Chapter 353 Hunting (9)

[Outside the Hunting Circle]

"What is he shouting?" Pierre frowned.

"have no idea."

A stone's throw away from the felt wall, the unidentified Hurd rider was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

However, no matter how important the message he wanted to convey was, Pierre and others could not understand it.

Without waiting for the interpreter to arrive, the furious old Sergei snatched the matchlock gun from someone else and pressed the firing lever without hesitation at the noisy Herd rider.

The lead bullet passed by Rider Hurd, who was startled for a moment, then turned and left.

Pierre suddenly clenched his fists and immediately looked towards the location where the gunshot came from. But when he saw who the person who opened fire without authorization was, he suppressed his anger and did not get angry at old Sergei.

"Devil! Heretic! Die!" Old Sergei was furious: "All of them deserve to die!"

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz's cold voice sounded: "Mr. Morozov."

Old Sergey was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and responded: "Yes!"

"How is Mr. Morozov's injury?"

"Open the ladle." Old Sergey sniffed hard: "He's not dead!"

"Go and look after little Mr. Morozov." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz ordered calmly: "You are no longer needed here."

Old Sergey stood like a puppet for a while, saluted slowly, and walked stiffly towards the inner circle of the circle.

Pierre had no time to enlighten Uncle Morozov now; he had more important responsibilities.

According to Pierre's visual inspection, his location is almost five kilometers away from Qingqiu.

It takes ten minutes for a fast horse to run five kilometers.

If the shape of the hunting ground is roughly a circle, then the circumference of the hunting ground should be more than thirty kilometers.

Thirty kilometers, riding around takes at least an hour.

From a formal point of view, the "big hunting" of the Chihe tribe is just a simple and crude circle drawn on the ground, with hunters from all tribes sitting around, watching the ceremony and shooting.

However, the situation became complicated when the "circle" drawn by the Akagawabu was large enough to accommodate an entire city.

Hundreds of tribes and tens of thousands of hunters are scattered around the giant ring. Except for the Chihe Tribe, which occupies the Qingqiu in the central highlands, the other tribes cannot have an overview of the overall situation, and it is difficult to coordinate and communicate with each other.

Such an arrangement undoubtedly gives those with ulterior motives an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

"I can see it all." Pierre thought: "Can't the barbarian chief see it?"

On the one hand, Pierre believed that based on the calculations of the barbarian chiefs, he must have prepared in advance. He had never forgotten the failure of the Plato Expeditionary Force on the Red River Tribe;

On the other hand, I don’t know where the blood wolf is, I don’t know what the Chihe tribe is doing, let alone what the beacon smoke behind the horizon is about.

Surrounded by barbarians, shouldering the life and death of his relatives, friends and comrades, one wrong step and even going to hell would not be enough atonement - Pierre truly experienced the pressure of Winters Montagne for the first time.

He tried his best to tell himself to stay calm and think, but the clothes on his back were still uncontrollably wet with sweat.

Moritz glanced at Pierre and said in his usual casual tone: "Your performance is very good."

Pierre nodded expressionlessly. In fact, he was very grateful in his heart. He was grateful that there was someone he could count on by his side at this moment.

The wind and sand gradually became larger, and the air currents stirred up overwhelming dust. Not long after the wind started, everyone's clothes were covered with a layer of fine dark red dust.

Pierre clearly remembered that it was still sunny at sunrise, but the wind and sand at this moment were stronger than the smoke and dust that the galloping horses could raise.

"Are you still waiting?" Pierre asked.

"Wait a moment," Moritz replied, raising his head and sniffing the air.

The dust was thick and everyone covered their mouths and noses with scarves, except Lieutenant Colonel Moritz who behaved strangely.

"What are you smelling?" asked Pierre.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz took off his cloak and wrapped it around his face calmly, leaving only his eyes exposed. His eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "It smells abnormal."

The field of vision was gradually restricted by the sand and dust, and soon even Qingqiu could not be seen clearly.

Pierre stood on the stake and looked out. He saw all the members of the nearest Badlands tribe holding bows and knives and leading horses on foot, and they seemed to be trying to escape.

The hunters of the Badlands fought with all their strength against the furious steeds. A war horse broke its reins and galloped into the red sand that blocked the sun. The hunter ran after him and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

Another group of Hurd hunters nearby were much smaller in number than the Badlands tribe, and all of them dismounted and held bows. But they just stayed put and were on guard, obviously hesitant about whether to stay or go.

Uneasiness also spread within the mission. Someone walked up to Pierre and suggested in a low voice: "There is a car array in the camp, which is much safer than here. Should we return to the camp as soon as possible? Stay here, if there is anything from the Wolf Queen If something goes wrong, we all..."

Pierre interrupted the other party and replied loudly at a volume that everyone could hear: "Without horses and in the sandstorm, we can't go anywhere! To move around now is to seek death, unless the horses can ride or the sandstorm stops, Otherwise, don’t even think about going back to camp.”

