Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 182

2021-01-23

Chapter 182 Carton Medicine
The barbarians are crazy - the Platoons are sure.

Telltown's team has already surrounded the bridgehead on three sides and fought hard, regardless of whether it was a main attack or a feint attack.

More than 20 thousand troops took turns to go into battle, and the barbarian chiefs personally led the guards to supervise the battle.

The fleeing Hurds were shot and killed by random arrows before they could run a few steps.

Going forward is death, going backward is also death, and the barbarian is also red-eyed.

The horse-rejecting stakes at the front have not been cleared yet, and the people at the back will take out the shoddy wooden ladders and slam the fort wall.

At first they also tried to fill the trench with soil, but that was too slow.

So the barbarians simply pushed the human and horse corpses directly into the trench, and tied the wooden ladder to the shield to form the bridge.

In the final analysis, this is just a temporary fortress, the walls are not high and the trenches are not deep enough.

Relying on the corpse stacking tactics, the Hurds quickly filled in the "road", and then the ladder was built on the fort wall.

Encountered by the enemy on three sides, the pressure on the Palatine army suddenly increased sharply.

It was all due to the four Hundred-Men Commanders taking turns to lead the troops out of the fort to counterattack: killing the enemy under the wall, clearing the corpses and sand in the trenches in the rain of arrows, and the Hurd army failed to reach the city.

The results were remarkable, but the price was equally high, because the Hurds would never let go of the opportunity to fight the Paratus in close quarters.

In each attack, more than one-fifth of the men were never able to return, and as many were wounded.

Out of the four Hundred-Men Commanders, Winters and Bard took the prize. If it weren't for the heavy armor, they really don't know how many times they have died.

Second Lieutenant Sanu - Winters' sea blue countryman - was knocked unconscious with a page hammer, and his men fought hard to get the unconscious Second Lieutenant back, but Sanu was out of action ability.

Lieutenant Otiba was unfortunately shot through the left armpit by an arrow, and before being sent to Father Kaman for treatment, the lieutenant died.

The five lieutenants inside the fort went to two, and only Mason, the artillery officer, remained in the safest place, cautiously protected.

At this moment, Mason is the most valuable human resource in the mound.

In the four-cornered bastion and the triangular fort in front of the gate, the sound of gunfire never stopped.

The face and hands of the Musketeers were smoked black and ashes, as if they had just crawled out of a heap of coal.

The propellant prepared in advance has been used up, and how much gunpowder is poured into the barrel now depends on the hand of the musketeer.

As a result, accidents are inevitable.

The muskets exploded one after another during the battle, and the unfortunate musketeers were directly killed by the splintered barrels.

The faces and hands of those who survived were also blown to pieces.

Soldiers are increasingly afraid of muskets.

The screams of the comrades still echoed in their ears, making them afraid to aim carefully. More and more musketeers fired their guns indiscriminately and it was over.

Winters, heartbroken, simply took down twenty of the most skilled musketeers and put them in charge of preparing propellant for the others.

Because the lead bullets were also fired early, there was such a spectacle on the battlefield: the guns in the front kept ringing, and the people behind were busy melting lead and casting bullets and repacking gunpowder.

So that the lead is still warm when it is handed to the musketeers.

And because of the lack of wooden barrels, gunpowder hurriedly took a bag of papyrus and sent it to the fort wall.

One of the musketeers, in order to save the day, ignored the order to reuse the paper bag - because paper was limited - tore a small slit in the paper bag with his teeth and poured the gunpowder into the barrel of the gun.

According to the shooting process, the lead bullet should be wrapped with sackcloth and fed into the barrel.

But to save the trouble, the musketeer quickly witted in an emergency, directly wrapped the lead bullet with paper, and stabbed it hard into the barrel of the gun.

This saves time on fabric cutting.

Two small improvements, the gun reload speed has been significantly increased.

Seeing that this is quick and easy, the musketeer's fellow Tent Paoze also learned the same way.

Subsequently, more and more musketeers followed suit.

The rear found that the gunpowder bag was getting less and less paper, and quickly reported to the second lieutenant of Montagne.

Winters, who was stitching the wound, was furious when he learned that someone had deliberately destroyed the paper bag, grabbed the saber, and strode straight to the wall.

The needle and thread used to sew the wound are still hanging from his leg, dangling back and forth.

"Needle! My lord! Don't step on the needle!" The military doctor chased after him, losing one's head out of fear, but couldn't catch up with Hundred-Men Commander.

The enraged Second Lieutenant Montagne just wanted to see which bastard dared to destroy the "ordnance" and clean him up.

But when Winters saw the filling process of this [paper-packed medicine], his anger disappeared in an instant.

Soon, Winters found the musketeer who first invented the process.

The frightened Musketeer is brought before the "Blood Wolf" - he doesn't know what the Hundred-Men Commander in front of him is called, just the nickname.

The Musketeer originally thought he was doomed, and no matter how lucky he was, he couldn't avoid a whip, but the atmosphere seemed to be different from what he imagined.

The musketeer lowered his head restless, and quietly looked at the blood wolf out of the corner of his eye.

The blood wolf is sitting on an empty gunpowder bucket, with his left leg resting on another gunpowder bucket, and the barber is stitching up the arrow wound on his leg.

