Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 849 - 90 Break the Formation_2

Chapter 849: Chapter 90 Break the Formation_2 Chapter 849: Chapter 90 Break the Formation_2 Winters suddenly remembered that Bard had stayed in Saint Town to organize logistics and was not on-site.

During this period, it had always been Winters verbally arranging, and then Bard would transform those verbal contents into written commands or instructions to be issued.

The two cooperated closely, which greatly improved the efficiency of headquarters operations. However, with Bard absent, Winters had to re-adapt.

“Go find the person in charge of the logistics convoy and have him distribute food and water to each camp,” Winters said, finding Xial by his side and thoughtfully adding, “Priority to the second line of both flanks, then the central army, and finally the first line of both flanks.”

“Start cooking at this time?” someone asked doubtfully.

“The Terdun people’s main formation is still resting and clearly do not plan to launch a general attack now,” Winters explained. “The rotation charge seems fierce but its actual purpose is to exhaust the enemy.”

“So, what are they waiting for?”

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“Surprise troops,” Winters squinted toward the sun. “Or perhaps time.”

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On the banks of the Big Horn River, the Terdun people’s Floating Bridge.

Days ago, the leader stationed at the Floating Bridge, [Herde Language] person, had already noticed that the water level was changing.

[Herde Language] person dispatched light cavalry to trace upstream and quickly found the source of the anomaly—a dam across the river.

If building a Floating Bridge in one day was within [Herde Language]’s understanding, then the dam that appeared out of nowhere completely exceeded his wildest imagination.

Nevertheless, the problem had to be solved.

Not only could the debris floating downstream cause damage to the Floating Bridge, but significant changes in water level could too.

The Floating Bridge was essentially made of wooden planks connected to fixed pontoons, and changes in water level could damage the structure linking the pontoons.

[Herde Language] person, left to guard the Floating Bridge, did not understand the principles of bridge engineering, but he could see the beams of the Floating Bridge twisting and breaking.

Unfortunately, [Herde Language] had neither the power to solve the structural problems of the bridge nor the capability to deal with the people causing the problems.

Several attempts to assault the dam ended in failure; the Firemakers first sent reinforcements, then hurriedly withdrew them.

Meanwhile, nearly all of the Terdun people left on the West Bank were rushing to merge troops in the tent according to their saying: “The Firemakers have caught the cunning bipeds.”

With fewer and fewer troops at hand and the water level becoming increasingly shallow, [Herde Language] made a tough decision—to dismantle the bridge.

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He pondered before and after, clearly considering the pros and cons: the Floating Bridge would be destroyed eventually, and he couldn’t stop it; rather than waiting with his hands bound for the bipeds to destroy the bridge, he might as well dismantle it himself; as long as the materials for making the bridge were still there, rebuilding a Floating Bridge in the future would not be too difficult.

The work to dismantle the Floating Bridge was being carried out intensively; due to the loss of many Paratu slaves in a previous rebellion, the progress of dismantling the bridge was very slow.

Suddenly, a servant girl ran over excitedly, bringing [Herde Language] good news: “[Herde Language] Nayen! The river is rising again! No need to dismantle the bridge!”

[Herde Language]’s heart skipped a beat, and he backhandedly slapped the close servant hard: “[Herde Language] Fool!”

[Herde Language] rushed to the Floating Bridge, only to see that the previously clear river water had become turbid—the undercurrent stirred up the riverbed silt, constantly causing fish to leap out of the water.

The serene Big Horn River suddenly turned unruly and ferocious, with the water flow speed almost visibly accelerating, and a series of whirlpools appeared from small to large in the river center.

On the riverbank, a Terdun scout disheveledly ran toward the Floating Bridge.

The scout tore off his outer robe, wrapped it around his hand, and desperately waved it as a signal, shouting hoarsely: “[Herde Language] Boat! Large boat…”

The scout didn’t need to shout anymore because [Herde Language] could already see with his own eyes.

The gift from Captain Moro—a giant triangular wooden raft loaded with soil and rocks burst out of the river bend, spinning as it drifted along the water, its speed increasing.

Moro had deliberately designed the impact raft to be triangular because there was always one corner that could hit the Floating Bridge.

The Terdun people screamed and ran, watching helplessly as the triangular raft spun toward them.

The ropes across the river caught and then snapped, and the barriers set up in front of the Floating Bridge were smashed into rubble.

“[Herde Language] Poles!” [Herde Language]’s eyes reddened, he forcefully woke the stupefied slaves and locals, yelling until his voice was hoarse: “[Herde Language] Push it out!”

[Herde Language] personally went into battle, leading a dozen tribe members to lift up a log, attempting to counter the fearsome triangular raft.

He instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for the moment he turned into mush.

The triangular raft flowed downstream, broke through barriers after barriers, and hit the “offensive raft hammer” of the Terdun people directly.

[Herde Language]’s hands split, blood pouring out, and his breathing stalled.

Four Terdun people were flipped into the turbulent water, screaming in terror; soon there was silence.

Because it lost a considerable part of its speed after breaking through the river ropes, the triangular raft, receiving the same magnitude of reaction force, was also thrown off. The triangular raft rushed up to the riverbank and eventually ran aground.

[Herde Language] collapsed on the ground, desperately gasping for air.

After the disaster, his tribe members were both shouting and laughing, some crying with joy, some holding their heads and sobbing.

But almost in an instant, the Floating Bridge returned to dead silence.

[Herde Language] followed the gaze of his tribe members—the second triangular raft burst out of the river bend, then a third.

Appearing in the view of the Terdun people behind the two triangular rafts was… a windmill.

No matter how the Terdun people rubbed their eyes and slapped themselves, what floated on the water was indeed a real windmill.

Faced with the giant triangular rafts, the Terdun people still had the nerve to fight desperately with the Floating Bridge.

But facing a watermill windmill towering over three stories high, like a ferocious giant, the courage of the Terdun people was completely crushed.