Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 205

2021-01-23

Chapter 205 Act One

After twelve days of temptation and Almost as soon as the battle started, it entered the most critical moment.

It seems that the white lion pushed the Paratus into a corner, but in fact the Paratus also choked the white lion.

There is a big river in front, and there are chasing soldiers in the back. No matter who judges, the army of Palato is completely finished.

Hunger and despair would have been enough to overwhelm the Louhed without their hands.

But who would have thought that the Paratus would forcibly build a bridge over the Netherworld River.

The Hurds are not devour raw meat and fowl animals. They have seen bridges and have their own bridges.

But conjuring a bridge in an unstoppable imposing manner over such a vast and sacred river as Curvallea - this completely refreshed the cognition of the Hurds.

Once the Platoons were organized to reach the other side, nothing could stop them from returning home.

Then the price paid by the white lions, the Chihe people and even the Hurd tribes is equivalent to a handful of flying ashes.

So the determination of the White Lion to destroy the Paratus was as strong as the determination of the Paratus to return home.

The Platoons seek life from the dead, forcing the white lion to cut off one's means of retreat.

Colonel Hogwitz said, "A barbarian can make two rafts without a boat," and he was only half right.

The barbarians do not have boats, but cats have cat lanes, dogs have dog lanes, and the Hurds also have a unique tool for crossing the river - leather rafts.

Peel off the whole cowhide and sheepskin, blow in the air, and tie the openings to form a natural air bag. The air bag is tied to the wooden frame to form a raft.

It is best to use old cowhide and old sheepskin for the skin. The older the teeth of the cow and sheep, the thicker the skin. The most difficult part is peeling the skin, even if there is a small break, the whole skin will be invalid.

The peeled skin has to be depilated, oiled, and exposed to the sun to make a "leather tire".

The preservation of leather tires is more troublesome, not only to prevent corrosion, but also to prevent drying and cracking, and to dry, and to spray water and oil.

It is precisely because of the simple structure that the requirements for craftsmanship are higher.

Since three years ago, White Lion has been secretly preparing the raft. Today, there are more than 3,000 sheepskin tires in reserve.

Sackler was right, even though he thought he had overestimated the White Lion, he actually underestimated his opponent.

Without the bridge, the white lions could continue to pursue even if a small number of people could be brought to the east bank of the Netherworld River by the capacity of the ships alone.

But with the bridge, the situation is completely different. The capacity of the bridge is far better than that of the ship, and the Hurds can't even "beat the enemy halfway".

If the Palatine army is allowed to remain organized and cross the river, even if it reaches the East Bank, the Heds will not be able to help them.

The White Lion must destroy the bridge, or else it will be for nothing.

So the White Lion has also come to a dead end - although most of the Palatine officers don't realize it yet, but they will soon.

Hogwitz looked down on the raft, which was tied into a raft with twelve sheepskin tires, and could not carry three or four people.

How about a hundred sheepskin tires? A thousand sheepskin tires?

The Platonic bridges are very imaginative, but the imagination... so does the Heard barbarians.

If anyone thinks that the white lion is counting on driftwood to break down the bridge piles, they really underestimate him.

Driftwood is only used to remove the Dragon Slaying Sword. Now that the last barrier has been broken, the next is the fire ship.

Two thousand sheepskin tires tied into two giant rafts, carrying all the kindling that the Hurds could gather, crashed into the bridge in a press forward imposing manner.

The giant rafts are like castles on the water, and even the piling boats look very small in front of them.

Either the Paratus people die, or the Hurd people die in vain.

There was no need for Sackler's orders, every drummer in Palato was pounding the drums hard.

The oarsmen on the boat used their milk strength to drive the boat moved towards the "fire raft" and approached rapidly.

The boat threw the hook line, trying to drag the raft away.

But there are also barbarian archers and paddlers on the raft, and the iron hook was cut off by the machete just after hanging on the raft.

A brave Platonic soldier leaped onto his raft and three sharp machetes swung at him, slashing him down in the blink of an eye.

But he also bought time for his comrades, and three other Platoon soldiers jumped on the raft.

Platoons wielding oars and barbarians wielding machetes fought on the rickety raft, and the musketeers on the boat and the archers on the raft shot against their foreheads.

Both sides have been red-eyed. At this moment, it is either your death or my death, there is no reason at all.

Only by fighting for your life can you have a glimmer of survival.

The machete leaves terrifying wounds on the unarmoured Platonic soldiers.

As long as a barbarian in armor is beaten into the water, he will sink to the bottom in an instant, and he will not even have a chance to struggle.

The musketeers from the shore finally arrived. The lead does not discriminate between enemy and foe, and slaps the people on the raft head to head, only to hear people screaming in the dark.

"Stop hitting! Hit your own people!" The people on the boat shouted hoarsely.

