Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 210 Finale (Part 2)

   "Retake the Southern Highland fort, tonight. If you win, you will live, if you don't, you will die."

   This is the general's order.

  The west wind passed through the tent with a wild laugh, and the chill swept across everyone's back.

   "Has the Southern Highland fort been taken back?"

   No one answered, and the Southern Highland fort was still in the hands of the White Lion.

   "Take a break." Sackler's tone was unmistakable: "Your mission is still to retake the Southern Highland Fortress."

   After saying that, the general turned around and left.

   Colonel Laszlo was shot in the right leg. He sat on a three-legged chair and filled his pipe with a blank face, as if it had nothing to do with him.

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Lieutenant Colonel Custer looked ashen, but did not speak.

  The tent was as silent as death.

   A hoarse voice sounded from behind Sackler: "The artillery has been destroyed, I destroyed it myself."

General    ignored him, didn't stop, just walked out.

  So many people threw their lives on the mountain, climbed up the wall like ants in the rain of bullets, and fought in the corridors too tight to turn around.

   "I used molten iron." Winters tried his best to suppress his emotions, his body was shaking: "The white lion can't even put cannonballs in."

  The family background of the military, ten years of military school education, and one and a half years of military life made Winters Montagne an "institutionalized" person.

  No one sees it more clearly than Antonio Seretti: Military schools built to imitate the structure of a monastery eventually cultivate batches of "ascetic monks" and "mad believers".

   Winters had little idea what the world outside the military was like. From the moment the quack landed, he was placed into the system.

   Loyalty, responsibility, execution of orders, respect for superiors... Obedience to authority is almost baked into his bones.

   That's why he fought so "hard" for the Palatine Republic - he didn't even realize it.

   An institutionalized person doesn't really care who the order comes from, as long as someone gives the order.

  Being part of a larger whole—an act that subconsciously gave him an irreplaceable sense of security, because it was his life from childhood to adulthood.

   It is not that the Praetian army needs Winters-Montagne, but that Winters-Montagne needs the army.

  He is like a sapling. From the beginning of the shoot, it is put into a mold, tied with ropes, and grows and extends in a predetermined direction.

   But human beings have limits, and there are also institutionalized people.

   The taut strings snapped off one by one, and the faces of the dead warriors appeared before Winters.

   They did not die for Plato, much less for Sackler. They believed in him and loved him, and it was for him that they risked their lives to fight the barbarian, and they died for him.

  Winters pulled out his saber and shouted angrily at the general's back: "What the **** do you want me to do! Just for that bastard! All my people are going to die there! All of them are going to die there!"

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert immediately reached out and grabbed Winters. His tongue was hurt and he couldn't speak, and he made a vague "woohoo" anxiously.

Lieutenant Colonel   Custer also grabbed Winters' other arm: "Presumptuous! You...you're drunk!"

   "Don't be impulsive!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska on the marching couch stretched his arms in vain into the darkness, trying to stop Winters.

  Colonel Laszlo lit his pipe by the oil lamp, drooping his eyelids and smoking slowly.

   "Philpotter! Mihaly! Salter..." The names of the dead were called out by Winters one by one.

  Sekler, who had already stepped out of the tent with one leg, stopped. He stood silently for two or three seconds, then suddenly turned and walked back to Winters.

   He looked directly into the second lieutenant's eyes and asked coldly, "Do I need to tell you about my deployment?"

   "Fuck you!!" Winters struggled desperately, anger burning in his eyes.

  Custer and Robert were staggered by him, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert unscrewed his saber.

   "Winters! Don't be impulsive! Don't be like that!" Lieutenant Colonel Jesska was almost begging. No, it is a pleading.

   Sackler slowly wiped the spit from his face, and said surprisingly: "The bridge is actually open!"

Everyone in the tent, including Winters, was taken aback.

"The bridge deck is less than 30 meters away from the other side of the river. Lieutenant Colonel Elek (engineer) came up with a way to rigidly fix the pontoon to the frontmost bridge pile for the first 15 meters. After 10 meters, send someone to the opposite bank to pull it. The cable is fixed. The last five meters, the water went directly through." Sellek looked at the others in the tent and said word by word: "Besides me, Arpad and Lieutenant Colonel Elek, you are the only ones who know about this. people."

   Lieutenant Colonel Custer whispered: "Since the bridge has been opened, why not go?"

"Can you go?!" Sackler shouted: "The Hurd people are staying outside the camp, can they go?! The White Lion has come to at least 30,000 reinforcements, and the three major tribes are connected to the following tribes to 'make the firstborn son'. Tell me, why hasn't he launched a general attack?"

   Bu Lao’s subordinate replied, Sackler reprimanded sharply: “Because he is just waiting for the moment the bridge is opened! There are retreats in front, and chasing troops in the back. If the white lions don’t work hard, we will be defeated!”

   This truth is too straightforward for Winters to refute.

  The bridge is hope and the spiritual pillar of the Paratus people fighting against the water.

   But if the bridge is really opened, it will not be a last-ditch battle, but a "surrounding three ques and one".

  Waiting for the Paratus will not be "escape", but "halfway being hit".

In front of    are tens of thousands of vicious barbarians, behind which there is the only way to survive. As long as a person throws down his weapon and runs away, the heart of the army will collapse like a domino.

Sackler's tone was cold: "I want you to take back the southern highland fortress, not only for the artillery, but also to cut off the enemy's vision and clear the Hurd people in the trench. Occupy the southern highland, the enemy has a clear view of the camp, we do They know everything. Tell me, can you go?"

   No one can answer this question.

Sackler's speech was getting faster and faster: "When you attack, Arpad will lead another force to clear the enemy who are attacking the main camp, and the North High Fortress will also dispatch a large group to strengthen you. A squadron of hussars I have already crossed the river downstream by boat. As soon as your battle starts, I will send someone to build the bridge.

  I want you to attract the attention of the Hurds, and the time difference to fight the white lion. Let him think we're still fighting for the fort, let him think the bridge isn't fixed. Three hours! Within three hours, everyone will have to cross the river!

