Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 307

2021-05-05

Chapter 307 Luck
West wind howling, people screaming and horses neighing, militias with stiff steps and soldiers laden with supplies The carriages poured into the small town of Sank from all directions from the west.

It seems that there is a huge vortex invisibly, which gathers all the manpower and material resources of Iron Peak County here.

There is no doubt that the church of the monastery in the town of Sank is located in the center of vortex.

A statue of Holy Mother with drooping eyes stands above the church door, silently watching people with sharp knives walking in and out.

"Lieutenant Bud, the village chief of Bainiu Village in Xiaoshi Town said that the amount of dry food distributed to them is not enough."

"The ration of Bainiu Village was increased yesterday."

"He said still not enough..."

"Sergeant Roland!"

"In!"

"With roster and The military police will go to the Bainiu Village station and count the number of people."

"Yes!"

"Report!" The guard hurriedly entered the church: "Another one came from Wangqiao Town Team!"

"Mr Mersin!"

"Your Excellency?"

"The new team from Wangqiao Town invites you and Theodore The cultivator is responsible for counting and registering."

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency."

The baggage needs to be stored, processed, and distributed, the militia needs to be sent to various places on the front, and there must be food, Have a drink and a place to stay.

If it wasn't for Bard's support, the Tiefeng County army would have been overwhelmed by logistics.

The headquarters is no longer a "Winters · Montagne plus a few messengers" configuration, it inevitably becomes large, because Bard recruits all the civilians and soldiers who can read and write and can count.

Bard sits in the copy room of the monastery, and intelligence and information are continuously sent into the copy room, followed by instructions and orders to go everywhere.

The clerks were surprised to find that even the smallest matters, as long as they were reported to the Bard Tribune, the latter could recall them when needed.

Therefore, Bard never issued general instructions. Each of his orders would be issued to the specific executor, and he would clearly tell the other party what he had to do, leaving no room for the executor to shirk the blame.

The clerks were both in awe and exhaustion.

Bard seemed to have endless energy. He waved his invisible long whip and drove his clerks at all levels to move forward like a horse.

The headquarters is in operation like this, and the personnel and materials gathered in the town of Sanke are registered in an orderly manner, and then uniformly deployed to the most urgently needed places.

There is also a small episode: centralized office and a lot of writing work indirectly lead to the acceptance of graphite strips.

There were still some old-school people who insisted on using quill pens, because the graphite strips were not very clear and were easily scratched.

But soon, even the clergy of the monastery were silently replaced with roped graphite bars.

For no other reason, graphite bars are so convenient. With a feather pen, you have to use sand to dry up the ink, and the graphite strip can be sent directly after writing.

With Bard supporting the logistics, Winters can devote all of their energy to the war effort.

Most of the time, Winters is out of St.K.

He roamed the battlefield, talking to the militias on the front lines, and even personally scouting into the Terdon-controlled areas.

He hardly uses his knees and boot spurs, but keeps swinging his whip.

For this reason, Ciel specially prepared many slave horses, and if any horse was about to be exhausted, he would replace it immediately.

After learning that the dam had been raided, Winters rushed to Oxhoof Valley as soon as possible.

At this moment, he was on the banks of the Big Horn, and in front of him was the dam that was being moved towards the opposite bank.

The night before, the Turdun cavalry raided the construction site on the south bank, killed some civilians and burned some timber, and was repelled by Tamas and his troops.

"It will be exposed when it is exposed, and it cannot be hidden. The key is speed and time." Winters leaned on his cane and asked Samukin and Tamas seriously, "How much time do you need?"

Samukin bit his lip and answered determinedly: "Three days! If the repair is not completed after three days, you will kill me!"

"Three days are not enough." Winters calmly rejected Samukin's assurance: "Based on your current progress, it will take at least five days. Considering the process of storing water, it may take a week or even ten days."

Samukin Jin lowered his head.

"Re-camp at the South Shore construction site." Winters gave the order directly to First Company Commander Tamas: "Bring your men down."

"Yes!" Tamas Answer without the slightest hesitation.

Tamas' camp is located in the pass between Niusho Valley and Forge Township, with Tiefeng in the east and Dajiao River in the west. The terrain is difficult to defend and difficult to attack.

The reason why Winters placed the most elite 1st Company and Auxiliary Militia there was to prevent the Terdon people from going west of the Iron Peak and into the Oxhoof Valley.