But those on shore ignored it and continued to fire deadly platoons of guns at the raft.

These two giant rafts are so huge that it doesn't make any sense to hit them with lead, and it won't sink at all if you puncture one or two sheepskin tires.

On the raft, half of the Heds and the Paratus were trying to kill each other, and the other half of the Heards and Paratus were rowing in different directions.

The screams, roars and screams of the two languages mixed into a sound, like a painful wild beast moaning in the dark.

Draw a circle with the bridge as the center and a radius of one kilometer. There are at least tens of thousands of Heds and Paratus within this range.

But the real battlefield is actually only the size of two giant rafts and twelve small boats.

Winning—if there is such a thing as this thing—is all about fighting on the water.

Water, which seems to be harmless to humans and animals, has turned into a moat at this moment.

Whether it's the Paratus people or the Hurd people on the other side, as long as they stand on the shore, they can only watch everything happen.

There is nothing more absurd, ridiculous and heartfelt than the fact that two armies that have never paid attention to water battles are now deciding the outcome in water battles.

Both sides have lost control of the raft, but that's exactly what the White Lion wants.

The Hurds don't need to control the rafts at all, just let them go downstream.

In the desperate sight of the Platoons, the two water castles sailed unstoppably toward the bridge.

“bang!”

Because of the desperate efforts of the Plato soldiers, the barbarians on the first raft didn’t even have time to set fire, so they slammed into the bridge piles.

The bridge stood tremblingly like an old man with a heavy load, and even withstood the impact.

At the same time, the Palatine sappers were racing against time to demolish the bridge, desperately swinging their axes to chop down the road they had built so desperately.

The pit viper stings the hand, and the strong man relieves his wrist. Only by giving up part of the bridge can the remaining bridge be kept.

The second giant raft that was burning slammed into the previous giant raft, and several bridge piles were instantly pulled up by the roots.

Those who remained on the bridge staggered, and one engineer was even thrown off the bridge.

The bridge actually held up again. The bridge piles facing the impact had already left the river bed, and the other bridge piles were also skewed.

It's like pulling the roots of a plant out of the soil, half of the roots have been torn off, but half of the roots are stubbornly holding on to the soil and won't let go.

The two giant rafts have been engulfed by flames, the flames are spreading towards the bridge, and the engineers who demolished the bridge fled.

Colonel Laszlo jumped on the already sloping bridge in spite of others' obstruction.

Everyone was running towards the shore, except for Laszlo, who went against the flow of people to the bridge.

He picked up the drowning sapper's axe and slashed the bridge heavily.

Escaped sappers also returned one by one, picking up their axes and following Laszlo to destroy the bridge.

The sappers were loudly roared with a slash, as if to drive all fear out of their chests that way.

When the last rigid connection was severed, the approximately 40-meter-long bridge - the part that was struck and burned - broke away from the bridge and was pushed by the burning raft. Float downstream.

It was as if the child had left the mother, and many of the people present sweared and heard a sigh from the bridge.

While the Paratus tried their best to save their bridge, the White Lions attacked the camps in the South and North Highlands.

The cavalry unit led by Arpad also encountered an unknown number of enemy troops, and the two sides engaged in a melee in the dark night. Rifle to lance, knife to knife.

The white lion has set off a stormy sea, and the quietest place turned out to be the bridge forest camp where Winters is located.

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[During the Anti-Japanese War, Lanzhou raft household Wang Xinchen used sheepskin rafts to transport fuel oil to Chongqing. A total of 2,000 sheepskin tires were used to make 5 giant leather rafts, carrying 300 tons of gasoline. Later generations called it "skin raft racing warship"]
[I did a calculation, not counting the weight of the human and the wooden raft, 300 tons of gasoline were distributed to 2,000 sheepskin tires, and the average displacement of each sheepskin tire was 150kg. I don't know how big the sheepskin tire is, but the visual inspection should be more than 150L, and the displacement of 300 tons should be theoretically achievable. ]
[The plight of the white lion is not the load-bearing capacity of the sheepskin raft, but the fact that he cannot find 300 tons of firelight.

The nearby woods were burned to the ground by Arpad. There is really nothing to put on the raft, so the white lion had to put a lot of earth and rocks on the raft to increase the impact (inertia) of the raft.

And mostly rocks, not much soil. Because the white lion doesn't have a shovel... Yes, dear book friends, you read that right, the white lion is not a "shovel dancing class".

Don't underestimate the shovel, the Hurds lacked such engineering equipment compared to the large number of Plato troops equipped with shovels.

Compared with other tribes, the Chihe tribe actually has a lot of tools such as shovels. However, they were all stored in Bianli and burned clean by a fire.导致白狮手头斧子还有几把，铲子是一把都无(夸张)]