Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 176

2021-01-23

Chapter 176 Raiding Homes
A startled horse rampages through the camp, destroying tents like a rainstorm.

The barking of dogs, the sound of hoofs, the neighing of horses, the exclamation of people, the tearing of fabrics... Thousands of voices rang out, and the Hurd camp was in chaos.

Several bonfires were ignited and quickly extinguished, and the camp returned to darkness.

Winters dragged the hunter and ran, and several ragged Heards ran into them head-on.

One of the topless Hurds yelled in rage: "What are [Herds] running? To drive the horses! Who are you leaders?"

Winters couldn't understand what the other was talking about. What to say, he also impossible to wait for the little hunter to speak.

"Close your eyes!" He pulled the little hunter behind him, crushed the glass bottle in his hand, and directed a flash of light at a few Heards.

The container shattered, and the active metal powder in the bottle was activated by magic as soon as it touched the air, instantly turning into a dazzling white light.

This light is brighter than lightning and more dazzling than the sun, and the Hurds covered their eyes and screamed.

The shirtless Hurd fell to the ground, still shouting: "[Herd] the enemy! It's the enemy! Come on!"

The retina of the Hurd was even pierced. Permanent damage from super bright light, but they don't have to worry about that anymore.

Winters rushed into the midst of the Hurds with a knife, and the Hurds who couldn't see had no resistance.

Except for one person who rolled and crawled into the tents, all the others were beheaded.

"Go!" Without time to hunt down the fleeing enemy, Winters led the hunter to the outside of the camp.

The leather gloves were burnt through by the flash, and he could smell a distinct burnt smell. The palm of his hand was even more painful, but he didn't know whether it was because he was punctured by glass or burned by alchemical substances.

At the camp wall surrounded by carriage, Plato's spearmen and halberdists were fighting with more than twenty Hudds.

Had's sentinels are well-armored. There are also Hurds who just woke up from their sleep and joined the melee with a machete.

An Iron Pagoda-like Heard barbarian was wearing nothing, wielding two machetes and fighting furiously.

The machete was knocked out, and he took another long halberd with his backhand, charging to the left and dash to the right in the crowd, imposing in an appalling manner.

In this era when the average height of a farmer was only 1.6 meters, the barbarian was actually 2 meters tall, back of a tiger and waist of a bear, I really don't know what to eat to grow such a body .

The Plato militiamen all around looked like dwarfs in front of him, and no one could get close to him for a while.

"[Hede] Come!" The burly barbarian swung a long halberd to the brains of an unfortunate militiaman, shouting: "[Hede] Come!"

Yish from Ganshui Town bit the coin, went around behind the giant, and saw the opportunity to stab the opponent's back with a spear.

Under the full sprint, the spear blade was completely submerged in flesh and blood.

The giant looked back in disbelief towards Ish, struggling to raise his arms.

Seeing that the other party wasn't dead, Yish was stunned in place, and he was about to perish together.

A further six militiamen stabbed the giant from all directions in the west, and joined forces to surround and kill the barbarian hero.

The Hurds all wailed when they saw this scene. They were too few in number and were quickly swept away by the militia.

Hard archers who were laying cold arrows by the camp wall also fell one by one.

Winters, who took down the archer, jumped into the carriage, ripped off his helmet, and held his machete high.

"Uukhai!" The cheers of the Platoons soared into the sky.

With nothing in the way, they cut the ropes, dragged the carriage away, and ripped a gap in the wall of the car.

Charle ran over and tied Winters' left arm with white cloth, mixed with militia armor, to distinguish between enemy and foe.

Ciel saw Winters' hands dripping blood, and took out a clean cloth to wrap Winters.

Winters threw off the Shire and yelled: "The flag!"

The military police officer Heinrich handed the flag to the Hundred-Men Commander,

" torch!"

Everyone lit the torch one after another.

"Attack!"

Winters led two Hundred Men Squads into Hurd's camp and set them on fire. They don't have any kindling, but everything is flammable this season.
The fire takes advantage of the wind, and the wind fuels the fire, and the fire swept the camp from west to east.

The Hurds were still trying their best to drive the horses out of the camp, when they suddenly found a fire in the west. Frightening cries of killing could be heard all around the camp, as if a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses were coming.

The night battle was originally a melee and chaotic battle, and the command system of the defending army finally collapsed completely.

One person starts to run away, and then all the Hurds start to snatch their horses and scramble to flee.

There are those who still have reason and want to regroup, but no one pays attention; those who still have courage try to fight back, but they are surrounded and killed by the enemy.

However, the way of communication of the Paratus is simple and rude: the drums keep playing, the fighting does not stop; wherever the flag goes, the soldiers go.

Winters tied a torch to the top of the flagpole and led his men to charge through the camp.

