Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Year 523 of the Imperial Calendar

Dukedom of Forthland

An unknown hill

The four-year-old war horse lost control after being dragged and stabbed several times.

Its strong skin was split open, and its dark red flesh was turned out. The pressure difference between the inside of blood vessels and the atmosphere causes blood to flow outward uncontrollably.

Every time the strong and powerful heart pumps, the war horse loses more blood.

It jumped up, kicked, and screamed to prevent any humans from approaching, and even tried to turn back and bite its knight several times.

The young knight on horseback withstood more attacks than the war horse.

Although the knight's armor was strong, there were no sharp injuries on his body. However, being hit by several powerful and heavy swings still caused him pain to the point where his breathing almost stopped.

The knight no longer cared about his injuries, he just wanted to rush out of this dead place as soon as possible.

His legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle, trying his best not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control horse.

After his spear pierced the body of the first enemy during the charge, he was unable to pull it out due to the speed of his horse and fell off his hand. His shield was nowhere to be found.

The only weapon he could use to defend himself was an armed sword, and his mind was blank.

The skills, moves and teacher's teachings have long been forgotten, and all that remains is slashing, swinging, and knocking away any weapons that come towards him.

He couldn't figure out how this ragtag group of vendors and craftsmen could survive a flanking charge without being defeated? Not only did they not flee for their lives, but they actively came up to fight with him.

Most of the cavalrymen who launched this charge have already rushed out of the melee zone with their horse speed and are regrouping.

However, there was still a small group of cavalry who failed to break through the encirclement cleanly. Their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that there were enemies on all sides.

If the enemy is defeated by a side attack, the cavalry can drive away the defeated troops and sweep the entire front in one breath.

But if they fail to disperse the enemy and are trapped among them, the cavalry fighting on their own will soon be wiped out.

And he was one of the small half of the cavalry trapped among the enemy.

"Boom."

A loud noise shocked the young knight.

He knew this was the sound of a matchlock, which was the enemy's most powerful weapon and the weapon he feared most.

The sound of the gunshot was reflected many times by the nearby hillside, making the sound of the gunshot sound particularly long.

He was delighted to find that there was not a single bloody hole in his body, but this joy was soon cast into a haze - the fact that he was not shot meant that another companion might have fallen.

At this time, his horse's madness began to weaken, and he could feel that the horse was no longer trying to throw him off its back.

The physical pain of the war horse began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted in the body. The desire to attack caused by panic and rage gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger took over.

At this moment, the horse just wants to leave this area full of blood smell and noise as soon as possible.

The knight also felt this change. He stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, and at the same time used the reins and legs to guide the horse, trying to make the horse run towards a place where the enemy was sparse.

The war horse received the rider's instructions and stopped flopping randomly, but began to accelerate in the direction directed by the knight.

The enemies did not dare to stand in front of the charging horses and all gave way.

They retreated to the sides of the horses, and stabbed each man and horse with their spears.

In just a few seconds from when the war horse stopped going crazy, there were three more wounds on the horse's belly and thighs.

The knight also received two spear blows, but he was full of joy.

Because the knight found that although the morale of these small citizens was high, they were not brave enough to stand still in front of the charging horses and exchange one life for another.

This means that as long as the war horse speeds up, he can escape.

Saved! You can rush out in no time! The knight praised the only savior loudly over and over again in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a huge pulling force on his left shoulder.

Caught off guard, the knight was dragged off the saddle.

While the knight's horse was still going crazy, a halberdier on the edge of the crowd had noticed him.

When the knight accelerated his horse in the direction where there were few people, the halberdier was waiting on his escape route.

The head of the knight's horse passed directly in front of the halberdier, and the halberdier took action decisively, extending the halberd to the knight's side.

When the halberd touched the knight's arm, a huge force instantly acted on him and the halberdier through the halberd.

The halberdier's hands gripped the wooden handle tightly like iron pliers, and his feet were rooted to the ground like tree roots.

For a second, the knight thought he was about to be saved.

The next second, he was dragged off the horse by the halberdier.

The knight felt like he was flying. After a short flight, he fell heavily on the soft grass.

The horse got rid of a burden and sped up to escape from this purgatory.

The knight struggled to get up, but found that his left arm could not use the strength - the huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder.

When the enemies next to him saw him falling to the ground, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed towards him. I stepped on his left arm with my feet, pressed his thighs with my hands, and lay on top of him to suppress his body.

The knight could feel a pair of hands trying to pull off his helmet.

He was so frightened that he held on to his neck brace with his right hand and moaned incomprehensibly in his throat.

He struggled desperately, but couldn't move.

One enemy lifted up his skirt armor, and another musketeer pressed his gun to the chain mail under the skirt armor.

The knight who realized what was about to happen cried and kicked and kicked desperately, but the enemies' hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds and they pinned him to the ground.

The musketeer's mate poured gunpowder into the gunpowder pool at the end of the matchlock and hung the matchlock.

The musketeer pressed the shooting lever without hesitation, and the weakly burning match rope was drawn to the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the gunpowder pool.

