Chapter 164 Breaking the Defense

Commander Alaric sat on the ground and stared at the bridgehead not far away without saying a word.

One by one, the Hurd warriors climbed over the camp wall and disappeared from sight.

No one knew what was happening on the other side of the low earthen wall. They could only see clouds of gunpowder smoke rising, and all they could hear were screams and screams.

Several Hurds covered in blood crawled out of the wall. Others on the edge of the trench began to run back. One Tulu was defeated.

Alaric waved his hand, and the other Tulu shouted and ran towards the Styx.

Behind Haugkota, more than a hundred Hed warriors wearing heavy armor also sat on the ground.

They were recharging their strength, waiting for the final blow.

…

The Platuan people in the Hexi camp became increasingly desperate.

The ruthless Hurd barbarians piled their corpses on the wall, and eight centurions took turns to fight, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.

The southwestern camp wall had been dug out by the Hurds with a gap of more than ten meters wide. It was only thanks to Bader's use of carts to build an inner wall and the support of Montagne's team that the Hurds' attack was temporarily resisted.

The Platuan people were slumped in the corner holding their weapons. Winters walked in front of them. Those who were still alive silently nodded to the ensign.

As his eyes swept over the faces of the men he brought out from Wolf Town, Winters suddenly had an idea: he couldn't defend this place.

The fall of a city begins with the disillusionment of hope.

Despair permeated the camp, and the fighting spirit of the Platoans was rapidly disintegrating.

But Winters couldn't blame anyone. In his opinion, it was a miracle that the militia had held on this far.

A month ago, they were just a group of farmers who were temporarily recruited for their duties. They did the same hard work as the civilian husbands every day and received less than half of the salary of the civilian husbands.

Now, they were trapped in the lonely fort at the bridgehead, taking turns fighting with thousands of ferocious Hurd barbarians.

Winters clenched his teeth, and one sentence echoed in his mind: "This won't work."

The death-like bell rang again.

"Barbarian!" the soldiers on the sentry tower shouted at the top of their lungs: "Coming towards the gap!"

Winters climbed onto the platform and looked outside the wall.

Finally, the Hedians became impatient, and Alaric's team finally dispatched.

Only hundreds of armored cavalry came, but the momentum of the charge was like a huge wave. The horse's hooves stirred up smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, and even the earth trembled.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's cavalry and Lieutenant Colin's remnants also quickly moved towards the gap in the camp wall.

However, the militiamen at the gap finally couldn't bear it anymore. One man dropped his weapon and turned around, and everyone fled.

Winters shouted and blocked, but could not stop the people whose will had collapsed.

Lieutenant Colonel Jessica who arrived was furious. Winters could hear him roaring from a distance: "Montagne! Clear out the deserters!"

Winters made no move.

"Purge the deserters!"

Winters drew his saber and caught up with the deserter who was running ahead.

He recognized who the deserter was. He knew the deserter's father and had met the deserter's mother and sister. He once sat at the dining table of a deserter's house and warmed himself by a campfire with a deserter.

When the deserter looked back at him, what he saw was Vashika's horrified face.

The moment the saber was swung down, Winters trembled. He twisted the blade and struck Vashika on the back of the head with the blade.

Vashika fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The violent tactics temporarily shocked the fleeing people.

"Run away now, and everyone will die!" Winters stopped his horse and shouted sternly: "Return to the front!"

Lieutenant Colonel Jeshka arrived with Dussac, and the cavalry ruthlessly drove the broken troops back to the gap in the camp wall.

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The attack of the Hudjia cavalry was eventually repulsed, leaving dozens of corpses between the cart ramparts and the camp walls.

The battle lasted from morning to dusk, and the most elite Tulu was seen retreating, and the Hud people slowly withdrew.

But everyone knows that the Hed Barbarians are only temporarily retreating, they are licking their wounds and regrouping.

When tomorrow comes, nothing can stop them from taking over the Hexi camp.

After the Herds withdrew, the traders following the baggage train requested that the trucks be moved to the other side of the river, but Lieutenant Colonel Jessica refused.

"It's not impossible to win!" Lieutenant Colin held his head in the meeting and murmured to himself: "The Hed Barbarians are no more than a thousand-man team. We have more than 600 people, holding the camp, one against two, how can we not defeat them? win?"

Winters couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the other party angrily: "That's not the six hundred standing army, it's farmers! It's coachmen! It's merchants! Recognize the reality, Lieutenant! If you can't hold it, you can't hold it!"

"What do you mean?" Jessica looked at her subordinates.

Winters stood up and, after much mental struggle, said, "I'm going to withdraw my people to the other side of the river."

Colin raised his head in shock. He heard the second lieutenant's firm and calm tone, but he saw the other party's light shadow on the wall dancing like a wild beast.