At the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Jesska and Lieutenant Mason led the other four Hundred Men Squad to guard outside the camp, intercepting the Hurds who fled outside the camp.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska called it "dog hunting tactics". The Montagne team was like hounds that startled waterfowl, causing chaos to drive the Hurds away from the camp. The real killer was lying in ambush outside. Team four.

The six Hundred Men Squads all stormed into the camp but would not be able to perform, and the other four squads were not as lean and reliable as Winters' people.

The fire raged and the entire camp was blanketed in thick smoke.

Winters stood still and looked around, seeing no living Heards all around.

As soon as the flag stopped, the militiamen gradually gathered.

Heinrich's eyes were smoky and red, and his tears kept streaming out. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that there is no one there! My lord."

Winters patted On the drummer's shoulder, the drumming also stopped.

"Stop rubbing your eyes and hold back." Winters also burst into tears. He threw the military flag to Heinrich and put his sword in the sheath: "Withdraw!"

Simply identifying the direction, Winters led the crowd out of the Hurd camp.

It didn't take long for the fire to subside a little, and he brought people into the camp again.

It's not good if you don't come back, everyone is hungry. Patronizing the killing of enemies and arson, the Hundred-Men Commander promised hand meat, kumiss, and roasted whole sheep were not seen.

Winters commanded everyone to put out the fire, and felt a little regretful.

He just started fighting, and he wanted to burn the Hurd camp three times, forgetting everything else, and forgot to collect some food and drink.

The Paratus had to rummage through the embers for food and spills of war.

"No hiding! Go back and share it!" Winters urged everyone: "Hurry up! Don't linger!"

Once the camp catches fire, it will be separated from each other. You can see it for a few kilometers.

The Hurd cavalry who attacked before will definitely come back to the rescue, leaving little time for the Paratus to clean up the battlefield.

Winters dismantled a carriage from the camp wall and put it on the forklift.

The militiamen threw the spills of war into the car. They were all small items such as silver scabbards, weapons, buttons, etc. There was nothing too valuable, and everyone was a little disappointed.

For the first time in my life, Qiangyun pulled a car, and I was extremely aggrieved.

Winters slapped it on the butt in anger.

Fortune began to move slowly forward.

Winters pulled out two candy bars and rubbed the horse's neck lightly.

The horse snorted and licked Winters' palm with his tongue out, looking at his master.

Winters reluctantly hooked the head, took out the last two pieces of candy, and turned the bottom of his pocket to show the horse: "No more!"

Fortunately, he was willing to carry it. leg.

With the sound of hooves approaching from behind, Anglo rode the red mane to Winters' side, and his eyes went straight when he saw that it was forcibly pulling the cart.

“How?” Winters asked the stables.

Angelo nodded.

"Thank you."

Anglo shook the head again.

The two of them asked one question and one answer, like playing a riddle.

The most precious spills of war are not gold and silver jewels, but thousands of horses. The horses were all scared away by Winters' "scared wild beast", and they had to come back again.

Dussac was responsible for gathering the horses, and Winters' secret order was: Pick 300 fat warhorses and hide them.

"The lieutenant colonel informs you to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible and join him." Anglo also brought an official order.

"Okay, I see."

Anglo saluted and left.

The fire ignited quickly and went out quickly, and the camp was quickly burned down. The smoke has not yet dissipated, and the ground is scorched black wherever you see it.

The previously densely packed tents were only left with pitch-black wooden poles, still beeping and burning.

It was not yet dawn, and the militiamen were either fighting torches, or rummaging through the ashes for food and valuables.

From time to time, militiamen find leftover jerky, charred cheese on the outside, etc. People don't bother to pick and choose, just wipe them on their clothes and eat them separately.

Ciel ran up to Winters with a skin bag in his arms: "Horse milk! Sir!"

"Horse milk?" Just smoking.

But as soon as he pulled the plug, he remembered the promises and bragging before the war, and was really sorry.

I have released myself before, and now I have to pay off the debt.

Winters sighed, returning the skin to Shire: "Give it to everyone, let everyone drink a little and moisten their throats."

Charle's face was reluctant.

"Go ahead." Winters swallowed.

The precious mare's milk was passed on in the hands of the militiamen, each taking a cherished sip before handing it over to the next.

Ish only took a sip, he wanted to take a gulp. But everyone was just moistening their throats, and he didn't want to be a bastard in front of his comrades.

He walked over to the tent's embers and swept his foot casually a few times.

The blood wolf said that there are gold cups, silver bowls, pearls, and gems in this place, but so far everyone has not seen anything.

Although he knew that the blood wolf was probably bragging, Ish was still a little disappointed.

Because as long as you can bring home two - no, not even half a gold cup. He no longer has to be a long-term worker, he can buy a small piece of land and work for himself from now on.

Even though Ish didn't believe there were gold or silver cups at all, when he rushed to the Hurd camp, he still had the deepest and most sincere hope.

But Ish doesn't hold out any hope now, he just feels a little silly.

He stretched his foot perfunctorily and swept back and forth in the ashes a few times, and suddenly, he hit a hard object.

