Iron Powder and Spellcasters - Chapter 453

  Chapter 453 The Great Alliance Moves Forward (End)

   The setting sun hangs in the west, and the red flag is fierce.

   For a moment, the battlefield suddenly became eerily quiet, as if all the fighting stopped at the same moment. The muskets no longer sounded, the swords no longer collided, and even the military musicians put down their drum horns, bewildered.

   But the eerie silence was only for a moment, because the next moment the earth-shattering cheers overwhelmed everything.

  From the South Shore to the North Shore, from the fields to the valleys, from the **** Tamas at the forefront to the monkeys who have not really fought on the reserve front, every Iron Peak County veteran is screaming wildly.

   Cries of victory, the blood of wolves, the high-pitched battle cry used by all mankind long before the birth of language and civilization.

   No matter how many reasons the enemy wins, no matter how likely they are to lose, when the soldiers who followed Winters Montagne saw the flag on the horizon, they no longer had any doubts about the outcome of the day.

Even the newly recruited prisoners were infected with the emotions of their comrades, shouting more fervently than the veterans, using shouts to scare away death, and using shouts to forget danger, as a member of an invincible army, from the heart , shouting hoarsely.

  Compared to the jubilation in the Tiefeng County army, the parliamentary army fighting for the dignitaries of the kings and castles far away in the sky was executed in silence.

   Even the dullest parliamentary army soldiers could detect the ebb and flow of the two armies invisibly, but many of them still didn’t understand what was going on.

   And every parliamentary army officer staring at the blood-stained red flag was silently reciting the same name:

   “Winters Montagne.”

   Even an honorary officer who has just been commissioned has more or less heard another name for that name from his colleagues:

   “The ghost of the Styx who has risen from the dead.”

   Having seen the subtle changes in the battlefield flow, Bart Xia Ling rushed to the reserve front, raised his saber and pointed at the last two square formations of the Sixth Army, and without any hesitation gave the general assault order:

   “All! Shock – Forward!”

The monkey only felt a fire burning in his chest, causing his blood to surge and his heart to beat wildly. Although the tiredness and soreness that permeated his body did not diminish, it could no longer stop him from spreading his legs and waving his arms. .

   Hearing the order of the second battalion commander, the monkey immediately roared and rushed to the enemy before all the comrades in the reserve front.

In the artillery position in the northeast direction of the battlefield, seeing this situation, Seb Carrington snorted softly, and curled his lips helplessly and dismissively, but in his eyes he tried to hide but couldn’t hide it at all. envy.

The lieutenant next to    coughed kindly and asked impatiently, “Major, what should we do? Are we going to attack?”

  Cerber raised his brows unconsciously. He turned around and saw the eager expressions of his subordinates, all of them looking at him eagerly.

   However, since they had not received the military order, the Tiefeng County light cavalry who controlled the artillery position did not dare to reveal their identity and position, so they could only swallow their cheers and their faces flushed.

  Cerber Carrington’s eyes swept across the main battlefield on both sides of the river valley village – the puppet government infantry has been essentially torn into two parts, the remnants of the east bank who are about to die, and the four brigades on the west bank that are almost unscathed;

Major    looked to the southwest again—the coalition cavalry had achieved an overwhelming advantage with the assistance of the Iron Peak Musketeers, and the red and blue uniformed cavalry were driving the brown cavalry from the battlefield.

   In the end, the major turned his head and counted the subordinates who rushed to the battlefield—two or three cats and dogs, less than fifty sabers in total.

   All light cavalrymen who successfully reached Sheze were sent out as a search party, and there were only so many that could be gathered in a short period of time.

   Major Seber already had a judgment in his mind. He frowned, bared his teeth at the lieutenant beside him, and asked without a smile, “What should I do? You teach me?”

   The lieutenant who asked aloud just now felt like a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, and immediately slumped.

Seber held the saber and ordered in a deep voice: “Report our identity to Colonel Skool, he should not be dead according to the semaphore; Leiqun County cavalry will also go to someone, no matter who commands them, ask him to gather his troops and join me. – The puppet army in the West Bank left a few teams of light cavalry to contain it, and let him stop wasting his horsepower chasing and killing those few remnant defeated generals.”

