Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 284

   The dim moon hangs diagonally in the sky, and the sky is full of stars shining.

  Terdun carried sheepskin rafts into the water and rowed softly to the east bank.

   The real late night is not a good time for sneak attacks. Everything is silent, and insignificant sounds during the day will be easily detected.

   So the Terdun chose to strike before dawn.

  The water is gurgling, the birds are circling and chirping, and the wolves are whimpering in the wilderness. The noisy slashing, pounding, and neighing of the people and horses continued at Camp Teltown.

  Just like that, the sound of the paddles blends into the background sound of nature, almost indistinguishable.

   Before you know it, the sheepskin raft has drifted across the middle of the river, and the east bank of the Bighorn River is peaceful.

   Except for a few crows, the Teldun people did not find any creatures disturbed by them.

   However, on the top of the river bank, there are two pairs of eyes watching all this.

   "How many rafts?" Tamas lay on the top of the river bank, squinting to identify the number: "Can you see clearly?"

   "Company commander." Peter [Short] Bunir lay beside the company commander and replied timidly, "I'm blindfolded by a bird."

   "The bird is blindfolded? Eat more water." Tamas said without thinking: "I couldn't see clearly at night before, so I was cured by eating the watery offal with the blood wolf for a while."

  While the Terdun people were still on the shore, the sentinels of the watchtower on the river bank had already noticed the movement of the barbarians on the other side.

   The first company stationed on this bank of the river quickly prepared and dispatched, and is now hiding behind the bank.

   In a few words, the raft got closer and closer to the river bank, and the sweat on the forehead of the little Peter became more and more.

   "Company commander, the barbarians are coming up." Peter's mouth was dry and his palms were cold, and he couldn't help urging: "You should hurry up and let the big guys come up too!"

  Tamas no longer stared at the river in front of him, but turned to look upstream and downstream: "Don't worry, wait until they come ashore."

   "It will be too late when the barbarians come ashore." Peter was sweating profusely.

   "What?" Tamas squinted his subordinates: "You want to command the first company?"

   Little Peter suddenly let out his breath.

   "We only have two hook guns on hand, and we still use them to signal. The barbarian won't come ashore, can you reach him?"

  Peter responded shyly: "Oh."

   Having taught his subordinates a lesson, Tamas's attention returned to the enemy, his brows tightened more and more: "Something's wrong, something's wrong, ten rafts?"

   "Ten...more or less?"

   "Small, too few." Tamas scratched his beard on the temples, puzzled: "Ten rafts also want to occupy the river bank? What is the barbarian doing?"

   "You ask me." Little Peter said in a voice like a mosquito: "I don't know either..."

  What happened next was completely beyond Tamas and Peter’s expectations—the barbarian’s sheepskin raft never landed.

   At a place more than ten meters away from the river bank, the barbarians on the sheepskin raft jointly lifted an object and threw it into the river.

   "What is this doing?" Peter couldn't see clearly and was worried.

  Tamas can see clearly, but also does not know why.

  Tamas thought hard, and suddenly found that the sheepskin raft was no longer drifting down the water, and a flash of light appeared: "It's the anchor! The barbarians are anchoring!"

   "Anchor?" Peter suddenly realized, and asked in confusion: "Does the sheepskin raft also have an anchor?"

   "There is now." Tamas's eyes became serious a little bit.

   "Then what shall we do? Company commander."

   "Wait and see what the barbarians want to do."

   Nine sheepskin rafts are anchored in the river, and one sheepskin raft floats towards the river bank.

  Tamas figured out a little bit: the sheepskin raft coming towards the bank should be the sentinel, and the focus was obviously on the nine sheepskin rafts in the river.

   couldn't wait any longer. Seeing that the other party had no intention of going ashore, Tamas decided to take the initiative.

   "Bring all the horses here." Tamas whispered to Peter: "I will lead the cavalry to charge first, and after the barbarians find me, the others will move."

   "No!" The little Peter became anxious all of a sudden: "There are only six people in the cavalry team, it's too dangerous! You can't die! You'd better go with everyone, be safe."

