Hearing that General Yanosh was dead, Winters clenched his fists unconsciously.

The one-eyed lieutenant colonel was unmoved. He sneered and asked, "You call me out to say this?"

"Take the baggage you carry, and I will allow you to keep your flags and weapons away." The Hudder repeated the conditions he issued, looking confident: "It's not too bad for you to be alive anyway, isn't it?"

"Okay." The lieutenant colonel replied indifferently: "Wait for me to go back and consider it."

The Hurd smiled, with a contempt in his polite manner: "Your Excellency, there is no point in delaying time. No one will come to save you, and my kindness and generosity are equally limited."

"What else?" the lieutenant colonel asked casually, picking the blood from his nails.

"Can you know your honorable name?"

"John Jeska."

"I am Alaric, who plays for Haugkota, the commander of you."

"Good luck."

"I am also honored to fight with you."

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska had a negative attitude and the negotiations ended quickly.

After standing up from the bearskin, Alaric said coldly: "Sirs, just as we were talking, the fine sand in the hourglass was falling one by one. There is not much time left for you."

...

On the way back to the camp, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska suddenly asked: "Lt. Montane, what do you think?"

Winters told the truth: "If they hand over the baggage, they will really let us go? I'm not sure. But we should be prepared."

"You're wrong to think about it like this." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska said disdainfully: "Why don't you come and hit us directly?"

"They probably just want something..." Winters raised his eyebrows: "Well, can it be?"

"It's what you think. Do you think I'm anxious, or are they more anxious?"

The lieutenant thought about it carefully: "It seems that the Hurd man is even more anxious."

"Yes, I see he's so anxious that he's about to wet his pants! He's still arrogant and want us to surrender?"

The lieutenant was confused: "But he didn't say..."

"You believe it when he says?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska laughed: "I also said I am his father!"

Winters recalled the look and manners of the Hurd man, and couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Why is that guy lying to us without changing his face?"

"It's not surprising that any tricks are used in war. Don't think that the Hudders are simple and the barbarians are the most cunning." The lieutenant colonel casually instructed: "Don't spread what the Hudders said, and just ask, they are here to persuade them to surrender."

...

The beacon has been lit, and the messengers asking for help have crossed the bridge early.

The first thing Lieutenant Colonel Jeska did after returning to the battalion was to interrogate the prisoners, while Winters returned to the team and led everyone to strengthen the fortifications.

The Palatus people worked hard regardless of their identities.

The camp is backed by the river, and there are originally trenches and earthen walls, but the walls are not high and the ditch is not deep.

But just by relying on the hundreds of people in the camp, I couldn't dig much earth even if I was exhausted.

After discussing, several officers simply stopped working on the trench and instead did some immediate work.

So everyone was trying hard to raise the shooting tower, plundering the wood in the camp, and sharpening it as a horse-rejecting horse.

When Winters returned to the team, he saw Andre, Bud and several others gathered together.

"What are you doing?" asked Ensign Montagne.

Andre raised his hand and threw a fire door gun to Winters: "Look at this."

Winters caught it: "What's wrong?"

This is an ordinary fire door gun with a long wooden handle and a short iron pipe.

Winters saw a clue: a long dagger was inserted into the barrel, turning the fire door gun into a short spear.

"It's interesting." Winters became serious.

The dagger was stuffed very tightly, and it took him a little effort to pull it off. He found that the dagger was particularly simple in workmanship, just an iron bar clamped by two pieces of cork.

"This little thing saved our lives today." Bad patted the young man beside him: "Baronna, tell me about Lieutenant Montane."

Barongna was very nervous and said stumblingly: "This is what a hunter in my hometown uses to shoot wild boars. Sometimes the wild boars are shot and cannot be killed. The hunter will insert the dagger into the gun and use it as a spear."

Winters inserted the dagger back into the fire door gun and tried to make several thrusts.

Bard explained: "There are many merchants in the convoy who only have hooks and guns. I think this thing may come in handy, so I asked the blacksmith to make dozens of them. Originally, the musket was a stick after it was fired, but with this thing, it could be used as a short spear. Today I gave the Hurds a little surprise."

"Bad and I are studying," Andre added: "If each musketeer is given a knife, it may be a substitute for the spearman."

