Chapter 158 Tulu Haug and Naiman

After the fighting, the convoy was in a mess. The living Platoans were gasping and swaying on the ground. The fierce battle just now had drained all their energy.

Some militiamen held the bodies of the fallen and cried bitterly. They were their relatives and friends.

"Who can speak Hartian?" Pierre, carrying a musket on his back, was walking in the carriage house: "Is there anyone who can speak Hartian?"

All he could answer was shaking his head or saying nothing at all.

"Hurd's words? Doesn't anyone understand?" Pierre asked once he saw a living Platonian.

"I can." A thin figure climbed out of the carriage: "What's wrong?"

"You speak Hurd? Hunter?"

Bell was hit by a spear on the head, and his consciousness was still a little dazed: "Be a little more knowledgeable. Before my mother passed away, our family lived in the Bitter Water Department."

"Follow me." Pierre turned and led the way: "The second lieutenant wants a translator."

…

The curved needle brought the cotton thread through the flesh, and Perot, the group's barber and doctor, was suturing the wound on the lieutenant colonel's shoulder.

Lieutenant Colonel Jashka, Da Ma Jin Dao, sat on the powder keg and listened to Lieutenant Bader's report on the battle losses.

The militiamen and coachmen of the baggage train suffered more than two hundred casualties, most of whom were routed, while the casualties in the fighting of the train formation accounted for only a small number.

There are dozens of people missing, probably running into the wilderness in the chaos.

There were also some losses of horses and vehicles...

"Okay! Stop reading it!" The lieutenant colonel waved his hand impatiently: "It sounds very annoying, so I might as well use it as a waiter!"

Bud put away the slip and said warmly: "There's nothing we can do about it. The things in the baggage train belong to the public, but the things belonging to the waiter belong to the waiter himself."

Faced with a sudden attack by Hart's light cavalry, Jashka's militiamen and coachmen abandoned their carriages, horses and baggage without making any resistance, and fled for their own lives, which eventually turned into a rout.

On the contrary, the small businessmen in the rear team who were "protecting" fought desperately to protect the carriages and horses, using wooden sticks and pitchforks to fight with the Herd cavalry.

Because many of them had all their belongings in the car and would lose everything if they were robbed.

"Where are the Herds?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica took a swig of strong liquor to relieve the pain.

"A few ran away, and Lieutenant Cellini led his men to chase them." Bud said slowly: "There are still living and dead Huds left, and Lieutenant Montagne is counting them."

Jessica glanced at Bud beside her and said in a hoarse voice: "You did a good job today."

"Thank you, sir."

It was rare for the one-eyed colonel to praise others, but as always, the cavalry ensign showed no signs of any mood swings.

…

With few men, Hurd couldn't do much.

The number of militiamen and coachmen in the baggage train was close to six hundred, which was not a small number.

Not to mention 600 people, even 600 pigs, the Herds couldn't kill them all in a while, let alone more than 300 Plato traders following behind.

The advantage of the Herds lay in the surprise attack and the fact that the convoy was spread out over a kilometer of convoy to fight independently.

If they bring kindlings, set fires, and rush in and out quickly, the Platuan people will have no way to deal with them.

But the Hurds did not choose to burn the supplies - Lieutenant Colonel Jashka explained it as greed. The Hud words for "fight" and "robbery" are the same, and the Hud want them all.

Facing the merchants who were particularly stubborn in resisting, the Hud people did not confront them head-on. Instead, they turned to deal with the militiamen and coachmen who fled in a hurry.

Then Lieutenant Colonel Jessica and Second Lieutenant Montagne attracted most of the Herds' attention, and the pressure at the rear of the convoy suddenly eased.

When Andre returned to the convoy, he encountered Bud directing the businessmen to form a temporary car formation.

The two discussed it and decided that Andre would take Dussac, who was still able to move, to attack to find out the situation of the battle.

This was the scene where Andre shouted the battle cry of the Third Army and rushed into the car formation.

…

The barber Perrault worked hard to sew up the incision, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't tie the knot.

Bud patted the barber on the shoulder and took the tweezers.

