Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 1

2021-02-21

Chapter 1 Prologue
Imperial Calendar Year 523

Piedmont/Forsland Dukedom of Forthland
An unnamed hill
The four-year-old warhorse has lost control after being mowed down and prodded several times.

Its sturdy skin was slit open and its deep red flesh turned out. The pressure difference between the interior of the blood vessels and the atmosphere causes the blood to gushing out uncontrollably.

With every pump of a mighty heart, the horse loses more blood.

It leaped, kicked, and neighed frantically to stop any humans from approaching, even turning back to bite its Knight several times.

The young Knight on horseback took more attacks than the warhorse.

Although Knight's armor is sturdy, there are no sharps wounds on his body. But being hit by several momentum is big, power is deep slams still made him so painful that his breathing almost stopped.

Knight couldn't care less about his injury, he just wanted to get out of this dead place as soon as possible.

His legs were firmly clamped to the horse's belly, while his left hand held the reins and saddle head firmly, trying not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control steed.

After his long spear pierced into the body of the first enemy during the charge, it was too fast to be pulled out and disengaged. His shield went nowhere.

All he could use for defense was an armed sword, and his brain was blank.

Techniques, moves, and the teacher's teachings are long gone, all that's left is slashing, swinging, and blasting any blade that comes close to him.

He couldn't figure out, how could this mob of hawkers and craftsmen be able to eat a flank charge and not be defeated? Not only did he not flee for his life, but he took the initiative to meet him and fight him.

Most of the cavalry who launched this charge have already rushed out of the mixed War Zone with horse speed and are regrouping.

But there are also small half-cavalry that failed to break through the encirclement cleanly, their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that all directions were enemies.

If the enemy is smashed by a side impact, the cavalry can drive the defeated troops and sweep the entire front in one go.

However, if they failed to disperse the enemy and were trapped in the middle of the enemy, the cavalry who fought each other would soon be wiped out.

And he was one of the few cavalrymen who were trapped in the middle of the enemy.

"Boom."

The young Knight was startled with a loud bang.

He knew it was the sound of the matchlock gun, the enemy's greatest formidable power and his most feared weapon.

The sound of the gunshot was reflected multiple times by the nearby hillside, making the gunshot sound extraordinarily long.

He was delighted to find that he didn't have a blood hole in his body, but that joy soon became clouded - his lack of spear intent meant another companion might have fallen.

At this point, the madness of his warhorse began to wane, and he could feel that the warhorse was no longer trying to get him off his back.

The pain on the horse's body was relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted by the body, and the desire to attack caused by panic and fury gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger prevailed.

The horse just wanted to get out of this bloody and noisy area as soon as possible.

Knight felt the shift as well, stabbing lightly in the ribs while guiding the steed with the reins and legs, trying to move the horse towards where the enemy was sparse.

The warhorse received the rider's instructions, and no longer fluttered randomly, but began to move towards the direction of the Knight's direction to accelerate.

The enemy did not dare to stand in front of the rushing horses, and they all avoided it.

They retreated to the side of the warhorse and stabbed them fiercely with their lances.

It took only a few seconds from the time the war horse stopped going crazy until it started, and three more wounds were added to the stomach and thighs on the side of the horse.

Knight also took two spears, but he was happy.

Because Knight discovered that although the morale of this group of small townsmen was high, they were not brave enough to stand still in front of the charging horses and exchange their lives for each other.

This means that as long as the horse's speed is raised, he can escape alive.

Saved! You can charge ahead immediately! Knight praised the only Savior over and over again in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a huge pull on the left shoulder.

Caught off guard, Knight is dragged off the saddle.

While Knight's steed was still mad, a long halberd hand at the edge of the crowd had noticed him.

The long halberd waited on his escape route as Knight accelerated on his steed moved towards the less crowded.

The head of Knight's warhorse passed the long halberd hand up ahead, the long halberd hand shot decisively, and the long halberd stretched out to Knight's side.

When long halberd touched Knight's arm, a tremendous force instantly passed through long halberd on both him and long halberd's hand.

The hands of the long halberd gripped the wooden handle like iron pliers, and his feet were stuck to the ground like tree roots.

For a second, Knight thought he was about to be saved.

The next second, he was dragged off the horse by the long halberd's hand.

Knight felt like he was flying, and after a brief flight he fell hard on the soft grass.

The horse escaped from this purgatory at an accelerated rate by getting rid of a burden.

Knight struggled to get up, but found that his left arm couldn't hold up—the force had just dislocated his left shoulder.

When the enemies next to him saw him fall to the ground, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed towards him. Step on his left arm with your foot, hold his thigh with your hand, lie on top of him and press down on his body.

Knight could feel a pair of hands trying to rip off his helmet.

He was so frightened, his right hand grabbed his neck guard tightly, and an incomprehensible wailing came out of his throat.

He struggled, but was unable to move even a little bit.

One enemy lifts his skirt armor, and another musketeer puts his gun on the chainmail under the skirt armor.

Knight, realizing what was about to happen, cried and kicked and kicked, but the enemy's hands weighed thousands of pounds and pressed him to the ground.

The musketeer's deputy pours the gunpowder into the gunpowder pool at the tail of the matchlock and hangs the matchlock.

