Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 289

2021-03-31

Chapter 289 Twins
The night was long, as if there was no end in sight.

The white star-fronted sandalwood warhorse spewed white foam from its mouth, its ears tucked back tightly, its long neck stretched forward, and its heart seemed to tear open its ribs and jump out of its chest.

Winters on horseback struggled to hold his body, breathing hard, his boots digging deep into the stirrups.

For every camp he broke, there were fewer people behind him; every time he climbed a hill, a rider lurched and fell straight out of the saddle.

The sound of hoofs in my ears is getting thinner and thinner, but the thundering thunder ahead is getting more and more deafening.

Perhaps the Winters had a slight surprise advantage when they broke into the first two camps.

But the farther they went, the better prepared the Teltown people were. They have learned what happened through the escaped population. Even if no one tipped off the news, the sound of hand-to-hand cross-talk had already reached their ears.

No more surprises or surprises, only one meet force with force fight after another.

Hundreds of Telltown cavalrymen appeared before Winters as they rode their horses up the hill.

Heinrich ran up to the top of the hill, closely behind Winters, when the enemy rider spotted Winters' flag and galloped down the opposite hillside towards him.

The Teltown people's camps do not build walls and trenches. Some Kota fled immediately, but the leader of this cavalry chose to take the initiative to fight.

Winters reined in his horse and took off his helmet.

The inner lining of the helmet is quilted with cotton and silk as if it had just been fished out of the water. The same is true of the war horse, the sweat flowing down from the sides of the horse's ribs unstoppably, ticking on the ground.

He looked around and counted his subordinates. There were only twenty-eight horses left, and almost all of them were injured. Ciel is not among them, Tamas is not among them, many people are not among them.

There may be others who are behind, but they probably won't catch up.

The short and fat representatives and tall and thin representatives of Niu Hoof Valley are also among them, and they are the only civilians left in the twenty-eight horses.

“You stay,” Winters said to the short and thin reps.

With that, he shakes the sweat from the pad a few times, buckles his helmet, and hooks up.

The stout rep looked back over Winters' shoulders as the Turdun cavalry spread out, surfing up the hillside.

His dry lips parted slightly, trying to say something. But Winters had drawn his saber and drove his horse down the hill.

The pudgy public opinion representative stared at Winters' back, suddenly raised his saber, and fiercely slashed the horse's hip with the back of the saber, and galloped down the hill with his teeth gritted.

The tall and thin public opinion representative ran along in a trance, not even knowing where the saber was thrown. It wasn't until he was the only one left on the hill that he regained consciousness as if he had just woken up from a dream.

A hint of happiness came over him, but with it came a great sense of shame.

He stood there for a while, then suddenly shouted and rushed down the hillside. Before running out of a sand rope, he suddenly stopped the horse again, but in the end he was unable to take a step forward. The middle-aged man who already had a son cried out.

The distance between the two sides dwindled rapidly, and Winters had his sights set on an enemy running ahead.

The man was riding a tall red-headed horse and wielding a machete with a gold scabbard dangling around his waist.

Teldons don't all have swords, they always have lances in the first row. This is how Winters can tell who is the leader of the Teltown people.

The Terdun man also recognized Winters as a formidable foe, and he urged the horse to speed up and moved towards Winters.

The Teltown man's butt was off the saddle, his upper body leaned slightly, and his machete held high.

Winters tucked the saber over his shoulder, also poised to go.

The cavalry staggered past only momentarily. But in that instant, the power of man and horse will come together—not only our own, but that of our enemies.

It's just that the angle of the slash is wrong, and the saber can fly out of the hand at once, and the wrist will also dislocate.

Winters' cavalry skills come from the actual combat experience and practice after leaving the ivory tower, in addition to what he learned in the military academy. For the technique of horseback stabbing, he already has deep attainments.

At the moment of staggering, Winters and the Teltown man swung their weapons at the same time.

Winters came first, his saber slashing with precision on the opponent's tip. With just one blow, the palms and arms of the Telton were numb.

Telden's chest was cold, and he was holding on to the machete, trying to turn his back to block. At the same time desperately pulling the reins, trying to pull the distance.

But it was too late, the two sides missed about half a horse, and Winters' machete made an arc and went back to the top.

He stood on his stirrups, leaning out and fiercely slashing at the opponent's back, while pulling the hilt back hard.

The Terrifying wound was slashed diagonally across the back of the Terrtonian, who slid from the saddle like a lifeless sack of flour.

Winters left the man alone, and after a round of hedging, the two sides scuffled on the hillside.

His armor stood out in particular, and the second and third Teldon men rushed towards him mindlessly.

