Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 395

2022-01-14

Chapter 395 Storm (8)

"Mad! How can there be such a madman!"

On the north bank of the Rose River, the black-faced man's eye socket was completely cracked, and he punched the window bar.

The flames on both sides of the strait were soaring into the sky, and the incoming cavalry ran directly on the frozen river, like the iron current of hell rushing out of the gate of flames.

The ice surface could not withstand the trampling of horses' hoofs, screaming and shattering; there were constantly cavalrymen who dwarfed without warning and disappeared into the undulating waves.

But the speed of the iron flow does not have any hysteresis, but gets faster and faster.

Especially at the forefront.

It was a handsome man in shining silver armor; it was a tall, slender white horse as fast as a shooting star.

The hoofs of the cloud-piercing rock were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the black-faced man's eagle guard and the rioters one by one.

"The First Hundred Men Squad! Shock, go forward!"

Colonel Berne did not care where the reinforcements came from. He caught the enemy's morale being robbed and resolutely threw himself into his command. The only one remaining veteran Hundred Men Squad.

"Shock!" Hundred-Men Commander raised his flag, drew his saber, and took the lead: "Forward!"

The silent Monta soldiers flooded the barricade again like a tide .

There are tigers in front and wolves behind. The rioters who were tearing down doors and windows, moving furniture, and building the next barricade just now in a frenzy are all not knowing what to do, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, someone screamed, jumped off the barricade, threw away their weapons, and fled back into the city.

Others also woke up like a dream.

Even if there were no people who fled on the spot, they all had fear on their faces, and there was no longer the excitement and arrogance of repelling the garrison just now.

The subordinates of the black-faced man tried their best to maintain order, but once the rout started, it could no longer be contained.

The rioters who gathered in St. Peter's and St. John's streets were either lured, coerced, incited, or simply just to vent their lust.

They act like wild bees and ants, acting on instinct rather than rationality.

The black-faced man still wanted to turn the tide, but he didn't have time to give his order, because the cavalry had already reached the battlefield fast as lightning.

The silhouette of the silver-armored white horse in front rushed straight onto the rocky beach, splashing a series of sparks.

A river bank nearly one person high blocked his way, like an impenetrable wall.

I saw the unusually steed white horse let out a high-pitched neigh, curled up its legs, stretched it out, and jumped up, lifting the heavy as if it were light on the riverbank .

Not to mention the rioters behind the barricades, even Colonel Bern and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas were stunned.

"This...I..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas' eyes widened, his face flushed, and he said abruptly, "Whose horse is this? Can you borrow it to match?"

Colonel Berne was furious when he heard this. He was not good at talking about the lieutenant colonel in public, so he simply ignored Thomas, turned around and instructed the messenger: "Bring the communication flag to contact this cavalry and ask them to send someone who can speak."

The messenger received the order, took the green swallowtail flag, and rode to the barricade.

In contrast, the rioters near the barricade have little room to "think about matching".

Because after the silver armored cavalry jumped onto the river bank, they easily jumped over the fence of the houses along the river and rushed directly behind the barricade.

This time, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, the silver-armored cavalry slashed and slashed, and one person and one horse shattered the last bit of order from the thugs.

The gunshots sounded one after another, but the white horse was swift and agile, jumping left and right without slowing down. The lead that came out of the chamber either fell in the air or brushed the silhouette.

There was another gunshot, and the silver armored cavalry, Winters, caught a glimpse of the flash of fire in the alley.

He paused the deflection's channeling and moved towards the general direction of the gunfire and fired two flying arrows. Regardless of whether it was a hit or not, he reactivated the deflection technique, driving Changfeng to continue his rampage.

With a loud bang, Bern's remaining veteran Hundred Men Squad blows up the burning barricades, breaking through the barricades.

The cavalry team left behind by Winters also came ashore from the lower river beach and rushed to the battlefield.

The militiamen from the northern city blocked St. Paul Street from the rear, clumsily brandishing sabres and chanting "surrender to avoid death".

Under the attack from both sides, the rioters who were still arrogant just now, the next moment covered head and sneaked away like a rat, completely revealing the essence of mob. They desperately drilled into the alleys and underpasses, and even jumped down the river and moved towards the opposite bank to escape.

In the chaos, the four heavily armored cavalry cut through the long street desperately and rushed directly in front of the silver armored white horse cavalry.

"You're late." Winters smiled and waved.

Heavy armoured cavalry led by him - Father Kaman - jumped off the saddle angrily, dragged Winters, who was still greeting him, off his horse and pressed him to the ground.

"You don't want to die?!" Kaman roared like thunder: "You don't want to die?!"

Seeing that someone was about to be beaten, the other three quickly pulled the priest away.

