The barbarians are crazy-the Palatus is sure of this.

The Terdun troops no longer had the main attack or the feint attack, surrounded the bridgehead from three sides and fought hard.

More than 20 thousand-man teams took turns to fight, and the Barbarian Chief personally led the guards to supervise the battle.

The fleeing Heds could not run a few steps and were shot to death by arrows.

Going forward means death, and going backward means death, and the barbarian's eyes are red.

Before the horse-rejecting pile in front was cleared, the people behind were carrying out the shoddy wooden ladder and rushing to the fort wall.

At first they tried to fill the ditch with cage, but that was too slow.

So the barbarian simply pushed the human corpse and the horse corpse directly into the trench, and tied the wooden ladder to the shield to make the bridge.

After all, this is just a temporary fortress, with high walls and deep trenches.

Relying on the tactic of stacking corpses, the Hudd quickly filled out the "road", and then the ladder set up the fort wall.

Being attacked from three sides, the pressure of the Paratu army suddenly increased.

It was entirely up to four centurions to lead their troops out of the fort to fight back: killing the enemy under the wall and cleaning the corpses and sand in the trench in the rain of arrows, so that Hed's army could not reach the city.

The results were significant and the cost was equally huge, because the Huds would never miss the opportunity to fight the Paratus at close range.

Every time he attacked, more than one in five people could not come back, and as many were injured.

Four centurions, Winters and Bard were successively hung up. If they weren't wearing heavy armor, they really wouldn't know how many times they had died.

Lieutenant Sanu - Winters's Hailan fellow countryman - was knocked unconscious by a hammer. His men tried their best to snatch the unconscious Lieutenant back, but Sanu had lost the ability to fight.

Lieutenant Otiba was unfortunately penetrated by an arrow under his left armpit. Before he could be sent to Father Kaman for treatment, the lieutenant was dead.

The fifth officer in the fortress went to the second, and only the artillery officer Mason stayed in the safest place and was carefully protected.

At this moment, Mason is the most precious human resource in this earthen building.

The sound of gunfire never stopped for a moment in the four-angle castle and the Triangle castle in front of the gate.

The musketeer's face and hands were smoked in black and gray, as if he had just crawled out of the coal pile.

The launching medicine prepared in advance has been exhausted, and how much gunpowder poured into the barrel is now all based on the feel of the musketeers.

In this way, accidents are inevitable.

During the battle, muskets exploded one after another, and the unfortunate musketeer was killed by the broken barrel fragments.

Those who survived by luck also had their faces and hands that were blown to the point of blood.

The soldiers became increasingly afraid of muskets.

The screams of their comrades were still echoing in their ears, making them afraid to aim carefully. More and more musketeers were randomly firing their guns to be finished.

Winters made up his mind and simply removed the twenty most skilled musketeers and asked them to be responsible for preparing the launching medicine for others.

Because the lead bullets were also wiped out early, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield: guns and cannons in the front kept firing, while the people behind were busy casting lead bullets and packing gunpowder.

So much so that the lead was still warm when handed over to the musketeers.

And because of the lack of wooden tubes, gunpowder hurriedly took a pack of straw paper and sent it to the fort wall.

In order to save trouble, a musketeer ignored the order of reusing the paper bag - because the paper is limited - used his teeth to tear a small hole in the paper bag and poured gunpowder into the barrel.

According to the shooting process, the lead bullet should be wrapped in a sheet of cloth and sent into the gun chamber.

But in order to save trouble, the musketeer was quick to learn that he wrapped the lead bullet directly with paper and stabbed it into the barrel.

This saves time for laying out cloth.

With two small improvements, the musket loading speed has been significantly improved.

Seeing that this was fast and easy, the musketeer's ensemble was also learned.

Then, more and more musketeers began to follow suit.

I found that there was less and less paper in the back, so I quickly reported to Lieutenant Montagne.

When Winters was furious when he learned that someone had deliberately destroyed the paper bag, he was furious, grabbed the saber and strode straight to the wall.

The needle and thread for the wound were still hanging on his legs, swaying back and forth.

"Attack! Sir! Don't step on the needle!" The military doctor chased after him in panic, but he could not catch up with the centurion.