Winters gave the second enemy a Decomposition Spell, and the man's nose, ear canal, and eyes immediately poured blood, and his body fell limply.

The third enemy didn't realize what was happening, and continued to charge Winters with his horse and spear.

Winters tightened the reins with all his might, and would dodge the stab to the heart.

sparks flying in all directions, the point of the spear swiping across his left flank, leaving a slight dent in his breastplate.

Clamping the spear shaft with his left arm, Winters moved towards the opponent's bent neck, wrapped in a leather neckguard, and slashed diagonally.

His saber was already curled, so the supposedly lethal slash was blocked by the hard leather neck guard. But the opponent was still blackened by the force of the bludgeoning blow.

Slashing didn't work, so Winters shoved the dull saber into the opponent's chest. While doing this, he felt no emotion.

The opponent instinctively grabbed the blade with both hands and fell from the saddle screaming.

Winters let go of his hand and switched to the other's lance. Killing enemies with spell might be quicker, but the night was far from over and he had to save some magic.

The Tordun cavalry have found this Armored Soldier to be so prodigious that no one dares to take the initiative to meet him.

Winters saw a bunch of swaying red feathers in the melee crowd, he grabbed the lance, stabbed the horse's ribs, and rushed straight to the red feathers.

Telltown people along the way avoided it and gave in.

The Red Feather was startled to realize that there was no one between him and the brave Armored Soldier, and fled without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the Terdun people were shaken, and they also got out of the melee and flew towards all directions.

Winters mobilized the steed and continued in pursuit. At this moment, the white star-front sandalwood warhorse he rode let out a mournful cry.

The horse's front legs were no longer able to support the body, and it fell to its knees with a "thump", slamming its chest on the ground. Its body slipped forward for a short distance due to inertia, and the place where it touched the ground immediately became bloody.

As if the ground suddenly collapsed, Winters sank first, then was thrown from the saddle.

The world was spinning, and he rolled several times before stopping. A stream of heat flowed down his forehead into his ears, and his cranial cavity was buzzing, and his shoulders, arms, neck... all aches everywhere.

Winters struggled to his feet. The horse fell to the ground with its mouth open, its hoofs twitching slightly, and looked at him with sad eyes, as if saying, "I can only go here."

Red Feather, who had already run out of a section of the road, was overjoyed to see the Armored Soldier fall from the horse. Hong Lingyu shouted loudly, and whistled to order the troops to return.

Nearly half of the Turdun cavalry who had fled also cheered up, turned their horses and killed them back.

Winters leaned on the lance and struggled to get to the horse. He didn't name the warhorse. His emotions were hidden under the helmet. No one knew whether he was crying, angry, sad or numb. .

The battlefield does not need a person with feelings, and with feelings it will appear weak. What the battlefield needs is a numb, ruthless killing machine wrapped in iron armor.

The surrounding Iron Peak cavalry found that Winters was in danger, and abandoned the enemy in front of them, dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety and rushed to help Winters.

The Terdun people saw this scene, and even more determined that the dismounted Armored Soldier was a nobleman, and one after another desperately beat the mount to kill Winters.

The arrows flew with a screeching sound, or landed in the dirt, or knocked on the armor and bounced off.

Winters didn't look at the horse anymore, he held the lance tightly, put it on his knees, and folded the lance in half.

Red Feather was still wondering why the other party broke the lance with an unfathomable mystery, and then only saw something flash by.

The pain came later than the sight, and Hong Lingyu felt a bone-shattering pain in her heart, as if a bone smashed into his chest.

The red plume also fell off the horse.

The surrounding Teltowners saw another scene: the Armored Soldier, after breaking the lance, threw the first half with incredible formidable power, slamming their kota to the ground .

More hooves were approaching from afar—Charr, Tamas, and the others, who had fallen behind, were arriving at the battlefield one after another.

Nothing could stop the Teltowners from routing. They crouched down on horseback and fled the dead place like frightened birds.

The last sight Hong Lingyu saw before losing consciousness was that Armored Soldier walked towards him with the other half of his lance, speaking words he could not understand.

Actually what Winters said was "now it's just you and me".

After taking down the battle-strength Turtletown Centurion, Winters paused to gather up the stragglers.

Tamas brought another jujube red warhorse to Winters.

"Leave the wounded." Winters stepped on the saddle, his voice was cold and clear: "Send a signal to the other side to pick up people and clean the battlefield."

"Yes. ”

After a brief rest and a change of horses, the cavalry charged again where the enemy was.

…

Iron Peak County, Gervoudan, Mitchell House.

In front of Mitchell's house, there are a lot of iron pots, and they are cooking something.

