Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 850 - 90 Breaking the Formation_3

Chapter 850: Chapter 90 Breaking the Formation_3 Chapter 850: Chapter 90 Breaking the Formation_3 Samujin held a torch in his hand as he rode in a small boat, personally escorting the “windmill,” preventing it from getting stuck on some beach or river bend.

Indeed, one needs a bit of imagination to conduct warfare, and Samujin had more imagination than everyone else combined.

He disassembled the sails of an upstream watermill windmill, then disassembled the stone base, coated it with pitch, and pushed it directly into the river, carried by four small boats.

Like a massive warship, the windmill was thus brought before the floating bridge, where the river’s chains and interception piles seemed like dwarf’s toys before it.

“Go!” Samujin lit the torch and, laughing wildly, hurled it at the windmill: “Go send my regards to those monkey-ass faces!”

In an instant, the pitch-coated windmill turned into a ball of fire.

The warriors steering the small boats cut the ropes, and the windmill, completely free from its restraints, crashed into the downstream floating bridge.

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The Terdon people watched helplessly as the burning castle drew closer and closer, growing larger and swaying, but it just wouldn’t sink.

Nothing could stop the colossal object, nothing could stop the destruction of the floating bridge.

The Terdon people who couldn’t escape the bridge in time leaped into the river in panic, only to be swept back by the huge waves stirred by the collision of the bridge and the windmill, their bodies shattered to pieces.

Some Terdon people were caught on the scalding pitch, screaming as they turned into fire people.

The taut ropes snapped one after another, and the planks connecting the pontoons turned into fragments in the blink of an eye.

With a thunderous boom, the bridge trembled for a moment, hardly hindering the windmill at all before it was severed at the waist.

The windmill continued to drift downstream, while both sections of the bridge swayed and sunk with the river, flames spreading to the ropes and the bridge deck.

Zhi Jue was dragged back to the East Bank by his personal slave only at the last moment, his eyes met with a scene resembling a natural disaster.

Slaves who had narrowly escaped death and were on the verge of mental collapse frenziedly knelt and worshipped the remains of the floating bridge.

“[Herde Language] Put out the fire!” Zhi Jue pointed at the remaining two parts of the floating bridge, straining to spit out the words: “[Herde Language] Put out the fire! It’s not all over yet!”

Suddenly, the thunderous sound of horse hooves arose from the West Bank.

Zhi Jue shuddered, instantly straightening his body, looking towards the direction of the hoofbeats.

He saw a group of fierce warriors clad in robes, riding Herde warhorses, speeding towards them. The leading warrior was so burly that he appeared as if a bear was riding a rabbit.

Zhi Jue let out a sigh of relief, his body went limp as if all his strength had been drained away.

Collecting his thoughts, he grabbed his personal slave’s arm and urgently instructed: “[Herde Language] Hurry across the river! Send a message to the Khan! Tell the Khan! The bridge is destroyed, I will do my best to repair it! Hurry…”

However, Zhi Jue didn’t notice that the group heading towards them, “Terdon People,” were led by a warrior who wore a genuine Piaoqi Troops cap.

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Main battlefield.

The sun slowly climbed up the treetops, then reached the zenith of the sky, and now it was sliding towards the west.

The Terdon people had already seen through the Iron Peak County Military’s lack of cannons.

Thus, hundreds of light cavalrymen lingered just beyond a bowshot away, in a scattered formation, occasionally sweeping past to shoot arrows, using all sorts of means to prevent the Iron Peak County militia from resting.

Only now did the old Translator roughly understand why the enemy did not occupy the hills to form battle lines.

If the enemy occupied the hills, the Iron Peak County Military would be subjected to continuous harassment from all directions, without a moment’s rest.

The current situation was this: the Iron Peak County Military controlled a roughly two-kilometer-wide corridor between the mountain and the forest, making it difficult for Terdon light cavalry to maneuver to the flanks and only able to make repeated sweeps at the front.

The tactic of “surrounding and harassing the enemy” had become “half-surrounding and harassing,” with limited effect.

He could even vaguely see that the Iron Peak County troops seemed to be taking turns retreating to the rear of the lines to rest.

But these were minor issues; the Terdon people had no intention of letting up, and the Iron Peak County locals were not easily intimidated.

The outcome of this war would eventually have to be decided in genuine combat.

The heavenly signs were gradually shifting in favor of the Terdon People—the morning sunlight was coming from the wrong direction, as was the wind.

But now, the time had changed hands.

Winters, in the central army, also faintly perceived the subtle change in the atmosphere: the wind direction was changing, the southwest wind becoming northwest; the sun was setting, and the Terdon people wouldn’t be charging into the sunlight anymore.

Most importantly, the continuous harassment tactic had caused the tightly wound young soldiers on both flanks to become numb and drowsy.

A faint trail of dust was rising from the Terdon line—though it looked insignificant.

“They’re going to charge!” Winters threw aside his cane and leapt to his feet: “Get the second line on both flanks ready! Pull back the light troops! Notify the forces ambushed in West Mountain to mount up!”

The sleepy monkeys and Doug were kicked awake by the sergeants, and the line of adult soldiers suddenly tensed up.

From the seemingly chaotic and unpredictable array of Terdon light cavalry, a troop of armored cavalry charged out diagonally.

“Again?” The young militiamen on the first line were already becoming impatient, the enemy had repeatedly threatened with charges and sweeps, never daring to cross the trenches.

As fear gradually subsided, many young soldiers developed a sense of complacency.

But this time, the Terdon people didn’t just sweep past; the leading knight roared, spurring his horse to leap directly over the cheval de frise and trench, charging into the scattering militia amidst the cries of alarm, swinging his spear to send several people flying.

The other Terdon armored cavalry lacked such horsemanship and such warhorses, they honestly pulled down the cheval de frise and deer racks, passing through gaps in the trenches, following their leader in the assault.

Meanwhile, the Terdon Tribe’s main formation suddenly came to life.

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Harassment? Horse archery? Crows? Iron Cavalry charge was the Terdon Tribe’s true forte! [Once one point is broken, no matter the numbers, the whole army can drive straight through, even a hundred thousand men would not be able to compete].

A breach had been made on the left flank, and next, the Terdon people would spare no expense to widen the gap, deploying decisive strike forces to sweep across the entire frontline.

Meanwhile, on the western side of the army behind the trees, Anglu mounted his horse upon seeing the signal flag.

Behind Anglu, Dusack, Paratu People, Protestant immigrants… Winters’ cavalry had amassed their energy, waiting for the call to make a decisive countercharge.