   Victory is alive! Win or die! You think I'm talking nonsense? The army has fought for hundreds of miles, and less than half of the people can still lift a knife. When you bleed, others don't? ! "

   Silence, only silence in the tent.

   "Remove his position! If you don't want to go, you don't need him! Laszlo, the Jessica brigade is assigned to you!"

After   , Sackler turned to leave, this time he didn't look back.

  …

   After a short rest, a small amount of troops were replenished, and the raiding force that had just returned to the main camp attacked again.

   This time they did not go straight to the southern highlands, but detoured to the northwest first.

   There they will join forces with Bodur's group and attack the southern highland fort.

   Meanwhile, another force was gathering outside the north wall of the main camp, led by Arpad.

   They would attack the flanks of the enemy who were attacking the southern wall of the camp, repelling these enemies and preventing them from supporting the southern highland fort.

   A silver-grey horse slowly walked out of the night.

  Angelo led Qiangyun to Winters, and the horse snorted happily when he saw his master.

   After he got close, Qiang Yun twitched his nose unhappily, obviously he didn't like the smell of blood on Winters.

  Winters wanted to feed Qiangyun a sugar cube. After rummaging for a while, he suddenly remembered that he didn't bring a sugar bag.

   "Did you bring any candy?" Winters asked Anglo.

   "Candy?" Anglo looked around for a long time with wide eyes, and said apologetically, "I didn't bring it today."

   "Stop being coquettish." Winters patted Qiangyun's side neck and began to check the harness.

   He adjusted the chest strap so that it was tight and tight; checked the underside of the saddle carefully so that no straw was left; patiently smoothed the skin where the fork and the saddle came into contact without leaving a single wrinkle.

   Lieutenant Colonel Custer rode his black warhorse over. Lieutenant Colonel dismounted next to Winters and praised Qiang Luck: "It's a really good horse. It's a pity to fall into the hands of your infantry department."

   Winters was too lazy to pay any attention to Custer.

  Custer was not annoyed, and asked again, "Didn't Sackler say you don't have to go?"

   "I'm **** willing!" Winters pushed back with anger.

"Yeah, if you don't go, your people will die more." Custer let out a haha ​​and started talking about business: "Sekler said he would dismiss you as a fart. This time you are the reserve team. , we are pioneers."

   "What the hell?" Winters asked with his eyes.

"What that guy Laszlo means is that if we can win, you follow up. If we've finished, you can justifiably withdraw." Custer said nonchalantly: "Plato and the barbarians are fighting, and we can't always let it go. You're a Veneta man in the limelight."

   Winters did not speak.

  Custer wanted to leave, but suddenly turned his head and asked, "You kid always squinted at me, do you still remember the revenge of the whip at Wolf Town?"

  At Mitchell Manor, Custer hit Winters for no reason. Although he didn't "hold grudges", his cultivation was not so good that he was slapped in the face and then brought the other face close to him.

   In short, Winters didn't have a good face towards Custer, and only maintained a reluctant politeness.

  Fortunately, the two do not meet much, and the number of times they meet is very limited.

   "If you don't answer, then you have it?" Custer asked.

   "That's right!" Winters was annoyed: "Why did you whip me for no reason?"

  Custer's tone was helpless: "You Veneta people, you are really careful! [Vengeance is the greatest happiness in the world], is this what you Veneta people say?"

   Winters didn't want to argue, he turned and continued to tidy up the harness.

   Lieutenant Colonel Custer took an inch and said with a smile: "How about you punch me? You and I are just kidding..."

   Winters turned around and hit Custer with a right uppercut in the left cheek.

  Custer was beaten with his heels off the ground, staggered and fell like a drunk, spit out **** saliva: "How dare you fight!"

   Winters flicked his wrists, saddled with stirrups, and rode away.

   Lieutenant Colonel Custer stood up with his cheeks covered, and shouted at Winters' back: "It's even now! We don't owe each other!"

  …

   Colonel Bode waited with his troops in the valley between the southern and northern highlands.

  The troops that started from the main camp headed northwest first, crossed the ditch and then turned southwest, and finally merged with the Bode brigade.

  According to Lieutenant Colonel Robert's orders, the troops from the main camp each carried three torches.

After    the two sides joined forces, Colonel Bode took over command.

   The existing troops are no longer enough to split up to feint and attack the city.

   The only viable plan was to enter through the opening on the west side, where Colonel Laszlo had made his previous attack.

  The White Lion did not replenish the defenders, and the reinforcements he sent were tentatively attacking the southern wall of the camp.

  Beyond the southern wall of the main camp, the battle has started.

  Alpad led a still-complete 18th centurion—a standing army, auxiliary soldiers, and sappers. With the last light and heavy cavalry as the tip of the sword, they stabbed the barbarian to the left flank.

  If Arpad can defeat or stop this part of the enemy, the southern highland fortress is the remnant of the remnant.

   With the addition of Bode Brigade, Palatufang still has a chance of winning.

   Seeing the situation of the brothers, Colonel Bode took the initiative to take over the work of the vanguard, with his 6th Corps chief brigade as the first echelon.

   Colonel Laszlo's 5th Corps Chief Brigade and Lieutenant Colonel Robert's 6th Corps 2nd Brigade served as the second tier.

   Winters' men as a reserve team.

   In order to ensure the impact, Lieutenant Colonel Custer's cavalry also participated in the first wave of the attack.

   Even with the Bode brigade, the total strength of the second wave of the attack was only over a thousand people.

"There's already a fight over there in the camp! We don't need to cover up! This time we have to make a statement! Let the barbarians be afraid!" Lieutenant Colonel Bode rode a horse and walked in front of everyone: "Fight Flags! Raise the torches!"

   First, one or two torches were ignited, and the flames passed quickly. From a distance, it looked like a flaming python emerging from the ground.

  The barbarian sentry on the southern highland fortress was startled and forgot to sound the trumpet for a while.

   It wasn't until the flame python was crawling slowly that Winters heard the sound of a horn from the hillside.

   Lieutenant Colonel Robert's intimidation tactics worked, and the southern highland fortress was in chaos at the moment.

