Chapter 174 Plans and Changes

If something is rare but easy to lose, it is the time; if the time comes but it does not turn around, it is the opportunity.

Now it is no longer a question of whether Winters wants to fight or not, but a fighter opportunity is placed in front of him and he cannot let it go.

Just like seeing a red and round button, people will instinctively snap it;

Seeing the throat of a living creature, the beast will instinctively want to bite it.

The barbarian soldiers came out in full force, throwing down all their tents, supplies, and spare horses.

Their weaknesses were exposed in front of Winters. Everything about Veneta and Plato... had been forgotten. At this moment, Second Lieutenant Montagne was only excited.

The bright masses at the foot of the hillside disappeared one after another. It was the Hurds who were left behind and were extinguishing the bonfires.

Taking advantage of the last light of the fire, Winters quickly jotted down the layout of the camp.

He visually estimated that there were at least a thousand Heds in the camp, twice as many as his own. This battle must be carefully planned.

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Outside Hurd's camp, the officers of the Jessica Brigade were in high spirits.

In the Palato camp, General Sackler was furious.

"One-eyed Jessica! He's so brave! He ruined my big job!" Veins popped up on Szekler's forehead, and his chest heaved violently: "Who gave him the courage to leave his post without permission! If the North Bridge is lost, I have to take the other one. Dig his eyes out too! I'll kill him with my own hands!"

Others were silent, and Colonel Laszlo had no choice but to come out to calm the atmosphere: "Then do you want his eyes, or do you want to break him?"

Sackler rarely cursed: "I'll dig it first and then collapse it!"

"When we sent the first wave of messengers, the battle situation was too dangerous. Jessica must have sent the troops out of desperation. Since he hasn't arrived yet, it means that he met the messengers behind and withdrew..." Lars Luo persuaded.

"It is also possible that the entire army was wiped out and the North Bridge was captured by the Herd barbarians." Szekely said coldly.

Even Laszlo didn't know what to say now.

Sackler held his forehead and calmed down for a while. When he spoke again, he had regained his majesty and calmness: "It's too late to say anything. Arpad has to attack in advance."

"Ahead of time?" Some people were puzzled.

Sackler was resolute: "Ahead of time! Bring paper and pen!"

The guard gave him paper and pen, and the brigadier general used a stone as a desk and scribbled a few words on the parchment.

He couldn't even wait for the paint to heat up, so he took off the Lu Yuan graduation ring on his hand and used it as a clasp and token.

"Choose a few brave and reliable messengers to cross the river and give the letter to General Arpad." Sackler handed the letter to Laszlo and said to other brigade commanders: "You also go back and prepare your own preparations, Hurd Barbarian Coming soon."

The duty officer tried his best to ring the alarm bell, and the Plato soldiers who were resting with their weapons were awakened.

Assembling, marching, fighting, digging trenches, building walls, and felling trees, the soldiers never rested from the moment they left the camp. They had just taken a nap before they went into battle again.

Three messengers rode towards the river bank, and the letter was packed in a double-sealed waterproof carrier.

The messengers who took the overland route only went out but never came back. Apparently they were intercepted and killed by the Hurds. Swimming to the south bank was the only safe route.

The pontoon bridge had not yet been set up, so the little messenger at the head took off his clothes, took off his saddle, and walked into the rapids holding the horse's neck.

The river was not frozen, but it was bitingly cold. The war horse only took a few steps into the river, then neighed and struggled and refused to move forward.

Andre, who was building a pontoon bridge, saw this and threw the cable to the other party.

The man grabbed the cable and the militiamen on the other side pulled him over. When he came ashore, the man's lips were already black and blue, and the militiaman next to him quickly took off his clothes and wiped his body.

The second messenger went down to the river immediately, but when he reached the middle of the river, he suddenly cramped and the cable fell off. In the blink of an eye, the Plato man was swept away by the rapids and disappeared into the dark waves.

The third messenger also gritted his teeth and went into the water. Fortunately, no further accidents occurred.

"Give them two horses!" Andre shouted across the river.

The little leader bowed his head in gratitude, and Andre took off his helmet in return.

The two messengers jumped on their saddles and immediately galloped towards the camp without waiting for the militiamen to send their clothes to the other side.

On the hillside opposite the camp, more and more Herd cavalrymen carrying torches gathered, and one after another fire pythons approached from a distance.

Gradually, the Huds began to shout in unison in an unintelligible language. There is a rhythm to the shout, and it is obviously some kind of poetry or scripture.

Invisible sound waves hit the small camp from all directions, and thousands of troops seemed to be hidden behind the curtain of night.

Second Lieutenant Varga jumped on the parapet and shouted to his men: "Never be afraid of the infidels, the Lord will bless us with victory!"

He began to recite scriptures, and more and more soldiers followed him, and several clerics accompanying him also began to guide.

The two waves of sound collided together, and for a moment neither could suppress the other.

Lieutenant Roy was not in the mood to participate in the space theological debate, so he approached Lieutenant Colonel Robert: "Why do I see that the barbarian's momentum is even greater than during the day?"