   "No need." Tamas snorted coldly: "The barbarians won't fight us head-on. I'll see if I can grab a prisoner and question them before they escape."

  …

   After a short arrangement, when the night sky revealed a little dark blue, Tamas led five riders to jump out of the river bank and charge towards the landing point.

As soon as the drum-like sound of horse hooves sounded, the barbarians on the shore immediately propped up the sheepskin raft and fled.

  Tamas rode his horse into the river to pursue him, but as soon as the water reached his knees, his mount would not go any further.

   Watching the barbarian's sheepskin raft paddling into the deep water, Tamas slammed his thigh hard.

  The Terdens, who were riding on the other nine sheepskin rafts, shot bows and arrows at the riders on the shore.

   For a while, the arrows flew towards the Tamas and the others with a screeching sound.

  The sheepskin raft was unstable, and the people of Teltown were all sitting on their knees and shooting arrows. Coupled with the ups and downs of the water surface, no matter how fine the **** is, it will not work.

   But Tamas did not intend to test his luck, he whistled and quickly left the riverbank with his men.

   When the main force of the 1st Company arrived at the river bank, the battle situation became a little strange.

  The barbarians in the river could not get to the shore, and even the soldiers on the shore could not get down to the river.

  The two sides were "fighting" across a surface of water more than ten meters wide, but the side of Tiefeng County, which had the advantage in numbers, suffered a vague loss.

  Because the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment is a "pure team", according to the organization [the first company] is a long spear company, so the soldiers only have spears and short spears in their hands.

   On the other hand, on the Teltown side, although the stability of the shooting platform is very bad, everyone has bows and arrows in hand.

   Peter Bunier, flat-ended pig spear, rushed to the river bank, shouting wildly.

   During the charge, Peter's hands and feet were cold and his mind was blank. He just mechanically moved his legs, settled down, moved his legs, and settled down again...

   When he regained his senses, he found himself standing in the icy river, with no comrades beside him, and the barbarians more than ten meters away were shooting arrows at him.

   Without hesitation, Peter turned and ran.

  Escape is almost an instinct for him, being bullied, swallowing his voice, escaping... He has come this way in his twenty-three years of life.

   However, this time he could not escape, because the comrades who were chasing him blocked him.

"Sgt. Bunnier, I beg you. The next time you show mercy, be slower when charging." Someone gasped and complained: "I know you are six hundred acres, you are brave, you are not afraid of death, but you Have to wait for us to follow you?"

  After the commendation ceremony a few days ago, with awe, envy and jealousy, the warriors gave Sergeant Peter Bunnier a new nickname—[Six Hundred Acres].

  The new nickname spread like wildfire, spreading not only to other companies, but also to the civilian population. In the past few days, "six hundred mu" has already been known to everyone in Niuti Valley.

  Everyone said: "Don't look at Sergeant Bunnier's short stature, he is usually stunned, but when he fights, he will become as fierce as a beast".

   "Shut up!" One of the ten commanders scolded the soldier who spoke in front: "Show some respect!"

   Another soldier hurriedly asked Peter: "I can't make it through! What shall we do? Sergeant?"

   This is probably the first time someone has asked Peter Bunier "what are we going to do" since I can remember.

  Peter tried to swallow, but there was no saliva. He opened and closed his lips several times, but in the end he couldn't make a sound.

   The terrified warrior asked again: "What to do? Sergeant?"

   In terms of the level of panic and fear, Peter was even more insane than the warrior who asked him "what to do".

  The Hurds are used to the sound of arrows. The sound of arrows pierces the air and makes a scream, which is extremely terrifying when they pass by. Because of this sound, the listener is reminded that the scythe of death is only one point, and next time you will not be so lucky.

  Peter ran first, wearing his helmet again. The people of Teltown saw that he was the leader, and the arrows shot at him.

  The arrows came with a whistling sound like hail, and Peter wanted to run. He wanted to run back to the embankment, back to the Cow's Hoof, back to his den.