   "[Hede] wake up!" Some Heders ran wildly and shouted: "[Hede] two-legged people are coming! Don't talk about tens of thousands!"

  Some of the Hurds scolded: "[Hede] farts! How can there be tens of thousands, at most 3,000! You lie!"

   "[Hedde] Knife! My knife!"

   "[Hedde] who led my horse?"

  “…”

  There are Hurd people hurriedly putting on armor, and some Hurd people sneaking away with their horses.

   "Uukhai!" A chilling battle cry came from the west side of the fort.

   The simple wooden fence was dragged down, and the black armored cavalry rushed into the wall like thunder, followed by the sword and shield players of the Borde brigade.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert and Colonel Laszlo were fighting outside 100 meters, and their troops were also staying 100 meters outside the wall.

   Learning from the lesson of the last time, this time the Paratus did not swarm in, but went to the city in batches.

  Colonel Laszlo took his last puff, as if to **** all the contents of the pipe into his lungs.

   Then, he tapped the clean pipe bowl on the heel of his boot, and handed the pipe to Lieutenant Colonel Robert, his junior.

   "Send it to you."

   "Send me?" Lieutenant Colonel Robert took the pipe and asked in a vague voice, "I don't smoke. Squad leader?"

   A rare smile appeared on Colonel Laszlo's mouth: "My son gave it to me. Originally he wanted to learn sculpting, but I forced him into the army..."

  Robert was so surprised, he quickly waved his hand: "I can't... ah!"

When    was speaking, he accidentally touched the wound. His mouth was sweet, apparently bleeding again.

   "Go!" Colonel Laszlo drew his sword, stabbed the horse's ribs, and ran to the fortress first.

The soldiers behind    shouted and charged.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert was caught off guard, so he had to put his pipe in his clothes and follow with the whip.

   A hundred meters behind Robert and Laszlo—out of musket range, Montagne was on standby.

   Winters watched the battle, biting his lip impatiently.

   Qiangyun also felt Winters' emotions and stepped uneasily.

   For this war, Winters was completely tired of it. He didn't want to fight for the Platos anymore, but he hoped from the bottom of his heart that Colonel Bode, Colonel Laszlo, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert would win.

   At the same time, Winters was also closely observing the surrounding situation, and the Dussack in his hand was scattered as a sentry.

Will    White Lion send the Second Support Army? he does not know.

   Before the fortress was defended by the Akagawa men and horses, I don't know if they came to help. Winters did not know whether the White Lion could mobilize the troops of other tribes in addition to his own troops.

  The internal decision-making process of the Hurds is completely a fog for the Paratus.

   They didn't even know who was in charge of the barbarian army, but everyone knew the "white lion". So much so that the "white lion" has been abstracted from a single individual to "the leader of the barbarians".

  Suddenly, he heard a series of hooves coming from the front.

   "Who?" Heinrich asked sharply.

  The visitor shouted: "It's me! Barog!"

Lieutenant    Barrog was the centurion to Colonel Bode.

   "The barbarians can't hold it anymore!" Lieutenant Barrog rushed to Winters and shouted, "Colonel Borde ordered your troops to attack immediately! Overwhelm them!"

   Winters turned and looked at his warrior: "Do you still believe me?"

   "Long live!" Ish from Ganshui Town slapped his breastplate, and was the first to yell, "Blood wolf!"

   "Blood wolf!" Even those who were not his old subordinates were shouting: "Long live!"

   Mason said softly, "They are willing to follow you, even to hell, give your order."

   Winters' eyes were sore, he pulled down his lower armor and drew his saber: "Then come with me! Charge!"

   "Uukhai!"

  The battle situation in the fortress was deadlocked, and the Platoons gradually took over the square, but the barbarians still firmly controlled the fortress walls and internal buildings.

   The barbarians of the Chihe tribe are far more powerful than other tribes. The forces of the Platoons were not dominant, but the barbarians of the Chihe tribe gradually gained a firm foothold.

"[Hedde] musketeers go up to the wall! Hit their leader!" The real commander of the fort, the commander of the fortress, Xun Ying [Razhen], stood on the eastern wall with a ponytail banner in his hand, and shouted at the command: "[Hedde] Hit those two-legged guys with the most gorgeous armor! Hit those two-legged guys with the biggest tassel! Don't be afraid to hit your own."

The    pistol cavalry became the most conspicuous targets in an instant, and they were shot one by one and fell off their horses.

   Seeing his sons being shot to death one after another, Lieutenant Colonel Custer was shocked. He raised his machete high, rushed up the steps on his horse, and roared straight at the eagle: "Damn! Come on!"

   "[Hedde] beat him!" Swift Eagle pointed at Lieutenant Colonel Custer with his ponytail banner and shouted: "[Hedde] kill this leader!"

  The dark horse was about to rush up to the base wall, and the musketeers on the opposite base wall aimed at Lieutenant Colonel Custer and pressed the firing rod.

   After several shots were fired, Lieutenant Colonel Custer seemed to tremble a bit. He weakly threw a machete at the ponytail flag, and then he leaned back and fell off the horse.

   The two black warhorses in his body lost control of their riders, jumped out of the wall in pain, and fell into the gully outside the wall.

   "[Hede] Good! Good!" The Thousand Commander Xun Ying laughed loudly: "[Hede] has a reward! Great reward!"

  Suddenly, the battle cry "Uukhai!" which terrified the Hurds sounded again outside the castle.

   Commander Xun Ying was startled, and shouted hoarsely as a warning: "[Herde] has two-legged people here again! Fight with them!"

  The silver-gray warhorse jumped up from the gap in the fortress, and the Montagne team joined the battle.

  Through the gunpowder and dust, Winters saw at a glance the ponytail banners and green feathers on the east wall.

  Lieutenant Colonel Robert hugged Colonel Laszlo, who did not know his life or death, and shouted at Winters from a distance: "Second Lieutenant Montagne! Go up the city wall! Slash the flag!"

  Senior Varga, who had a hole in his face, lay quietly beside Lieutenant Colonel Robert, and God failed to protect him.

   In the next second, Lieutenant Colonel Robert had a hole in his breastplate. He touched the breastplate in disbelief and slowly fell backwards.