Without the slightest hesitation the musketeer pressed the firing rod, and the faintly burning matchlock swept into the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the Medicine Pond.

The flame spread all the way into the barrel, igniting the tightly packed propellant, and the powerful thrust of the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the barrel.

With a loud noise and a choking smoke, the buckshot with tremendous kinetic energy pierced through the chainmail, armor and Knight's skin, burrowing into his soft abdomen, in his abdominal cavity. Inner rampage, churning his internal organs to a pulp.

The young Knight twitched a few times and lay on the ground, not moving anymore.

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Imperial Calendar Year 528

Piedmont Duchy/Provincial Republic

Shitang Ferry
"Extremely rare fighter planes have appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! Come with me!"

The general with red feathers on his helmet took the lead and led him The cavalry plunged straight into the enemy's heart from the gap between the two large squares, moved towards the banner that belonged to the emperor and charged fearlessly.

"Uukhai! Uukhai!"

The warriors of Palatu roared in unison like a sea of anger, formed a formation of arrows and followed closely behind the general.

The horse's hooves are like rolling thunder, the sharp saber is held high above the head, and the swallowtail flag flutters at the tip of the spear.

The teams of Knights who tried to stop the charge were instantly overwhelmed, their shining silver armor was like a few splashes in the red torrent, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The remaining lancers and crossbowmen courage entirely to break, throwing away their weapons and fleeing.

The hussars were like prophets who parted the Red Sea, wiping out all those who stood between them and the false emperor.

Shells, lead, and arrows came at them, but the hussars wouldn't let them go. Their goal is only one, that is the head of Richard IV.

The Imperial Family Guard is the last barrier, they lay the long halberd flat, the heel of their boot against the tail of the halberd, and the tip of the halberd pointed to ride.

The front hussars and these half-step halberdiers were almost perish together.

But it was the Halberdeen formation that was smashed first, and the rear cavalry of whistled past chopped down everyone who was still standing.

Finally, the general officer of Hong Lingyu can already see the gilded helmet of Richard IV.

"Pseudo-Emperor! Madman Richard! Die!"

The cavalry warriors with red feathers raised their sabres high, and charged with the last hussars towards the emperor of the Holy Muluo Empire.

The last perspective of his life was tumbling, everything tumbling in front of him, and he flew like a bird.

He now finally understands why the false emperor dared not back down.

"Damn it, Court Mage, damn it."

He closed his eyes as he thought so, and a cluster of flames went out.

The hussars didn't see any movement of the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general and his horse were turned into a few stumps, as if being blown away by a huge force. shreds from within.

These men from the Palato Plateau did not know [Decomposition Spell]. Seeing the tragic death of the people they loved and loved like their fathers, they rushed towards the enemy like crazy with red eyes.

A masked man raised his hand and shot cold glow from his hand. One by one, the hussars fell from their horses with bleeding holes in their chests.

The other masked man was completely motionless, but the hussars in front of him all blushed, their limbs stiffened, and they lost their breath in an instant.

"Black magic! Witchcraft! Servant of the devil!" the last hussar shouted in panic.

The tenacious warrior of steel was also frightened by the sight before, and he desperately threw the saber towards the false emperor.

A masked man hooked his fingers, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory, as if being led by an invisible hand, turned a corner in the air, and flew into the bushes.

The masked man's hand shot out another cold glow, piercing a hole in the head of the last hussar, ending the charge that should have been successful.

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Imperial Calendar Year 531

Republic of Forthland
Jade City The city gate was slowly opened, and the lack of lubrication made a harsh rubbing sound from the door shaft.

This is the first time the west gate of Jade City has been opened since Richard IV's army came under the city two years ago.

The soldiers took out the components prepared in advance and built a simple pontoon bridge to the other side of the moat.

A soldier rides on a pontoon bridge, walks over the trenches, he walks over the blood-soaked ground, he walks over the trenches and dirt walls that the enemy used to block Drenthe .

He walked past the enemy's barracks under the numb or hateful gaze of the enemy, all the way into the emperor's carriage.

At last he took a seat at a long table amid the glares of Richard IV's senior officials.

The emperor himself entered the tent only after everyone was seated.

He sat in the chair in the main seat, looked towards the soldier, and asked casually, "You want to surrender now? Tonemel's Ned."

"No , Your Majesty. I brought you peace." Ned Smith answered sincerely.

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Imperial Calendar Year 532

Provincial Republic

Jade City

"It's done! It's done! It's done!" Brigadier General Antoine Laurent held the letter, jumping and laughing again.

He yelled excitedly, slapped his thighs hard, and waved his arms into the air.

He didn't feel strong enough just like this, so he took out the long sword from the cabinet, slashed randomly in the room, and smashed many bottles and cans.

His wife hurried over to check when she heard shouting and demolition from the study.

Antoine Laurent saw his wife pushed open the door, threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, picked up his lover and walked around the room several times.

"Oh, what's the matter with you? What are you crazy about?" His wife turned pale with fright.

Antoine Laurent put down his wife, but did not let go.

He hugged his lover and gave him a fiercely kiss on the face: "We're going to have our own magician too!"

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“You should understand history, because everything that happens now can be found in the past.”

——Ned Smith, the first field marshal of the Senas Alliance
终于还是忍不住自己动笔写了……