Iron Powder and Spellcasters: Chapter 161 melee

   Chapter 161 Melee

   Thirty-one years ago, a Heard baby boy croaked to the ground in a tent.

   The mother of the baby boy died that night. According to the custom of the Hurds, the baby boy who killed the mother should also be abandoned. The underlying logic of the custom is realistic and cruel, and the newborn who loses its mother cannot be fed.

   The baby boy's father was out fighting with Que Ye Khan, and his grandmother took pity on him and carried him back to the tent and put him in the steaming sawdust.

  For the first three days, two rolls of cowhide were used to invite another mother to breastfeed, and then a cotton cloth dipped in mare's milk was used to feed him.

   After two months, when he was sure that the dark child would survive, his grandfather took him to the shaman.

   The shaman named the child, Kuoshhaqi - a child raised by mare's milk

  …

   Thirty-one years later, Kuoshhaqi, who remained on the hill, was surprised to find that the group of Paratus on the opposite hillside was not led away, but instead launched a formation to charge towards the bottom of the ditch.

  The baby boy who survived on horse milk is now Turukota of the Ministry of Bad Earth.

   The screams of killing and the blood made the horses restless, and the horses stomped uneasily.

   The young red-feathered rider beside him asked anxiously, "What should I do? Kuoshhaqi? The two-legged people have come down! Hurry up and call Mangtai and the others back!"

  Koshihazi's eyebrows were twisted into a knot: "Mangtai has already rushed over, there are fat sheep over there, how could he come back? Besides, he never listens to me, and I'm not his boss."

   "Then what?"

   "What should we do?" Koshhaqi glared at him: "Fight."

  …

   The centurions running at full speed still maintain a general formation, which is due to the training.

  Although his heart was burning, Winters did not lead them into the fray, because more than half of his men were crossbowmen and musketeers.

   A dozen meters outside the melee area, the Montagne Centuries stopped.

   "Spearmen! Hollow phalanx! Musketeers and crossbowmen! Double rows!" The second lieutenant's order came from his helmet, and it sounded loudly: "Hit the Hurds behind me."

   Winters is well aware of the poor shooting skills of his subordinates. They are aiming at the enemy, but they are likely to hit their own people.

   can only let them fight towards the back of the battlefield, where there are more Hurds.

   Amid the scolding of the ten commanders, the spearmen stood in a small square that was only eight men wide, and the archers hurried to the front row.

   "Prepare!"

   The shooter held his breath.

   "Fire!"

  The sound of gunfire resounded through the valley, lead and crossbow arrows flew together, and more than a dozen Hurd cavalrymen at the rear of the battlefield fell off their horses, and their actions to fight both sides couldn't help but stagnate.

   One salvo, the musketeers and crossbowmen start free fire.

  The enemy also noticed the Montagne Centuries, and several Heard cavalry left the battlefield and charged towards the militia shooters who were winding and loading.

   Winters drew the revolver from his pocket and aimed at the comer.

   First shot, missed.

   The second shot was also missed.

  The enraged Lieutenant Montagne threw his gun on the ground, drew his saber, and slapped his horse to kill the Hurds.

   was headed by a strong and sturdy Heard, who had long noticed the silver-gray steed and the Platonic officer on the saddle.

   This is a standard cavalry hedge, and the moment of staggering can separate life and death.

  The two sides approached each other from the right, desperately stretching their sabres forward, and neither gave way.

   There are only two horses left, and they are about to die together.

  On the verge of death, Winters suddenly yanked on the reins and jumped forward to the right with strong luck.

   Meanwhile, the saber was dexterously switched from right to left by Winters.

   In the stunned eyes of the Hurds, Winters' saber had already slashed to the opponent's left shoulder.

   This trick was taught to Winters by Gerard Mitchell, and it was an old Dussack's stunt. For right-handed cavalry with swords, the left side is the absolute weak side of defense.

   eliminated the leading Hurd, and Winters was surrounded by several other Hurd cavalry.

   There are many barbarians in Heard, but the second lieutenant wears three-quarter armor. A few people are fighting with one knife and one knife at a time, and the swords collide with each other, and sparks are scattered.

  The musketeers and crossbowmen were afraid to fire. The spearmen did not have an order and did not dare to disperse the formation.

   Winters wanted to dig out the nails, but only found an iron plate—the pockets of the nails were inside the armor.