Although re-establishing the village at the location of the dam can protect the dam site, the terrain here is too low and it is not conducive to defense.

Winters touched the long arm of the company and nodded slightly and> without saying any more nonsense: "Three and four to strengthen you."

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"I'll give you some more people."

Samukin lifted the head violently.

"It can be repaired slowly." Winters tapped his cane lightly: "But the dam must be maintained."

Seeing that Samukin was a little puzzled, Winters didn't answer the riddle: " As long as the dam exists, the back road of the Terdun people is threatened. The dam progresses slowly, and at most it is impossible to cut off the enemy's back path.

If the Terdun people retreat, the siege of Gervoudan will self-solve. But If the dam fails, the people of Teltown will come and go freely and always have the initiative."

"So the dam must not fail." Winters looked stern: "Do you understand?"

Tamas was heavily nodded, and Samukin gritted his teeth and replied: "Yes!"

"Since the dam is exposed, the competition here must be cruel." Winters drew on the beach with a cane Draw a rough map and explain carefully to the two most important subordinates: "I will launch a feint in the direction of Shengke Town to share the pressure on you here."

In the inner circle, the Burners are laying siege to Gervoudin;

Outer circle, Winters' troops are gradually taking control of the roads around Geroudin.

The initiative is temporarily in the hands of the fire roaster. He can choose to fight, he can choose to walk, and he can also choose to attack Rewardan.

Winters is passive, as his troops have little field capability and are far less mobile than the swift-moving Turdun cavalry.

But holding hands has never been Winters' style, and "strive for initiative without initiative" is Winters' motto.

There are two strategies for Winters to seize the initiative:
First, threaten the retreat of the Teltown people. Once the pontoon bridge is destroyed, the Teltown people will have to work hard if they don’t want to;

Second, guard the traffic arteries around Gervoudan, advance step by step, and constantly compress the space for the people of Terden.

As long as the Winters' siege is in place, the Teltowners will be trapped in a narrow area on the south bank of the St. George River.

At that point, the situation will turn into a re-enactment of the Battle of the Pangtuo River, and Winters can slowly strangle the burners to death.

But at present, the dam has not been completed and the surrounding net is still broken, and the Teltown people still hold the initiative.

The fire-boiler also seems to smell danger.

Telltown cavalry took small roads and passed through old forests, doing everything possible to circumvent the blockade, and frantically plunged into the rear of the defense line.

Their intention is obvious - to cut off the Winters supply line and strangle the army of Sank.

In response, Winters set up garrison stations to protect supply lines, and used cavalry against cavalry.

The Tordons broke the raid, and the Winters fought back. The Teltowns robbed and slaughtered the militia convoys, and the Winters' cavalry specifically intercepted the Teltown light cavalry.

The war has a trend of moving towards the evolution of the war of attrition. Winters looked at the summary casualty report, and his mood became more and more depressed, but he never wavered.

Watching the Bighorn River flow slowly downstream around the unfinished dam, Winters sighed softly: "Please thank Morrow Senior for me."

"Yes. "Samukin seriously nodded.

Winters had met Captain Moreau several times during the construction of the Netherworld River Bridge, and he vaguely remembered each other as a dashing, witty Senior who was always surrounded by a circle of colleagues.

But the friendship between the two is not deep, because Morrow was born in the artillery department and is many years older than Winters.

Morrow refused to meet Winters, and Winters didn't force it.

A green-helmed tassel galloped down the hill with a letter with red diagonal stripes.

The red diagonal stripes mean that the content is most urgent.

Winters lifted the lacquer seal, scanned the contents, and handed the letterhead to two of his subordinates.

Samukin hesitated for a moment, but did not reach out, letting Tamas take it first. Tamas didn't reach out either, because he couldn't read.

“Wait until the battle is over, and then learn slowly.” Winters laughed and put away the envelope: “The people of Tordun have attacked the city.”

 …

The siege of Gervodin kicked off with an artillery bombardment.

In winter, the weather is cold and freezing, and the soil work is more difficult and requires a lot of manpower.

The Winters can recruit the militia, but there is no recruiting around Gervoudan, because the common people have already taken refuge in the city.

Therefore, the progress of the trenching project by the Terdun people was not smooth. After five days of digging, the front end of the trench was still more than 60 meters away from the city wall, and there was no time to reach the road parallel to the city wall. direction expansion.

Perhaps they wanted to put more pressure on Gervodin to lure Saint Ke Town to attack; they might simply plan to attack Gervodin.

