Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 200

2021-01-23

Chapter 200 Cutting Trees
People are not afraid of difficult situations, but they are afraid of having no direction.

So the Paratus need a bridge, even though Sekler has sent messengers across the river for help.

Building bridges is not only for "crossing the river", but also for injecting hope into the whole army.

There is nothing in the world more desperate than things have reached a dead end.

With the indifferent Netherworld River in front of them, the Paratus have nowhere to go, no way to go.

I want to turn my head and try my best, but I find that there are no enemies - the Hurds don't fight them head-on at all.

The white lion is like a hunter holding the wild beast on a cliff, patiently waiting for the enemy to be crushed by hunger and despair.

The morale of the army was disintegrating, and before the reinforcements came to relieve the siege, the Paratus had long since failed to attack.

Montagne Hundred-Men Commander's bridge plan is difficult, but that's okay.

Because what the Plato army desperately needed was not a bridge, but hope.

Like a drowning man grabbing a plank, there are only three things the Platonic sees right now: a bridge, a bridge, and a fucking bridge.

Carpenters and engineer officers traveled through the forest to find suitable materials for the bridge construction.

The straightest and longest pieces of good material are circled in red paint, they will be used as bridge stakes.

Second grade lumber is marked with black lacquer and can be sawn into planks for bridge decking.

As for the small trees and shrubs that have not yet become productive, they are all used to burn charcoal.

Anyone who has ever used a hammer and an anvil has been siphoned off, even senior blacksmiths like Berrian.

Jesska battallion loses celebrity chef - Winters is back on swill, but Palatine's army gets a master craftsman who can take a dozen or so small workers.

The captured weapons were reheated, folded, and forged; the excess armor was melted into molten iron and poured into sand molds.
The only charcoal burner in the army became the apple of one's eye, Fortunately, this craft is not difficult to learn.

In addition to coming up with the bridge plan, Winters made a small contribution.

According to Winters' suggestion, the fifth and sixth Legion modeled the structure of the third [Great Veneta] Legion when they built the Guzhi Road on Red Iwo Island, and also established the [Bridge Command].

The command headquarters is personally in charge of General Sackler. All the resources that can be concentrated in the army are concentrated in this temporary department, and then it is coordinated, distributed and directed.

As for Winters, he just made a name for himself at the headquarters, still working with his militia as usual.

There are engineers and artillery officers who are more professional than him in the army, so Winters did not continue to point fingers.

Inspiration is like a layer of gauze paper, he pokes a small hole in the paper, and the rest will be filled by others.

 …

A clearing was cut out of the not-so-dense forest, and the militiamen were swinging sharp axes and expanding the area of the clearing.

"Boom."

"Boom."

It was the sound of an axe on a tree trunk, and it didn't stop for a moment.

"Be careful! It's down!" Someone shouted hoarsely: "Down!"

"Down!" The militiamen who heard the shouting also shouted: "Down! La!"

This is not only a reminder to each other, but also a mutual encouragement.

A cedar tree with a crown more than ten meters high is like a drunken man walking at night, moving towards the open space and slowly dumping.

With the sound of "ga zhi", the cedar tree fell faster and faster, until it fell heavily to the ground, throwing up dust.

Three militiamen approached with axes and began to clear the branches of the fir trees.

In the end, only the clean trunk of the fir tree will be left, and then it will be dragged to the camp by a special carrier.

A dozen meters high can't be considered a towering tree, but it is a rare wood on wasteland.

After the cedar tree fell to the ground, the sound of "dong dong" fell again.

Chopping down trees is extremely hard work, and those who are not physically strong cannot do it.

The militias work one day, and the next day their shoulders will be high and swollen.

It would be easier if you had a saw, but the army is short of saws, so the main tool for logging is the axe.

The screeching hooves of [da da] drew nearer, and a green-helmed cavalry galloped into the logging woodland.

The militiamen in the forest were all working hard, and no one paid any attention to this cavalry order.