   "Climb the wall!" Winters' heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he shrank suddenly, "Climb the wall! Musketeer! Shoot the red feather feather!"

  Montagne's sword, shield and musketeers bypassed the melee zone and attacked the steps to the wall.

   "[Hede] hit the one on the silver horse!" Xun Ying also saw the centurion riding the silver-gray warhorse at a glance, and shouted to the musketeer beside him: "[Hede] hit his warhorse!"

  The furious Winters fired a flying arrow at Qingling Yu: "Shut up!"

  The distance is too far, and the nails are out of alignment. The green feathers were still fine, and more and more musketeers were turning their guns on Winters.

   "Little guy, stand still, don't move." Winters said softly to Qiangyun.

   Strong Luck stood motionless, the section of the wall beside him was hit by lead bullets, causing dust and sawdust to fly.

   Winters threw off the stirrups, stepped on the saddle, and jumped directly from the gap to the top of the wall with Ciel's exclamation.

   Even the barbarians on the city wall were dumbfounded.

   Until Winters smashed a musketeer's head with his turning hammer, the other barbarians woke up like a dream.

   "[Hedde] is that guy!" The Musketeer and Archer fled to the distance: "[Hedde] that guy is here again!"

   "[Hede] it's him again! Do you want to come again?" Xun Ying ordered angrily: "[Hede] Quiver! Surround that armored soldier!"

  The leaders of the various tribes selected the elite warriors to guard the tent and authorized them to carry quivers beside the leaders, which is called "quiver warriors".

  Twenty quivers in double-armored armor and quivers with hammer axes, facing the fleeing archers and musketeers, rushed towards Winters - Swift Eagle prepared them, just waiting for this moment.

   Seeing a group of wolf-like savage soldiers attacking Winters, Ciel shouted in a hurry: "Hurry up and help the centurion! The human ladder! Send me to the wall!"

  The battlefield was unusually noisy, but Winters seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat. There is only one target in his eyes, that is, the horsetail flag and the green feather.

   He raised his hand and fired two arrows in a row.

   One shot hit the chest, and the quiver stagnates and continues to charge forward.

   Another visor in the middle, with a blood hole on the quiver's face, he fell straight forward.

   Winters' flying arrows are not powerful enough to penetrate two layers of heavy armor, and must be aimed at the weak points of the visor at close range to kill.

  The barbarians come prepared—so what?

   Winters pulled out the glass bottle in the bracer, closed his eyes, and crushed it.

   Lightning-like dazzling light erupted from his palm, even briefly illuminating the entire fort.

   The quiver soldiers were blank at first, then suddenly turned to darkness, covering their eyes one after another and screaming.

   A flash of light destroyed the quiver's vision, and Winters charged into the quiver with a page hammer.

   The quiverer who was facing him was hit by the hammer, and he didn't even make a sound. He fell back and collapsed to the ground.

   The second quiver was knocked to death, but he was not killed on the spot. With all his strength he shouted, "[Herde] he's here!"

  The other quiverers rushed towards the sound even though their eyesight had not recovered.

   A quiverer touched Winters' armor and immediately hugged Winters by the waist, as if he were going to be strangled in half.

   "[Hedde] I got him! Kill him!" the quiverer shouted.

   Just said one sentence, and he was blown out of his brain by the cracking technique.

   But more quivers rushed over, and their eyesight was gradually recovering.

   Winters was already in a tight siege. He knocked over the quiver in front of him and smashed the opposite side with a hammer.

   When he swung the hammer down, a hammer also slammed into his back.

   Winters' body was knocked forward and fell on the quiver's body. The impulse was scattered all over his back by the plate armor, and it still hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

   He waved his arm and shattered a quiverer's knee. Desperately twisting his body, he launched a cracking technique on the vicious barbarian in front of him.

  Hot blood sprayed onto his visor and even flew into his eyes through the viewing window fence.

   The dead quiver lost control and pressed down heavily on Winters.

   "Not good." Winters had only one thought in his mind.

   Before he could push the corpse away, the other quivers rushed towards the corpse.

   Winters' limbs were being crushed bit by bit - not phantom pain this time, but real pain.

   Beneath the quiver corpse, Winters roared and wailed like a dying beast.

   He no longer retains his magic power, and has no directivity, launching cracking spells one after another.

   But it didn't work, he killed the Quivers one by one, and the Quiver's body was still pressing down on him like a mountain, slowly crushing him to death.

   Many fragments of life flooded into my mind.

   He remembered going to the grave with his mother when he was a child. His mother pointed to two unfamiliar tombstones and told him that these were his parents—from then on, his mother became an aunt.

   He was ecstatic at the thought of getting the first wooden sword from Antonio. But since then, he will be woken up early every day to practice swordsmanship, and he has hated that wooden sword since then.

   He remembered the fight with Ben Venuto when he first entered Lu You, and the children in the dock area always wanted to teach the children in the military housing area a lesson. After a few fights, everyone became good friends.

   He thought of the ugly, wrinkled Elizabeth at birth. Ella has grown into a big girl.

   But when Ella was just born, his heart was full of fear that his "parents" would no longer love him unconditionally. Ugh, why did you think that way then?

   Finally, he thought of the ends of Anna's hair bathed in the sun, of Anna's raised mouth and sly eyes, of the "Mr. Montagne" that Anna called him.

   When did he start caring about Miss Navarre? He couldn't tell, maybe it started with that slap in the face.

   "Will you forget me?" Winters closed his eyes slowly, he was really tired. Although it is unwilling, it is good to dissipate like this.

   He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and suddenly a strange thought came into his mind: "Shouldn't I **** go to heaven?"

   Even he himself was made to laugh at the thought.

  No, it's actually getting lighter...it's the weight that's on the body that's getting lighter.

Outside the "corpse mountain", Ciel stabbed a knife into the back of the quiver who was still alive, and Heinrich and the other soldiers ripped open the corpse of the quiver like mad.

   Beneath the pile of corpses they found the Centurion Montagne.

  Ciel took off his helmet with trembling hands, and Winters under the iron helmet seemed to be smiling.