   "Are you making up your mind?" the soldier asked a third time.

   He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and the others looked at Peter eagerly.

  Peter's lips trembled, and he struggled to pronounce the syllable: "Run."

   Ten Commander and the surrounding soldiers immediately raised their arms to greet the others: "Retreat! Retreat!"

  There are no long-range weapons such as crossbows and muskets. Standing on the shore is staring and being beaten. It is logical to retreat.

  However, the company commander Tamas was missing, no one was in command, and no one dared to retreat without military orders.

   When faced with a dilemma, a cry of "retreat" is no less than the rain falling from the sky. The soldiers supported the wounded and followed Sergeant Peter Bunir quickly back to the embankment.

   Seeing the people on the shore retreat, the Terdun people on the sheepskin raft seemed to have won a great victory. They slapped their chests, roared, and made all kinds of unsightly movements.

   Seeing Barbarian take off his pants and urinate on himself, a grumpy ten commander was furious and cursed.

   "What to do? Sergeant Bunnier?" The ten commander asked Peter with red eyes, "Let's just watch?"

  Peter did not speak, his attention was all on an arrow.

   It was a trembling arrow, its sharp arrow piercing deep into a person's flesh. The man trembled with pain, so the arrow trembled with it.

  Peter's "soul" trembled like the arrow.

   He realizes that there are many moments where as long as he takes one more step, one less step, an arrow will pierce his flesh...perhaps many.

   "What should we do? Sergeant?" the enraged Ten Commander roared and asked.

   "Arrow." Peter's consciousness was at a loss: "Take... take it down."

   "You mean to give priority to the treatment of the wounded?" asked another ten commander, who was a little older.

   "Yes." Peter repeated numbly: "Priority to the injured."

  The older ten commander raised his hand in salute and organized a stretcher team to go.

   "Then what should we do?" The ten commander asked angrily just now, "The barbarians don't care?"

   No one ever asked Peter “what to do”, but today the question comes up again and again.

'How to do? How to do? How to do? Why are you asking me what to do? How do I know what to do? ' Peter Bunnier, dazed, suddenly thought: "Who do I usually ask 'what to do'?"

   "That's right...the company commander!" As if he had caught a life-saving straw, Peter hurriedly asked everyone, "Where is the company commander?"

   "The company commander seems to have been hit by an arrow!" Someone replied: "I saw the cavalry running north."

   "You're the biggest now." Another replied.

  "You are the biggest now", hearing this sentence, Peter Bunir seemed to be hit by five thunders.

  Small Peter is timid and cowardly, because he admits that he is a coward, so he is timid and cowardly with peace of mind.

  Peter raised his head, and nearly a hundred eyes came toward him—all were looking at him.

   A pair of eyes stared straight at him, no way to hide, no way to hide.

   Just for a moment, Peter was shaking from his knees to his chest, a real shaking, not a mental one.

  He lowered his head deeply, not daring to look up at the crowd.

   "Wait...wait for the company commander." Peter stared at the toe of his shoes, tugging at the edge of his clothes, something invisible almost crushed him: "Wait for the company commander to come back..."

   "What did you say? Can you speak louder?" Someone asked tentatively. Sergeant Bunnier's voice was so low that no one could hear what the sergeant was saying.

  Peter was used to obedience, and "Can you speak louder?" was like an order, so he subconsciously raised the volume and repeated: "Wait for the company commander to come back!"

   "Yes." The ten commanders of the company and the soldiers answered in unison.

  Peter was taken aback.

  For everyone, waiting for Captain Tamas to return is the safest way.

   "Then let's just watch?" The irritable Ten Commander pointed to the river and asked angrily, "You are six hundred acres! Just let the barbarians humiliate us for nothing? Humiliate you?"

   The 1st Company has retreated to a place where the bow and arrow are difficult to kill. It seems that the Terdun people have no intention of wasting arrows.

   Some Terdun people put away their bows and arrows, as if they were busy with something; other Terdun people held bows on guard, provoking the people of Iron Peak County on the river bank from time to time, and their actions were very vulgar.