"The scattered people must be gathered together." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica said thoughtfully.

"yes."

"We can't stay here for long, we have to leave as soon as possible."

"yes."

Bader neatly tied the knot and cut the thread.

The lieutenant colonel took another swig of strong wine and yelled while getting dressed: "Where is Montagne? Let him be more tidy. Will it take so long to clean the battlefield?"

…

Winters was leading people to treat the injured, identify and collect the bodies.

The militiamen gradually discovered several Hurds who were still able to move. Winters wanted to interrogate them but couldn't understand what they were saying.

Jessica held the saber and strode over: "What are you doing here?"

Winters saluted: "Lieutenant Colonel, what about the Hurds?"

"What should we do?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica was confused: "The dead ones will be killed, and the dead ones will be killed. Hurry up, we have to leave."

Winters said nothing, just nodded.

"Gather the troops and reorganize. Let the traders clean the battlefield, collect the armor and weapons, and give them the rest. They will be happy to do so."

Winters nodded again.

The lieutenant colonel added: "By the way, don't forget to cut off the dead ghost Hurd's ear, the one you want to wear an earring."

"What?" Winters frowned: "Why?"

"Why? Change money!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica laughed dumbly.

Pierre dragged the little hunter and ran over, shouting from a distance: "Sir, Belle can speak German!"

"Does anyone understand Hedian?" Jessica's eyes suddenly lit up.

Pierre found that the lieutenant colonel was also there and saluted hastily.

"Which of you knows Khedish?" the lieutenant colonel asked the two young Dussacs.

"Me." Belle said unhappily.

"Where did you learn it?"

Bell stared at the tips of his shoes: "My mother."

Winters could see that the little hunter was in a bad mood, but Lieutenant Colonel Jessica obviously didn't care about Big Head Soldier's origins.

The lieutenant colonel yelled at the others: "Bring here all the Hurds who are still alive!"

…

The Hurd prisoners who were still able to speak were bound hand and foot and knelt in a row in front of Lieutenant Colonel Jessica.

"Tell them that I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with them." The lieutenant colonel leaned on his saber and glanced at the prisoners coldly: "Whatever I ask, they answer whatever they want. If they don't tell, they will die."

Bell translated listlessly.

A Hurd man raised his head and shouted something to Bell. Winters couldn't understand, but he could hear the anger in his voice.

"What did he say?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica asked, pointing to the Hurd man who spoke.

Bell glanced at the Lieutenant Colonel with a complicated expression, then lowered his head: "He said, 'You are obviously a Hud, why are you helping the Two-Legged Man?'"

The one-eyed lieutenant colonel sneered and slashed off the head of the Hud who spoke.

The headless corpse hit the ground hard, and blood gushes out from the broken opening. The head flew a short distance and rolled several times on the ground, with its eyes still wide open.

Bell, the kneeling Hedians, the onlookers of Plato... Even Winters was frightened, and some prisoners were even so frightened that they became incontinent.

"What am I asking! What are your answers?" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's saber was still bleeding: "Translate for them."

The conversation that followed went well.

With their faces hidden under their iron helmets and charging with spears and swords, the Hurd cavalry seemed like devils and monsters.

But in the final analysis, they are also human beings who feel pain, fear, and cry. Strip away the identity of soldiers, they are just herdsmen, no different from Plato's militia.

"Which department do you belong to?" the lieutenant colonel asked.

"The Dog Soldiers Department."

"What's the name of your 'Turukota'?"

"Aviye."

The lieutenant colonel stared with one eye and asked word by word: "Who is your 'Haugekota'?"

The Hud in question stiffened when he heard the word "Haugkota" and whispered something.

Bell translated: "He said that the Dog Soldiers Department is a small tribe and there is no Haug."

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica didn't waste any words, and slashed the Hurd man to death with a knife.

Blood splashed onto Bell's face, and the little hunter's body was trembling uncontrollably.

The lieutenant colonel walked up to the third Hurd prisoner and asked, "Who is your 'Haugkota'?"

Without needing an interpreter, the Hurd prisoner trembled out a name.

"Second Lieutenant Montagne!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica yelled.

