Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 289 Twins

  Long night, as if there is no end in sight.

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

   Winters on horseback tried his best to stabilize his body, breathing desperately, his boots digging deep into the stirrups.

   Every time a camp is broken, there are fewer people behind him; every time a hill is climbed, a rider will bend and fall straight from the saddle.

   The sound of hoofs in his ears was getting thinner and thinner, but the roaring thunder ahead became more and more deafening.

   Maybe when he broke into the first two camps, Winters also had a surprise advantage.

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

   There was no more surprises or surprises, only head-to-head fights one after another.

  The horse leaped up the hill, and hundreds of Turdun cavalrymen appeared in front of Winters.

  Heinrich ran up to the top of the hill behind Winters, and the enemy cavalry spotted Winters' flag and galloped down from the opposite hillside, heading straight for him.

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

   Winters reined in his horse and took off his helmet.

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

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

   There may be some people behind, but they should not catch up.

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

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

   After he finished speaking, he shook off the sweat from the padding, buckled his helmet, and hooked up.

   Chunky represents looking back over Winters' shoulders, the Turdun cavalry spread out, surging up the hillside like waves.

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

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

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

   A sense of happiness flooded his heart, but with it came a great sense of shame.

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

   The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and Winters was eyeing an enemy running at the front.

  The man was riding a tall maroon-red horse and wielding a machete with a gold-encrusted scabbard swaying around his waist.

  Terdons don't all have swords, always the ones with spears rushing in the first row. This is how Winters can tell who is the leader of the Teltown people.

  The Teltown man also recognized Winters as a formidable enemy, and he urged the horse to speed up and kill Winters.

  Telden lifted his **** off the saddle, tilted his upper body slightly, and held his machete high.

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

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

   It’s just that the angle of the slash is wrong, the saber can fly out of his hand at once, and the wrist will also be dislocated.

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

At the moment when    was wrong, Winters and the Teltown man swung their weapons at the same time.

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

The   Telden man felt cold in his chest. He was holding on to the machete, trying to turn his back to block. At the same time desperately pulling the reins, trying to pull the distance.

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

   He stood on the stirrup, leaned out and slashed at the opponent's back, while pulling the handle of the knife back.

   The Nattletown man was slashed with a horrific wound on his back, and he slid from the saddle like a lifeless sack of flour.

   Winters didn't care about the man anymore. After a round of hedging, the two sides scuffled on the hillside.

  His armor stood out in particular, and the second and third Teldon men rushed towards him without a thought.

   Winters gave the second enemy a lysis technique, and the man's nose, ear canal, and fundus immediately gush out blood, and his body fell limply.

   The third enemy didn't realize what was going on, and continued to urge his horse to thrust his spear at Winters.

   Winters used all the strength of his body to tighten the reins, and he would dodge the thrust that went straight to his heart.

  The sparks splattered, and the point of the spear rubbed his left flank, leaving a slight indentation in his breastplate.

   The spear shaft was clamped with his left arm, and Winters slashed diagonally towards the neck of the opponent, wrapped in a leather neck guard.

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

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

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

   Winters let go of his hand and put on the opponent's spear. Killing enemies with spells might be quicker, but the night was far from over, and he had to save some magic.

The   Telltown cavalry had already discovered that this armored soldier was amazingly brave, and no one dared to take the initiative to meet him again.

  Winters saw a bunch of swaying red feathers in the melee crowd. He held his spear, stabbed the horse's ribs, and rushed straight to the red feathers.

   The Terdun people along the way avoided it and gave in one after another.

   The red feather feather was startled that there was no one between him and the brave warrior, and he fled without hesitation.

   Seeing this scene, the Telton people were shaken, and they also broke away from the melee and flew in all directions.

   Winters mobilized the horse and continued to pursue. At this moment, the white star-front sandalwood warhorse he rode let out a mournful cry.

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

   As if the earth suddenly collapsed, Winters sank first, and then was thrown out of the saddle.

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

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

   Hong Lingyu, who had already run for a while, was overjoyed when he saw the Palatine soldier falling off his horse. Hong Lingyu shouted loudly, and whistled to order the troops to return.

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

  Winters, leaning on his spear, struggled to the side of the horse. He did not name the warhorse, his emotions were hidden under the helmet, and no one knew whether he was crying, angry, sad or numb.

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

  The surrounding Iron Peak cavalry found that Winters was in danger, and they abandoned the enemies in front of them, and rushed over to protect Winters.

  The people of Teltown saw this scene, and even more determined that the armored soldier who fell from the horse was a nobleman, and they also beat the mount to kill Winters one after another.

  The arrows flew with a screeching sound, or landed in the soil, or hit the armor and bounced off.