Ciel helped Winters up: "Father Kaman means 'what if there is a wizard'? Well, I think what the priest said actually makes sense, you should think about it..."

Although the other two guards didn't speak, their eyes were full of reproach.

Winters was defeated and sincerely apologized: "It won't happen again next time, I promise."

Kaman, who was grabbed by the arms of the two guards, yelled and kicked. Come here: "Is there a fucking next time?!"

......

The north bank of the Rose River.

The black-faced man saw that the manpower arranged on the south bank was defeated like a strong wind scattering the last clouds, but he was helpless.

At the same time, an unknown number of infantry were detouring from upstream to the north shore.

The black-faced man took out a round silver box, opened the lid and glanced at it, and reluctantly and reluctantly gave an order: "Anyway, it has blocked Legion long enough - according to the original plan, we will retreat separately!"

Through a unique communication method, the news is quickly passed to all Eagle Guards.

In a house on the shore, a swordsman received an order to retreat and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed the one-handed man beside him.

The One-Handed Man is a notorious pickpocket leader in the Old Town of Steelcastle, and he has seven of his men on the barricades on the South Bank.

After killing the one-handed man, the swordsman pulled out the belongings in the man's arms, arranged everything as if the spoils were not evenly divided, and then threw the torch into the corner and quickly exited the house.

Similar things happened in other places at the same time, and only after clearing the connector, the swordsmen left.

However, someone came sooner than they expected.

The hurried and fast sound of hoofs echoed in the valley, the black-faced man stopped to listen, and was shocked to find that the sound of hoofs did not come from the west, but from the east!

East? The garrison outside Steel Castle has no cavalry!
But ears don't lie, there is a squid of cavalry moving towards them galloping from St. John's Street.

After briefly weighing the pros and cons, the black-faced man resolutely gave up riding the horse and fled into the courtyard of the roadside residents.

But the visitor had seen him, and he had seen the visitor: the slender-necked warhorse was blowing hot air, and the slightly curved saber flashed a dim blue light.

"Stop!" The comer was shouted from a distance.

The black-faced man ran into the yard without looking back, knocked open the door, and rushed to the backyard.

The rider behind him again surprised him, not chasing the easier prey, but following him without the slightest hesitation.

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South Bank of the Rose River.

The rioters blocking the garrison from entering the city have been routed, and the soldiers in the front are in full swing to demolish the barricades and level the burning houses to clear the way for the large army to march.

"Don't waste your time!" Colonel Bern waved his hand and pointed to the Rose River and ordered: "Since the offal on the bank is gone, then go straight to the city through the river."

" I'm afraid it's not safe to walk directly on the river." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was cautious by nature, he suggested: "How about sending sappers to remove some planks from the house and lay them on ice?"

The colonel glared and pointed ahead. Shadowy cavalry: "Those guys dare to walk on ice, what are we afraid of?"

But he also has his own way of coping. When calling the Hundred-Men Commander to arrange the sequence of actions, he also stuffed the demolition and the plank into the order - as a secondary instruction.

The Hundred-Men Commanders had just finished their assignments, and the messenger sent to contact the strange cavalry came back, and came with two well-armored riders, one of whom was the prancing horse who landed. "Silver Armor White Horse".

The silver cavalry galloped up to Colonel Bern, neither dismounting nor taking off their helmets, but raised their hands in salute.

"Sir." He laughed loudly and asked loudly, "How is my cavalry?"

The Monta officers present were stunned.

Colonel Bern's brows were tightly knitted and then slowly unwinding.

The flag-bearer behind the colonel couldn't hold it back, but just as he was about to speak a lesson to this rude fellow, the colonel spoke one step ahead of him.

"Your cavalry?" the colonel also asked with a smile.

"Yes, mine."

Bern looked at the regrouping cavalry team and saw several familiar faces, he pointed at the cavalry team: "That's not all. Is it a Steelcastle man?"

"The saber looks at the blade, and the cavalry is in command." The silver armored man replied in high spirits: "They follow me, naturally they are my cavalry."

"Fuck!" Colonel Bern laughed loudly, looked at Chang Feng, and asked, "This one is much stronger than the one you rode last time. What? This is the one you want to give me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas's ears instantly perked up.

"This is not good, this is my spills of war." Winters said cheerfully: "The other horses are up to you."

The long storm roared violently Hissing, seems to be dissatisfied with the term "spoils of war".

Charle, who had followed Winters over, was also surprised.

Charle pulled on the reins, letting the eyes of all the Montans out of the way, pointing behind him, imitating Winters' tone, and arrogantly said with a little drake's voice: "Other horses! !"

While speaking, a militiaman ran quickly to Winters' side and asked loudly for instructions: "According to your order, the platoon has been reorganized, it should be 147 people, and it will be 111. Thirteen people, the report is over! Please give an order, sir!"