In any case, the Teltown people abandoned the strategy of not working hard and launched a real attack on the city wall.

The four artillery pieces were lined up, firing solid shells at the firing tower behind the city wall and the arrow fort on the city wall.

Many militiamen had never seen a cannon fire, and stuck their heads out from behind the city wall to watch the excitement.

Mason put his left hand on his knee and sat on the floor with his back against the city wall, listening carefully to the roar of his second-hand daughter.

The four artillery pieces were fired in sequence at regular intervals, which meant that the Terdon people knew how to use the artillery in groups.

And the people of Teltown were lucky enough to hit the shooting tower without calibrating the second shot.

The arrow shield of the shooting tower was broken, and the sharp sawdust flew around with the sound of the impact, and the militiamen who had just been happily watching the firing were scared and hid behind the wall.

Mason remained unmoved, he had already given an order: before the enemy approached the city wall, the shooter was not allowed to go to the shooting tower in advance.

The third shell flew over the city wall, and the fourth shell directly hit the city wall. The shell sank deep into the wall, and the floating soil on the surface of the city wall slid into the trench.

"The angle is still not enough to deflect the shells—and didn't expect the people of Teltown to have artillery." Mason counted in his heart and ordered the sergeant beside him: "Go up to the firing tower."

"Huh?"

"The Teltown people's artillery is still reloading, you can't hit you if you go up and down quickly." Mason explained helplessly to the sergeant who was first fighting: "I don't think the cannonball hit the right one. Wear, you go up and bring the shells to me."

The sergeant was suspicious and went reluctantly.

Mason patiently counted the clocks to see how often the Teltowners could fire.

Reload speed is a better indicator of a gunner's skill than accuracy - provided, of course, that the cannon doesn't blow up.

About six minutes later, there were four more thunders. A six-minute round shot, the reload speed is a bit slow.

As for the performance of the six-pounder, Mason knew very well: 3 minutes or 4 minutes for a round of shooting is relatively normal, and a skilled artillery crew may not be able to do it for a round of two minutes.

The second round shot, the Tordon artillery didn't explode.

Six or seven minutes passed, and four thunders sounded in sequence again, but there was still no explosion.

The city fortifications of Gervodin were designed to resist the onslaught of cavalry. Therefore, the façade of the city wall is relatively steep, and the cannonball hits on it can "get hard".

The Teltown people are not random, and their twelve shots are always aimed at an Arrow Fort.

Continuously hit by external forces, Arrow Fort was smashed to a corner, and a large piece of soil collapsed into the trench.

Although the wall is still intact, Turdun's artillery has proven that they are capable of threatening the city wall.

Mason sighed, took out the handkerchief, and wiped the dirt on his face.

The sergeant picked up the cannonball and gave it to Mason as if taking credit: "Your Excellency, don't mention how dangerous it is just now..."

Mason took the cannonball, weighed it, and revealed A slight smile: "Iron cannonball."

The sergeant and the surrounding militia do not know why.

"In the great wasteland, iron is the same currency as gold and silver, and Teltown calls it 'dark money'. The Teltown people are now hitting us with money." Mason patiently gave himself The nearby militia explained the proven mystery:

"If it's a stone cannonball, it means that the Teldun people are well prepared. But they are using iron now - the Teldun people did not cast iron cannonballs These iron cannonballs should have been abandoned on wasteland by the expeditionary army, and use one less and one less.”

A group of militiamen suddenly realized.

Mason flipped over to check the cannonball, trying to find something like an inscription, but couldn't find it.

He threw the cannonball on the ground casually: "I estimate that in a while, the people of Teltown will use small stones as shotguns and switch to close-range shooting tactics."

The militiamen seem to understand nodded, whispering in whispers.

"Then we're just going to be bombarded?" A tall and thin young sergeant asked boldly, "Your Excellency?"

"Of course not." Mason smiled confidently "We have to teach them a lesson too."

How to teach each other a lesson? Mason had a bold idea - to concoct it.

A three-generation wooden gun was pushed up against the wall, and Mason gently patted the gun body as if encouraging.

This was the best quality three-generation wooden gun he had on hand, firing a solid round about four pounds.

Three generations of wooden guns are wrapped with leather ropes and iron hoops on the outside of the wrought iron pipe, and finally fixed with wood.

From the design point of view, its function is to fire shotguns, but it is not impossible to hit solid bullets.