   Winters stopped looking at the horse, he held the spear tightly, put it on his knees, and folded the spear in half.

  Hong Lingyu was still wondering why the other party broke the spear inexplicably, and then only saw something flashing past.

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

   Hong Feather also fell off the horse.

  The surrounding Terdun people saw another scene: After the armored soldier broke the spear, he threw the first half of it with incredible force, and threw their kota to the ground.

   More hooves are approaching from a distance - Ciel, Tamas and others who are behind are arriving at the battlefield one after another.

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

   The last sight Hong Lingyu saw before he lost consciousness was the armored soldier walking towards him with the other half of the spear, speaking words he did not understand.

   In fact, what Winters said was "now it's just you and me".

After    defeated the powerful Turdun Centurion, Winters stopped for a while to gather up the stragglers.

  Tamas brought Winters another maroon steed.

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

"Yes."

The    cavalry team took a short rest and changed their horses, and then charged again where the enemy was.

  …

   Iron Peaks, Gervoudan, Mitchell House.

  There are many iron pots set up in front of the house in Mitchell's Courtyard, cooking something.

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

  There are many clothes poles behind the house, and strips of boiled cloth flutter in the wind, like tassels on clothes.

  Anna tied her hair in a silk scarf like a married lady and combed everything in and out of the courtyard—and three other “shops” of similar size.

   "It's not good! Madame Montagne, the firewood is almost gone." A little girl with soot on her hair and cheeks rushed over to look for Anna.

   Maybe the eyes got dust, the little girl rubbed her eyes while talking.

   "Don't worry, speak slowly." Anna took the little girl to the side, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped it for the latter, and asked patiently, "Why not? Didn't Captain Mason send two cars last night?"

  Mason did send two truckloads of firewood last night, but the woman who worked here secretly took some home.

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

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

   "They dare not come to me, so let you come?" Anna asked gently.

   The little girl nodded.

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

  The little girl obediently left.

  Gevodan has also recently implemented a separate camp system for men and women, but the progress has not been smooth. In Winters' absence, Mason couldn't hold back the gentry and merchants in town.

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

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

  Anna was thinking of Mason when Mason walked in from outside the courtyard.

   "Mr. Mason." Anna bowed and saluted.

   "Madame Montagne." Mason took off his cap.

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

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

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

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

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

  Anna felt a little tired - after the man left, there was no news again, even though he was very close, he didn't even send a letter back.

   She barely maintained a smile: "They are preparing for another fundraiser."

"You have really helped us a lot." Mason praised from the bottom of his heart, and gave his praise: "If it is prepared by the army, I don't know when it will be prepared, and the quality is also uneven. Like this, a pack of three The clean bandages I have never seen before."

   "Just do what you can."

   "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"There are indeed some." Anna cheered herself up and returned to Madame Montagne's role: "Now it is not manpower, but raw materials and tools that restrict this small 'shop'. More pots are needed here - four iron pots There is not enough to use, and more firewood is needed. The raw materials are also insufficient, the cloth collected from donations is limited, and it is not a long-term solution…”

  Mason took out the notebook, and nodded while listening.

   "That's all for now." Anna supported the skirt and bent her knees slightly: "Mr. Mason, please."

  Mason bowed his head respectfully: "I should do it all. It may be a little troublesome for the fabric. The pot and firewood are easy to deal with. I'll send you a few carts first."

   There was nothing else, Mason said goodbye and left.

  Ana looked at the skyline, her thoughts had drifted to the far south.

"Where are you?"

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   [About bandages]

   [The history of bandages is interesting, wrapping wounds to stop bleeding - humans knew this a long time ago. Originally a leather strip or top, sometimes leaves of various plants are also used. After the appearance of fabric, people began to use cloth as a dressing material]

   [The ancient Egyptian pharmacopoeia clearly described how to bandage wounds, they used clean unbleached linen to bandage wounds, applied various herbs, and changed bandages regularly. The period for changing the bandage varies for each wound]

[The situation is different in ancient Rome, where people wore cotton and linen clothes, but originally wounds were not bandaged with cloth, mainly thin strips made of various metals and alloys, which must have copper in them. The ancient Romans believed that copper could hemostasis]

   [Late Roman period, back to cloth bandages. And mainly with red cloth. But at that time, I still used whatever cloth I had on hand, so I used whatever cloth.]

   [By the 18th, military doctors began to prepare clean linen in their rucksacks in advance, and housewives who took care of themselves would also prepare a piece of clean cloth for dressing small wounds made during daily cooking or housework. Originally burlap, later found that muslin was more suitable for dressing wounds]

   [As for the gauze, it won't appear until the end of the 18th]

   (end of this chapter)