The messenger cavalry looked around and couldn't see where the officer was, so they shouted: "Montagne Hundred-Men Commander? Is the Montagne Hundred-Men Commander there?"

"Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere to be lazy?" The cavalry was disappointed and couldn't help but feel a trace of contempt: "What blood wolf? Merely this."

As the Platoons put all their efforts into building During the bridge project, the fame of the [Blood Wolf] who proposed this plan also spread to the whole army.

Platoon soldiers have heard of the "deeds of glory" of the champion Hundred-Men Commander, and everyone is eager to see the blood wolf in real life.

This messenger also got the opportunity to send orders to the blood wolf after a lot of competition.

The shouts of the messenger were drowned out by the sound of trees being chopped down, and he was ignored.

So he rode to the edge of the lumber mill to ask someone to question him.

The messenger saw a tall militiaman at a glance.

The man, who was generally half a head taller than the others, wore a sackcloth coat, and was working on an oak tree.

He raised the axe high and swung it down again.

Every time the blade of the axe hits the trunk, the thick oak shudders violently.

It was obviously cold winter, but the white hot steam came out from the man's cuffs and neckline like a pot.

The messenger walked up to the tall militiaman and asked impatiently, "Hey! Where is your Hundred-Men Commander blood wolf?"

The tall militiaman put down his axe and asked: "What's your business with him?"

The messenger scolded: "You are qualified to ask about the military situation? Take me to him."

"Blood wolf, I haven't seen it before. ." The tall militiaman took out the towel tucked in his belt, wiped his face, and said slowly, "Winters · Montagne, I am."

"Boom."

"Boom. ."

"Boom."

The sound of tree-cutting was incessant.

The messenger dismounted from the saddle, hurriedly took out a roll of lacquered letters, and offered them with both hands: "This is an order from the bridge headquarters, sir."

"Thank you." Hundred-Men Commander took the letter, lifted the lacquer seal, and glanced at it casually.

The messenger stabilized his mind and looked at it quietly. He finally had a chance to see the true face of the legendary blood wolf.

It doesn't seem to be anything special, not particularly strong or thin, just a little taller.

Except for a thin gold chain around his neck, he was not wearing any ornaments.

But it's very special, the kind of special that a messenger can't tell. He stood respectfully.

"Want a receipt?" Hundred-Men Commander asked.

The messenger waved his hands again and again: "No, no."

"Okay, I have received the order." You, go back."

The messenger stepped into the saddle, and he saw the blood wolf put the letter in his pocket and picked up the axe again.

From the distance came a shout: "Be careful! It's down!"

The militiamen at the logging field echoed the sound: "It's down!"

" Down!" The blood wolf swung his axe and chopped the tree trunk.

The messenger had just left when two more riders rushed into the lumber mill like a gust of wind.

"Not good!" one of the riders yelled, "Herds are coming!"

...

Winters uses Decomposition Spell continuously in the morning After blowing up more than a dozen trees, the phantom pain did not subside until the afternoon.

As soon as he ordered the cavalry to leave, he heard Anglo's panicked shout: "Herds are coming." A tent for storing weapons and armor.

Redmane ran all the way to Winters, Anglo jumped off the saddle, and breathlessly said, "Sir, the Heards are here!"

"Don't Hurry up, talk slowly." Winters' head hurt even more: "Where? How many? How's the battle going?"

"The lumber carriage was robbed!"

"How many Hurds are there?"

"Twenty!"

"Come on!" Winters yelled in his heart, "I knew this day would come!"

He slammed an axe on the tree like a vent, and the oak tree finally couldn't hold it, and fell to the ground trembling.

“Be careful!” Winters shouted: “The tree is down!”

The surrounding militiamen hurriedly ducked, but luckily there was no accident.

Winters ran to Qiangyun, loudly ordering: "Whoever has horses! Come with me! The others stay here and stand by! Send out the sentry!"

Qiangyun can feel it The owner's anxiety, it usually coquettishly asks for sugar when preparing a saddle, but this time, there is no extra action, and the owner obediently puts on the saddle.