   “Major, the commander of the Leiqun County Cavalry…” A lieutenant hesitated: “I’m afraid he won’t obey orders obediently.”

  Cerber Carrington’s eyes widened, and he showed two wolf-like fangs, and repeated word by word: “Let him come to see me.”

The lieutenant didn’t say much more, and swiftly summoned a few light cavalry, quickly galloped off the earthen post, and headed for the west bank.

   “Then what is our order? Senior.” Another older lieutenant asked calmly.

Sebo’s face softened a little, he raised his arm and pointed to the battlefield: “The puppet army on the east bank is almost finished, and when they are finished, the puppet army on the west bank can’t go back to the camp, and lose the cavalry cover, that is the meat on the chopping block. , clean up how you want to clean up.”

“Remember! To win a battle is not by not being afraid of death, but by the ability to seize the opportunity.” After giving the students a lesson on the spot, Sebo finally glanced at the blood-colored battle flag on the distant hill, turned around, Crossing his hips, he gave the order in high spirits:

“If the puppet army on the West Bank intends to stick in place, we will continue to nail it here to monitor them; if the puppet army on the West Bank wants to meet the puppet army on the East Bank, or if the puppet army on the East Bank wants to join the puppet army on the West Bank, we will resolutely attack them. they; if…”

   Before Seber finished speaking, a low exclamation suddenly sounded around him.

An incredible shock appeared on the faces of the officers in front of    Seber, and the light cavalry from Iron Peak County immediately rushed to the war horse.

  Cerber shouted badly, and then looked towards the hill to the southeast, and saw that the owner of the blood-colored military flag had already galloped down the hillside alone, rushing straight towards the main formation of the Great Council Army.

  The rangers on the periphery of the parliamentary army’s front noticed the change immediately, and they all flanked him at the same time.

   Even the cavalry of the new reclamation army who was supervising the formation was disturbed. A group of cavalry was separating from the supervising team, obviously going to intercept and kill.

  Cerber yelled and snatched the reins of the warhorse, and the other officers also ran to their mounts.

   “If that bastard’s brain is hot, he has to go into battle himself!” Seb grabbed the saddle, stepped on the stirrup, jumped on the saddle angrily, and shouted like a vent: “Then everything I said just now is a fart!”

   In the blink of an eye, the iron peak county light cavalry in the artillery position has been prepared. Except for the few people who were watching over the gunners, the rest of the light cavalry formed a shock formation behind Seber.

  The saber was draped over his shoulder, reflecting the blood-colored glow in the setting sun; the warhorse shook its head, snorted hot air, and kept hitting the ground with its front hooves.

   “All of them! There is only one order!” Cerber drew his saber and swung it in the air, the blade falling all the way above the ears of the warhorse: “Aid Winters Montagne – at all costs!”

   The cannon roared three times, and the **** of war rained three times of lead and iron among the soldiers in brown.

   Stepping through the gunpowder smoke, Sebo personally led the Iron Peak County light cavalry, like arrows from a string, and slayed the parliamentary army at the foot of the mound.

  The artillery bombardment from behind made the brown-clothed soldiers who were forced by the butcher knife to re-enter the battlefield, wailing.

   It was not until they heard the sound of hoofs and saw the unfamiliar cavalry rushing down the earthen mound that the superintendent of the parliamentary army realized that the shelling just now was not an accidental shot.

  The brown-clothed cavalry who surrounded the defeated soldiers immediately stepped forward to meet them, and the brown-clothed cavalry who went to intercept the rebel leader also immediately turned back.

   However, before the latter came back, the Iron Peak County light cavalry had already killed the former, roaring into the row of the parliamentary cavalry.

   In the hand-to-hand fight, Seber calmly blocked a fatal slash, and reflexively placed the saber on the opponent’s right arm, and then dragged the saber forward with astonishing force.

   After the two cavalry passed by, there was a deep bone wound on the arm of the brown-clothed cavalryman, and his arm drooped down all of a sudden. The saber also took off his hand, and was hung on the wrist by the spike of the knife.