   "Why do you want to do this?" Ciel punched Winters' breastplate with a punch, with a cry in his voice: "You still have us! Why do you always have to go on your own! You still have us!"

   Winters laughed even more.

   The others helped the centurion up with all his hands and feet.

   "That's right." Winters said with a smile, "I still have you."

   "Bang! Bang!" There was a series of gunshots not far away, and the living and the dead were beaten to pieces.

   Xun Ying shouted ecstatically: "[Hede] killed him!"

   Winters felt a heat in his abdomen, he subconsciously reached out to touch, only to feel the steel plate - the wound was under the armor.

   He sat on the corpse of the quiver and tried his best to support his body.

   "Charle!" Winters pointed at the green feather: "Cut the commander and capture the flag for me!"

   "You take care of the centurion." Charles yelled at Heinrich, who nodded heavily.

  Ciel took the flag, raised his saber, and shouted, "Follow me!"

  The warriors at the top of the wall let out a terrifying battle cry, and followed Ciel to the place of the horsetail flag.

   Witnessing the tragic deaths of all the quiver warriors, the barbarians on the wall were all heartbroken and fled.

   That's right, what Ciel said was right. Winters still has them and can count on them.

   Winters leaned his back against the parapet and watched as Ciel and the other warriors charged forward to the horsetail flag and slashed the flagpole with one knife.

   And that Qing Lingyu plucked out his own and fled to somewhere unknown.

The   Plateau flag replaced the horsetail banner, and the Palatine people in the fortress became very popular.

  The barbarian seemed to have had his spine removed, and no longer had that fierce energy.

   "Get out of the gap and let them out!" Colonel Bode yelled and ordered.

  The soldiers guarding the gap backed up to the hatchback, giving way to escape. So far, the barbarian has completely lost his will to resist.

   At first, a barbarian dropped his weapon and fled, and all the barbarians were routing in the blink of an eye.

   "Long live!" The Platoon soldiers cheered loudly: "Long live!"

   But soon no one shouted again, and fear appeared on the faces of the brave Plato soldiers.

  The rumbling of hooves came from the northwest and southwest, and everyone knew what it meant.

   "The barbarians are here!" Anglo rode Ryzhik into the fortress and warned everyone: "The barbarians are here."

   There were also several Dussacs behind Anglo, but the number was far less than the Dussacs sent by Winters.

   "Block the door." Colonel Bode shouted hoarsely: "Seal the gap!"

  Recovered, the Platonic soldiers moved everything at hand to the gap in the wall—even the corpse.

  Anglo found Winters, and when he saw the appearance of the centurion, tears welled up in his eyes.

   "What are you crying for, I'm not dead yet." Winters gave the stablemate a weak look and asked, "Where are the others?"

   "We were scattered, they should have returned to the camp. The barbarians who attacked the camp were defeated and were driven out of the trench by General Arpad."

   A war horse neighed suddenly from the gap, and a grass-yellow war horse jumped into the gap that was not blocked. Immediately after, three horses filed in.

   "It's a barbarian!" Some of the Praetian soldiers shouted in horror. More Platonic soldiers took up arms.

  The four reckless savages were quickly surrounded and killed, and the warhorses were also stabbed to death and carried to the gap to act as a barricade.

  Heinrich supported Winters and made the latter sit against the wall. The latter took another sip of the spirits in the jug—the usual pain relief method.

   Then the two took off Winters' breastplate, and Ciel took the lead shot. The lead didn't penetrate deeply into the body, and it didn't hurt the abdominal organs. It only took two daggers to get it out.

   "How is he?" Colonel Bode came to Winters and asked Heinrich and Charles.

   "I'm fine." Winters tried to force a smile.

   After a brief wash, Ciel began to sew up the wound. He hadn't done the job, sewed crookedly, and wept as he walked the needle.

   "Hold on." Colonel Bird took the jug, took a sip, and said to Winters, "It's just you and me now."

   Winters' head was dizzy, and he didn't understand what the other party was saying for a while.

   Colonel Bird took another sip, and returned the jug to Winters: "And Robert, but he has only one breath left."

  The rumbling of hooves stopped outside the fort.

  A soldier came to inform Colonel Bode: "Sir, there is a barbarian outside who can speak our words and wants to talk to the 'commander'."

   "He can talk if he wants to?" Colonel Bird scolded irritably.

   "He said his name was Yasin." The soldier added: "Just mention that name to you."

  …

  The gate creaked up, and two riders, torches raised, walked out of the fort side by side.

   Almost all the Paratus knew that they faced an enemy called "White Lion", but few knew about "Yasin".

   But Colonel Bird knew it, and so did Winters.

   Winters insisted that someone help him mount, he must meet the enemy.

   On the hillside, a red-armored black horse rider also held a torch and was waiting for them.

In the concept of the Platonic people, the "white lion" has gradually been abstracted into a code name, which represents the image of a savage, incomparably strong, barbarian among barbarians - if not, how could the "white lion" give The Platos brought so much suffering.

  Compared with this image, the red-armored black horse rider looks a bit... ordinary.

   The pair of red armor Winters is somewhat familiar, because some of the armor pieces on it are of the wrong color, and they are obviously new.

   "You are the 'White Lion'?" asked Lieutenant Colonel Broad.

   The red-armored rider laughed and replied in slightly accented common language: "Yes."

   "Then can you lift the helmet and let me see it?" Winters asked sincerely: "I want to see what the famous white lion looks like."

   The red-armored rider laughed again, not seeming to be offended. He untied the ropes, loosened the neck guard, took off the helmet, and said softly, "That's what it looks like."

   The last time Winters played against the White Lion, the two were less than 100 meters apart, and he was carrying two cannons.

   Of course, the white lion probably does not agree with the description of "fighting", obviously he does not know who Winters Montagne is.

   This was Winters' first opportunity to observe the enemy face to face.

   Under the helmet are a pair of brown eyes and a somewhat ordinary face.

   "A little disappointed?" the brown-eyed master asked.

   "A bit." Winters couldn't hide his disappointment.

  The white lion laughed loudly.

