Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The Hed's attack was timed extremely well.

When the attack was launched, the convoy was passing through the saddles of two mounds.

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, unable to care about each other.

Accompanied by the sound of horns, a group of Herd cavalry came out from the reverse slope of the northern hillside and penetrated into the waist of the convoy.

The long queue stretching for more than a kilometer made communication difficult. Winters, who was at the front of the convoy, could not see what was happening behind him.

When he noticed something strange, Winters immediately rode up the west hillside.

The whole battlefield was displayed in front of him:

A group of strange cavalry wearing armor rushed into the middle of the convoy, where the Platuan people had been routed;

Chaos spread quickly like wildfire. A few militiamen who still had the courage tried to resist, but their lives were taken away by bows, arrows and javelins from behind. Everyone is running away, but the brave ones die faster;

The number of stranger cavalry was small, but they did not fight, just like experienced sheepdogs driving the broken troops forward and backward.

Centurion Montagne! Lieutenant Colonel Jessica rushed to the vanguard of the convoy, followed by more than twenty Dussac.

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

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

They don't have many soldiers. I'll lead some people over to kill them! Maybe there will be a turning point!

No! Surround the cart! Just defend here and gather the troops first.

Winters became anxious: Half of the car is filled with gunpowder! It will be over when they set it on fire!

Why wait until now if you want to set fire? Do you dare to attack us with dozens of Heds? Jashka sneered: You only hit people on the waist? The Heds are best at attacking in separate attacks. They want to attack us all. Swallow it!”

Winters figured out the link and immediately steered the carriage.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica jumped off the saddle: Flag!

The flag bearer presented the flag of the brigade to the lieutenant colonel. Jashka jumped onto the carriage and placed Plato's Cross Quadrant flag on the carriage.

Just hold on here! The one-eyed lieutenant colonel stood on the carriage and shouted: Those who are timid will be killed without mercy.

The lieutenant colonel had made his attitude clear, and Winters also took the Centurion flag and inserted it into the sack of the carriage.

The bugler blew the rallying horn, and nearby militiamen and coachmen rushed towards the military flag.

With two officers as the backbone, the militiamen and coachmen would know what to do. The draft horses of one cart after another were untied and led into the center of the car array.

The cargo was unloaded so that the musketeers could stand on it.

At Winters's orders, the musketeers hurriedly reloaded their ammunition, and the pikemen 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 distance can only be temporarily blocked by ropes.

However, it was extremely difficult to turn the four-wheeled carriage, and it could not be closed in a hurry. The gap in front and behind could only be filled by spearmen.

Gradually, the fleeing coachmen and militiamen were driven to the front line. Most of the militiamen even threw away their weapons.

The flying military flags on the vehicle array caught their eyes immediately.

Behind them were the ferocious Hurd barbarians. The Palatuan people, who were heartbroken and heartbroken, found that there was still a safe place in front of them, so they rushed towards the car formation.

It's safe there! a coachman shouted while running: Go to the military flag.

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant Colonel Jeshka cursed loudly. He jumped out of the horse and knocked the Platoon who was running at the front until he vomited blood. He cut off half of the screaming coachman's head with another terrifying chop.

The remaining Platoans were stunned by the brutal methods of the One-Eyed Colonel.

Those who attack this formation will die! Jashka's saber was dripping with the blood of the Platoans. He roared at the defeated troops: Bypass the car formation!

The lieutenant colonel stood in front of the formation like a watershed. The hurriedly fleeing Platuan people were divided into two groups. They circled from the north and south wings and entered the vehicle formation from the west side.

A Hurd trooper wielded a machete and chased and slashed until he crashed into a formation of cars. He stopped thirty meters away from the traffic formation, feeling a little at a loss.

A musketeer on the cart shook his right hand and pressed the firing lever. Gunfire rang out, but the Hurd rider was unharmed.

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

After the continuous gunshots, the smoke dissipated, and the Hurd Cavalry was still sitting upright in the saddle.

The Hurds laughed wildly, and the shrill laughter struck the militiamen's courage and spirit like a hammer.

You're laughing at me! Winters couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped on the cart and shot Cavalry Hurd to death.

A mass of flesh and blood burst out from the back of Cavalry Hurd's head, and he fell straight off his horse. He never understood why he was shot until his death.

There was a moment of silence in the car formation, and then deafening cheers erupted.

Winters expressionlessly tossed the rifled spring gun to Charles, who reloaded it jubilantly.

This thing is useful, but it is too expensive and too troublesome to fill.

The vehicle formation was temporarily safe, and Lieutenant Colonel Jessica immediately ordered the preparation of beacon smoke. The militiamen began to collect fodder and horse manure, removed planks from the carriages, and unloaded gunpowder.

Small groups of cavalry attacking supply lines were a common method of the Hedians, and the Platuan people also had countermeasures. The beacon smoke will be passed through the camps along the way, and the nearby Plato Rangers will gather here... to help take revenge.