The flames spread all the way into the gun chamber and ignited the propellant tightly packed in the gun chamber. The strong thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the gun chamber.

With a loud noise and choking smoke, the lead bullets with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chainmail, armor and knight's skin, penetrated into his soft abdomen, rushed through his abdominal cavity, and mashed his organs to pieces.

The young knight twitched a few times, lay on the ground, and could no longer move.

————————————Imperial Calendar Year 528

Duchy of Piedmont/United Provinces

Shitang Ferry

"A once-in-a-lifetime battle The machine has appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! "Come with me!"

The general with the red feathers on his helmet led his cavalry directly into the heart of the enemy through the gap between the two large square formations, charging fearlessly towards the flag that belonged to the emperor.

"Uukhai! Uukhai!"

The warriors of Plato roared in unison like a boiling sea, formed a front formation, and followed closely behind the general.

The horse's hooves are like rolling thunder, the sharp saber is raised high above the head, and the swallow-tail flag flutters at the tip of the gun.

The groups of knights who tried to block the charge were instantly overwhelmed. Their shining silver armor was like a few splashes in the red torrent, disappearing in an instant.

The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were heartbroken, threw away their weapons and fled.

The hussars were like prophets who parted the Red Sea, clearing away all enemies that stood between them and the false emperor.

Cannonballs, lead, and arrows were fired at them, but the hussars refused to dodge. Their goal was only one, and that was the head of Richard IV.

The Royal Guards were the last barrier. They leveled their halberds, pressed the heels of their boots against the tail of the halberd, and pointed the tip of the halberd straight towards them.

The hussars in the forefront and these halberdiers who refused to retreat almost died together.

But it was the halberdiers' formation that was broken up first, and the roaring rear cavalry cut down everyone who was still standing.

Finally, the red-feathered general could see the gilded helmet of Richard IV.

"The false emperor! Mad Richard! Die!"

The cavalry warriors of Hong Feiyu raised their sabers high and led the last hussars to charge towards the emperor of the Holy Mulu Empire.

The last perspective of his life was tumbling, with all the scenery tumbling in front of him, and he flew up, as if he were a bird.

Now he finally understood why the false emperor dared not retreat.

"Damn it, Court Mage, damn it."

Thinking like this, he closed his eyes and a bunch of flames went out.

The hussars did not see any movement from the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general, including his men and horses, had been turned into several stumps, as if torn apart from the inside by a huge force.

These men from the Plato Plateau did not know [Disintegration Technique]. Seeing the tragic death of someone they loved and loved like a father, they rushed towards the enemy with red eyes and madness.

A masked man raised his hand, and cold light shot out from his hand. One after another, the hussars fell from their horses with bleeding holes in their chests.

The other masked man remained motionless, but the hussars in front of him blushed, their limbs stiffened, and they stopped breathing in an instant.

"Black magic! Witchcraft! Servants of the devil!" the last hussar shouted in panic.

The warrior with a will as strong as steel was also frightened by the scene in front of him. He threw his saber at the false emperor with all his strength.

A masked man hooked his fingers, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory, turning a corner in the air as if being pulled by an invisible hand, and flew into the bushes.

The masked man's hand shot out another cold light, piercing a hole in the head of the last hussar, ending the charge that should have been successful.

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Year 531 of the Imperial Calendar

Republic of Forthland

Guitu City/Drenthe/Drenthe

The city gate was slowly opened, and the door shaft, which lacked lubrication, made a harsh friction sound.

This is the first time that the west gate of Guitu City has been opened since Richard IV's army came to the city two years ago.

The soldiers moved out the components prepared in advance and built a simple pontoon bridge leading to the other side of the trench.

A soldier rode a horse onto the pontoon bridge. He walked through the trenches. He walked through the land that was fully moistened with blood. He walked through the trenches and earthen walls built by the enemy to blockade Drenthe.

He walked through the enemy's military camp and walked into the emperor's palace under the eyes of the enemy, which were either numb or hateful.

Finally, he sat down at a long table under the glares of Richard IV's ministers.

The emperor himself entered the tent after everyone was seated.

He sat on the main chair, looked at the soldier, and asked casually: "Do you want to surrender now? Ned of Tormes."

"No, Your Majesty. It was I who brought you peace." Ned Smith replied sincerely.

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Year 532 of the Imperial Calendar

United Provinces Republic

Guitu City

"It's done! It's done! It's done!" Army Brigadier General Antoine Laurent was jumping and laughing while holding the letter.

He shouted excitedly, slapping his thighs and waving his arms in the air.

He felt that this was not enough, so he pulled out the long sword from the cabinet, slashed randomly in the room, and smashed many bottles and cans.

His wife heard shouting and demolition coming from the study, and hurried over to check.

When Antoine Laurent saw his wife pushing open the door, he threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, picked up his lover and spun around the room several times.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Why are you crazy?" His wife was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Antoine Laurent put down his wife, but did not let go of his hand.

He hugged his lover and kissed her hard on the face: "We are going to have our own magician too!"

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