   Winters suddenly realized that this distance is within the effective killing range of his Flying Arrows... The white lion is not wearing a helmet now.

   But he didn't move because he was so tired. The battle just now had exhausted his "magic", and it was too despicable to do so.

   Colonel Bode coughed lightly and said, "Are you here to persuade us to surrender? If so, please go back."

   "No." The white lion shook his head gently: "I just want to see what the warriors of Paratus look like."

  He nodded in greeting, and moved his horse to leave.

   Hundreds of meters away, you can see the bonfire made by the Hurd people. Around the bonfire, they squatted down, jumped up, kicked the ground, and beat their chest and legs hard, which seemed to be an intense dance.

   "A barbarian is a barbarian." Colonel Bode pouted disdainfully: "Beast."

   Winters would not admit it wrong, he said softly, "That's . . . a dance to the Styx."

  …

  The White Lion may have other plans, but Colonel Bird doesn't mind, he just wants to delay.

   After this brief meeting, the White Lion did not attack immediately. But it's his business that he doesn't attack, and the Paratus must go.

As soon as he returned to the fort, Colonel Bode immediately set out to retreat: "The gunpowder depot is blown up! Leave all the torches! Light as much as you can! The military flags...the military flags are taken away. By the way! Draw two false flags for him to hang! "

   Winters stood on the south wall of the fortress, quietly overlooking the Styx.

   It was difficult for him to see if anyone was crossing the bridge—the moon was so dim.

  Although he can get out of the bridge and there are things the size of ants moving on the bridge, it does not mean that the bridge is open, it is probably the engineer who built the bridge.

   Located in the north and south highlands, what you can really see at a glance is the Palatine Camp.

  Although the camp has been completely blacked out, there is not a single light in sight.

   But Winters could still make out faint signs of troop movement.

   Sackler's retreat plan was extremely decisive: the tents were not dismantled, the camps were not burned, the mules and horses were taken away, the carts were thrown away, and everyone crossed the river with only weapons, ammunition, blankets and all dry food.

   After crossing the Styx, it is only 100 kilometers away from the border of Parato. It is easy to walk 20 kilometers a day in light clothing, and it is not difficult to walk 30 kilometers with gritted teeth.

  Dry food is probably not enough, Winters estimates that Sackler is counting on the mainland to send some supplies.

  There are signs of troop activity in the Palato battalion, which means that Sackler's plan has been successful, and the troops are crossing the river in an orderly manner.

   There was no need to keep secrets anymore. Colonel Bode stood on the south wall and called all the officers and soldiers before him.

   "Tell everyone a piece of good news!" Colonel Bode glanced at everyone with bright eyes: "The bridge has been penetrated! It's ready to cross the river!"

   There was an uproar in the small square in the fortress, not only the soldiers were dumbfounded, but even the centurions were dumbfounded.

Colonel Bode pressed his hands down and signaled everyone to be quiet: "Without our desperate battle, the bridge would not have been completed! It wasn't us who took back the fort! The bridge could not have been completed! Tonight, everyone here is a hero! Everyone should be rewarded! I will ask the headquarters for credit for everyone! Money! Land! There will be!"

  The mood of the officers and soldiers changed from surprise to joy, and morale rose to the extreme.

   Colonel Bode waved his hand: "Bring your weapons and raise the flag! We triumph!"

  The officers and soldiers dispersed in a hurry, each preparing to retreat.

   Winters said to Colonel Bode with a wry smile: "I don't know whether to admire you or fear you."

   "Weaving baskets and baskets, it's all closing up." Colonel Bode said disapprovingly: "I'm afraid that at the last moment the army will be dissipated, and we have to get everyone to cheer up."

   Winters coughed and nodded.

   "How about your injury?" Colonel Bode asked with a smile, "Can you ride a horse? I'll arrange for someone to carry you back?"

   "Don't worry, I can ride." Winters has gradually adapted to the pain of the wound - after all, it is slightly inferior to the phantom pain.

Colonel Bird suddenly took Winters' arm and asked very affectionately: "Winters, do you know if you are engaged? I have a daughter, who is very considerate and beautiful, but she is a little younger - but you also Don't worry! You are satisfied with the dowry bag..."

  Winters wanted to ask loudly: Where the **** is this going?

   But Colonel Bode was so eloquent that he couldn't get in at all.

   In this kind of purgatory, he would rather get another shot, pass out, and die.

  Suddenly, Colonel Bode's words stopped abruptly, he looked westward alertly, his pupils dilated suddenly.

   Winters took the chance and was about to say, "I'm engaged!" But he heard it too.

   is the sound of hooves, the sound of thousands of war horses.

   Almost inaudible at first, but getting clearer.

   Night races are very dangerous, and it is even more dangerous to run thousands of horses together, unless they have a necessary reason.

   "Go!" Colonel Bode was horrified: "Go now!"

   Winters immediately used loudspeaker to assist with the order: "Every centurion listens! Immediate departure!"

   "Let everyone follow the flag! Don't fall behind!"

The voice of   's magic augmentation resounded through the fortress: "Follow the military flag! Don't fall behind!"

  The gate on the east side of the fortress "creaked" up.

   Colonel Bode shoved the flag into Winters' hands: "Come on! You make the way! My queen! Take everyone with you!"

  Winters didn't talk nonsense. He called for luck, put on the stirrups, raised the flag, and shouted: "Follow me! Kill back!"

   There is no mistake, the barbarian's general attack is coming.

   The White Lion may really just want to meet the enemy who recaptured the fort.

   When did he find out about the change in the Palatine camp, Winters did not know. It is very likely that when he arrived at the southern highland with the Chihe tribe, he had already noticed the situation of the bridge.

   The reason why he did not launch an attack on the Southern Heights was that he was waiting for the large force of the Heard coalition.

The    army has completely lost its formation, and everyone rushed out of the fortress. Winters raised the flag high on his horse, and everyone else was running wildly with the flag.

   The outer trenches had been filled in several places and the earthen walls had been dug down - the places where the barbarians who had attacked Plato's camp had come in.

  This time, the barbarians still went to those places.

