Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 354

2021-10-22

Chapter 354 Hunting (9)

[Outside the hunting circle]
“He is shouting What?" Pierre brows tightly frowns.

"I don't know."

A stone's throw away from the felt wall, the unidentified Hurd rider was still shouting hoarsely.

Yet no matter how important the message he was trying to convey, Pierre and the others could not understand.

Without waiting for the interpreter to arrive, the furious old Sergey grabbed the matchlock gun of the others, and pressed the launch lever at the noisy Hurd rider without the slightest hesitation.

The buck passed Rider Hurd, who was startled and turned away.

Pierre clenched his fists and immediately looked towards the location where the gunshots came from. But when he saw who was the one who opened fire without authorization, he still pressed his anger and did not flies into a rage against old Sergey.

"Devil! Heretic! Die!" Old Sergey was furious: "Damn it all!"

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz's cold voice sounded: "Mr. Morozov."

Old Sergey was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and responded: "Yes!"

"How is Mr. Morozov's injury?"

"Open scoop." Old Sergey sniffed hard: "Not dead!"

"Go and take care of Mr. Morozov." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly ordered: "I don't need you here. I'm done."

Old Sergey stood for a while like a puppet, saluted slowly, and walked stiffly towards the inner circle of the circle.

Pierre doesn't have time for Morozov Uncle now, he has more important responsibilities.

According to Pierre's visual observation, his location is almost five kilometers away from Qingqiu.

Five kilometers, fast horses also run for ten minutes.

If the shape of the hunting ground is roughly a circle, then the circumference of the hunting ground should be more than 30 kilometers.

Thirty kilometers, one hour less to talk about every time on horseback.

From a formal point of view, the "big hunt" of the Chihe Department is nothing more than a simple and crude drawing of a circle on the ground.

However, when the "circle" drawn by the Chihe Department was large enough to accommodate an entire city, the situation became complicated.

Hundreds of tribes and tens of thousands of hunters are scattered all around the giant ring. Except for the Chihe Division occupying the central highland Qingqiu, the rest of the tribes cannot get an overview of the overall situation, and it is difficult to coordinate and communicate with each other.

This arrangement will undoubtedly give ulterior motives the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

"I can see it." Pierre thought to himself: "Can't the barbarian chief see it?"

On the one hand, Pierre believed that the barbarian chief's plot against , he must have prepared in advance, and he never forgot the somersault that the Paratus Expeditionary Force planted on the Chihe Department;
On the other hand, he didn't know where the blood wolf was, and he didn't know what the Chihe Department was doing. , I don't even know what happened to the beacon smoke behind the horizon.

Being surrounded by the Barbarian Race, shouldering the life and death of relatives, friends and comrades, one wrong step, and going to hell is not enough to atone for it - Pierre really experienced the pressure of Winters · Montagne for the first time.

He tried his best to tell himself to stay calm and think, but the clothes on his back were still uncontrollably wet with sweat.

Moritz glanced at Pierre and said in a normally casual tone: "You're doing very well."

Pierre nodded expressionlessly , In fact, he was very grateful in his heart, and he was grateful that there was still someone around him who he could count on.

The wind and sand gradually became larger, and the airflow rolled up the dust hiding the sky and covering the earth. It didn't take long for the wind to blow, and everyone's clothes were covered with a fine layer of dark red dust.

Pierre clearly remembered that it was sunny at sunrise, but the wind and sand at the moment was so great that it was beyond the smoke and dust that the horses galloping could raise.

"Want to wait?" Pierre asked.

"Wait a minute," Moritz replied, looking up and sniffing the air.

The dust filled the air, everyone else covered their mouths and noses with scarves, but Lieutenant Colonel Moritz behaved abnormally.

"What are you sniffing?" Pierre asked.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz took off the cloak and wrapped it around his face in a hurry, only showing a pair of eyes outside. His eyes faint smile: "unusual smell."

The field of vision is gradually restricted by the sand and dust, and soon even Qingqiu can't see clearly.

Pierre stood on the stake and looked out. He saw all the members of the nearest Bad Earth Division walking with bows, knives and horses, as if they were trying to escape.

The hunters of the Badlands do their best to fight the berserk steeds. A war horse broke the reins and galloped into the red sand that blocked the sun. The hunter ran wildly behind him, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

The other nearby group of Heard hunters was much smaller than that of the Bad Earth, and they all dismounted and carried bows. But they were just on guard, apparently hesitant to go or stay.

Uneasy emotions also spread inside the mission. Someone walked up to Pierre and suggested in a low voice: "The camp has a car formation, which is much safer than here. Should we return to the camp as soon as possible? Here, if something goes wrong with the wolf queen, we can all..."

Pierre interrupted each other, and answered loudly at a volume that everyone could hear: "No horses, under the sandstorm. , we can't go anywhere! Moving around now is killing you, unless the horse can ride or the wind and sand stops, don't think about going back to the camp."