  Winters, who had more than one enemy, fell to the wind, and the machete was swung towards him from all directions. The Hurds focused on the back of the thighs and the joints where the armor was weak or unarmored, and he could only parry with all his might.

   Strong Luck neighed and bit the neck of Heard's war horse, kicking and kicking with his hind hooves.

   was another powerful slash, and Winters' spine was slashed like a rattan. The machete didn't cut through the iron plate, but it still hurt.

   But the next moment, his pressure suddenly eased.

   The Hurd cavalry in front of him was knocked off his horse by the heavy halberd, and Heinrich stepped on the chest of the fallen man. Bellion swung the warhammer and smashed it on the head of the Hurd with all his strength.

   The dismounted Hurd cavalry twitched a few times and stopped moving.

   and Ciel, who was holding a halberd, shouted, and was already fighting with another Heard cavalry.

   With the help of three personal guards, Winters quickly eliminated the other Hurds.

   "Back to the phalanx," said Winters, panting. The battle for just a few minutes left him feeling exhausted.

   Two horns, one long and one short, came from the hillside.

   More Hurd's cavalry regrouped from the melee, and they rounded the field and copied to the Montagne Centuries.

  The musketeers and crossbowmen hurriedly hid in the phalanx.

   "Free Fire!" Winters took off his helmet—the tin jar took his breath away—and yelled, "Stay in line!"

   His phalanx was too small and too thin, with only one row of spearmen all around, and it would disperse as soon as he rushed.

   It depends on whether the Hurds are afraid of death and dare to open a gap.

   Is the Hurd people first to be afraid? Or did the Platoons collapse first?

   "Hold the spear! Hold your position!" Winters desperately aroused the courage in the militia's heart: "Fleeing is also death! Protect your robes!"

The momentum of the   Hard cavalry charge was like an unstoppable torrent, and it was about to kill in a blink of an eye.

   "Lord forgive me" The lancer who faced the impact shuddered and closed his eyes.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   A series of rapid gongs came from the hillside.

   The Hurd cavalry charging towards the Montagne Centuries immediately turned around. Not only them, but the other Hurds in the valley also broke away from the melee and retreated towards the hillside.

   "Win!" Ciel shouted excitedly.

  The Platoons raised their arms and cheered.

   On the hillside, the rider of Hong Lingyu angrily asked, "Why? Why did you withdraw?"

   "Let's wait for Haugekota to come over." Koshhaqi buckled his helmet: "We can't win alone."

   "Who said you can't win?" Hong Lingyu became anxious.

   "I said. If you're not blind, you should be able to see it."

   Hong Lingyu was furious: "Now withdraw, aren't the Erlangs dead in vain? Hold on a little longer, maybe the two-legged people will collapse."

"If we fight again, we will only fight all the sons of the Bad Earth Department, and we won't be able to win." Kuoshhaqi stared at him and said, "If that's the case, then you should withdraw quickly! What? You're not convinced? "

   Hong Ling feathers wilted, and whispered: "I can't be convinced... What about Mangtai?"

   "You go and call him back."

  …

  There is a tradition in the alliance army of "big to control the small", that is, when two centurions fight together, the centurion with higher rank and seniority is in charge of command.

  The Hurds also have a similar custom. Two Tuurus who belong to the same Hauge act together, and they will choose the more convincing Kota to lead all the troops.

   Catching up with the Paratus were the two Heard centurions, Koshkazi and Mangtai

   Traditionally, Khoshhaqi was the supreme commander, but Mangtai, who was from the Ulla tribe, was not convinced.

  Koshihazi gave Mangtai a very simple task, feign attack on the convoy and lead away another group of Paratus on the hillside.

   However, the two-legged team on the hillside did not follow. Instead, they rushed down the valley and joined the melee.

   "Mangtai! What should I do?" Ten Commander Shulji asked, "Do you want to go back?"

   "Why are you going back?" Mang Tai gritted his teeth and said, "The two-legged guy's soldiers are all below, and there is not a single soldier on the side of the carriage. If they don't follow, we will feign attack and turn into a strong attack!"

   More than fifty Heard cavalry crossed the hill and roared towards the unprotected convoy.

   However, it was a little different from the Hurd people's expectations, and the two-legged people did not panic and fled.

   Those unarmed civilians and traders rushed to several four-wheeled carts, as if they wanted to use the carriages as a fortress.