  The barbarians are rushing to the camp, and Winters is also leading people to the camp. The situation is like a race.

  However, the barbarian cavalry found the "two-legged man" running from the mountain to the camp, and immediately a few red feather feathers led the cavalry of the headquarters to kill.

   The Hurd cavalry wailed strangely, wielded machetes, raised their spears, and charged towards the flanks of the "two-legged man".

  Winters was anxious and angry, using the flagpole as a spear, stabbed at the savage cavalry charging from the right: "Whoever stands in my way, die!"

   The barbarian was picked off his horse and fell heavily. Winters' jaw shattered, his arm tingling with shock.

   Winters continued to stab the horse with a rare jab and continued to gallop toward the camp.

   On the hillside less than a kilometer long, the Praetian soldiers ran fast and slow, and finally pulled into a line.

  The barbarians came from the flanks, and almost instantly drove the Plato soldiers to pieces.

  The unorganized Paratus soldiers are just a mess of sand, unable to resist the charge at all.

   The Paratus who fought each other were chopped down and stabbed to death one after another, and screams and calls for help were heard everywhere.

  Ish in Ganshui Town was separated from the others, and he was the only one left at this moment.

   On the hillside more than ten meters away, a vicious barbarian slashed the entire left shoulder of a Paratus with just one knife.

  Ish could not recognize who was hacked, he ran down the mountain desperately, desperately praying that the other party would not find him.

   But the barbarian still found him and charged at him with a strange cry, his sharp machete raised high.

  Ish swung his side sword desperately, and the moment he crossed with the barbarian, he closed his eyes.

  Nothing happened, the barbarian swept past Ish with a smile, then turned around and charged towards him again.

   is actually making fun of him!

  Shame, anger, despair... Ish stared at him, clenching the side sword in both hands and pointing at the barbarian.

   "Come on!" Ish cried and cursed: "I'm fighting with you!"

  The barbarian restrained his smile, raised the machete all the way to his back, and charged towards the solitary Ish at full speed.

  The heat from the warhorse, the barbarian's helmet feathers, the curved blade... These things are getting closer and closer in Ish's field of vision.

  Ish refrained from escaping, holding his sword in both hands and pointing at the barbarian's warhorse, shouting hoarsely: "Lord! Forgive me! Protect my soul from falling into..."

The moment the    warhorse rushed in front of Ish, the barbarian suddenly disappeared.

   The warhorse swept past Ish in a thrilling manner and ran away without a trace.

  Ish looked again, the barbarian was nailed to the ground by a military flag, and the spear point of the military flag penetrated through the barbarian's right rib and protruded from his left rib.

   A silver-grey horse broke through the night, and there were several figures behind him.

   Only seeing this war horse, Ish had tears in his eyes: "Centurion!"

  Ish pulled the flag from the barbarian corpse and ran to the centurion.

   "Follow me!" Winters took the flag and continued to gallop up the hillside.

  Ish wiped away his tears and ran up the hillside following Winters' back.

   Winters rushed to the edge of the camp. When he turned around, he found that his people were gone.

The speed of    is too fast, leaving everyone far behind.

   He immediately turned back and killed all the way back.

   He went wherever there was a cry for help, and more and more people followed him.

   He is actually not good at cavalry, and the military flag is not a weapon he is familiar with. The laceration of the tiger's mouth makes him almost unable to hold the weapon.

   Immediately hedged more than a dozen times, all of which he used to attack opponents with his height and arm length, strong armor and strong speed.

   He heard Ish shouting from behind him: "My lord! Wait for us!"

   Winters reined in his horse and fell on the neck of Lucky, panting desperately.

   He was on the verge of reaching his limits, both physically and mentally.

   "The stitches in the abdomen must have been torn." He thought: "The blood has flowed into the pants."

  Ciel, Ish, and other warriors caught up: "Where are we going now?"

   Winters vaguely heard someone shouting on his right.

   They were shouting: "Centurion Montagne! Help us!"

   Winters pointed the flag in the direction of the shout: "Go there!"

   A barbarian light cavalry with a spear was circling the two back-to-back Plato soldiers.

   He was so tired and his reaction became slow. At the same time he picked him off the horse, the other side also picked him off the horse.

   Winters felt like he was gliding through the air for a moment, then slammed to the ground.

   His sturdy breastplate was dented by the force of the impact.

   His warriors protected him. Ciel pleaded with tears: "Let's go! Let's cross the river! Let's go!"

   Winters had burned out, only a little ash remained.

   He looked at the faces around him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and fell on his blood-soaked wasteland.

   He seemed to put down all his burdens and said softly, "Okay, cross the river, let's go home."

  The soldiers helped him up with all his hands and feet.

   "Bridge!" Anglo trembled and shouted in horror: "Bridge!"

  Anglo hugged Winters and wailed: "Centurion! They burned the bridge!"

   This little Dussac, who has lived a hard life all his life, has never cried so desperately and sadly in his life.

   Looking at the sound, everyone present almost collapsed to the ground.

   Under the hillside and on the Styx River, the bridge has turned into a sea of ​​fire.

   A few explosions came, the wood fragments were lifted into the sky, and a few splashes of water rose from the River Styx.

   The people of Paratus who had not had time to cross the river gathered on the beach and wailed heartily.

  So it was... Winters got it, he got it all.

   The last remnants of ashes began to burn, and Winters slapped Anglo hard, and scolded sternly: "What are you crying for!"

  Anglo shuddered, stopped crying, and sobbed lightly.

   It seemed to be extremely cold, and Winters' body couldn't stop shaking. He started laughing, laughing out loud, shrill and on and off, laughing and saying, "Fuck it."

   After saying this, he began to cough violently again, as if to cough out his lungs. His chest heaved, and every cough brought blood.

  No one knew what to say, and everyone stayed beside Winters.

By the river   , the last resistance of the camp also vanished. The barbarians invaded the camp and began to burn, kill and loot.

   Winters and others have been surrounded by Heard barbarians.

   Stop coughing, Wentesla touched Charles' hand and asked, "Remember where we hid the raft?"

  Ciel nodded desperately.