Mason stretched his arms and pinned his thumbs. According to his estimation, the guns in Tertown were about 100 meters from the city wall - that's why the artillery was so accurate that it rarely missed. .

The four artillery pieces were lined up, and the artillery bunkers were built with planks.

If Mason was the attacker, he wouldn't have pushed the guns that close. One hundred meters, it has entered the killing range of the shotgun.

The plank can withstand the matchlock gun and maybe the rainstorm of the shotgun, but the opponent obviously didn't take into account the probability of the defender's cannonball - it's more likely that someone was deliberately giving it to the defender. leave a chance.

It took Mason a long time to adjust the angle, and then the loading process: gunpowder, wooden backing board, cotton batt, and hemp batt are stuffed into the barrel in turn.

To disperse the crowd of militiamen, Mason nodded signaled that his subordinates could put in cannonballs.

The vicious man with the red birthmark on his face spat twice in his palm, picked up an iron spoon and took out a red-hot cannonball from the stove.

There were several exclamations from the crowd, and then the militiamen understood why they were not allowed to stand nearby to watch.

A faintly flaming four-pounder was loaded into the barrel, and Mason lit the gunpowder with a long rod, and quickly retreated into the distance.

With a "hong" sound, the gun body shook violently and was pushed away from its original position.

Crimson fireballs shot out of the muzzle, drawing a graceful arc in the air with the hope of victory.

Then it flew over the head of the Terden people's artillery group under the watchful eyes of everyone, landed slowly in the distance, jumped a few times, and finally fell silent - hit the distance.

The huge gap made the militiamen unconsciously let out a lament of disappointment.

Mason remained unmoved, he reset the gun first, then adjusted the angle with the plumb line, loaded and fired again.

The second shot didn't hit, and the shell landed early, jumped a few times and then stopped - it was close.

Some militiamen couldn't help but whispered: "Is Mason really good?"

There are also veterans who testified for the tribune confidently: "You know what? We used to During the battle, Captain Mason missed the first three shots, and the fourth shot was a direct hit! This is called artillery! Test firing, understand?"

Mason was busy adjusting the shooting angle with the plumb line , did not hear what other militias had to say. Even if he heard it, it was difficult for him to explain to the other party.

He is indeed shooting in school.

The first shot, he deliberately let the cannonball fall farther;
The second shot, he changed the cannonball to fall close;

Then just The correct shooting angle can be calculated from the landing point and shooting angle of the two shots.

Ballistics is an esoteric subject. Although there are only some empirical formulas that can be used at present, it is by no means something that the well-developed and simple-minded muscles of the infantry and cavalry can learn—— Mason thought a little proudly.

Of course, theoretical calculations are one thing, and actual combat requires a little luck...a little bit.

The third shot, bearing Mason's hope, shot at the most accurate preset angle, but still missed.

The cannonball screeched out of the barrel and landed at the far point.

It's a little bit different from the calculation, in theory this shot should land close even if it misses.

Undaunted, Mason continued to correct.

Fourth, fifth, and sixth rounds, none of them hit.

There were fine beads of sweat on Mason's forehead, the militiamen onlookers were already feeling a little bored, and the people of Teltown became even more numb.

When the defenders attacked for the first time, the Terdun people were taken aback, and Qing Lingyu, who was in charge of the battle, hurriedly ordered his troops to protect the artillery with planks.

After taking a few rounds of shooting, Qing Lingyu, who was supervising the battle, found that the two-legged man's artillery was sloppy, and the shells were flying everywhere, and the gunners were not as accurate as his slave gunners.

Qingling Yu simply ignored the harassment of the two-legged man and concentrated on bombarding Arrowhead Castle.

The defenders fired six shells, not even hitting a horse's tail.

During this process, Qing Lingyu's artillery fired three rounds, but the overwhelming majority all hit the wall of Arrow Fort.

"It's the artillery." After the seventh missed shot, Mason wiped the sweat from his forehead and said seriously to the old man with the red birthmark on his face: "These wooden cannons haven't been drilled. The inner tube is too rough, and the trajectory of the cannonball is irregular."

"That's it." The red birthmark man was nodded expressionlessly - because the birthmark on his face was too terrifying, there was nothing in him normally. Expression: "The barrel of the gun is very hot, do you want to cool it first?"

"Bring the oil and cool it down." Mason looked all around, and inadvertently met the complicated eyes of the militiamen, he couldn't help sighed: "It's really a problem with the artillery."

