As the saying goes: Don’t disturb the lion’s sleep, don’t be fine if you have nothing to do.

There is another proverb: A tiger's butt cannot be touched.

What the Jeska Brigade did last night can no longer be described as a simple "touching the butt".

They set a fire on the tiger's butt, cut off a large piece of meat, and kicked Dandan hard before leaving.

On the whistle, Winters calmly stuffed steel nails into the leather holster on his arm armor, and casually said to Bud: "The Hurds are so angry."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Bard replied angrily: "What are you doing to steal the statue of someone?"

"It's not that I want to rob, you're not there." Winters said in a deep tone: "These guys saw such a big lump of gold, their eyes were full of green light. I said 'Don't move, let that go'. They won't agree!"

The two saw the tens of Wanheld cavalry - with their knees, they knew that they were the main force of the Terdun team - the third floor inside and the third floor outside surrounded the bridgehead. Judging from the situation, they wanted to attack the city immediately.

The golden man who sacrificed the sky was taken away, and the Hed man's eyes were full of tears and he was furious and wanted to take it back immediately - this is understandable, but they chose the wrong place to start the war.

Although the bridgehead of the Jeska department is small, it is definitely not a good bone to chew.

This civil building is backed by the river bank and is condescending.

There are open open spaces around, and the only small piece of woods has been cut down by Winters. The ground is bare and there is not even a place to hide.

The fort wall is connected with the wooden bridge spanning the confluent river, and the defenders can advance or retreat.

Moreover, the four sides of the bridgehead are very narrow, and no matter how many enemies there are, they cannot be expanded.

There were two 100-man teams stationed here. After the arrival of the Jeska brigade, it continued to transform and reinforce on the basis of the original fortifications.

Their time was much more than that of the Sekler tribe, so what lies in front of the Heds was not the simple defense of the low walls and shallow grooves of the Sekler camp.

Instead, there are trenches with a depth and width of more than two meters, continuous horse-rejected piles, four large and one small five bastions, and two-layer village walls with high and low configurations.

Although it is not as good as those star fortresses with sophisticated designs, expensive and daunting star fortresses, if you want to break through this defense system, the Hurds have to spend hundreds of lives.

The trumpet sounded, and the Hud cavalry in the distance clamored and began to advance towards the fort wall.

"I really dare to come?" Winters took a deep breath: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Bud glared at Winters, jumped off the hood and walked towards the southwest corner bastion where he was responsible.

When the Alaric, who spoke fluently and vernacular, led his men to attack the Styx Camp, he also launched at least dozens of carriages as cover.

The Telton cavalry in front of him, not to mention the carriage, had few shields, and they dared to attack with great fanfare, which really made Winters a little difficult to understand.

He had no idea: "Will the Hurds...didn't they understand who is the egg? Who is the stone?"

On the ridge of the northeast corner, Mason stared at several stacked red stones 750 meters away.

Seeing the stones submerged behind the Hurds' wall, Mason yelled: "Open fire!"

Five six-pound long cannons fired in turn, solid iron balls flew into the crowd accurately, running through the body one after another, plowing out five deep blood grooves.

The Heds obviously did not expect the defenders to have artillery. In order to boost their momentum, they advanced slowly in dense formations.

However, the surrounding open land has been calibrated by Mason, and there is no possibility of deviation in such a dense formation.

However, the five shellings with limited killing were already shaken. It was not because of casualties, but because they could not bear the psychological pressure of being beaten.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it. As soon as he rode a horse and sprinted, all the Hudds ran with him.

The formation of the Terdun army was dismantled like this.

When the Heds rushed into five hundred meters, the two twelve-pound cannons had roars like thunder.

The shells rushed around the crowd, hit the ground and bounced up again, ruthlessly harvesting life.

"Good fight!" Mason's heart was filled with depression, and the shelling effect made him very satisfied.

What a guide...what cannon is interesting? The lieutenant ordered his men with great enthusiasm: "Change the shotgun!"

After obeying the order, a group of "gunners" began to load the rope nets and grape bullets wrapped in paper bags in a hurry.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert wanted but did not have the cannon, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska not only had... but also had seven gates.

Lieutenant Mason, who dreamed of returning to his old career, wanted to give Bian Licheng a spoonful of cannons. Jeska nodded, and he immediately took over the five best-quality light long cannons and two cannons under his command.

The former weighs only half a ton, but the diameter exceeds thirty and has excellent range. The latter weighs about one ton and has a small diameter, which is better than the cannon shells that can hit twelve pounds.

Mason has long praised the gunpowder for shooting and encapsulated it; the shooting angle is also determined by Mason himself.

Other so-called "gunners" are completely tool people, just firing, resetting, cleaning the barrel, loading, and firing.