"If you're angry, we won't be angry? Isn't the problem not without a guy?" Another round-faced ten husband couldn't hold back, and said a lesson to the former: "Otherwise, we will run to the shore like a stupid donkey and be a target for others? If you want me to tell you, I'd better send someone back to Niu Hoof Valley and ask for help from Lord Tribune."

   "There are only a few dozen barbarians, so you need help from the tribune? You're not ashamed, but I'm **** ashamed!"

   "At least ask for a few guns!" The round-faced ten commander asked Peter, "What do you think? Sergeant."

   "Yeah." Peter Bunir nodded subconsciously.

   "Okay. Then I'll let someone go... Hey, let's go." The round-faced ten commander always felt uneasy, and simply waved his hand: "Sergeant, if you agree, I will go in person."

   "Yeah." Peter nodded.

   The round-faced Ten Commander raised his hand to salute, and hurried away in the direction of the watchtower—it should be to borrow a horse.

   "Even if we can get a musket, we won't use it." Another gray-eyed ten commander smiled and said, "Do you know how to use a musket?"

   Everyone shook their heads.

  The people in the regiment who could use musketeers were all included in the musketeer company. Even so, the Montagne tribune didn't have enough musketeers in the company, and he added some people with better brains to barely count.

   "Actually, you don't need a musket." The gray-eyed Ten Commander weighed his spear and joked, "Just throw this thing at it, it will kill the barbarians and save some energy when we return to the camp."

   "Yeah." Peter nodded.

   The gray-eyed Ten Commander was taken aback and waved his hand quickly: "If you lose your weapon, you will eat a whip. It's just a joke."

   "Yeah." Peter nodded mechanically.

  The gray-eyed Ten Master rolled his eyes, and a bit of slyness appeared in his smile: "Let's keep the spear."

  …

   The Teltown man on the raft found the two-legged man on the earth bank approaching the river bank again.

  , headed by Hong Lingyu, hurriedly called his disciples to be on guard.

   Except for a few people who were busy with more important things, the rest of the Teltown people were all holding bows and arrows, waiting for orders.

  The sky was already dimly lit up, Hong Lingyu took out a red feather arrow and shot it out according to the angle.

The    arrow crossed an arc and stuck on the river beach, and the red feathers were exposed.

   The two-legged people did not run or charge this time, but pulled into a loose horizontal formation, slowly approaching the river bank.

The weirdest thing about    is...they don't have weapons.

  ‘Could it be that they came to negotiate? ' Hong Lingyu was puzzled: 'Is it still here to surrender? ’

   No matter what the other party is here for, the moment the two-legged man stepped over the red arrow feather, the red feather feather shouted and drew the bow to release the arrow.

  The other Terdun people started with the red feather feathers, and the bowstrings of "zheng, zheng" vibrated together, and the sparse arrow feathers flew towards the loose line of two-legged people.

   Bows and arrows are like starting guns, and the two-legged people also throw off their legs and run wildly.

   A diminutive two-legged man in a mane helmet dashed ahead.

  Hong Lingyu recognized this person and hurriedly called his subordinates to save him. This person took the lead in the last charge, obviously the leader of the two-legged man.

   However, the little two-legged man ran like a crazy horse, and before he could release the third round of arrows, he had already rushed to the water's edge.

   The sheepskin raft of the Teltown Department was only a dozen meters away from the river bank, and the short two-legged man flung his arms fiercely and threw something fiercely at the sheepskin raft.

  Things like that were like a gray meteor swept across the water, and the red plume feathers in the kneeling posture could not dodge, and were hit in the middle of the forehead.

   It was painful at first, then blood smeared his eyes, and Hong Feather lost his balance and fell into the river.

   The other two-legged people also rushed to the river bank and threw their rounded arms at the sheepskin raft. There are also two-legged people tossing strips of cloth that seem to have been torn from their clothes, whistling and hunting.

   "Stone, it's a stone."

   Hong Lingyu suddenly realized that this was his last consciousness before sinking to the bottom of the river.

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