Scattered Hedians rushed to the chariot formation from the east. Seeing that there was no chance to move their horses, they left and went back to continue killing and driving Plato's troops eastward.

The number of Hurd's cavalry was indeed small, but the spearmen and musketeers whose organization was broken were unable to protect each other's backs and sides. Facing the cavalry was almost a one-sided massacre.

This won't work. Winters approached the lieutenant colonel and said, I'll take someone for a round.

Jessica understood what Winters meant. If this continued, they wouldn't be able to gather many people at all.

A stalemate is not the answer, you must defend and counterattack. The makeshift vehicle formation did not have any supply reserves, so they must have been unable to hold on for the first time.

Lieutenant Colonel Dumu took a deep look at the second lieutenant and nodded: Don't rush too far. Come back when you hear the sound of the gun.

Winters picked up a spear and jumped into the saddle.

Looking at the faces of the two dozen Dusaks in the car formation, he asked as calmly as possible: Don't be afraid, follow me.

The spearmen moved out of the way, and the cavalry roared out of the car formation. Behind them, a plume of smoke rose into the sky.

Seeing a glimpse of the Platts taking the initiative, a Herd cavalryman blew his horn.

Two long and two short.

The Hurds who were chasing and wandering in the large workshop retreated away. They deliberately avoided direct confrontation.

Everyone is riding a horse, and no one can easily catch up with anyone.

The Hed's superiority in riding and archery was reflected. They maintained a subtle distance, twisted around and fired arrows.

The arrows passed by the Plato cavalry, and the cavalry lowered their bodies as much as possible. The accuracy of mounted shooting is not very good, but no one wants to gamble on luck with their lives.

Winters' purpose was not to annihilate the enemy, but to drive them away. It was enough to cover the Platoans into the vehicle formation.

What made him most anxious at the moment was the situation of Bud and Andre:

Andre went to exchange things with the shepherd and was never heard from again;

And Bud led the recovery team to sweep up at the back of the convoy - the back of the convoy that included the traders and speculators who were trying to protect them. There were not even a few soldiers around him.

Winters was eager to get to the end of the convoy and confirm Bud's safety.

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

Winters gritted his teeth and pulled on the reins, Qiang Yun stood up with a neighing sound: Retreat!

A group of Palatine cavalry turned around and returned to the car formation. The Hedians who were running in front also turned around and followed them.

The rumble of horse hooves came from the west, and another group of Herd cavalry, more than forty cavalry, came out from the valley on the west side, their blades pointed directly at Plato's front team.

But unexpectedly, they didn't find the panicked farmer, and only saw a circular array of carts surrounded on all sides.

This was a coordinated attack, but the coordination was not done well, giving the Platoans a glimmer of hope.

The Hud people coming from the west were not mentally prepared to attack the enemy. They hesitated for a while and stopped a hundred meters away.

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

Winters climbed onto the carriage and counted carefully: there were almost sixty riders, some of them had pierced armor, and the rest only had iron helmets and leather jackets.

A rough estimate is that more than half of the Hurd cavalry who launched the first attack are here, and Bard may have an easier time.

A centurion? Lieutenant Colonel Jessica said to himself, waving his hand and ordering: Let the musketeers get on the cart.

The Platoans hurriedly unloaded the carriages and piled the baggage in the gap between the carriages as a barrier. The musketeers hurriedly climbed into the carriages with matchlock guns.

Load the ammunition! Put your chin on the butt of the gun and aim! Winters reprimanded loudly: Listen to my orders. If anyone dares to shoot randomly again, I will kill him!

Suddenly, the Hurd Cavalry in the distance moved. Accompanied by unfamiliar shouts, the Huds rushed towards the car formation with murderous intent.

The charge of six hundred infantrymen was not as powerful as that of sixty cavalrymen.

In the old days, a single attack by heavy cavalry could determine the direction of a battle. Even before there is blood, mental oppression alone is enough to destroy a weak front.

With a loud noise like thunder, the huge weight of 800 kilograms hit them, and everyone was not afraid.

Sixty meters away, the militiamen were fighting, trembling involuntarily.

Hold on! Winters yelled using the amplification technique: Leave your hand off the launch rod and wait for my command! The roar blessed by magic even faintly overwhelmed the sound of the horse's hooves.

Fifty meters away, the ground seemed to tremble from the trampling of horse hooves.

Hold the line! The blood on the saber in Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's hand has not dried up yet: Whoever dares to run away will be killed!

Forty meters away, Winters could already see clearly the Hud's beard and feathers.

Thirty meters in, the Hurd turned the corner.

Instead of diving headlong into the car formation as everyone expected, the Herd Cavalry adjusted its direction at the last moment and began to run around the car formation.

There was a gasp in the large workshop.

A javelin passed over Winters' head, flew into the car formation, and penetrated the thigh of a coachman.

