Iron Powder and Spellcasters: Chapter 355 Hunting 10
Chapter 355 Hunting (10)
[Qingqiu, the palace tent of Erlun]
It was cold outside the palace tent and warm inside, but Winters didn't dare to stay for a moment.
"Why are you here?" Winters tried to get up.
Eerlun hurriedly supported Winters and answered in a voice that couldn't be quieter: "I've always been here."
Winters staggered to get his clothes, but he didn't dare to look into Erlun's eyes, because the white lion had already told him that Erlun was in Qingqiu.
"The hunting suit that was taken off has been stained with blood." Erlun took the clothes demurely and naturally and helped Winters put it on: "This is new, I don't know if it fits."
Winters could only respond with a soft "um", "um".
Winter dressing is a very painful thing, especially close-fitting clothing. Because the cloth without body temperature is as cold as ice and as hard as a stone, the process of putting it on the body is like dipping in ice water.
However, Erlun has already baked the clothes warm in advance, so it is comfortable and warm to wear.
Tightening the belt, Winters simply moved his hands, feeling his strength regained a little. The dizziness and tiredness that I had when I woke up gradually got used to it, and the wound on my left shoulder was no longer so painful.
He confirmed that he was ready, so he took a deep breath and turned to look at Erlun: "Eerlun... I need to see the white lion."
Eerlun lowered his head: "Brother is not in Qingqiu."
Eerlun's words revealed too much content, Winters instantly became alert, and immediately asked: "Where are the soldiers and horses of the Chihe Department?"
"I...I don't know."
I don’t know that it has two meanings. First, Eerlun didn't know the current location of the people from the Chihe tribe; secondly, no matter where the people from the Chihe tribe were, they were definitely not in Qingqiu.
This is very different from what the little lion said.
Abandoning distractions, Winters quickly reviewed everything he saw, heard, and knew in his mind:
Spectacular hunting that shows off force;
dispatched hundreds of tribes, recruited tens of thousands of young people, and covered the entire territory of the Chihe Department of large-scale mobilization;
the far-reaching consequences of the unexpected fiasco of the Tertown Ministry;
Small and medium-sized tribes who are uncertain about whether to submit to the Chihe tribe;
The dislocation of the unprecedented personal prestige of the White Lion and the severely damaged strength of the Chihe Department...
Seems like there are thousands of threads, but Winters vaguely grasps the thread - power. In the cruel wasteland, everything is closely related to power.
…
In the Battle of the Great Wasteland, the Red River Department and the Teltown Department bleed the most.
Therefore, after the war, the Chihe Department and the Teltown Department had to huddle together to keep warm, in order to occupy the original position of the Teltown Department and avoid being swallowed by the Suzi Department and the East Sea.
However, the renewed damage to the strength of Teltown—especially the death of the Burner—shattered an already delicate balance.
The fiasco of the Battle of Blood Mud not only made Teltown a vulnerable target, but also left the Chihe Division in a precarious situation of isolation and helplessness.
However, a great crisis also means a great opportunity, and the White Lion is undoubtedly the most adept at taking advantage of the crisis that Winters has ever seen.
A fiasco caused the Tertown Department to lose the status of the three major departments, but the population, pastures, and livestock of the Tertown Department would not disappear because of a fiasco.
There are more than one beasts who want to eat the flesh and blood of the Telton tribe, and the Chihe tribe is just one of the weaker ones. And in the eyes of other beasts, the white lion is also one of the prey.
So when the battle of blood mud had just settled and other tribes had no time to react, the Chihe Department launched this unprecedented hunting.
This hunt is not only for hunters to hunt sheep and deer, but also to give the beasts who coveted the Chihe Department a chance to hunt the white lions. It is even more that the white lions set up a bureau to hunt all the enemies inside and outside the Chihe Department.
…
Unspeakable complex emotions flooded Winters' heart, and he felt anger, sadness, helplessness and frustration at the same time.
Winters looked at Ellen and asked wearily, "This is the 'safest place' that the white lion said? Did he take you as bait too?!"
"No, brother is not what you think, he explained it to me carefully." Erlun eagerly wanted to explain: "The man is not in the old camp, and Qingqiu is the safest place. If anything goes wrong, the quiver will protect it. Everyone left. I didn't think you would be involved. I didn't know you would come to Qingqiu from the beginning. Originally, I wanted the little lion to bring you clothes..."
As she spoke, Eerlun's eyes were full of tears, she couldn't cry, and kept repeating: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"I didn't blame you." Seeing Erlun's tears, Winters felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't hold any resentment towards Erlun.