The inside of the house is almost turned into a tailor's shop, and women are cutting into strips of undyed and bleached linen and cotton that they have collected.

In the back of the house, there are many clothes poles, and strips of boiled cloth flutter in the wind, like tassels on clothes.

Anna ties her hair in a silk scarf like a married lady and combs everything in and out of the courtyard—and three other "shops" of similar size.

"Not good! Madame Montagne, the firewood is running out." A little girl with soot on her hair and cheeks hurriedly ran over to look for Anna.

It may have been dust in her eyes, and the little girl rubbed her eyes as she spoke.

"Don't worry, speak slowly." Anna took the little girl to the side, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the latter, and asked patiently, "Why not? Captain Mason didn't bring it last night. Two carts?"

Mason did send two carts of firewood last night, but the woman who was working here secretly took some home.

In fact, everyone doesn't take much, just a handful. But you take a little, I'll take a little, it won't be enough to burn today.

The little girl didn't dare to say it. Anna was very thoughtful, and she probably figured out what was going on.

“They dare not come to me, so let you come?” Anna asked softly.

The little girl nodded.

"It's not your fault." Anna touched the little girl's head: "Go back. I'll solve it."

The little girl obediently left.

Gevodan has also recently implemented a separate camp system for men and women, but it has not been going well. Without Winters, Mason couldn't hold back the gentry and merchants in town.

In desperation, Mason had to settle for the next best thing, and only implemented limited male and female camps among families who came to seek refuge.

So many women and girls live in Mrs. Mitchell's mansion and the Navarre sisters' mansion.

Ana was thinking of Mason when Mason walked in from outside the hospital.

"Mr. Mason." Anna bowed her head.

"Mrs. Montagne." Mason took off his cap.

"Is there Wen..." Anna asked with slightly bright eyes, but she was still a little shy to call Winters by name, so she changed her voice and said, "Is there any news about Mr. Montagne?"

"Sorry, no." Mason shook his head with a hint of apology.

In fact, there is, but Mason couldn't bear to say the words "Winters cross the river, the outcome is unknown", and he would rather wait for the definite result.

Anna's eyes dimmed, she politely requested: "If there is any news, please let me know as soon as possible. Whether it is good or bad."

"Certainly, definitely," Mason answered guiltily, and he changed the subject: "Where's Mrs. Mitchell and Ms. Catherine Jr.?"

Anna felt a little tired—the man would be gone as soon as he left. There was no news either, even though they were very close, they didn't even send a letter back.

She forced a smile: "They're preparing for another fundraiser."

"You guys really helped us a lot." Words: "If it is prepared by the army, I don't know when it will be prepared, and the quality is also uneven. I am unprecedented with a pack of three clean bandages like this."

"Just do what I can. things."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"There are some." Anna recovered herself and returned to the role of Madame Montagne: "Now constrain this The small 'shop' is not manpower, but raw materials and tools. More pots are needed here - four iron pots are no longer enough, and more firewood is needed. The raw materials are also insufficient, and the cloth collected from donations is limited, and it is not long-term. The way..."

Mason took out the notebook and wrote it down while listening, frequently nodding.

"That's all for now." Anna held on to the skirt and bent her knees slightly: "Mr. Mason trouble yourself."

Mason nodded respectfully in return: "It's all I should do. It may be a bit of a hassle with the fabric. The pot and firewood are easy to deal with, I'll send you a few carts first."

With nothing else, Mason said goodbye and left.

Ana looks at the skyline, her thoughts drifting far to the south.

"Where are you?"

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[About bandages]
[The history of bandages is very interesting, wrapping wounds with things to stop bleeding - human beings knew this a long time ago. Originally slivers or tops, sometimes leaves of various plants are also used. After the appearance of fabric, people began to use cloth as a dressing material]
[The ancient Egyptian pharmacopoeia clearly described how to bandage wounds, they used clean unbleached linen to bandage wounds, applied various herbs, and changed bandages regularly. The time limit for changing bandages for each wound has nothing common with each other ]
[The situation was different in ancient Rome, where people wore cotton and linen clothes, but originally wounds were not bandaged with cloth, mainly with various metals and Thin strips made of alloy, which must have copper in it, the ancient Romans believed that copper could stop bleeding]
[Late Roman period, began to return to cloth bandages. And mainly with red cloth. But at that time, I used whatever cloth I had on hand.]
[By the 18th, military doctors began to prepare clean linen cloths in their rucksacks in advance, and housewives who took care of themselves would also prepare a clean cloth strip for daily dressing. Small cuts made during meals or housework.最初是粗麻布，后来发现细棉布更适合包扎伤口]
[至于纱布，要到18th末期才会出现]