The furious Lieutenant Montane just wanted to see which bastard dared to destroy the "army" and then deal with him with his own hands.

But when Winters saw the loading process of this set of [paper-packed medicine], his anger disappeared in an instant.

Soon, Winters found the musketeer who was the first to invent this process.

The frightened musketeer was brought to the "Blood Wolf" - he didn't know what the centurion in front of him was called, but only knew the nickname.

The musketeer originally thought he was dead and no matter how lucky he was, he could not escape a whip, but the atmosphere seemed to be different from what he imagined.

The musketeer lowered his head uneasy and quietly looked at the Blood Wolf with his afterglow.

The blood wolf sat on the empty powder barrel, putting his left leg on another powder barrel, and the barber was sewing the arrow wound on his leg.

"What's your name?" the other party spoke.

Compared to the rumors that the Musketeers have heard, the Blood Wolf's voice is unexpectedly gentle.

But the musketeer still shuddered: "Niemi."

"You are not a wolf-square man, right?" Blood Wolf took a breath, and the needle was obviously painful: "I can even call out the name of the wolf-square man."

"no."

"You are not on my Centenarians, right? I can call me almost all of my people."

"Not here." Nemi felt that his life should have been recovered: "I am in Chief Otiba's Centenary."

"Oh." Blood Wolf looked a little sad, and he asked again: "Tear the paper bag and use the paper bag as a magazine tray. Is it the first thing you started?"

Niemi's heart shrank in an instant, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stammered, "Report to me, I...I don't know..."

Seeing the other party's helpless appearance, Winters probably found the wrong person.

"You did a good job. Calling you here is to reward you." He said he wanted to reward you, but Winters touched his whole body but couldn't find any money.

However, he had already said it, and he was really embarrassed to say, "I didn't bring any money today, I'll give it to you later."

Looking around, Winters had an idea, grabbed the saber and handed it to Niemi.

Seeing the Blood Wolf reaching out to touch the knife, Niemi was frightened, and then he found out that the Blood Wolf was going to hand over the saber to him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "No, no, no." Nemi retreated repeatedly and waved his hand desperately.

"What can't you want?" Winters explained: "There is gold inlaid on this scabbard, and the knife itself is also a good knife. I didn't bring any money today, so I will give you this sword first. When the battle is over, you come to me with it. If I die, you will leave the knife. In the end, you won't let you suffer a loss. What do you think?"

"No, I dare not ask for this! I dare not ask for this."

"It is natural to give a mortgage to the debt." Winters sent the saber to Nemi: "Take your fellow comrades and teach other musketeers, and teach them all. I'll get some more paper for you."

...

"What are you going to do?" Father Kaman held the folio book, looked at Winters vigilantly, and stepped back step by step: "Don't come over."

"Temporary requisition." Winters pressed step by step and promised confidently: "When I return to Paratu, I will buy another copy to you."

"I'm a folio!" Kaman was furious - it was the first time the young priest got angry at Winters.

[Note: Folio versions are to tie the entire piece of paper into a book, which is equivalent to what we call four-openings. They are usually the most important texts]

"The folio book is good! There are many papers and good quality."

"Are you crazy? This is the scripture! How dare your soldiers put the pages of the scripture into the barrel?"

"It's okay, if you don't say they don't know it's the scriptures." Winters replied seriously: "They're illiterate."

"Don't take this one, this one is a hand-written book." Kaman retreated to the corner of the tent, and there was no way out. He begged: "I'll find you other books, and I'll leave this folio for me."

"Give me the scriptures?"

"The scriptures are also given to you."

Winters thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes...but I will come and get it again if necessary."

...

Just as Winters was crazily searching for papers, Mason on the wall discovered a serious problem.

Before this, Mason was most afraid of the cannon explosion.

A musket would only kill one or two people, and a cannon would be able to clear all the people on the Triangle Fort.

So Mason strictly controlled the firing frequency of the cannon, personally supervised the cooling process, and all the launching drugs were measured by him.

But now, the bigger problem is gunpowder.

The consumption of gunpowder is faster than Mason expected, and the reserved gunpowder is almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shells were not enough, and the solid shells had been exhausted long ago and there was no time to recycle them.

Nowadays, people use lead as a shotgun, which is not only a waste, but also lead is hung.
To be continued...