He wanted to wipe away his tears for Erlun, but he couldn't reach out his hand. In the end, he could only comfort Erlun in a soft voice: "I came to Qingqiu not because I was fooled or deceived by anyone, but because of my own will. The lion and the cub have something to hide from me...that's their business..."
"I'm sorry." Erlun sobbed: "I'm sorry."
"But I didn't come to Qingqiu alone, Erlun." Breathing affected the injury, and Winters coughed violently: "My companions are still in danger. I want weapons, armor and warhorses, and I want to return as soon as possible. to them."
…
[Outside the hunting ground, the temporary fortification of the Iron Peak Mission]
Most of the incoming cavalry were killed, and only a few cavalry escaped with injuries.
In the sand and dust, the old Sergey dragged the corpse of an incoming cavalry back into the felt wall, and spat viciously with sandy spit: "Look!"
Pierre, who was bringing someone to change the saddle of the seized horse, didn't know why: "What's the matter?"
Old Sergey drew his knife and slashed at the corpse's chest. The scene of blood splashing did not appear, but the muffled sound of metal collision was returned.
Old Sergey immediately picked up the robe on the corpse, and saw pieces of thin iron plates with slaps squared on the inside of the leather robe.
"They're all wearing dark armor!" Old Sergey tore off his scarf and spat again: "I said, no blood is seen from an arrow."
"Cloth armor? Plate armor?" Lieutenant Colonel Moritz reached out and touched curiously: "Can the Hurds also make them?"
Pierre frowned: "As far as I know, it's impossible. When we fought last time, the armored soldiers of the Chihe Department were still using small iron pieces strung together."
"Don't worry about what Hart barbarians can make in the future!" Old Sergey pointed not far away—people from the Bad Earth Department were happily picking up the corpse's armor.
Old Sergey clenched his teeth, showing a wolf-like look: "Look! Few of the barbarians in the Bad Earth Department are wearing armor. They are here to hunt, not to fight! Look at the barbarians who attacked us, all dressed in dark clothes. A! They are well prepared! With such a large amount of money, no matter who wants to deal with the Chihe Department, they will definitely not send such a few people!"
The members of the Iron Peak County Mission have more or less the same idea, but old Sergey was the first to point it out.
The gust of wind was mixed with the whimpering of sand and dust, and the sound of hoofs, screams and the crash of iron weapons could be vaguely heard in the wind, as if blood was being fought everywhere.
The sense of security that everyone had just acquired disappeared in an instant.
"What do you mean?" Pierre asked old Sergey in a deep voice.
"Let's go, let's go now." Old Sergey said firmly: "Two people on one horse and three people on one horse have to go. Go back to the camp first, and then find a way to find the tribune, who will let the tribune go. The decision is whether to leave or stay. Get more horses, the more the better. If the Chihe Department can’t handle it, we can only rely on ourselves.”
"It is safest to be able to go back to the camp." Pierre thought again and again, and it was difficult to make a decision: "But now the wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and the direction is not clear..."
Lieutenant Colonel Moritz suddenly stretched out his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and raised it to a high place, as if he was feeling something.
This abrupt move caught everyone's attention. Everyone looked at each other, and because of the identity of the lieutenant colonel, it was difficult to rashly ask.
Moritz withdrew his right hand and looked around the crowd: "The wind is getting smaller."
…
[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]
The change in the wind, Winters also sensed it. He immediately looked at the flag in front of the palace tent, and the tail of the horse was slightly lowered.
When the wind and sand were the heaviest, standing on the green hill could not tell the direction at all, only the red sand and dust in the sky could be seen.
With limited vision, Winters relied on the orientation of the palace tent to determine the north and south, and roughly determined the orientation of the Iron Peak Mission.
Eerlun did not dissuade him, but asked the captain of the guard stationed at Qingqiu to send someone to **** Winters.
Before leaving, Winters found the little lion to say goodbye.
The little lion was still in a coma, his face was pale, and he lay quietly on the soft couch. An elderly doctor stood beside him and saw Batu walking into the sleeping tent. The white-haired doctor nodded slightly and continued to move the rosary.
Winters stopped for a few seconds, said nothing, and turned to leave.
However, the wind speed has changed significantly during the time of entering and exiting.
The sand moves with the wind, the wind attenuates, and the gravel also settles, leaving only some fine dust floating in the air.
Standing on the top of Qingqiu, the panorama of the hunting ground became clear little by little.
Eerlun was relieved and asked Winters timidly, "Is it all over?"
"No." Winters replied, "Now is the most dangerous time."
…
[Outside the hunting ground, unknown location]
The change of wind did not only happen in Qingqiu, the hunting ground of Nuoda, everyone noticed the inexplicable gust of wind, and it was disappearing inexplicably.