"That's it." The man with the red birthmark, nodded, left the gun emplacement to get the cooling oil.

Mason took out a roll of papyrus and began to write and count again.

When the militiamen saw this, they returned to their posts, and many were still talking in a low voice when they left.

Everyone has given up hope for the tribune's artillery skills, but fortunately, after some tossing, the defending militiamen are also somewhat desensitized to the artillery - anyway, the formidable power is like this, and it's not very powerful. of.

"The use of artillery by the Teltown people is still very primary level." Mason recorded: "The advantage of the six-pounder is that it is lightweight and can be moved at any time with the gun carriage. But the Teltown people have The six-pounder gun was placed on a fixed position and used as a heavy siege artillery, voluntarily giving up the advantage of mobility..."

As Mason wrote the calculations, he observed and recorded the impact points.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, his pupils dilated sharply, and the graphite bar in his hand "Pa" was snapped.

Before Mason could pick up a new one, he picked up half a graphite bar and quickly calculated and sketched, his lips pursing tighter and tighter.

The red birthmarked man brought his subordinates to take out the grease, and after cooling the barrel of the gun, he didn't dare to bother when he saw that the old officer was fascinated by sliding the graphite strip on the straw paper.

The red birthmark man and the other gunners waited silently.

"Eureka! Eureka!!!" Mason jumped up suddenly, Fiercely threw the last small piece of graphite on the ground, said with a big smile: "Ang Si! This time Double charge!"

Anse, nicknamed "The Devil" because of the huge red birthmark on his face, rarely questioned the old commander's order: "Double charge, it will explode."

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[Note: Birthmarks are considered to be the devil's kiss, and black birthmarks on women are considered to be the R-head that nurtures the devil]
"Then try a half-charge first." Mason immediately began to give Artillery sets new firing angles.

"I'll set the fire." Demon Anse said nothing.

The maximum range of a gun at a forty-five degree angle is the experience of gunners.

Mason no longer chose to hit the opponent's shooting angle directly as before, instead, he chose a smaller shooting angle.

After reloading, the demon Anse took the ignition rod and lit the gunpowder with a blank expression.

Extra half of the gunpowder for a higher unloading speed.

The fiery cannonballs burst forth, flying towards the gun emplacements of the Teldun with unprecedented formidable power.

Although the militiamen don't understand artillery, they probably understand what's going on after reading it a few times.

"It's getting close," thought the quick-responding militia subconsciously.

It's really close, there's still some distance from the gun emplacement, and the cannonball has already hit the ground heavily.

Blue Feather Laughed heartily overseeing the battle next to the artillery.

But for a moment, his smile froze on his face.

The high-speed cannonball didn't sink into the dirt. Instead, the cannonball bounced off the ground and moved towards the front gliding again.

Time seemed to freeze in this brief moment, and Turden Qingling Yu watched in horror as the cannonballs flew straight towards him in a jumping gesture.

Qingling Yu wanted to dodge, but the shells were faster.

Darkred's high-temperature cannonball directly hit Qing Lingyu's left leg, forcibly smashing the latter's left leg from the knee.

A certain moment, the surrounding prisoner gunners seemed to hear the "zhi zhi" sound of barbecue, and then they really smelled the smell of barbecue - the skinny prisoners saliva subconsciously.

Only then did they hear the screams of the Qingling Feather barbarian.

The artillery shells were like floating in water, landing and rebounding several times and flew into the crowd. Whether it was the siege side or the defender side, everyone was stunned.

"What kind of luck is this?!" The defending militiamen were first surprised, and then began to applaud desperately.

"What kind of luck is this?!" The Teltown people watching the game also startedled.

The demon Anse quickly figured out what it was all about: it was freezing cold and no rain, the soil was hard, and the projectiles were shot at a small angle and at high speed, and they could bounce off instead of sinking into the ground. inside.

But the demon Anse still had a hard time believing that this was a "man-made" shooting,

His eyebrows were slightly raised, his expression was a little surprised, and he looked towards him inquiringly. old sir.

"Good luck, I didn't expect to be able to hit the first time." Mason scratched his head sadly, his cheeks were a little hot: "It seems that you hit who? Next, try twice Charge?"

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The artillery battle of Gervodan ended with a win and loss.

On the other side, Winters had two guests.

The first guest claimed to be a slave who had escaped from the Turtletown Department with important information.

Don't claim the second guest, he called Lucky Gold, who brought good luck to the Winters - and that's exactly what the Winters needed.

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