"But there are only Father Carman and Balian in the camp now." The proposer also raised his voice: "If we don't go back, they won't be able to hold on!"

"It doesn't matter." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz ended the dispute lightly: "Just leave it to Father Kaman."

The proposer was not convinced, but he did not dare to contradict Lieutenant Colonel Moritz. He could only salute angrily and strode back to the shooting position.

"Camp?" Pierre watched the other party walk away.

"Just leave it to Father Kaman." Moritz repeated without changing his tone: "Besides, there is still the lion."

As he spoke, the hail-like sound of hoofbeats penetrated the sand and dust and reached everyone's ears, becoming increasingly clear.

There are cavalry coming here!

"Musketeers!" Pierre ran to the direction where the hoofbeats came from, holding a spear and shouting: "My position! Everyone is ready!"

The members of the mission equipped with muskets methodically moved to the side facing the incoming horse, each looked for a suitable shooting position, and carefully opened the gunpowder pool.

The wind and sand were so strong that the gunpowder in some gunpowder pools was instantly blown away.

"Don't panic! Recharge!" Pierre suppressed the urge to curse: "Take your cloak and cover the fire door!"

Others immediately took off their cloaks and even coats to help the musketeers shield themselves from the wind and sand.

The Huds were not deaf and also heard the sound of rolling hooves.

The smaller group of Hurd hunters suddenly fell into panic. Some hunters ran towards the horses desperately, while others stood there at a loss.

The poor leader tried hard to restrain everyone, but the incoming cavalry gave him no chance.

The black cavalry broke through the sand and dust. The tips of the cavalry's spears were covered with dark red dried blood. They went straight towards the smaller group of Hurd hunters.

The two sides had not yet had any substantial contact, and the smaller Hurd Hunters were completely in disarray.

Like a handful of blood scattered on the sand, the hunters from an unknown small tribe fled in all directions. Some people got into the hunting circle, some fled into the sandstorm, and some people ran towards the Tiefeng County mission in a panic.

"No firing!" Pierre jumped out of the felt wall, entered the open space between the first trip rope and the second trip rope, and threw a spear at the running Hurd hunter.

When the spear was released, Pierre pulled out his saber, rolled up and stopped in front of the tripping horse rope, and shouted loudly: "Get out!!!"

Even if there is a language barrier, the meaning Pierre wants to convey is accurate. The Hurd hunters woke up instantly, and most of them were shouted back by Pierre, and they rolled and crawled away to other places.

Only a thin Hud man, who didn't know whether he was frightened or not at all, continued to run towards the temporary fortifications of the Tiefeng County Mission.

Pierre gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

The skinny Hurd hunter saw Pierre and yelled something at the top of his lungs. He didn't pay attention to his step and hit the previous trip rope.

The thin Hurd Hunter stumbled heavily, and the wooden stake holding the tripping rope was also dragged crookedly.

Pierre was so angry that he raised his knife and was about to kill the thin Hurd hunter. Seeing Pierre's devouring expression, the skinny Hurd Hunter crawled backwards in horror.

The next moment, Pierre roared angrily and unwillingly, turned around and rushed towards the wooden stake that fixed the trip horse rope. Reason temporarily trumps rage, and repairing the trip is more important than venting anger.

He lifted up the leaning wooden stake. The soil in the hunting ground was loose, and the original hole where the wooden stake was fixed had been deformed. Pierre could only use the handle of the knife to pound the stake deeper.

Suddenly, a stone fell on the wooden stake followed by the handle of the knife - the thin Hurd hunter did not run away, but picked up a stone from somewhere, and looked at Pierre in horror while helping.

The skinny hunter would jump up every time he knocked on the stake, re-solidifying the soil around the stake. During the brief interval when the incoming cavalry massacred the Hurd hunters, Pierre and the thin hunter fixed the stakes again.

Seeing Pierre's gloomy expression, the thin hunter turned around and was about to run away, but Pierre grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

Regardless of the other party's struggles and shouts, Pierre dragged the skinny hunter back into the felt wall.

The incoming cavalry did not pursue those who fled too far, nor did they collect trophies. After scattering the tribe of thin hunters, they quickly gathered again.

Pierre threw the skinny hunter aside and asked with a heavy breath: "How many knights are there?"

"Half a squadron, less than a hundred." A musketeer stared: "Why can their horses be ridden?"

Pierre sneered: "It's just their fault!"

There are two groups of Hurd hunters near the Tiefeng County Mission. The smaller group bore the brunt and received the first blow.

Another group of hunters, the Badlands, reacted decisively. As soon as the incoming cavalry appeared, they immediately abandoned their unrideable horses. Many people shared the rideable horses and fled the place quickly.

The incoming cavalry had noticed that someone was escaping, but they did not choose to pursue them. Instead, they turned their attention to the Tiefeng County envoy who was standing still.

They mobilized their horses and galloped around the circular formation of the Tiefeng County envoy at a short distance.