"What's your name, please?" the other party said.

Compared to the rumors the Musketeer had heard, the blood wolf's voice was surprisingly gentle.

But the Musketeer shuddered involuntarily: "Niemi."

"You're not from Wolftown, are you?" The blood wolf sucked in a breath of cold air , the stitches clearly hurt: "I can name the people of Wolftown."

"No."

"You're not in my Hundred Men Squad, are you? My man, I can almost call the whole."

"Not here." Niemi felt that his life should be taken back: "I am in the Hundred Men Squad of Chief Otiba."

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"Oh." The blood wolf looked a little sad, and he asked again: "You started by tearing the paper bag and using the paper bag as a magazine holder?"

Niemi's heart Tightening instantly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said hesitantly: "Sir, I...I don't know..."

Seeing the other party's helpless appearance, Winters guessed that he was right. people.

"You've done a great job, and I'm calling you here to reward you." He said it was a reward, but Winters looked all over his body and couldn't find any money.

However, the words have already been said, and he really said "I didn't bring any money today, I'll give it to you later" and so on.

Looking around all around, Winters had an idea, grabbed the saber and handed it to Niemi.

Seeing the blood wolf reaching out and touching the saber, Niemi trembled with fright, and then he found out that the blood wolf was going to give him the saber.

"No no no." Niemi stepped back again and again, waving her hands desperately.

"What can't I have?" Winters explained, "This scabbard is inlaid with gold, and the knife itself is a good knife. I don't have any money today, so I'll give you this saber first. Wait a minute. When the battle is over, you come to me with it. If I die, you leave this sword behind. After all, I won't let you suffer, what do you think?"

"No, I dare not ask for it. I don't dare to ask for this."

"Debt should be mortgaged, it is right and proper, take it." Winters shoved the saber to Niemi: "Take your comrade-in-arms and teach other musketeers, Teach them all. I'll go get you some more paper."

...

"What are you doing?" Father Kaman held the folio and looked at it warily. Looking at Winters, he stepped back: "You don't come here."

"Temporary requisition." Winters pressed step by step, solemnly vowed promise: "Wait back to Parato, I will buy another copy to pay you back. ."

"I'm a folio!" Kaman was furious - the young priest was mad at Winters for the first time.

[Note: A folio is a book where the entire sheet of paper is cut in half and bound into a book, equivalent to what we call quarto. Usually the most important volume]
"Folio is good! A lot of paper and good quality."

"Are you crazy? This is the scripture! Your soldiers dare to stuff the pages of the scriptures into it. In the barrel of a gun?"

"It's okay, they don't know it's a scripture unless you say it." Winters replied earnestly, "They can't read."

"Don't take this book. , this is a manuscript." Kaman retreated to the corner of the tent, there was no way to go, he begged: "I will find you other books, all for you, and keep this folio for me."

"The scriptures will also be given to me?"

"The scriptures will also be given to you."

Winters considered for a moment, nodded: "Yes...but if necessary, I will Will pick it up again."

...

While Winters was frantically scavenging for paper again, Mason on the wall noticed a serious problem.

Before this, Mason's greatest fear was that the cannon would explode.

A musket blast can only kill one or two people, and a cannon blast can clear all the people on the Triangle Fort.

So Mason strictly controlled the firing rate of the cannon, personally oversaw the cooling process, and weighed all the propellants himself.

But now the bigger problem is gunpowder than blasting.

The gunpowder is being depleted faster than Mason expected, and the reserve gunpowder is dwindling almost at a rate visible to the naked eye.

There aren't enough shells either, the solid rounds are long gone, and it's too late to recover.

Nowadays, lead is used as a shotgun, which is not only wasteful, but also hangs lead.

At this rate, the bridgehead's gunpowder will be exhausted before it gets dark.

Without the gunpowder, the Hurds could kill the Platonic people just by stacking them in numbers.

For this sake, the battle is close to a personal grudge. No one cared about the original reason. Both sides only wanted one thing: to kill each other completely.

The small fortress of the Jesska Division is like a magnet, firmly attracting thousands of Heard cavalry.

Telltown's will is astonishing tenacious, and they attack the bridgehead in wave after wave.

The horses were pulled out, the trenches were filled in, the parapets were all lost, and the ladders were able to mount the fort walls.

And Mason has no doubt that they can keep this offensive going until sunset.

An urgent meeting was held with several officers who were still capable of action, and only one conclusion was reached: "The plan must be changed."

The back door of the bridgehead quietly opened, and a Dussac light cavalry Galloped out and went straight to the south bank of the North Confluence River.

When the light cavalry returned, he was accompanied by a cavalry with Andrea Cellini, each carrying two barrels of gunpowder on his horse.

Among the nearly 100 cavalry soldiers, there is a veteran who is wearing ordinary soldier armor, but his temples are gray.

Once the veterans enter the fort, head straight to the battallion headquarters located on the south wall of the fort.

When stepping into the battallion headquarters, the veteran shouted angrily: "Jesska! You are so capable!"

The one-eyed lieutenant colonel bounced from the chair like a conditioned reflex .

General Sackler is here.

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