  Cerber neither chased after him and swung a second knife, nor did he care about the fate of the other party. It was just a trivial moment in the war, and he had already learned how to let go of superfluous emotions.

   However, the other half of Seber’s brain was constantly warning him, constantly reminding him that something was wrong.

   He looked around at the cavalry, the enemy and the enemy, who were caught in the melee, still a trivial fragment of the war, the same as before and after, except that there were no officers among the brown cavalry.

  …No officers except the brown cavalry.

  Cerber’s heart clenched violently, all the blood rushed to the top of his head, and the most unimpressed plan before the war became the most imminent crisis.

   He almost subconsciously turned his head to look to the southeast, and shouted with the last of his strength, “Countermeasures for the caster!”

   But the battlefield was so chaotic that it was impossible for Cerber’s voice to be transmitted to the other side of the battlefield.

   Even if his voice could be transmitted to the other side of the battlefield, it was too late, because the owner of the Crimson Flag had already leaped into the parliamentary army’s main formation on the hills east of Hegu Village.

   followed by a deafening bang.

  The air wave rolled the soil and gravel into the sky, and then crashed down. Gunpowder and dust spewed in all directions, and all the soldiers left behind on the periphery of the parliamentary army were overturned by the shock wave.

  Cerber, Tamas, Bart Shalling… The heartbeat of everyone on the battlefield stopped for a beat with the explosion. Half of them turned from surprise to ecstasy, while the other half seemed to fall from heaven to hell.

   Unprecedented panic appeared in the minds of the people of Iron Peak County, because they had never thought about it – did not even imagine that this scene would happen.

  Only those who are prepared will react first, and the last cavalry with a complete formation of the parliamentary army rushed to the original position of the formation.

  According to Colonel Sarnell’s arrangement, no one could be spared. But the goal of “anti-magic tactics” is not only to “ensure destruction,” but also to “prove destruction.”

  The cavalry of the parliamentary army rushed to the ambush site and rushed into the gunpowder before everyone else. Everything was going according to plan…except for the reaction of the Tiefeng County Army.

  The expected shake and collapse did not appear, and the Tiefeng County Army broke out into unimaginable fury after a brief shock.

   The Iron Peak County hussars in the melee threw off the enemy and rushed towards the explosion site desperately.

   The **** slaughter begins again, and this time it can’t even be called an offense, because it has no other purpose but to kill, kill, and kill.

   The last three brigade phalanxes of the “Sixth Army” were shattered by the impact, and they were about to collapse across the board.

   In the face of all kinds of danger, the parliamentary army on the west bank no longer ignored the threat from the rear, and stepped on the causeway of the cavalry of Leiqun County from Hegu Village and plunged into the battlefield on the east bank.

The situation on the eastern bank of the    river valley has turned into a great melee, with brown spots intertwined with blue-gray spots, and the concept of battle lines no longer exists.

   There are no more fronts and rears, only life and death; there are no longer friendly and enemy troops, only those to be killed and those not to be killed.

   On the periphery of the battlefield, Colonel Sarnell, who had put on a common soldier’s shirt, had essentially lost his control over the parliamentary army. He’s played the last card, exhausted all the reserves, and tried his best.

   At this moment, Sanel Carroy is like a gambler who has put down all the chips, and the outcome is no longer in his control.

   It may be that the parliamentary army collapsed in the next second, or the coalition army collapsed in the next second, and Sanel was unable to make even the slightest impact on the outcome.

   All he could do was pray desperately—he had never had a more devout moment in his decades of life—that the rebels would fall apart a second earlier.

   He stared at the position of the main formation, pinning all his hopes there, counting on the brown-coat cavalry carrying the evidence of the “complete destruction” of the rebel leader, rushing out of the smoke and overturning the first domino that the rebels always defeated.

   As if something had heard a prayer, Sanel saw the brown cavalry disappearing behind the smoke screen, appearing again from the dust.

  Like a gambler at the roulette table seeing that the red ball finally landed on the number he pressed, a frantic roar erupted in Sanel’s chest: “The bandit leader is dead!”