Amid the screams, more javelins and arrows were shot at the Platoans one after another. It wasn't very accurate, but it still forced everyone to avoid it.

Hahahaha, that's all! Lieutenant Colonel Jessica was almost grinning: Second Lieutenant! Fire a round of guns to lure them in!

Get ready! Winters didn't understand the order, but he did it: Fire!

After the thunder and smoke, four or five Hurd cavalry fell from their horses, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The remaining Hurd cavalry immediately rushed towards the car formation. They did not charge directly at the spearmen with open openings in the east and west. Instead, they jumped through the gaps between the carts.

Don't be afraid! Winters yelled, Load!

The musketeers on the cart shivered as they reloaded their ammunition, while the young man beside him poured gunpowder into the barrel while crying.

The defeated soldiers who had just thrown away their helmets and armor were of no use at this moment. They were already frightened and were trying their best to hide behind other people and burrow under the carts.

Only the militiamen who were initially gathered into the car formation dared to fight with the Heds. The spearmen stabbed the men and horses fiercely, and Dussac hacked them with his saber without any method.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica and Second Lieutenant Montagne were wearing officer uniforms and were the most obvious targets.

Winters jumped on top of the carriage, and a Hurd trooper screamed and charged at him with his lance raised.

Boom!

Winters killed the opponent with one shot. There was no need to aim at this distance.

Seeing this, another Hed rushed forward to avenge his companion.

Boom!

Winters' spring gun was double barreled.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeshka brandished a heavy halberd and shouted fiercely for battle. He was being attacked by three Hurds, and the situation was precarious.

You stay here. Winters threw the spring gun to Charles in the carriage, holding an iron nail in his left hand and a saber in his right, and jumped off the cart.

Ciel was startled, and in desperation he called out what he called him in Hailan: Brother [Winters]!

My lord! Heinrich and Balian, who were usually taciturn, also exclaimed at the same time.

Charles picked up a musket and rushed into the car formation following Winters.

Heinrich and Balian also gritted their teeth and jumped out of the carriage, each holding a knife and a gun and joining in the melee.

A Hittite climbed onto the carriage from outside, drew his bow and shot an arrow at the Platoans. This time it wasn’t the jolting horse, the Hud’s arrows that killed him.

Winters raised his hand and knocked down the Herd archer with a nail. After a year and a half of practice, his requirements for flying arrows are no longer as demanding as in the past.

He rushed to the vicinity of the lieutenant colonel, grabbed the belt of the Herd cavalry who was besieging the lieutenant colonel, and stabbed the opponent in the back. The Hed screamed and was dragged off his horse by Winters.

Winters nailed another Hurd Cavalry with another flying arrow. Lieutenant Colonel Jashka used a heavy halberd to kill the third Hurd Cavalry and temporarily relieved the siege.

We win! The one-eyed colonel's face was covered with blood drops, and he laughed wildly: We won!

Winters couldn't help roaring: First, his mother can survive this battle!

Once the cavalry charge fails to deal with the enemy and loses its speed advantage in the fight, that is when the cavalry is most vulnerable.

The Hud people thought that the car formation was a fortress, and they could win as long as they broke through it. But the car formation is actually a trap. Once you get in, you can't escape.

The heavy cavalry may still be able to fight on sharp foot while wearing armor, but for these Hurd light cavalry, which are mostly unarmored, this is a dead end.

The cost of a cavalryman is much higher than that of the Plato militiamen who only have one spear, but at this moment they are being consumed by Lieutenant Colonel Jashka at an exchange ratio of one to two.

And the exchange ratio figures continue to decline.

Major General Leighton liked to say, Whoever can hold on for one more minute wins.

But for the Platoans and Hedians who have already killed the red-eyed people, whoever dies first will lose.

There are fewer and fewer Heds alive in the car formation, and the balance of victory is slowly but firmly tilting towards the Platoans.

Kill! Are you waiting to die? Winters dragged out a militiaman who was crying and praying from under the cart like a sack of slag: Can you survive if we lose?

But fate always likes to play tricks.

Another rumble of horse hooves came from outside the car array, getting closer and closer.

The Hurds were so excited that they started shouting excitedly in unfamiliar languages.

The Platuan people gradually understood what had happened, and their expressions became more and more desperate, and the bloody spirit that had supported them until now was fading away.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica felt dizzy and couldn't hold the halberd in his hand, so it fell to the ground.

The lieutenant colonel held Winters' arm tightly and smiled sadly: We still lose.

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. Jessica shook her head bitterly: But the remaining Hud people still came, and their centurion team was actually a hundred people... fighting Just one breath, Winters, you are a good soldier, and I am honored to have you as my subordinate.

Winters laughed loudly: I am very tired of being your subordinate.

The belated reinforcements broke through the car formation with the force of thunder, and the war cry of the man leading it pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks:

Grand Veneta!

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