Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 397 - 43: Formation of Chariots_3
Chapter 397: Chapter 43: Formation of Chariots_3
Only the militiamen who had initially been rounded up into the wagon fort still dared to fight the Herders, the spearmen fiercely jabbing at people and horses, while Dusack hacked away with his saber without any technique.
Lieutenant Colonel Jeska and Lieutenant Montaigne, dressed in officer uniforms, were the most obvious targets.
Winters leaped onto the top of the wagon, as a Herder cavalryman screamed and thrust his long spear towards him in a charge.
“Thud!”
Winters killed the man with a spear thrust, at this distance there was no need to aim.
Seeing this, another Herder charged forward to avenge his comrade.
“Thud!”
Winters’s revolver was double-barreled.
Lieutenant Colonel Jeska swung a heavy halberd in a fierce battle cry, besieged by three Herders and in grave danger.
“You stay here,” Winters said, tossing the revolver to Xial in the carriage, himself gripping a spike in his left hand and a military saber in his right, leaping down from the wagon.
Xial, startled, cried out in a desperate situation with the name used back in Sea Blue, “Brother [Winters]!”
“Sir!” The usually reticent Heinrich and Berlion also shouted in alarm.
Xial swung up a musket and followed Winters into the midst of the wagon fort.
Heinrich and Berlion also clenched their teeth, jumped down from the wagon, and joined the melee with their own swords and pikes.
A Herder climbed onto the outside of the wagon, drew his bow, and shot down the Paratu People. This time, not on a bumpy horse, the Herder’s arrows were lethally accurate.
Winters raised his hand and nailed the Herder archer to the ground. After a year and a half of practice, his requirements for the Arrow Flying Spell were not as stringent as before.
He reached the lieutenant colonel’s side, grabbed the waist belt of a Herder cavalryman who was attacking Jeska, and stabbed the man in the back. The Herder screamed miserably as Winters dragged him off his warhorse.
Winters nailed another Herder cavalryman with an Arrow Flying Spell. Lieutenant Colonel Jeska finished the third Herder with the heavy halberd, temporarily breaking free of the encirclement.
“We’ve won!” The one-eyed lieutenant colonel’s face was drenched in blood droplets, he laughed wildly, “We’ve won!”
Winters couldn’t help but roar, “First, just. fucking. survive this battle!”
Once the cavalry’s charge failed to defeat the enemy and they lost their speed advantage in the fight, that was the most vulnerable time for the cavalry.
The Herders thought the wagon fort was a fortress, that breaking through would lead to victory. But actually, the wagon fort was a trap, once inside it, there was no escape.
Heavy cavalry might still fight on foot with their armor and sharp weapons, but for these mostly unarmored Herder light cavalry, this was a death ground.
The cost of a cavalryman was unknown how much higher than that of a Paratu militiaman armed only with a long spear, yet at this moment they were being expended by Lieutenant Colonel Jeska at a two-for-one exchange rate.
And the numbers of that exchange rate kept falling.
Major General Layton liked to say, “Whoever can last one more minute wins.”
But for the blood-enraged Paratu People and Herders, it was about who would die off first.
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The number of surviving Herders within the wagon fort was dwindling, and the scales of victory were slowly but resolutely tipping towards the Paratu People.
“Kill! Waiting to die?” Winters, like dragging a sack of slag, pulled a militiaman who was weeping and praying from under the wagon, “You think you can live if we lose?”
But fate always likes to play jokes.
Again, the rumble of horseshoes came from outside the wagon fort, getting closer and closer.
The Herders’ morale surged, and they excitedly roared in a foreign language.
The Paratu People gradually realized what was happening, their expressions growing more and more desperate, the bloody resolve that had sustained them until now was fading.
Lieutenant Colonel Jeska felt dizzy, and could no longer hold the halberd in his hands, which fell to the ground.
The lieutenant colonel tightly grabbed Winters’s arm, smiling sadly, “We’ve lost after all.”
“Not yet,” Winters steadied the lieutenant colonel, with tears shimmering in his eyes, “Not yet.”
“I was hoping to resolve them first, then take care of the rest,” Jeska said bitterly shaking his head, “But the rest of the Herders have still come, and their unit is a full one hundred men… War is all about one breath, Winters, you’re a fine soldier, I’m honored to have you under my command.”
Winters laughed out loud, “Being under your command is really annoying.”
The long overdue reinforcements broke through the wagon fort with the force of thunder, and the leading man’s war cry shattered the sky:
“Da Vineta!”
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