Jessica curled her lips, leaned back on the chair, narrowed her eyes and asked the other two lieutenants: "Where are you two?"

Winters spoke immediately: "It has nothing to do with them."

"They have mouths," Jessica said coldly.

Bud put his sword on his knees and spoke at a leisurely pace: "What Second Lieutenant Montagne means is what I mean."

"Me too." Andre replied in a muffled voice.

Colin stood up helplessly. The poor honest man wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Want to mutiny? You can." Lieutenant Colonel Jessica sneered and put his boots on the table: "Kill me."

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Colin pulled Winters' sleeve, almost begging: "Don't... don't do this..."

"Shh!" Winters signaled the senior to be silent: "Don't talk or ask. If you are held accountable in the future, just say that I held you hostage."

The second lieutenant stared at the lieutenant with stern eyes: "Or do you want to die?"

Colin shuddered and groped his way back into his chair.

"No matter what obligations they have, my people have overfulfilled their duties." Winters seemed to be saying to the lieutenant colonel, but it was more like convincing himself: "They are civilians who receive half pay, not standing troops who voluntarily eat military rations. I won't let them die for a camp they can't hold."

Jessica shook her head slightly and said, "I told you a long time ago not to have personal relationships with soldiers. For Plato, this floating bridge is more important than the lives of ten thousand militiamen. Don't you understand? ?”

"Fuck you! Do you think I care about fucking Plato?" Winters suddenly burst out: "I care about this bridge? I care about winning or losing? I've wanted to do this for a long time! You think I care about you shit? ?”

He pulled at the hem of his clothes and asked hysterically: "Do you think I want to fight for you? Do you think I care about this uniform?"

In a rage, Montagne punched the wall, causing the house to tremble and the wooden boards on the wall to break into two pieces.

Jessica was also stunned by this sudden outburst. He sighed: "Kill me, it's up to you."

"I was saving the lives of both of you." Winters took off the swords of the lieutenant colonel and the lieutenant and threw them to Bud: "You can put the responsibility on me as you like, and I will never refute it."

Leaving Bud to guard the two, Winters and Andre left the cabin.

After going out, Andre grabbed Winters.

"If you want me to say, it's better to just..." Andre made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Throw it into the river, and we can explain it any way we want."

Winters shook his head: "No need, I will go back to Veneta after crossing the river. I miss home too."

"You really don't want to kill?"

"do not kill."

"Oh." Andre said helplessly, "Okay, let's wait until we get home and see if there is any small business to do."

"Thanks."

"Thank you for what?" Andre showed a row of teeth: "It hurts both sides."

…

That night, Lieutenant Montagne took command of the Jessica Brigade.

The Hexi military camp immediately began to evacuate in an orderly manner. The wounded came first, the baggage followed, and the bodies of the dead were also taken away by Winters.

In order to prevent being discovered by Hurd's sentry, no lamps or fires were lit during the entire process. The soldiers and horses had their weapons in their mouths, and the reflective weapons were carefully wrapped in linen.

Lieutenant Mason seemed to have a clue, but he said nothing.

There was no time to dismantle the pontoon bridge, so they simply blasted it with gunpowder. The baggage train is most in need of gunpowder. There are several explosive points on the pontoon bridge that can be detonated at any time.

After Winters led the remnants of Colin's centurions to a halt, he deployed the final vehicle barrier at the bridgehead.

He did not rush to blow up the pontoon bridge. This supply line across the River Styx was of great importance, and blowing it up was likely to be a death sentence for the Platoans ahead.

Winters waited for the Hurds' final attack.

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The morning light showed, there were no clouds in the sky, and the sky showed a kind of pale blue.

It's a great day for killing.

Alaric, who was arranging his troops, gradually noticed something strange.

Looking down from the west hillside, the Palatuan military camp was lifeless, and no one could be seen behind the earthen wall.

Pretending to be mysterious? Or did the two-legged guy escape?

But the pontoon bridge in the distance is still lying across the Styx River. If they were escaping, why not burn the pontoon bridge?

The commander called for reconnaissance, but the sentry tower had no clue about the reason for the strange behavior in the enemy camp.

"No matter what the two-legged guy has planned." Alaric made up his mind: "We will break the camp today!"

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At the bridge carriage barrier, Winters saw the Hurds on the hillside moving.

Instead of attacking separately and taking turns, all Hed's cavalry launched together.

It seems that the Hurds are no longer prepared to consume the defenders, and they want to make a final decision.

"You go first." Winters ordered the others.

The soldiers saluted, turned and ran to the other side of the river.

Winters wanted to wait until the last minute.

The Hud's cavalry was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye they were rushing down the hillside.

Winters jumped off the bases and rode strong luck to the first break.

The remaining gunpowder twist was a bit long. After a brief estimation of the time, Winters cut the gunpowder twist in half with a knife.

