did not require aiming at all.

   Another Hurd saw this and rushed up to avenge his companions.

   "Boom!"

   Winters' reed guns are double barreled.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska wielded a heavy halberd and was fighting fiercely. He was being attacked by three Heards, and the situation was in jeopardy.

   "You stay here." Winters threw the reed gun to Charles in the carriage, holding the nail in the left and the saber in the right, and jumped off the cart.

  Ciel was taken aback, and in a hurry, he shouted out his name when he was in Hailan: "Brother [Winters]!"

   "Sir!" Heinrich and Berrian, who were usually taciturn, also exclaimed at the same time.

  Charle picked up a musket and followed Winters to the inside of the car formation.

  Heinrich and Berrian also clenched their teeth and jumped out of the carriage, each armed with guns and knives to join the melee.

   A Hurd climbed into the carriage from the outside, shot the Paratus with a bow and arrow. This time it was not on the bumpy horse, and the Hurds shot to death.

   Winters raised his hand with a nail to knock down Heard's archer. After a year and a half of practice, his requirements for flying arrows are not as harsh as in the past.

   He rushed to the vicinity of the lieutenant colonel, grabbed the belt of the Hurd cavalry who were besieging the lieutenant colonel, and stabbed him in the back. The Hurd screamed and was dragged off the horse by Winters.

   Winters nailed another Hurd cavalry with another flying arrow technique, and Lieutenant Colonel Jesska used a heavy halberd to deal with the third Hurd, and temporarily relieved the siege.

   "Win!" The one-eyed lieutenant colonel's face was covered in blood, and he couldn't stop laughing: "Win!"

   Winters couldn't help roaring: "First. He. Mom survives this battle before talking about it!"

   Once the cavalry's charge fails to resolve the enemy and loses its speed advantage in the dogfight, that is when the cavalry is most vulnerable.

  The Hurds thought that the chariot formation was a fortress, as long as they broke through, they could win. But the car array is actually a trap, as long as you come in, don't try to escape.

The   heavy cavalry may still be able to fight against the Reebok by wearing the strong, but for these light cavalry of Hurd, who are mostly unarmored, this is the place of death.

  The cost of a cavalryman is not known to be much higher than that of the Palatine militia with only one spear, and at this moment they are being consumed by Lieutenant Colonel Jesska at a one-to-two exchange ratio.

   And the number of exchange ratios keeps dropping.

   Major General Layton likes to say "Whoever can hold on for one more minute wins".

   But for the Platoons and Heds who have already killed the red eye, whoever dies first will lose.

  There are fewer and fewer Hurds alive in the car array, and the scale of victory is slowly but firmly tilting towards the Paratus.

   "Kill! Waiting to die?" Winters dragged a militiaman crying and praying from under the cart like a sack of slag: "Can you live if we lose?"

   But fate always likes to joke.

   Another rumbling sound of hooves came from outside the car array, getting closer and closer.

The   Hard people were so excited that they shouted excitedly in unfamiliar languages.

The   Platoons gradually understood what happened, their expressions became more and more desperate, and the blood that had supported them until now was fading.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was dizzy for a while, and the halberd in his hand could not hold and fell to the ground.

Lieutenant Colonel    clutched Winters' arm tightly and smiled bleakly: "It's still a loss."

   "Not yet." Winters supported the lieutenant colonel, tears flashing in his eyes: "Not yet."

"I originally wanted to deal with them first, and then deal with the rest." Jesska shook his head bitterly: "But the rest of the Hurds are still here, and their centennial team is a real hundred... war is Take a breath, Winters, you are a good soldier, and I am honored to have you as my subordinate."

   Winters laughed: "I'm so annoying to be your servant."

  The belated reinforcements broke through the car formation with the momentum of thunder, and the battle roar of the leading man pierced through the cloud and cracked the stone:

   "Great Veneta!"

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