   However, the next moment, the situation has completely reversed – the brown cavalry is not reporting victory, but fleeing for their lives in a panic.

  The red ball finally bounced and landed in the adjacent grid.

  The ghost climbed out of the Styx again, riding the enemy’s warhorse through the smoke screen, the shattered battle flags were hunting, and the earth seemed to groan under his horse’s hooves.

  The parliamentary army cavalry standing in front of him was literally torn apart – when the soldiers loyal to the grand parliamentary army really faced the legend, they realized that he was a hundred times more terrifying than the legend.

  Sannell could only watch helplessly as the ghost of Styx penetrated the siege of the Rangers, then the phalanx of the Sixth Legion, and finally the thin layer of cavalry wrapped around the rout.

   What happened next was an almost one-sided massacre.

  The humans in brown coats screamed like sheep driven by wild beasts, rolling and crawling to flee in all directions.

   They were forced to return to the battlefield by the supervising team, and it was fear rather than fighting spirit that drove them to act.

  When something more terrifying than the supervising team appeared, even the saber of the supervising team could not stop the reorganized parliamentary army from fleeing for the second time.

   It was like glass was shattered by a hammer, and the counterattack force assembled by the parliamentary army at all costs exploded into countless pieces in front of one person.

The huge wave that broke out in an instant even swept the others on the battlefield, and the parliamentary army and Iron Peaks cavalry scattered by hundreds of routers swept into every brown spot and blue-gray spot. in a gap.

  Cerber wanted to gather his subordinates, but there was chaos around him.

   He reined in his horse and looked around, and there were people driven by instinct to flee and trampled corpses everywhere. Pale golden wheat fields were trampled into quagmire, mixed with blood and minced meat, and disappeared into whining and whimpering.

   Horse hooves rolled from the east, but the parliamentary army had run out of reinforcements.

  Sannell is in despair – from now on, every new army that appears on the battlefield will only be reinforcements from the rebels.

   As expected, a heavy cavalry galloped towards the battlefield from the provincial road, with a flag painted with a winged lion fluttering in the wind, and the figure of Andrea Cellini was at the forefront of the column.

   The marching route of the cavalrymen in Tiefeng County was not a mountain, but a river, which went straight down into the Snake Lake. Therefore, the cavalry team, which should have arrived at the scheduled rendezvous point first, detoured the farthest way.

   But anyway, they rushed to the battlefield.

   But when Andre saw the scene on both sides of the river valley village at the moment, he couldn’t help but be surprised.

  The battlefield has fallen into complete chaos. Enemies are everywhere, friendly forces are everywhere; tens of thousands of people have been stuffed into the fields on the north bank, some are running for their lives, some are fighting.

   “Sir.” Turin stuttered and asked, “What should I do?”

“Wherever there is an enemy, go where!” Andrei came to a conclusion at a glance, he buckled his helmet and drew out his saber: “The puppet army has only the last breath left, and all the remnants follow the military flag to fight separately – then we Go grab their flag!”

   “Fall into battle!” Turin took a deep breath, raised his lance, turned and shouted at his comrades: “Capture the flag!”

   “Capture the Flag!”

   “Capture the Flag!”

   “Capture the Flag!!”

   The heavy cavalry of Tiefeng County charged towards the “Banner of the First King” in the center of the battlefield, and the sea split in front of them.

  When Andre personally cut down the flag of the late king, the last honor, courage and dignity of the “Sixth Legion” also disappeared.

  Andre picked up the regimental flag in the blood and held it high above his head: “Next!”

   “Next!!” What responded to him was a thunderous cheer.

   No one has a second view of today’s victory or defeat.

  …

  …

   Dusk.

  The warm sun shines on churches and hills, casting long, narrow shadows on the fields.

   Except for the corpses that stretched for several miles, there were almost no “people” standing on the battlefield.

  The coalition soldiers who were chasing the fleeing enemy had disappeared from the horizon, and only one cavalry remained watching the remnants of the parliamentary army trapped in River Valley Village.