"When I was in the logging team, I made a few rafts and hid them in the bridge forest." Winters told the others: "We will attack the bridge forest, whoever dares to stop and kill anyone! Cross the river and we will be safe. If I die in battle, follow Ciel to find him. Ciel is also killed, and you look for him in the bridge forest."

  Winters stood up with the flag: "Go!"

   Another Palatine escaped from the hillside. He saw the Palatine flag in Winters' hands from a distance and cried out for help in a rage: "Colonel Bode was intercepted by barbarians!"

   Winters reached for the far-fetched reins: "I'm going to rescue Colonel Bird."

   "Let's go together!" Ciel and Anglo helped Winters to the fortune.

"No! You go and secure the raft! I will join you. Ciel, Anglo, bring everyone back!" Winters patted Qiangyun's neck lightly: "Little guy, take me to find it. Colonel Bird."

  Force spreads its hoofs and vanishes into the night with Winters Montagne.

  …

  Some people say "After the war, there will be heavy rain", but this sentence does not always come true.

   There was no heavy rain this time.

   The dark clouds dissipated, revealing a blue sky. The sun shines on the human body, bringing a trace of warmth.

   Only the corpses all over the wasteland, the debris of the pontoon that washed ashore, and the dark red blood on the dead grass proved that there was a big battle last night.

  The fighting has ended, and the troops are looking for loot or skinning corpses in the camp.

   Gold and silver are good things, as are armor, weapons, and horses, and the Hurds waste nothing.

  The little lion rode across the battlefield and stared at the remaining bridge piles in the river.

   "Little lion, hurry up!" A guard ran over and tipped off: "There is an excellent horse under the hillside! The fire roaster is taming it!"

   The little lion smiled and asked: "The fire roaster is taming, why are you calling me to go?"

  The guard replied slyly: "The horses have a bad temper there! If the fire roaster can't be tame, we go to the trap, isn't it ours?"

  The little lion laughed: "Okay! Go and have a look."

   Riding down the hillside and saw the horse.

  Little lion had to admit that it was indeed a good horse, which made him a little moved.

  The silver-grey horse circled around a place and let out bursts of lament

  The fire roaster was trying to harness the horse, and every time he threw the leash, the horse ducked and ducked.

   The fire roaster tried to approach the horse to take its reins, and the horse turned and kicked him.

  The fire roaster was unable to deal with the horse by himself, and he refused to call for help from others, so he could only stand in a stalemate.

   "What a good horse!" said the little lion to the fire roaster.

   "Yes! I recognize this horse." The fire roaster replied: "Its original owner killed my Balabald. The horse is here, and the man must have died last night."

  [Note: Balabald is the honorific title of warrior in Hedd, similar to the meaning of "champion" in Continental]

   There were more and more Heards around, and the silver-gray horses became more and more anxious. It whimpered and circled in small circles.

  The little lion listened quietly for a while, and said softly, "It seems very sad."

   "Horse has spirituality, can't it be sad when its owner dies?" The fire roaster disagreed.

  The little lion asked again: "Why doesn't it run?"

"I do not know either."

   The little lion narrowed his brown eyes to observe, and suddenly said, "It seems to be protecting something!"

After   , the little lion walked forward.

   "Be careful, don't get kicked by it." The fire roaster reminded casually.

  The fire roaster didn't think that the little lion could tame the horse alone, and he was actually quite happy when another person came to eat it.

  The little lion didn't talk. He tried to relax his body as much as possible, moved his pace slowly, and said softly to the horse, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not hostile."

  The horse watched the lion cub warily, but would not leave.

When    came closer, the little lion realized that the horse was pacing around a military flag.

   He also noticed that there were two arrows stuck in the horse's chest, the tails of which had been broken - which made him very regretful.

  The little lion has approached the position where the fire roaster has never approached, which makes the fire roaster's face a little uneasy. He slowly lifted the flag, revealing a body.

   The surrounding Hurds exclaimed.

  The breastplate of the corpse has two bullet holes, one in the abdomen and one in the heart.

   If you are shot in the abdomen, you may be able to live, but if you are shot in the heart, you will definitely die.

   "He died, you are sad, I know." The little lion slowly approached the horse: "Let me draw an arrow for you."

  The eyes of the silver-gray horse seemed to be weeping. He lowered his neck and slowly leaned on the shoulders of the little lion.

  The little lion gently stroked the horse with his left hand, held the handle of the arrow with his right hand, and pulled it out ruthlessly.

  The horse screeched for the last time, and then collapsed. Its voice spread across the battlefield, and every warhorse wailed.

  The little lion looked at the corpse on the ground and said softly, "It's not a waste of life for you to have such a partner."

   He suddenly wanted to see what the owner of the horse looked like, so he crouched down and took off the corpse's helmet, he was stunned.

  The surrounding Hurd people were at a loss, not knowing what the little lion was doing.

   Little Lion couldn't believe his eyes, he was completely panicked: "[Common language] How could it be you! Hestas? How could you die here!"

  Others could not understand what the little lion was saying, but they had never seen the little lion so panicked.

   "No! No!" the little lion muttered: "There is still breathing!"

   He put his hand next to the nostrils of the "corpse" and confirmed that he was still breathing weakly.

   He quickly took off the breastplate of "Hestas", the gunshot wound in his abdomen was bloody, and the "gunshot wound" in his heart was nothing - the jug blocked the fatal blow.

   "Someone!" The little lion shouted happily: "Come on, someone!"

   I finally finished the "End Act" chapter! This chapter can explain a lot of doubts, and pick up on the previous foreshadowing.

   After the finale, "the war is over"!

   If everyone could stop scold me, I would really be very grateful... I was also crying and writing, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

   The next volume will definitely be easier...I swear.

   The character's behavior will match his character. Winters is a mixture of kindness and violence, like a double helix, one chain is fire and the other is cloud.

   And he was desperate to go home.

   Thank you book friends for reading, subscribing, recommending tickets, monthly tickets, tips and comments. This chapter was written from 6 o'clock last night to 9:30 this morning. I couldn't stand it, so I went to bed first.

   If there is a typo, please wait until I wake up to correct it.

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