"There are more than during the day." Lieutenant Colonel Robert looked worried: "I'm just worried... these are not all..."

"What should we do? Sir."

"What should we do? We will do whatever the general tells us to do." Robert patted the lieutenant on the shoulder: "As for now, get your musketeers ready."

The temporary camp of the Szekely tribe is shaped like a six-pointed star, and every attack on the wall will result in cross fire.

Each of the six brigades was stationed in a corner, and the one closest to the river bank also served as a reserve. As the most powerful brigade, Robert's brigade was responsible for defending the North Point, which faced the enemy directly.

On the distant hillside, the Hurds began to extinguish their torches. Lieutenant Colonel Robert's heart tightened. This was a precursor to an attack.

In the Palatu camp, orders to "extinguish the lights" also came and went.

The battlefield quickly turned into darkness and nothing could be seen clearly.

Brigadier General Sackler, who was watching the enemy, punched the wall, and the second round of attacks came too early than he expected.

The various tribes in Hud's army were mixed, and they seemed to be in harmony with each other.

Naturally, everyone strives to be the first and brave when fighting a favorable battle, but once the attack is frustrated, it is not easy to regain morale.

Sackler had expected the enemy to launch a second attack tomorrow.

But the moment the militiamen of the Jessica Brigade floated down from the upper reaches with their wooden platoons, his plan was completely disrupted.

"Jessica! You bastard!" Sackler was so angry that his teeth were itching: "Thanks for bringing you back!"

…

At this moment, in a ravine five kilometers southwest of Szekeli, the culprit who disrupted the big plan was still happily preparing to steal the camp.

Winters was completely unaware of the Brigadier's anger, but even if he knew he didn't care - outsiders were so cool.

He collected the remaining water and food from the two centurions under his command, and then distributed them equally.

"Gentlemen! I know everyone is hungry, and I am hungry too!" Winters stood on a large rock, surrounded by his people.

“But this is all we have to eat.” He held up a piece of dry bread no bigger than a knuckle—that’s all it was given to everyone: “I can’t feed all of you with five loaves.”

The crowd was completely silent, and the militiamen didn't know what the second lieutenant wanted to say.

"Although we have nothing to eat." Winters pointed to the east and said with a laugh: "But there is everything in the camp ahead! The meat on the hand is fragrant and tender, and eating it with salt is better than anything else! Horses! Milk wine, you can drink it casually, it’s not intoxicating! The whole lamb is roasted, the skin is charred and crispy, and your mouth is filled with gravy after you bite into it!”

"That smell, that feeling... tsk tsk tsk." Winters shook his head gently and sighed: "It's so beautiful!"

The listeners' Adam's apples twitched and their saliva secreted almost uncontrollably.

In fact, Winters had never drank kumiss, nor had he eaten hand meat. He didn't even know whether there was a roasted whole lamb dish. All his descriptions came from the Mitchell family's roasted whole pig.

"If you don't like eating meat, there are also yogurt, cheese, soufflés, and milk cakes...all packed in gold and silverware and studded with pearls and gems. The barbarian chief Yasin has a large gold mine and has 10,000 slaves to mine it for him. . But his taste is very bad, he only knows how to pile up materials, and the gold cups and plates are all dead."

Pre-war agitation had fully entered the stage of letting imagination run wild.

Fortunately, it was too dark and no one could see Winters blushing, and no one came out to argue with him: "Each of you can take one home as a souvenir!"

"I have a lot of babies, can I just take two? Sir!" Someone suddenly raised his hand to interrupt.

"Okay! If you can take it, I'll give you two. No, two for each of you!" Winters continued bragging shamelessly: "But only take two, because the rest belongs to me!"

Everyone laughed softly.

"Gentlemen! Food! Drink! Silver! Gold! It's all there!" If he continued to brag, there would be no end to it. Winters quickly stopped when everyone was in the highest mood.

He smashed the small piece of dry food on the ground: "Who the hell wants to eat this? Let's go drink and eat meat!"

The militiamen also smashed the dry food on the ground, and everyone's eyes were bright.

"But tell me one thing!" Winters' tone suddenly changed and became murderous. He held up a wooden stick: "I didn't give an order. Who dares to pick off the coins first, or when counting the coins after the war?" If you lose it, you will be killed immediately! The spoils of war will be distributed evenly, and whoever dares to hide or fight for the spoils during the battle will be hanged!"

The usually gentle Lieutenant Montagne disappeared, and Ish in the queue suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He couldn't see the ensign clearly in the darkness, but he could feel that the person hiding behind the night curtain was not the ensign, but the blood wolf.

"Dai Xianmei!" A voice came out again in the darkness.

Ishi quickly took out the piece of wood - a wooden stick - and bit it.

There were hemp ropes at both ends of the stick. Ish grabbed the ends of the rope and tied them in a knot on the back of his head.

He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly untied the live buckle and tied it into a dead buckle.

"Gentlemen! After taking care of the Hurd barbarians in front of us." Winters looked around at everyone: "Let's have a great time!"