   When the artillery of Iron Peak County finally arrived on the battlefield, the remnants of the parliamentary army were desperately trying to break through.

   The last two battalions of the parliamentary army, which were still organized, together with the other defeated soldiers who fled into Hegu Village, formed a large phalanx with a size of more than a thousand people, and moved slowly along the provincial road toward the camp.

   The Tiefeng County artillery unloaded their cannons on the mound and continued to bombard them.

Before    had gone one kilometer, the thousand-person phalanx disintegrated under the artillery fire, and the soldiers joined the panic-stricken escape.

   In this battle, the last formed unit of the Grand Council Army disappeared.

  Jacob Green, who witnessed this scene, wrote this record in his notes:

   “At four o’clock in the afternoon, Colonel Bode Gates lost the battle;”

   “At six o’clock in the afternoon, the tribune of Winters Montagne won the battle.”

  …

  …

   By the time Winters rushed back to Riverdale, it was completely dark.

   From the main gate to the central army tent, a series of torches were lit in the coalition camp.

When    Winters rode into the camp, the coalition soldiers on both sides of the road unconsciously lowered their heads. Only after Winters walked past did the coalition soldiers dare to raise their eyes and look at the back of “Blood of the Wolf” in awe.

  Mason had been guarding outside the central army tent, and the moment he saw Winters, who looked tired and pale, the eyes of the senior suddenly turned red.

   “It’s all my fault. I was the first to leave…” Mason was so dumb that he could barely speak, he fought back tears and blamed himself in pain: “If I had arrived in time, it wouldn’t have been like this…”

   Winters did not console Mason, nor did he accuse Mason. He just shook the senior’s hand, looked into the senior’s eyes, and shook his head gently.

   Major Moritz, who was also guarding outside the tent, supported Mason and patted the latter’s arm silently.

   “Colonel Bird is in there?” Winters asked.

   “Inside.” Moritz paused: “He’s waiting for you.”

   Winters took off his weapon, walked to the door of the big tent, and opened the curtain silently.

   The dim candlelight shone on Winters, and all the eyes of everyone in the tent turned to him.

   Colonel Geisa, Colonel Skool, Captain Losson, Lieutenant Woods… Almost all the officers of the four-county coalition forces who are still alive are in the tent at the moment.

   They looked at Winters Montagne with complicated expressions, at the junior of the Army Academy, at the ghost of Styx, at the leader of the Iron Peak County rebels, at the man who turned the tide today.

The    officers stepped back slowly, making way for Winters.

   In the center of the tent, Colonel Bode Gates, who was half lying on the marching couch, looked at Winters with a smile.

   Winters suppressed his emotions and walked quickly to Colonel Bode.

   Colonel Bode had a blood-soaked shirt under his chest. He was speechless, just looked at Winters and nodded lightly.

   Winters held the Colonel’s only right hand, and couldn’t hold back any longer, tears welling up in his eyes.

   Colonel Bode smiled again and shook his head slowly.

The colonel    closed his eyes, and a tear slid from the corner of his eye.

   He opened his eyes again and looked at Winters, his chest heaving up and down, his bloodless, dry lips were struggling to open a gap, and a faint voice came out from his lips and teeth intermittently:

   “The sun…and the stars…sound…in unison…”

   Winters knelt beside the marching couch on one knee, held the Colonel’s thin hand, and wiped away tears:

   “The earth swelled with majestic songs.”

  School Mecklen stared at Colonel Bode and Winters Montagne:

   “The hope of humanity sings.”

   “A tribute to the birth of a new world.”

  Gisa Adonis’s half face covered with terrifying scars trembled uncontrollably, he couldn’t bear to stay any longer, turned and walked outside the tent. When he opened the tent, the low voices of the officers also drifted outside the tent:

   “The Great Alliance goes forward.”

   “The battle flag is flying high.”

   Richard Mason, almost overwhelmed by guilt, choked up:

   “Fight side by side for victory.”

   “A free new world.”

  …

  [West Bank of Unnamed Creek]

   A young man in the uniform of a parliamentary army officer woke up from a coma, sitting blankly among the corpses.