"What's the matter with [Hede]?!" The head of the stone cliff [Geha] was startled and frightened, and asked the armored soldier beside him sharply: "Why did the [Hede] wind stop?"
Dark red viscous liquid dripped down from Gerha's scabbard, and Gerha's lance was also stained with blood.
According to the agreement, the priests in the east of the sea will call in the wind and sand, and the Shiyabu and other members should only use the cover of the sky to create chaos.
But now the wind is getting smaller and smaller.
How to do? How to do?
No matter how much preparation you have made in advance, there are only so many soldiers and horses in the Shiya Department—it’s not more than a hundred cavalry. Once the Chihe Department regroups, the Shiya Department will be crushed in the blink of an eye.
"[Hede] What are you panicking about?" The soldier gloomy, glanced at Geha: "[Hede] The Chihe Department is already the bird in the cage and the meat on the plate, and the disciples of the Haidong and Suzi Departments arrive."
"[Herde] is coming! It's coming! Why hasn't it come yet?"
The soldier did not answer. He stared at Qingqiu's direction, and suddenly he punched heavily on his thigh: "What if [Hede] doesn't come? If the arrow leaves the string, you can't turn back! There is no chance to disperse the tribes. The tribes fled like frightened antelopes, there is only one way left!"
Geha looked in the direction pointed by the armored soldier, and on the hills in the distance, the palace tent of the white lion was shining brightly.
…
[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]
The person who really leads the palace guard of the Chihe Department is not a little lion, let alone Eerlun, but Qingling Yu [stag].
As soon as the wind of Shafu weakened, the stag immediately sent messengers to deliver news to the tribes around the hunting grounds. The armored soldiers holding the flag of the Chihe Department galloped down Qingqiu, galloping to all directions.
When found Winters, the stag brought twelve neatly dressed quivers.
In the face of the fierce and famous Palatine champion, Qingling Feather Stag maintained vigilance and etiquette at the same time: "[Hede] will **** Batu back by these children."
After listening to Erlun's translation, Winters waved his hand and went straight in: "There is no need to waste your troops escorting me. Now that the sandstorm has stopped, there is no chance to fish in troubled waters. Now, the most dangerous place is Qingqiu. You Immediate retreat should be considered."
Because of the special courtesy of the white lion, the Qingling Yu of the Chihe Department has a mixed attitude of awe and jealousy towards the champion of Platoon.
It is precisely because of this mentality that Winters' straightforward suggestion made Hart feel humiliated.
Stag suppressed his anger and answered loudly: "[Hede] The children of the Chihe tribe can only advance! There is no retreat! The white lion handed over the Qingqiu to me, and I will not let the wolf take away the white lion's palace tent!"
On weekdays, Winters might laugh at the stag's words, but at this moment Winters is also angry.
"Is there advance or retreat?" Winters sneered and asked: "Only from my own experience, you have retreated more than once!"
The stag stared viciously at the Platoon champion, as if he was about to pull out a white blade in the next second.
After a brief confrontation, the stag bowed and saluted, and strode away, leaving behind twelve quiverers who did not know whether to go or stay.
Looking at Erlen's terrified eyes, Wenteske restrained himself from showing any emotion and said calmly, "This time...he won't retreat."
…
[The edge of the hunting field, the resident of the iron peak county mission]
The rider holding the flag flew to the vicinity of the people in Tiefeng County, shouted a few times, and then ran to the direction of the other tribes.
"What did he say?" Pierre frowned: "Interpreter!"
The interpreter who was changing the saddle heard the sound, quickly squeezed to Pierre's side, and quickly replied: "He seems to be saying 'The Chihe Division will kill you and me, the Chihe Division will annex all the divisions', only heard clearly These two sentences."
Old Sergey dismissed: "The barbarians of the Chihe tribe want to eat the barbarians of other tribes, isn't it a **** obvious thing? Do you need him to say it?!"
For some unknown reason, the horses gradually returned to calm as soon as the sandstorm stopped.
Pierre no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered his horse to evacuate.
"You will stand by my side from now on!" Pierre ordered the interpreter sternly: "Whatever the Hurds say you translate for me, don't miss a word!"
Three more riders came galloping from the direction of Qingqiu, and the rider at the head was also holding a white horse-tailed flag.
Three riders ran around the felt wall, shouting loudly for a message when they saw anyone.
Pierre looked at the interpreter.
"Let's not move." The interpreter tried his best to distinguish the human voice from the sound of hoofs: "The white lion should keep all the tribes in place, and must not be ordered to move without authorization..."
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