Winters smiled and handed the fire door gun back to Barongna, shook his head and said, "No."

"Why?"

Winters, who was born in Boke, reminded the two riders at the same time: "How light is the fire door gun? How heavy is the mesh gun?"

"What's the meaning?"

"The contrail gun is heavy, fifteen kilograms light, and thirty kilograms. You have to use a bracket when shooting. How to use it as a short spear? The weight of the spear is only five to ten kilograms."

Andre was dissatisfied and found a mesh gun and tried it, but stopped making any sound.

Facts are better than words. The contrailer is too bulky, the center of gravity is not suitable for fighting, and the attack distance is short.

Although it is held with both hands, it cannot send the pole like a flower gun. The actual attack distance is similar to a one-handed spear, only half a gun is added to the arm.

It is better to use a dagger to use a short spear to hit people with a stock upside down.

Winters put salt on the wound aside: "Besides, the spear is at least 2.5 meters. How long is the length of a dagger inserted into the musket? The function of the spearman is to protect the shooter from the impact of the cavalry, and to use a short spear to deal with the lances naturally suffer losses."

"Then is this thing useless?" Andre asked unwillingly.

"It's hard to say." Winters thought for a while and said, "If the weight of a musket can be reduced to less than ten kilograms, this thing will be of great use. In addition, the muskets must dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Otherwise, I would rather use a halberd and a spear to protect the shooter."

Andre couldn't help but shout: "Will you just build a musket within ten kilograms?"

Winters said helplessly: "It's not as simple as you said! If you want to reduce weight for the musket, you have to use a lighter barrel. The barrel is lighter and the tube wall is thin. Are you not afraid of explosions? Or you can charge less medicine, which is not powerful enough."

"At the end of the day," he concluded: "It still needs better iron."

...

At midnight, the moonlight was dark, but the stars were everywhere.

Only the sentries had not yet rested, and the others in the riverside camp had already fallen asleep.

Two silent figures led the horse and sneaked out of the north gate of the camp.

The man bit the wooden stick and immediately chewed the iron. Winters followed Lieutenant Colonel Jeska, and communicated with each other based on gestures.

The lieutenant colonel insisted on not bringing guards. According to him, the more people the easier it is to get out of trouble.

The two officers left the barracks silently, and those who didn't know why probably thought they were going to run away.

It was late at night and there was only the chirping of insects. Even a little noise would be heard far away.

All the metal objects on Winters and Qiang Yun were wrapped in cloth, and so were Lieutenant Colonel. Both of them did not ride horses, but just led the reins and walked slowly.

After that negotiation, Detective Hurd wandered around the riverside camp to spy on the truth.

The Hudds' small horses were flexible and swift, and were good at jumping. They could not beat them with muskets and crossbows. They sent cavalry to fight, and the opponent would slapped the horse and ran away.

This made the Palathus very annoyed.

Winters' rifled rifle had another problem, and the rifle was hanged with lead, and he lost his accuracy. Fortunately, Berryon said he could solve it, and now he has handed it to the blacksmith for repair.

The ancient law said: "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."

Taking advantage of the night, he could not see his five fingers, the Lieutenant Colonel took Lieutenant Montane to prepare for a close-in reconnaissance.

According to the lieutenant colonel, the reason why he only brought Winters was because he had a good horse, and the other was because he did not have night blindness.

There is only a hill between the Heds' camp and the Palatu barracks.

Jeska and Winters touched the top of the hill, which was already within the patrol of Hurd Sentinels.

Under the hillside, the Hudd camp was brightly lit, and I don’t know what I was busy with.

"My eyes are no longer possible." The lieutenant colonel whispered: "Come on, count how many campfires they have."

Winters, who was also lying on the ground, covered his left eye, put his other hand in front of his right eye, trying to identify the firelight in the distance.

Jeska whispered to the lieutenant: "The Huds sent troops, a team of ten. If it was really a team of thousands of men, there would be at least fifty camp fires."

"Captain, I've counted to eighty!" Winters replied in a low voice.

"Nothing wrong?"

"Now it's counting to ninety."

"[Vulgar words related to sheep]" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska suddenly cursed: "Will the ten thousand men come out again on the grassland?"

"What's the meaning?"
To be continued...