   A group of peasants walked past him as if he didn’t exist at all.

Those farmers all had a long wooden stick in their hands, and they beat on the corpse as they walked. When they found iron objects, they bent down and picked them up and put them in the back basket. The coalition forces were not enough, so they searched for farmers from Hegu Village and nearby villages. , hired them to clean the battlefield on a piece rate.

  The parliamentary army officer stared blankly as the farmer rummaged through the corpses of his subordinates and his enemies, stepped on the dead with no respect, turned the dead with his feet, and stole the property of the dead.

  An equally young coalition officer who was supervising the farmer cleaning the battlefield got off his horse, took out the water bottle, and silently handed it to the parliamentary army officer.

  The parliamentary army officer stared blankly at the kettle in his hand, and suddenly burst into tears.

  …

   “All oppressed people unite.”

   “Rise up against the evil empire that enslaves you.”

  …

  [East Bank of Unnamed Creek]

The    monkey hugged a corpse in a breastplate and sobbed uncontrollably. In the middle of the breastplate, a huge tear-shaped bullet hole was clearly visible. Above the breastplate, the honest and honest face of the recruit Danzi Paco was dead.

  The old sergeant Roussillon stood beside the monkey and put his hand on the monkey’s shoulder without saying a word.

  …

   “The roar of the people will be like rolling thunder.”

   “Be as relentless as the tide and time.”

  …

  [Medical clinic at the corner of the camp]

   Screams and curses came one after another, and sawed arms and legs haphazardly piled into hills outside the tent.

   An officer with both legs completely amputated below the knee laughed mournfully as he crawled on the ground with mud.

  …

   “The Great Alliance goes forward.”

   “The battle flag is flying high.”

  …

  [The field under the mound where the artillery positions are located]

   A warhorse with its front legs blown off was lying on the ground, and the blood under it had gathered into a small pool.

   It shed tears and slowly chewed the straw beside its mouth.

  …

   “Fight side by side for victory.”

   “A free new world.”

  …

  [East Bank of Unnamed Creek]

   The pyre on which the bodies were burned burst into flames. The strange tar smell drifted into the distance along with the thick smoke.

  People covered their mouths and noses with triangular scarves and threw more corpses into the fire with expressionless faces.

  …

   “Just as the morning will meet the sun.”

   “Like a river must flow into the sea.”

  …

  [downstream of the unnamed creek]

   Naked swollen corpses ran aground in the shoals downstream.

  The villagers along the coast cut off the clothes from the corpse.

  …

   “A new day for the Senas has come.”

   “Our children will live proud and free.”

  …

  [Snake Ze]

  Andrei threw the flag of the parliamentary army outside the wall.

   Sheze opened the door and surrendered.

  …

   “The Great Alliance goes forward!”

   “The mast flag flutters in the wind!”

  …

  [Silver Mountain]

   The sound of hooves followed behind.

  The brown-clothed soldier desperately got into the forest and fled to the green valley.

  …

   “Fight side by side for victory!”

   “A free new world!”

  …

  [Central tent of coalition camp]

   Colonel Bode’s eyes lit up, he took the last bit of strength, held Winters’ hand tightly, and smiled with relief:

   “Just as the morning will meet the sun.”

   “Like a river must flow into the sea.”

   “A new day for the Senas has come.”

   “Our children will live free and proud.”

   Winters also took Colonel Bode’s hand tightly and sang firmly:

   “The Great Alliance goes forward!”

   “The flag of righteousness flutters in the wind!”

   “Fight side by side for victory!!”

   “A free new world!!”

  When the last lyric ended, Bode Gates passed away suddenly at the age of forty-six outside River Valley Village.

  This battle to decide the fate of the new land has come to an end.

   [I’m late…sorry]

   [But it’s a big chapter, and it’s a final chapter]

   [This plot could have been written more refined and better, but I was too procrastinated (hit the wall) (hit the wall) (hit the wall)]

   [I will learn my lesson and never make the same problem in subsequent episodes]

   [Thanks to book lovers for their collection, reading, subscription, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, rewards and comments, thank you all]

  

  

   (end of this chapter)