Recruits who saw such a formation for the first time might be intimidated, but the warriors Winters selected were already familiar with the Hurd's tactics.

"Put away the musket." Pierre didn't want to expose the truth: "Be careful with the arrow clusters."

The skinny hunter hid behind the felt wall in terror, repeating one word to Pierre.

Pierre was confused: "Interpreter! What is he talking about?"

The interpreter listened to it several times and gave the answer hesitantly: "He seems to be talking about - the east of the Aral Sea."

"Haidong?"

At this moment, the incoming cavalry seemed to have made up its mind, and the blade turned and plunged straight into the circle.

Pierre had a limited number of muskets, but the cavalry could choose to launch an assault anywhere in the circle.

"Free fire!" Pierre's voice was hoarse: "Hold your position!"

The Tiefeng County mission has a very small number of people. Even if the position is very small, they can barely maintain a hollow formation. And because they did not carry super long guns when they set off, everyone only had spears in their hands.

Therefore, in Pierre's view, the only way to win was to rely on fortifications to restrict the movement of the enemy's cavalry and then drag the enemy's cavalry into hand-to-hand combat.

This is a perfectly normal thought, because Pierre has never seen Lieutenant Colonel Moritz kill anyone.

"Mr. Mitchell." Moritz touched Pierre's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."

After speaking, Moritz began to name names.

Before even touching the stumbling rope, the fierce horseman rushing at the front straightened up and fell off the horse, followed by the second, third...

The horse without its rider continued to sprint until it was knocked down by the stumbling rope.

Realizing that a horse without its rider would still break the stumbling rope, Lieutenant Colonel Moritz instead named the horse first and then the rider.

No hatred, no anger, no fear, no pleasure... literally, no feeling at all.

The arrow cluster disappeared in Moritz's hand and reappeared in the enemy's body. Moritz van Nassou deprived himself of life like this, without stopping for a moment.

It took Pierre a moment to accept the reality. He shouted in a panic: "Lieutenant Colonel, please wait."

Killing paused.

"What?" Moritz looked at Pierre.

"Just kill people." Pierre's throat twitched and he said with difficulty, "We can use the war horses."

"Um."

The killing continues.

The attacking cavalry didn't even understand what was happening. This should be just a tentative assault. The plan for this assault is to first attract the opponent's attention from one side, and then allocate half of the manpower to attack from the back.

If the enemy cannot be defeated by a flanking attack, then retreat. There are always weaker preys, and the other party can't catch them anyway.

But...how could this happen...it was just a tentative charge, how come half of a hundred-man team was lost? Why are the remaining people still dying one after another?

Haiwu'er, the commander of a hundred cavalry, stood on his horse, took off his helmet, and looked forward in confusion. There was no one alive between him and the low felt wall.

The next moment, Haiwu'er only saw something moving in the sand, and he no longer existed in this world.

After witnessing the death of Bai Qi Chang, the still-living Hud people did not know whether to advance or retreat.

According to unwritten custom, they should take away the body of the deceased if possible. But they couldn't take away so many bodies, and they didn't dare to go any further.

Screams sounded from behind, and the Badlands tribe that had just fled turned around and turned back. Twenty people from the Badlands tribe were on horseback and another twenty were on foot, shouting and charging towards them.

The last Haidong cavalry rushed forward without hesitation and courage.

This is the way they are familiar with death.

…

[Central Hunting Ground, Qingqiu]

"[Herd] Stop! Who is it?"

"[Hedish] Red Armor?"

"[Herd] is a little lion?!"

"[Herd] The little lion is injured! Go find a doctor!"

The Chihe tribe stationed in Qingqiu hurriedly took over the little lion and carried it to the sleeping tent. For a while, no one paid attention to the soldier carrying the little lion up to Qingqiu.

Winters' shoulders were numb. "Good thing it's the left shoulder," he thought.

After leaving the little lion in the hands of Akawabe, he finally had the energy to feel annoyed.

The changes that happened now were far beyond the most serious possibility that the little lion had told him in advance.

Whether the Akagawa tribe deliberately deceived them or the Akagawa tribe was also unprepared, it all meant danger to Winters.

"[Herdian]... horse..." Winters stopped a female slave and explained what he needed in Hardy: "[Herdian]...water..."

He couldn't stay long, he had to go back quickly.

The female palace slave of the Red River Department looked in horror at the soldier who seemed to be crawling out of the blood pool, and staggered away.

Winters still wanted to call the other person back, but suddenly felt dizzy, and he didn't know what happened next moment.

When he regained consciousness, he was wrapped in warm, soft animal fur, the air was filled with the delicious smell of milk, and the injury on his left shoulder had been bandaged.

"Are you awake?" A timid female voice said, "Thank you for bringing the little lion back."

Winters felt empty and painful inside his skull: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not long. Not even time for a cup of tea."

Winters sat up with difficulty, Erlen watching him.

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