Raise the saber, leap into the saddle, and Winters is about to set off.

"Attach!" Ciel hurriedly ran over with three-quarters of Winters in his arms: "You haven't got an armour yet!"

In desperation, Winters dismounted again Armor.

He was wearing coarse work clothes, all of which had to be changed.

Silk shirts, cotton armour, chainmail, plate, riding boots, and winters were draped by Shire and Heinrich.

If the messengers come again, they will never admit their mistakes.

When the preparations were completed, Winters led two dozen Dussacks to the location where the convoy was attacked.

On the one hand, the Palatine army was logging nearby forests, and on the other hand, logging teams were sent deep into the forests to cut trees.

The place where the convoy was attacked was between the lumber mill and the camp. The camp had arrived before Winters, and the hussars had already set off to hunt down the Hurds.

The scene was tragic. The unarmed transport convoy was powerless to resist, and all the drivers were hacked to death.

The carriage remained in place, but the axles were smashed, and the draught horse was taken away by the Hurds.

Alpad had sent sentries around, but this small group of Heards still got in.

"Force us to divide our troops again." Winters thought to himself: "Is this your plan? White Lion?"

 …

Before the attack, the bridge-building project was progressing exceptionally well.

Winters was most worried that the [floating pile drivers] would not work, because their center of gravity was too high, and they would easily overturn in the slightest wind and waves.

The Netherworld River's currents are gentle in winter - but that's only compared to choppy spring and summer.

Fortunately, the Palatine sappers made the raft large enough and balanced with the floating box, so the operation of the pile driver was no problem.

The floating pile driver is the core machinery of bridge construction, it has no problem, other problems are small problems.

Plateau's army built two floating pile drivers, one on the left and one on the right.

The Hurds on the other side tried to harass them with arrows, but the heavy arrows they used could not reach a distance of 200 meters.

By the way, their arrows are still upwind.

Even with light arrows, it loses its aim and formidable power when flying 200 meters away.

The range of the bows and arrows was not enough, and the Hurds on the other side carried out several small boats, wanting to fight on the water.

As a result, he was beaten in the face by the Palatine musketeer, throwing a few floating corpses ashore in embarrassment.

Winters reckons that by the time the Hurds' bows and arrows are effective enough to kill themselves, the bridge will be less than fifty meters away from them.

Even at that time, the musketeers can shoot across the river with the Hurds, and it's hard to say who's afraid.

This time, it was the turn of the Hurd people on the other side of the river to experience powerlessness.

No matter what they do, the bridge stretches toward the east bank at more than ten meters a day.

The biggest factor limiting the speed of the bridge-building of the Palatine army was not the Hurds, but the wood.

On wasteland, forests are rare, and aniseed materials that can be used as bridge piles are even rarer.

Plato's army could have continued north to build bridges where the river was narrower.

But in the end, I chose the current location because it is next to a coniferous forest.

After measurement, the water level of the Netherworld River is about six or seven meters at the deepest point, and at least ten meters of wood are used there.

A ten-meter-long timber requires a twenty-meter tall tree.

The Palatu people are going crazy, and they haven't found a few qualified materials.

It is still an old carpenter who came up with a solution: if the long wood is not enough, it is spliced with slightly shorter wood, and then fixed with iron nails and iron rings. Although the iron will rust, it will be no problem to persist until the bridge is completed.

So the bridge headquarters dispatched twenty logging teams, including Montagne Hundred Men Squad.

...

The attack on the lumber convoy means that the White Lion has seen the Achilles' heel of the Paratus.

Yesterday, Winters applied to the bridge headquarters for an additional garrison camp in the forest.

The timber harvested by the logging teams is first concentrated in the camp, and then brought back to the camp by armed escort.

Today, the messenger sent him a reply.

Bridge Command denied his application due to "spreading forces" and "secondary transit delays."

But now, even if Legion didn't want to spread out, it had to.

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