"But the camp only has Father Carmen and Bellion at the moment. Personally." The proposer also raised his voice: "If we don't go back, they can't hold it!"

"It's okay." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz casually ended the dispute: "To Father Kaman. That's good."

The proposer was not persuaded, but he dared not contradict Lieutenant Colonel Moritz, so he could only salute indignantly and strode back to the firing position.

"Camp?" Pierre watched him walk away.

"Just leave it to Father Kaman." Moritz repeated with the same tone: "And there's not that lion."

The time to speak was like hail. The sound of hoofs penetrated the dust and entered the ears of everyone, and it became clearer and clearer.

A cavalry is coming here!
"Musketeers!" Pierre rushed to the direction of the hoofs and shouted with his spear: "My place! All ready!"

The musketeers were orderly Move to the side facing the coming rider, find a suitable shooting position for each, and carefully open the gunpowder pool.

The sandstorm was so strong that some gunpowders in Medicine Pond were blown away instantly.

"Don't panic! Reload!" Pierre pressed the urge to curse: "Cloak the fire door!"

Others immediately unblocked the cloak or even A coat to help the musketeer shield from the wind and sand.

The Hurds are not deaf, and also hear the rolling hooves.

The small group of Heard hunters suddenly fell into panic. Some hunters rushed to the war horses desperately, and others stood in place not knowing what to do.

The poor leader tried hard to restrain the crowd, but the incoming cavalry would not give him a chance.

The black cavalry broke through the dust, and the cavalry's spear tips were covered with dark red dried blood, and they went straight to the smaller group of Heard hunters.

The two sides have not yet had substantial contact, and the small number of Heard hunters has completely collapsed.

Like a handful of bloody water scattered in the sand, hunters from unknown tribes fled. Some people got into the hunting ring, some people fled into the sandstorm, and some people rushed towards the Tiefeng County Mission in a panic.

"Don't fire!" Pierre jumped out of the felt wall, entered the open space between the first trip line and the second trip line, moved towards the running Heard hunter fiercely and threw a lance.

Lance shot, Pierre drew his saber, rolled over to stop the trip, and shouted loudly: "get lost!!"

Even if the language is not clear, Pierre will The meaning conveyed is also accurate. Hunter Hurd instantly sobered up, and the overwhelming majority was pulled back by Pierre, rolling and crawling to other places.

Only a skinny Heard man, who was scared or not at all, continued to move towards the temporary fortifications of the Tiefeng County Mission.

Pierre gritted his teeth and greeted him.

The skinny escaped Heard hunter saw Pierre, shouting desperately for something, and one did not pay attention and hit the previous trip line.

The skinny Heard Hunter was tripped heavily, and the stakes holding the tripping ropes were dragged crooked.

Pierre was so angry that he was about to kill the skinny Hunter Heard with his knife. The skinny Heard hunter saw Pierre's expression of wanting to eat, and crawled backwards in horror.

The next moment, Pierre shouted in anger and unwillingness, turned and rushed to the stakes that fixed the tripping rope. Reason is temporarily better than rage, and repairing the trip is more important than venting anger.

He helped up the sloping stakes. The soil in the hunting grounds was loose, and the original potholes that fixed the stakes had been deformed. Pierre could only use the handle of the knife to continue to smash the stake further.

Suddenly, a stone fell on the stake following the hilt of the knife - the skinny Heard hunter did not escape, picked up a stone from somewhere, looked at Pierre in horror, and helped. .

The skinny hunter jumps up every time he hits the stake, re-solidifying the soil around the stake. During the brief interval between the attacking cavalry and the massacre of Hunter Heard, Pierre and the skinny hunter fixed the stake again.

Seeing Pierre's gloomy face, the thin hunter turned around and was about to flee, but was dragged down by Pierre grabbing the collar.

Ignoring the other party's struggles and shouts, Pierre dragged the skinny hunter and strode back into the felt wall.

The incoming cavalry did not chase down those who had fled too far, nor did they collect spills of war. After the tribe of thin hunters had been slaughtered, they quickly assembled again.

Pierre threw the skinny hunter aside, panting, and asked, "How many savages?"

"Half a platoon, less than a hundred." The gunman stared at him: "Why can their horses ride?"

Pierre sneered: "It's just because of them!"

Near the Iron Peak Mission There are two groups of Heard hunters. The smaller group bore the brunt and suffered the first knife.

Another group of hunters, the Beastmen, responded decisively. As soon as the incoming cavalry appeared, they immediately abandoned the war horses that could not be ridden.

The attacking cavalry had already noticed that someone had escaped, but they did not choose to pursue, but turned their attention to the Tiefeng County Mission that was standing still.

They urged their war horses to gallop around the circle of the Tiefeng County Mission not too far.

New recruits who see such formations for the first time may be intimidated, but Winters' chosen warrior has a solid grasp of the Hurd's tactics.