"Let's go!" He waved his hand and bit the stick tightly.

Under the cover of darkness, two centurions of spearmen quietly climbed out of the ravine and made their way to Hurd's camp at the foot of the hillside ahead.

The other four centurions of the brigade were lying in wait in the ravine, waiting for the agreed upon signal.

Two centuries marched in column, the latter holding the belt of the first, for many were night-blind.

Winters was at the front, and when he visually estimated that there were still about 200 meters left, he took out a copper rod to slightly activate the light technique, and shook it a few times above his head.

The dark green light was not very noticeable at night, but the militiamen behind could see it clearly.

The columns expanded into horizontal formations, and everyone slowed down and lowered their bodies further.

When they were still about fifty meters away, the militiamen with good eyesight could already see the Hurds walking around in the camp.

The large army lay on the ground and waited, while Winters and the little hunter continued to move forward.

Winters had also put on a full set of armor and a Hurd iron helmet, and his face was smeared with plaster. Except for the slightly obscene posture of the cat-waisted trot, from a distance it really looks like a Hud.

Wearing armor, there was a slight "clatter" sound when walking, but luckily it was not noticed.

The outermost circle of the Herd camp was surrounded by carriages, which looked a bit like a carriage formation.

However, the carriages of the Huds were all two-wheeled, and Winters escorted the baggage train all the way, so he could see that these were single sets of carriages.

After the carriage came the tent, but there were no ditches, parapets, or fences.

Stepping between the simple tents, Winters immediately changed into a strutting walking posture, as if he was going home.

Bell followed the second lieutenant fearfully, swallowing hard and looking back at the way he came.

Winters patted Bell's shoulder boldly, signaling the little hunter not to be nervous.

At this moment, Winters missed the old pirate Gold, who was the master of bluffing.

The two of them had an unimpeded journey until they reached the inner circle of the camp, where they suddenly became enlightened.

In front of them were countless horses, either chewing or resting, in groups of thousands, without neighing - the Hud people's ability to train horses was truly terrifying.

Winters was stunned for a moment.

This was the layout of Hurd's camp: the wagons were on the outside, and the tents wrapped around the horses.

The Hud people would take their horses out of the camp to look for food during the day. If there were enemies around, they would rush into the camp at night. Otherwise, they could stay outside at night.

"[Hudese] Hey! What are you doing?" A Hud man came over and said in a very annoyed tone: "[Hudese] You are not allowed to touch the horses in the night camp. Do you think your life is too long?"

Winters raised his hand and shot the Nahed to death with a flying arrow. Now that he's touched this place, he doesn't need to hide anymore.

The horses heard the noise and raised their heads to look at Winters.

Their ears flutter and their eyes blink. They look cute and cute, with only kindness and calmness in their eyes.

In front of him was a pony with a white star on its forehead. Winters reached out and scratched the horse's forehead, and the pony meekly let it be rubbed.

"I'm sorry." Winters apologized secretly, then crushed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and a short growl broke out in his throat: "Ouch!"

Composite spells are activated, including gasification, wind control, and amplification.

A low roar amplified by magic exploded in the center of Hurd's camp. The liquid in the bottle was instantly vaporized and rolled towards the horses under the influence of wind control.

Winters was instantly dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.

The star-spotted pony was frightened and ran away.

All the Hede horses seemed to have gone crazy, and were no longer docile. They ran away regardless, knocking over everything, trampling everything, and destroying everything.

This is a complete version of "Frighten the Beast" - Winters now has an unlimited supply of beast excrement.

Watching thousands of horses fleeing in all directions, Winters felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment: This may be the most amazing "scare beast" shot in history.

Horses are actually very timid.

Once frightened beyond the threshold, the horse will enter an extremely manic state, and even a normally docile horse will become extremely aggressive.

Hedma's instinctive fear of beasts was awakened by Winters, and all acquired training would be suppressed by the urge to escape.

All they want now is to run, to run desperately.

This emotion is also contagious, and even non-frightened horses will blindly follow the frightened horse.

The tents in the camp were overturned one after another, and the frightened and desperate shouts of the Hud people came from all directions: "[Hud language] The horse is frightened! Run! The horse is frightened!"

A frightened horse can be called trouble;

A hundred frightened horses are terrifying;

What about a thousand horses?

What about ten thousand horses?

At this moment, no one was more desperate than the Hurds in the camp.

Bell took out a dozen porcelain bottles and splashed them around clumsily.

Wen Tesla grabbed the silly boy and turned around and ran away: "The frightened horse is coming!"

Some horses broke through the car formation and escaped from the camp, and some horses that were running around like headless flies rushed back.

The militiamen outside could clearly hear what was going on in the camp.

Ish jumped up and shouted: "Woooooo!"

"Woooooo!" The two centurions shouted and rushed towards Hurd's camp.

[Note: They wanted to scream for death, but they could only make a "wuwu" sound with the bullets in their mouths]

Behind them, more militiamen climbed out of the ravine and rushed towards Hurd's camp.

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