"exist!"

"Get everyone ready, we'll leave right away."

"keep going?"

"Turn around and head east!"

…

The four horses ran away, and the Hed in the saddle did not hesitate to use their horse power and beat the horses hard.

Although they couldn't see it, the Hurds knew that somewhere behind them, a group of Plato cavalry were pursuing them.

In this way, the Heds and the Palatines chased each other on the rolling wasteland, and occasionally they could only see each other when both sides were at a high place.

The horse was frothing at the mouth and climbed up a hill again. One of the Hurds looked back and shouted in surprise: "Look, the Two-legged people have withdrawn!"

[Note: The Hittites speak the Hittish language. ]

The other Hedians heard this and looked behind them. The Palatine cavalry in the field did not continue to pursue them, but ran away from them.

It was hard to escape, and several Hurds let out a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been tense finally relaxed, and one of the Hedians suddenly yelled at his companions: "[Expletive]! We agreed to do it at the same time, why did you come so late?"

The Hud people who were scolded became furious: "It's obvious that you attacked too early!"

"Stop arguing. Aviya and Hehunshi are dead. What's the point of arguing now?" Another Hed man shouted: "Where is Goka? He promised to take the back road, but why didn't he see him? he?"

The others looked at each other, and then they realized that the guys responsible for attacking the end of the team didn't show up at all.

Second Lieutenant Andrea Cellini, who had given up the pursuit and was returning to the baggage train while cursing, did not know that it was precisely because of his hard blow on the head of "Goka" that the Jashka Brigade did not fall into the trap today. The dilemma of being attacked from three sides.

…

The moonlight was dim, and the team set up torches and drove all night.

Everyone stood ready, match ropes wrapped around their wrists, and halberdiers marching in heavy armour.

Winters was patrolling the stable on his strong luck, and the firelight reflected on his half-armor, making him look particularly eye-catching.

This was the first time since he received this officer's armor that he was dressed neatly.

Wherever the silver-gray horse passed by, the militiamen silently saluted.

Winters heard someone whispering his name, turned around and looked back, and Andre appeared in the night.

"I haven't worn it for so long that I'm not used to it." Andre patted the steel plate on his chest gently. At this moment, he was also wearing armor.

"It's easy to put on, but hard to take off." Winters was a little lost: "I wore it for a year last time, and I don't know how long I will wear it this time."

Andre laughed a few times and joked: "If Lieutenant Colonel Jessica and I keep wearing them, we won't lose our reputation."

Although muskets are a great threat to armor, it is always good to have multiple iron plates on your body during hand-to-hand combat.

According to Winters' observation, the Hurds basically only have cold weapons, so Andre is not a lie.

"By the way." Andre asked, "Do you have any extra swords?"

"What?" Winters didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"Sword, saber, straight."

"There is a one-handed sword and an unedged long sword."

"lend me."

Winters was puzzled: "Don't you have a guy?"

"My hands are full of sabers." Andre slapped his thigh: "There are many armored cavalry among the Hud people. I suffered a big loss today. Lend me all your swords. You don't fight on horseback anyway. Well."

"Fine."

"I won't let you suffer either." Andre said with joy: "I collected two Hurd scimitars today, with steel tip sticks, and I will give you one."

Winters asked jokingly: "Just give me a handful?"

"I also want to keep a spare one."

The two chatted for a few words, but fell into silence unknowingly.

Andre's sigh broke the silence. He looked at the night behind him and asked with some trembling: "Hey, Winters, do you think there are really a thousand Herd cavalry chasing us behind us?"

…

In the Khedic language, "Kota" means small leader, "Tulu" means hundred people, and "Haug" means thousand people.

The organization of the Hed people adopts the decimal system. The organization of the centurions is one hundred people, the one above the centurions is the one-thousand-man team, and the one above the one-thousand-man team is the ten-thousand-man team.

There are extensive offensive and defensive covenants among the Hed tribes, and all chiefs are equal in principle. In the event of war, each tribe must provide soldiers to the war boss [Warboss].

