Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 845 - 89 Sunny

Chapter 845: Chapter 89 Sunny Chapter 845: Chapter 89 Sunny At the first light of dawn, the warriors began to pray.

Anglu meticulously brushed the back of the Red Mane, softly reciting the curses passed down by the Dusans generation after generation:

” … At the top of the iron column stands an iron man leaning on an iron staff, commanding ferrous, steel knives, and sharp swords of all shapes, ‘Go back to your mother, the earth, stay away from the Lord’s servants and my companions, stay away from my Warhorse. Let the arrow shafts return to the forest, feathers to the birds, and fish bones to the fish’s body’…”

Beside the campfire, the militiamen who had suffered all night gathered around the military chaplain to partake in the final sacrament.

The chanting echoed in the thin purple mist, drifting and lingering while a hint of blue light shone on people’s faces.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the Iron Peak, along the banks of the Big Horn River.

The dam, now weakened by the removal of some stakes, was on the verge of collapse.

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Captain Moro, masked, was setting explosives, the last person to remain at the dam.

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On the shore, naked men united, roaring as they pushed a massive triangular raft into the river.

Others methodically loaded rocks onto the raft using carts.

Unseen by others, a group of formidable warriors mounted on Herde horses charged toward the dam.

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As the golden sun leaped above the horizon, the blurry outlines of the land gradually took on distinct colors.

Standing on a hill controlled by the Terdun folk, the Iron Peak County Military’s deployment was clearly visible.

“[Herde Language] Ha, if the main general of the bipeds thinks protecting the flanks would suffice in an open battle.” The fire watcher who climbed the hill for reconnaissance scorned, “[Herde Language] He must be mad from eating rotten meat.”

The armored nobles from Terdun Tribe echoed with unrestrained laughter.

From their high vantage point, they looked down upon the tiny, ant-like figures forming a massive arrowhead formation.

To the west of the arrowhead was the foot of Tie Feng Mountain, covered with conifers and shrubs; to the east was a dense primordial forest.

The figures were deployed on a major road and the adjacent farmlands, securing the plains between the hills and forest.

Though their flanks appeared secure, the reality was that neither hills nor forests could fully prevent cavalry from encircling them.

The open, flat farmland was indefensible—save for the hastily dug trenches before the opponent’s position.

The Terdun Khan Court swiftly moved, several well-prepared groups of a hundred riders silently left the camp, each finding a path to circle behind the arrowhead formation.

The old Translator viewed the enemy formation from the hill, frowning deeply.

From the vanguards clashing to the opposition of the main forces, the enemy had ample time to occupy his hill—a higher and more defensible position.

Yet, they still chose to deploy on flat ground, but why?

The old Translator couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t speak. He felt a bit tired, a feeling that intensified since he crossed the Big Horn River.

From the perspective of the Terdun people, the formation of Iron Peak County Military resembled an arrowhead; from Iron Peak’s view, their formation resembled an inverted letter T.

Winters arranged the lines by camp, totaling twenty-seven camps divided into left wing, central army, and right wing.

Among them, the central army was the strongest column, deployed in a fish-scale formation, each unit providing staggered coverage,

the left and right wings comprised of [Young Militia] and [Mature Militia], overall positioned slightly back, formed in two lines—young soldiers at the front, mature behind.

Winters carefully selected this location to prevent encirclement by the enemy as much as possible.

“Forming ranks on the hill would simply allow the enemy to surround our forces. If the Terdun people choose to surround and not attack, our supply lines will falter, inevitably leading to our collapse.”

When explaining the formation to his subordinates, Winters had expounded on why they formed ranks on flat ground:

“Although the terrain at the foot of the mountain is disadvantageous, nearly half of the enemy’s right wing has either been crushed by our forces or trapped in Lower Iron Peak County. The enemy chieftain’s military strength is limited, making it difficult for them to execute strong flanking maneuvers.”

Surveying his subordinates, whose eyes either shimmered with eagerness or flickered with unease, Winters plunged a dagger into the center of the map: “This narrow land between the mountain and the forest is the ideal battlefield to crush the Terdun people squarely.”

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Mason stood at the top of the bell tower of Revodan Cathedral, straining his eyes towards the distance.

The siege of Revodan had been lifted, with joyful crowds bustling in the streets.

The only bridge connecting the two banks had been dismantled by Mason at the beginning of the siege, fortunately preserving all the timber.

Using small boats, the timber, and the remaining bridge piles, Mason constructed a temporary floating bridge on the river, allowing horses, weapons, and militiamen to continuously reach the south bank.

The artillery captain was typically steady and calm, but at this moment, his anxiety was almost palpable.

“When will the remaining two squads arrive?!” Mason asked through gritted teeth.

“It shouldn’t be long,” the commander of the cavalry infantry squadron swallowed nervously.

Winters’ cavalry infantry squadron, totaling nearly five hundred men, was divided into four squads.

Because the situation in Revodan wasn’t urgent, the cavalry infantry squadron didn’t rush to Revodan first, but cleared the small bands of Terdun marauders that had penetrated into Upper Iron Peak County, a stance supported by Mason.

While dispersing troops is easy, regathering them proved challenging.

Suddenly, the cathedral’s bell tolled.

The bell rang repeatedly, celebrating the victory of the siege.

Mason yelled to the commander of the cavalry infantry squadron, “No more waiting!”

“Yes!” the commander yelled back.

Military police took to the streets to disperse civilians, as Revodan swiftly reverted to martial law, and the city militiamen regrouped in the square.