"Put away the musket." Pierre didn't want to reveal the truth: "Watch out for arrow clusters."

The skinny hunter hid behind the felt wall in horror and kept repeating to Pierre a word.

Pierre was puzzled: "Interpreter! What is he talking about?"

After listening to it several times, the interpreter gave the answer hesitantly: "He seems to be saying— —East of the Aral Sea."

"East of the Sea?"

At this moment, the incoming cavalry seemed to have made up their minds, and the blade turned and plunged straight into the circle.

Pierre had a limited number of muskets, but the cavalry could choose to attack anywhere in the circle.

"Free Fire!" Pierre's voice was hoarse: "Stand firmly!"

The number of the Tiefeng County Mission is very small, even if the position is very small, it can only be Barely maintain a hollow formation. And because they didn't carry a super long spear when they set off, everyone only had a spear in their hands.

So in Pierre's view, the only way to win is to rely on fortifications to limit the movements of the enemy's cavalry, and then drag the enemy's cavalry into hand-to-hand combat.

This is a perfectly normal thought, since Pierre had never seen Lieutenant Colonel Moritz kill.

"Mr. Mitchell." Moritz touched Pierre's shoulder: "Thank you."

After speaking, Moritz began to call.

Before hitting the tripping rope, the fierce and savage horse at the front straightened and fell from the horse's back, and then the second, third...

The horse that lost its rider Continue to sprint until you are brought down by the tripping rope.

Finding that a horse without a rider would still break the tripwire, Lieutenant Colonel Moritz instead called the horse first and then the rider.

No hatred, no anger, no fear, no joy...to be precise, no feelings.

The arrow cluster disappeared into Moritz's hands and reappeared in the enemy's body, and Moritz van Nessau was deprived of his life.

It took Pierre a moment to come to terms with reality, and he shouted in some panic, "Lieutenant Colonel, please wait."

The killings paused.

"What?" Moritz looked towards Pierre.

"Killing is enough." Pierre's throat twitched, and he said with difficulty: "We can use war horses."

"en. ”

Killing continue.

The incoming cavalry didn't even understand what was going on. This should be just a tentative assault. The plan for this assault is to first attract the opponent's attention from one side, and then split half of the hands to attack from the back.

If flanking doesn't break the opponent, then retreat. Anyway, there are always weaker prey, and the other party can't catch up anyway.

But...how could this be...just a tentative charge, how did a Hundred Men Squad lose most of it? Why are the rest of the people still dying one by one?
Hundred cavalry chief Hai Wuer stationed his horse, took off his helmet, and looked towards the front in confusion. Between him and the low felt wall, there was no more living.

Next moment, Haiwuer only saw something move in the sand, and he no longer exists in this world.

Seeing the death of a hundred horsemen, the still-living Hurds do not know whether to advance or retreat.

According to the unwritten custom, they should take the body of the deceased whenever possible. But they couldn't take so many bodies with them, and they didn't dare to go any further.

The cry sounded from behind, and the Bad Earth Division, who had fled just now, turned around and turned back. Twenty people from the Bad Earth Department were riding on horses, and another twenty people were on foot, rushing towards them yelling.

The last sea eastern cavalry bravely and without the slightest hesitation went up.

This is their familiar way of dying.

…

[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]
“[Hedde] stop! Who?”

“[Hedde] Red Armor ?"

"[Hedde] is a lion cub?!"

"[Hedde] the lion cub is injured! Go to the doctor!"

The members of the Chihe tribe who were stationed in Qingqiu panicked and took the little lion and carried the little lion to the sleeping tent. For a while, no one cared about Armored Soldier, who carried the little lion to Qingqiu.

Winters' shoulders are numb. "Fortunately it's the left shoulder," he thought.

After handing the little lion into the hands of the Chihe Ministry, he finally had the energy to feel annoyed.

What happened now has far exceeded the most severe probability that the little lion had told him in advance.

Whether the Chihe Department deliberately deceived, or the Chihe Department also did not expect it, in Winters' view, it means danger.

"[Herde]...horses..." Winters stopped a female slave and used Hidet to explain what he needed: "[Herde]... Water..."

He can't stay for long, he has to go back quickly.

The servant girl in the palace tent of the Chihe Department watched in horror as the Armored Soldier crawled out of the blood pool, staggering. He ran away.

Winters still wanted to call the other party back, but suddenly felt dizzy, and he didn't know what happened in the next moment.

When he regained consciousness, he was stunned by Wrapped in warm, soft animal fur, the air smells of good milk, and the wound on the left shoulder has been bandaged.

"Are you awake? said a timid female voice: "Thank you for bringing the little lion back." "

Winters felt a pain in the cranial cavity: "How long have I been in a coma?" "

"Not long. Not even time for a cup of tea. ”

Winters sat up laboriously, Ellen was watching him.

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