Some tribes were so small that they could only produce half a tuulu. Even so, the Tulu of the small tribe have the same status as the Haug or even the "Naiman [Ten Thousand People]" of the large tribe.

So a Haug must contain ten tuulus, but a tuulu does not necessarily belong to a certain Haug.

Because of this, Hurd's "Naiman" is extremely rare. The last time there was this establishment was thirty years ago. But whenever a team of ten thousand people appears in the wilderness, the Platoans are in big trouble.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica did not recognize the "Haug Cotta" in Hurd's mouth, but he used this to confirm that the Centurion who attacked the baggage train came from a "Haug".

Even if most of the thousand-man troops in Hed's tribes were not satisfied with the number, one more Tulu would be enough to destroy the baggage team.

So Lieutenant Colonel Jessica decisively ordered a U-turn and returned to the previous camp.

…

"Not a thousand, at most nine hundred. We have already killed a centurion." Winters pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Are you afraid? It's not like you."

Andre took out his pipe from his pocket and Winters lit it for him.

Lieutenant Cellini took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Do you remember those Hurd slaves on Red Sulfur Island?"

"Um."

"I can't forget the sight of those Heds stripping off their clothes, smearing them with peat, and climbing up the fortress wall with daggers in their teeth." Andrei knocked on his forehead and said slowly: "Although the Goat guys are all very confident. , but if the Hedians are not afraid of death like that, I don’t think the Japanese guy can win this battle.”

"Are you really scared?" Winters was really shocked.

Andre waved his hand: "It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just talking about the matter."

Winters thought for a while and said seriously: "It's different. The Hurds on Red Sulfur Island have a reason to look forward to death. They dream of going home. But most of the Hurds who fought with Plato probably don't. , but neither does the Platoon. If the competition is bad, Platoon will probably win."

Andre emptied his pipe on the heel of his boots, sighed, and said, "That's right, where can we find so many soldiers who are not afraid of death?"

Winters couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that a few of us would actually come to fight with the Hud people. I wonder if those Hud slaves have gone home?"

The two chatted casually for a few words, and then went on their own rounds.

It wasn't until late at night that the baggage team returned to the camp where they set out in the morning. This is a simple temporary camp without any effective defenses at all.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica only gave everyone two hours of rest.

Two hours later, the convoy will continue to move towards the fortified camp on the bank of the River Styx.

The Palatians in the convoy were busy filling their bellies.

Winters walked to a carriage and opened the door. Father Rhett and the young lion were in the carriage.

"That's all for now." Winters put a can of water and two pieces of bread on the car seat: "We don't have time to make a fire now, so we'll make do."

The hungry lion cub whined dissatisfiedly and begged for food.

"You need to be hungry first!" Winters glared at the little lion: "I'll find you something to eat when we get there."

The lion cub buried his head in his front legs and whimpered slightly again, as if he was complaining.

Now the size of the lion cub is close to that of an adult large dog, and its paws are as big as Winters' hand. Winters can't even hold it.

Today, thanks to this "little" thing, Brother Rhett was protected, but the young lion was also exposed to everyone in the convoy.

Fortunately, the old magician casually made up the reason that "the Lord descended as a lion to protect his servants", which really fooled the believers who paid homage to him.

"This little guy is human and has a spirit. If he were in Celica, he might be able to become a cat master or something like that." Brother Rhett stroked the lion cub's mane and said, "It bit someone today. , but it’s not a big problem, just don’t let him taste human flesh.”

Winters nodded and suddenly said seriously: "Brother Rhett."

"I'm not used to you using honorifics." The old monk was a little flattered.

"When you reach the river, you and Father Carman cross the bridge, and I will send someone to take you back to Wolf Town."

The old man smiled and asked: "Why, you can't afford the scribe's salary anymore?"

Winters showed his determination with his eyes.

The old magician made a joke and said: "That kid Kaman will leave if he wants. But I can't. I once swore a strong oath to only go west and never return east. Aren't you forcing me to break my oath?"

Winters was helpless: "I'm very serious, I'm not joking."

"I'm also very serious, I'm not joking." The old magician laughed.

Winters slammed the door and thought: "Let Carman arrange this."

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