By this time, he was becoming more and more calm.

Hurd's cavalry had now broken through the camp wall.

"That Hurd barbarian who can speak Continental is probably going to be pissed to death." Winters thought like this and lit the gunpowder twist.

The medicine wrapped in the hemp rope began to hiss and burn.

Winters stepped on the stirrups and jumped on the saddle. Just as he was about to go to the next blasting point, he saw Andre running towards him.

"What is this for?" Winters was confused.

He waved Andre to leave, but Andre ignored the gesture and continued to approach.

Winters saw Andre's mouth open as if he was shouting.

But the west wind was howling, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

It wasn't until the distance got closer that the shouts coming from the headwind reached his ears in fragments.

"Don't……"

"fry……"

Winters looked back, his expression changed drastically, he rolled his saddle and dismounted, and swung his knife to cut off the hissing gunpowder.

After cutting it off, he twisted and kicked the unburnt gunpowder into the river as if he was still worried.

Behind him, all the Herd cavalry who had just broken through the camp wall withdrew and regrouped with their backs to the camp.

On the ridge of the hillside, silhouettes of cavalry appeared one after another.

The visitor suddenly jumped onto the edge from the reverse slope, as if a dragon tooth soldier emerged from the soil.

Winters didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, but judging from the Hud people's attitude as if they were facing a powerful enemy, they must be enemies of the Hud people.

After the Hurd cavalry gathered in front of the camp wall, they charged towards the strange cavalry, at full speed from the beginning.

The strange cavalryman on the edge of the mountain started to move, but he controlled his horse's speed and began to jog at a small pace.

When Winters returned to the camp, he saw clearly that the strange cavalrymen who came were all wearing long hard boots, black breastplates, and Morion helmets.

Hurd's cavalry swarmed forward. The soldiers followed the captains of ten, the captains of ten husbands followed the centurions, and the centurions followed the centurions. There was almost no formation at all.

But the array of unfamiliar black-armored cavalry gradually took shape while trotting.

They met in nine rows, with five cavalry leading the front.

Winters had never seen any cavalry control their pace with such precision.

The distance between the front and rear of the black armored cavalry is always three times the distance to the left and right.

Therefore, the overall width of the entire queue of more than 500 cavalry was twice the vertical width.

It was obvious that the black-armored cavalry suppressed the speed of the horses, but the shock they brought to people was far greater than that of the Heds galloping on their horses.

Alaric raised his spear high, shouted loudly, and charged at the front.

No matter how cowardly the Hud people are, seeing Haugkota's appearance at this moment, courage will well up in their hearts.

Alaric had never expected such an enemy reinforcement at this moment.

In any case, this support army should not be here, but they are here anyway.

Fortunately, there are not many black armored cavalry. By dealing with the reinforcements first and then turning back to attack the camp, he could still achieve a glorious victory.

"Come! Come! Descendants of the Gods!" Alaric shouted wildly: "How could we lose the cavalry battle?"

The black armored cavalry on the opposite side also began to speed up.

Amidst the deafening sound of horse hooves, two civilizations and two cavalry are about to collide.

Alaric leaned on his horse, the spear in his hand stretched forward as hard as he could. In a cavalry charge, the closer the weapon is to the enemy, the greater the advantage.

The same goes for other Hurd troopers.

The Hurds, who were not riding spears, took the initiative to slow down their horses and stay in the rear, preparing for hand-to-hand combat after the confrontation.

There were only a few horse lengths between the two sides, and it was only then that Alaric was surprised to find that what the black-armored cavalry was holding was neither a spear nor a sword.

They all wielded two strange-looking blunderbuss.

"How do you fire a gun with one hand?" Alaric was puzzled.

But there was no time to think.

"Click!"

There was a flash of sparks, then red light, smoke and gunshots.

A series of gunshots.

It's a spring gun!

When they got closer than they could get, the first two rows of black-armored cavalry pulled the triggers.

Alaric felt a heat in his crotch and chest, and hot blood spurted out from the two wounds.

More than half of the Hurd cavalry in the front row fell off their horses.

The black-armored cavalry either pulled out another short musket from their boots, or simply gave up the short musket and instead used hammers and sabers for melee combat.

Amidst the smoke, gunfire and screams, the two groups of cavalry fought.

Alaric fell off his horse first, and was trampled by the Herd cavalry behind him. He was on the verge of death.

In fact, even if he wasn't trampled, the two wounds on his crotch and chest were enough to kill him.

His strength and spirit were rapidly passing away, and at the last moment before his death, he only felt unwillingness and doubt in his heart.

"I was already a captain before I was thirty, how could I die so early?"

Tal Alaric, the Eagle Storm, who among the Hed tribes knew the most about everything outside the grassland, passed away in endless sorrow at the age of twenty-nine.

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