"You pick twenty people." Winters gave the order succinctly: "Take them back the way they came, gather and rescue them from falling horses and traps. Ice wounded."

"Yes! Captain Berne!" The militiamen raised their hands in salute, whipped their whip and left.

Waiting for Winters to turn around again, he was surprised to find that the eyes of several Monta officers present had all changed.

"Uh... your son? Why never heard of you? Don't you only have two daughters?" Lieutenant Colonel Thomas stared at the Shining Armor and couldn't help asking the colonel, "Nephew?"

"Isn't that right?" Colonel Bern waved his hand and greeted Winters with a smile: "Son (boy)! Come here and say hello to you, Thomas Uncle. Just in time, he has something else for you to do. Help."

Luckily Winters was wearing a helmet, so no one could see him.

What high-spirited and vigorous, what valiant and formidable looking, all disappeared.

After being urged again by Colonel Bern, Winters stiffly rolled over and dismounted, walked over to the colonel and lieutenant colonel's horses, and saluted, "I have something to ask you two for help too."

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"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas was still thinking about breeding, and he wished little Bernite asked: "My business is simple, if you have anything, you can talk first."

"Talk to Many of the Beicheng militiamen I came to support were lost in the glacier." Winters spoke quickly: "I have sent people to find them, but I am afraid it is not enough. Please also send some people, it is best to draw them out now. Settling point, ready to receive the wounded."

"No problem." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas agreed, and with great efficiency, he found a Hundred-Men Commander and an engineer officer to assign tasks on the spot.

The roadblocks were leveled and the road was clear. Legion's Hundred Men Squad marched towards the city in an orderly manner according to the instructions.

Colonel Berne glanced at the spire of the Elin church in the fire, and asked Winters: "You came out of the city, how is the city?"

"It's bad."

"Any suggestions?"

Winters was particularly reluctant to speak, so he kept his words concise: "Stop the chaos, put out the fire."

The sparse sound of horses' hoofs came from the other side, and three The cavalry first descended with difficulty to the beach, then cautiously crossed the glacier and ran towards where Winters was.

"Stop!" A Monta soldier ordered: "Report your identity!"

The three cavalry ignored him and moved towards Winters.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and without Colonel Bern's order, a team of lancers had already attacked and went to intercept the riders.

By the firelight, Winters recognized the shape of the three cavalrymen and their warhorses, just as the other recognized his size and Changfeng.

Winters immediately said, "Don't be nervous, it's mine."

Hundred-Men Commander looked towards Colonel Bern.

The colonel is a little nodded.

After a few passwords, the attacking lances returned to the queue.

The three cavalrymen boarded the river bank after a while, and saw that Winters and several Monta officers seemed to be getting along very closely. out every cent.

After a quick assessment of the situation, Pierre decided to be prudent, not to talk nonsense, not to call him, and to get straight to the point, so as to avoid extraneous issues.

"Don't speak for a while." Pierre turned his head and whispered to his two companions.

The two guards who followed were nodded for unknown reasons.

Pierre took a deep breath, walked slowly to Winters and Colonel Bern, and after nodded saluted, he pushed a tightly bound man off the horse's back: "The living mouth caught on the other side. , look sneaky."

Winters glanced at the man lying on the ground moaning with a red face.

[Work hard to pay off your debts! (Insufficient confidence)]
[About Winters' current tactics]

["Heavy armored sorcerer cavalry rampage and disrupt the enemy's formation", this unique and unmatched combat method is Winters in Qingqiu The valuable experience summed up after the war]
[Because the battlefield is too chaotic, the ability of the sorcerer is limited, and there is no time to kill one by one. So Winters only needs to pierce a little bit as an awl to destroy the enemy's organization, and the rest can naturally be done by his subordinate's saber]
[Also, during the Battle of Qingqiu, Winters briefly entered [doing two things at the same time] - the "realm" of using multiple spells at the same time. But after the Battle of Qingqiu, no matter how much he practiced and tried, he could no longer touch the threshold of doing two things at the same time]
[Therefore, Winters still "can only use one spell at a time"]
[The focus of his daily training is also "casting conversion", that is, switching to spells quickly and smoothly, and compressing the time for switching spells]
[Before in Gervodin, he always played "shooting" A stone, and then use Decomposition Spell to smash it", which is an exercise of "transformation"]
[Including using spells in chatting, doing other things, and also practicing "using conventional weapons while casting spells" Skills]
[The above content was originally written after "Winters rushing through the crowd", but it felt that it would destroy the smoothness of the narrative; it is a pity to delete it all. So put it on the author's words, add it.> (end of chapter)