During the    forced march, Second Lieutenant Bard temporarily modified six four-wheeled carriages to deal with emergencies.

   The cargo in the modified cart is emptied so that more people can stand;

  The wooden boards around the carriage were also raised to resemble battlements to block arrows.

   "What should I do?" The Hurd cavalry next to Mang Tai panicked.

   "What are you afraid of? Something worthless." Mang Tai couldn't help scolding: "The two-legged guy didn't stand firm, how many carriages can scare you?"

  The number of remodeled carts is small, and there is not enough time to adjust the position, so there is no end to end to form a circle.

   The positions of the six carts are shaped like plum blossoms. The Palatine people who were supposed to be in the carts instead stood around the carriages and wrapped the carts in people, forming a strange "car array".

   The Paratus with a crossbow stood in the carriage, and the Paratus with his back to the carriage had a variety of weapons and everything.

  The strangest thing is the carriage in the middle: an old man with a white beard is standing on the carriage, holding up an embroidered golden prayer flag, and is shouting.

  Language is not available, and the Hurds can't understand what the old man is shouting.

"Look! The two-legged guys there are all firearms!" Mangtai found a weak link, pointed a machete at a cart, and said, "Defeat them, and the rest of the two-legged guys will also be stunned. And dispersed."

   The Hurd tribes don't have many muskets, but that's because of the trade blockade. Even the Hurd people know that the flaming gun is already **** that has been eliminated by the times.

   "It's there, come with me!"

  The Hurd cavalry circled around the chariots, harassing them with bows and javelins, putting pressure on the Paratus.

  Suddenly, Mangtai rushed towards the flamingo shooters, and the horsemen followed closely behind the leader.

  The roar of hooves crushed the spirit of the musketeers, and one musketeer trembled and ignited the musketeer tucked under his arm.

   A shot was fired, and the other musketeers followed, and even the bowman pulled the trigger involuntarily.

   However, the Hurd cavalry did not rush over. They only turned around when they approached about forty meters.

   The seemingly murderous charge was just a feint, designed to trick the musketeers into firing.

  What followed was the ultimate move. The Hurd cavalry took a turn and attacked the Firemen again.

   "[Hede] slaughtered them!" Mangtai charged at the front with a machete high, and he roared: "The musket that [Hede] used is scrap iron!"

   But the Paratus did not look alarmed and showed no signs of fleeing.

   "Why aren't they afraid?" A voice growled in Mangtai's mind: "Why didn't they run?"

  A few dozen meters away in an instant. Before hitting it, the last scene in Mangtai's eyes was that the two-legged guys shoved what looked like long daggers into the fire door.

  …

The pursuit of    the Hurds was repelled.

  Before noon, all the horses of the carriage had entered the riverside camp.

   Later that day, three Heards came to the front of the camp with spears and helmets.

   "What does this mean?" Andrei was puzzled.

   "The Hurds want to negotiate." Lieutenant Colonel Jesska narrowed his eyes and said lukewarmly, "You can talk if you want. Lieutenant Montagne, you come with me and listen to what they want to say."

   Lieutenant Colonel and Second Lieutenant, plus Bell, who was an interpreter, rode out of the camp.

   The Hurds dismounted first, unwrapped their weapons and put them on the ground, as if to signal harmlessness.

   Winters didn't understand the Negotiation Rules of the Hurds. Seeing Lieutenant Colonel Jesska doing it, he did too.

   But the second lieutenant was still wary and hid two iron nails in his hand.

   One of the Hurds, who appeared to be his followers, took out a whole bear skin and spread it on the grass between the two sides.

The Hurds headed by    took the lead to sit on the bearskin, and stretched out their hands to invite Lieutenant Colonel Jesska to take a seat.

   Lieutenant Colonel snorted coldly and sat down.

   Two big men sat together on a bear skin, staring at each other.

   Winters stood behind the lieutenant colonel, his whole body tense, ready to strike.

The Hurd opened his mouth and said in a genuine mainland language: "Gentlemen, hand over the baggage you are carrying, and I will allow you to leave with your weapons and flags. Don't make senseless resistance, General Yanosh has already Die, you lose."

  [Note: Continental is the name of the alliance, also known as the common language. Under the rule of the empire, it is called the imperial language. The words are homologous, with only minor dialect and accent differences. ]

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