As early as the defense battle of the Styx Camp, Mason had already trained several tool gunners. Now, the old tool gunners are used as the backbone, and the new tool gunners are added, and the artillery team is greatly expanded.

In this way, an academy artillery officer who had been raising pigs for several years, brought dozens of wild tool men to kill the Hed people with the cannons of the Hed people - even the shells were picked up by the Hed people.

The cruel battlefield paintings are inexplicably stained with a bit of magical realism.

But Winters had no time to think about the funny and absurdity, and he was waiting for the Hurds to enter fifty steps.

If there were only muskets, the Heds could slowly advance to a hundred meters and calmly arrange the array and then attack the city.

But once the defenders had artillery, the Heds had to attack from five hundred meters away.

It is not even considered safe from five hundred meters away. The limit range of the six-pound long cannon exceeds three thousand meters - but at this distance, it is better to hit accurately than to catch it.

In less than a minute, the Hud cavalry had already rushed into fifty meters, and the artillery had only had time to set off a round and were still loading in full swing.

Behind the village wall, there was a silence.

The Jeska Brigade is no longer a mob who can set off guns and thrill their courage. All the musketeers are waiting for orders.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The defense of the horse, trench, chest wall, village wall, and bridgehead is four layers in sequence from outside to inside.

The Hud stopped before refusing the horse. Some of them dismounted the horse and set their bows and arrows, while the other part pulled out the refusing horse stake.

"It's now! Fire!" Winters yelled with amplification.

He pulled the trigger continuously, and the "click, click" spring wheel fired. Two lead bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another. A leader Hed, a red feathered beside the horse, fell to the ground.

After Berryon's repair, this double-tube rifled rifle can be pointed and hit wherever it is.

The musketeer on the basin pressed the firing rod with Winters, and a series of gunfires rang out, and lead bullets flew everywhere.

The closest Hed was beaten to death on the spot. The undead Hed lay on the ground to hide, trying to use the horse-repellent stake that was only the size of an arm as a shield.

After the volley, the battlefield returned to silence.

"[Herd] stand up!" After the smoke of gunpowder, a leader of Heard scolded: "[Herd] Their musket can only be used once! Pull out the wooden stakes!"

The Huds got up from the ground while beating and scolding, and the shooting seemed to have stopped. They began to pull out the horse again.

They were greeted by the second round of volleys, and the scolding leader Hurd was killed by two lead bullets.

"Second Team! Recharge!" Winters waved the military flag and shouted: "Third Team! Get ready!"

The drummer next to the centurion knocked out a death-thrust board and urged the musketeers to act.

The musketeers who had finished shooting returned and loaded the bullets. Another team of musketeers hurried to the wall and set up guns to aim.

Before this, militia musketeers would shoot freely after firing a round of guns.

However, Winters discovered that many musketeers did not dare to fire their guns. Once they started shooting freely, they could not shoot a few leads in the entire battle.

So Winters divided all the musketeers into ten teams, rotated in turn, and fired alternately.

It is clear at a glance whose gun has fired, and whose gun has not fired.

"Team 3rd team! Open fire!" Winters yelled.

The snare drum came to an abrupt end, and Charles swung the wooden hammer and beat it hard on the gong.

"Bang!" The sound of the gong penetrated the noise of the battlefield, which was a signal of fire.

The third team of musketeers pressed the firing pole and fired a volley.

Next to each shooting position, a ten-husband stood to make records. Military law has been read out in advance. Whoever's gun did not fire will be severely punished after the war.

"Third Team! Reload!" Winters then ordered: "Fourth Team! Get ready!"

The drummer beat the fast drum again. Amid the high-frequency drumming, a team of musketeers retreated, and the next team of musketeers made up.

This set of tactics is not simple. Every musketeer must complete the loading within nine rounds of shooting, and must also beware of accidents and accidents.

With drums, gongs and voices, ten teams of musketeers stumbled and rotated alternately.

Seeing his subordinates' busy appearance, Winters was not satisfied.

In his opinion, the militia is still too clumsy now. If more training is performed, this rotation shooting tactic will definitely be smoother.

"Fourth Team! Fire" Winters' voice became a little hoarse, and he thought to himself: "I have to find someone to shout a command for me."

The Centurion of Montane was still dissatisfied with it, but the Huds felt completely different.

In the past, it took a lot of time to load the musket of a two-legged person.

The Hudds of the Kertun tribe were surprised to find that the muskets of the two-legged man in the castle in front of him had never stopped.

The gunshots continued, and the lead bullets were like raindrops, one round after another, making the Hudders who were resisting the horse unable to raise their heads.

Finally, a large number of Hurd archers rushed to the front line.

These archers were dressed in double layers, even three layers of heavy armor, crossed the Juma and approached the edge of the trench, and shot arrows at the Paratu people on the wall.
To be continued...