Ish's heart clenched violently.

The embers were still red light, and Ish couldn't wait to push them away with his bare hands. The hard thing reflected a unique golden luster in the firelight.

Ish grabbed the hot golden bowl: "My lord! I found the golden cup!"

Winters, Shire, Heinrich...Everyone heard Ish Shouting excitedly, the militiamen ran to Ish, and Ish, who was holding a golden bowl in his hands, walked to Winters.

"My lord! I found this." Ish cautiously showed the golden bowl to the Hundred-Men Commander.

Winters originally thought that his subordinates regarded the copper bowl as a golden bowl, but when he looked at it carefully, he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air: "It seems... it's really gold!"

Ish was so happy that he almost fainted.

"Ish, this golden bowl has to be handed over to the public." Winters was a little sorry: "But I promise, I will share it equally as I promised before. I will only take one portion, just like you."

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Ish's face turned red and white, hesitating again and again, and finally gave the golden bowl to Winters.

"I wouldn't dare touch it." Winters smiled wryly, and he called the military police officer's name: "Charle."

"Yes."

"Register Book."

"Yes"

"Heinrich."

"In."

"You put this Things are looking good for me."

"Yes"

"That's it." Winters thought for a while, then looked towards the lucky guy who found the golden bowl: "Ish, you and Hai Inrich is in charge of overseeing the custody of all the spills of war. You can elect two more people to take care of the spills of war together."

Soon, several prestigious militiamen were elected.

The spoils of war are placed on the carriage, obviously at a glance, three militiamen and two gendarmerie guards together and supervise each other.

"Don't watch the fun! Move fast! There's not much time!" Winters urged his men to speed up: "Don't hide your secrets, don't try martial arts."

The militiamen scattered in a hurry , the heavy golden bowl is placed on the carriage.

The crowd was greatly encouraged and their movements quickened a lot.

"I found it too!" another shouted.

This time it was a huge gold belt buckle with beautiful patterns, found on a charred body.

Winters accidentally discovered that the owner of the belt plate seemed to be the shirtless Hurd who had been blinded by the Flash and then killed by him.

The crowd continued to search for the center of the camp and found some gold and silver utensils, as well as ornaments such as golden blade handles and scabbards.

The further east you go, the more valuable items you have.

The Platoons have red-eyed, wanting to dig every ash, every wreckage of a tent three feet into the ground.

"Sir! There is a big tent in the far east!" Another militiaman came to report: "It wasn't burnt!"

This camp became more and more interesting, the second lieutenant came Interest: "Take me here!"

At the far east of the camp, under the hillside, a large tent stands. It's really a "big" tent, at least ten meters wide, and it's not too much like a house.

The most interesting thing is that the big tent is sitting on a giant car, and it seems to be moving.

Only in front of the big tent did Winters understand why his subordinates dared not go in: the camp was burnt to scorch, and only the tent and the small area behind it were safe and sound, extremely strange.

"Bring the rope!" Winters didn't dare to step in: "Drag it down for me."

The hooks and locks hang on the four walls of the tent, and the militiamen work with a common purpose , forcibly overturned the tent with brute force.

"What is this?!" Winters was stunned.

There was no one inside the tent - no, there was someone, there was a golden light "man".

A man made of gold stood in the center of the tent, watching the crowd silently and calmly.

The golden man is three heads taller than Winters, with golden eyes, nose, and ears, with only a few strokes, but it has no mouth.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the militiamen were timid: "Sir, what should I do?"

"What are you afraid of!" Winters would rather die than believe that it was pure gold: "It must be gilt! Get a knife!"

Fiercely scraping off a few layers of gold, if Winters read it right, it's gold too.

The camp after the fire was absolutely silent, and some militiamen were even trembling.

Ish stammered: "This...this isn't a heretic idol?"

Winters was silent for a while, then suddenly threw the knife, laughed heartily: " Pagan idols are great! If they were Catholic sacrificial utensils, I wouldn’t dare to take them! Hahahaha! I’m afraid of shit? Move away, move away!

The carriage loaded with spills of war was overloaded in an instant, and the militia immediately set off to look for the carriage. Winters also sent someone to Lieutenant Colonel Jessica for help. He needed more horses.

In addition to this golden man, there are many scattered gold and silver sacrificial utensils in the tent, all of which were packed by Winters.

If it was before, these things are enough to surprise everyone. But now compared with the golden man, I suddenly lost the feeling.

Lieutenant Colonel Jesska came and was taken aback by the news.

Winters was unprecedented for the first time seeing the one-eyed tough guy look horrified.

Jesska called Winters aside and said hoarsely, "We... I'm afraid we've raided the Teltown department..."

[Note: Tel Dun is one of Heard's three major ministries]
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Of course, theoretically, the Jinjian captured by the Hussars should be bronze. Moreover, the hussar general is to defeat the Huns army, which is not the same as the stealing camp like Winters.

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