Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 394 - 42 Accidental Encounter_3

Chapter 394: Chapter 42 Accidental Encounter_3

“What the hell!” That was Rasov, screaming in utter terror, “How the hell… Lord!”

At the bottom of the ditch, Asta first lazily leaned to one side, then suddenly flung up both hands and fell from the saddle.

Kliuch, who had gone with him, had already been dragged off his horse by the Shepherd and was desperately struggling and shouting.

The sudden calamity left the Dusacks speechless with their eyes wide open.

“Go down and save him!” Andre, spurring his horse fiercely in the ribs, drew his saber, and charged down the slope ahead of everyone.

The Dusacks fell a few horse lengths behind before they came to their senses, clumsily trying to follow.

Taking advantage of the terrain, the Cavalry reached the bottom of the slope in the blink of an eye, but that was exactly why the enemy had not killed Kliuch.

Seeing the Piaoqi officer rushing down the slope, the Shepherd immediately took out his horn and blew it fiercely.

In the flash of lightning, the Shepherd’s horn and jaw were both chopped off by Lieutenant Cherini.

But it was too late, the muffled sound of the horn had already drifted out of the gully, returning with the thunderous sounds of hooves.

On the edge of the hill’s silhouette, first appeared the swaying tips of long spears, then the fluttering feathers on their helmets.

A dozen fierce riders, carrying guns and bows, emerged from the opposite slope, howling as they charged toward the Paratu Cavalry at the bottom.

“Herd Barbarians!” Shego bellowed with all his might, “It’s the Herd Barbarians!”

It was a planned ambush. Andre pulled at the reins fiercely and bellowed, “Go!”

The riders wheeled their horses around and raced back toward the hilltop they had come from. Even those who usually spared their horses were now desperately jabbing their spurs into the animals’ ribs.

Kliuch had just scrambled up from the ground when the Herders killed to his side. The young Dusack stood frozen in place, a pike piercing through his chest, pinning him to the earth.

Kliuch did not die immediately, but no one paid him any heed. The Herd Cavalry whooshed by; their target was the fleeing Piaoqi officer.

The sound of the Herders’ horses’ hooves beat down on Andre’s heart like hail, he kept looking back, seeing bushy beards, dark faces, and adept horsemanship.

“One has a red plume, the rest are white,” Andre struggled to calm down, “That guy must be an officer.”

He saw one of the Herders reaching behind his leg to draw something.

“Arrows!” Andre roared, “Get down!”

Hearing the Lieutenant’s shout, the Paratu riders hunched over their horses’ backs, pressing their bodies as low as possible.

Arrow feathers, wrapped in a sharp whooshing sound, chased them from behind; the riders, gritting their teeth, prayed while lashing their Warhorses with their whips.

Rasov let out a scream, crying out, “I’ve been hit! I’ve been hit by an arrow!”

“Sound the horn! Warn the main force!” Andre ordered the trumpeter, Kapu.

The Lieutenant called out three times before Kapu snapped out of his daze. He trembled as he removed the military horn from around his neck, but he simply couldn’t produce a coherent sound.

The Herders’ horses were not large, but their speed was no less than that of Andre’s tall horse.

The distance between the fleeing and the pursuing closed rapidly, and everyone could clearly hear the Herders shouting in their own language.

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The burly Herder with the Hong Lingyu feather caught up with Andre and thrust his spear into Andre’s back with force. The spear point pierced through the belt and entered Andre’s back obliquely, about a knuckle deep.

Andre wasn’t wearing the breastplate issued to officers, only feeling a chill on his back. He swung his saber to block the second spear and let out a desperate roar, “Can’t run! It’s do or die!”

Andreya reared his horse, chopping down at the back of a Herder who was rushing from the left.

He was surrounded, a Herd horse crashed into his black warhorse, nearly knocking it down.

Shego was the first to turn back for the rescue, but a Herder drove him aside.

Baring his teeth, Shego’s face ashen like a dead man’s, hacked away at the opponent with insane force, his movements lacking any semblance of technique.

The bugler Kapu didn’t look back, running straight towards the direction of the convoy. But Margot and Rasov, with an arrow in his arm, followed Shego charging back.

The cavalry packed into a small patch of miserable mud, struggling and killing in confusion. The Paratu People were so frightened they were out of their minds, but the Herders weren’t faring much better.

Swords clashed against swords, sparks flying, wildly stabbing and slashing, the fighting was incredibly intense.

The horses, too, were panicked, utterly ignoring the riders’ commands. They blindly ran amok, and in their confusion, they fell to the ground.

Six Herders encircled Andre, wanting to capture him alive. Andre stood up in the stirrups, using all his might, spinning and turning on the saddle like a whirlwind with his saber.

The spear tip traced a bloody line on his neck, and he retaliated with a cut deep enough to see bone. The cold glint of steel flashed before his eyes as he again raised his saber to parry.

A Herder shouted in an unfamiliar language, and Andre mustered all his strength to chop his saber down onto the opponent’s crown.

The Herder screamed, tumbling off his horse, but Andre’s saber was also knocked flying by the opponent’s iron helmet.

He immediately snatched a long spear from a Herder cavalryman nearby and began to strike, as though he was on the training grounds.

Several Herders used their long spears to force Andre back, rescuing the Herder who had just fallen.

Only then did Andre notice the red feather on the Herder’s iron helmet.

The unconscious Herder leader was placed on a horse and escaped towards the north. Other Herder cavalry stopped fighting and retreated with their leader.

A dismounted Herder picked up another wounded comrade, struggling to escape into the valley.

The Paratu Cavalry did not pursue the kill, and as soon as they broke contact, they headed straight for the convoy.

Two groups of people, not yet proficient in the art of killing their kin, encountered each other by chance. They fought with extreme fear, hacking wildly for a while, sustaining injuries all over, and eventually fled. That was all that had happened just now.

Andre carelessly wiped the blood from his face, and only then did he feel the pain of his wounds.

Shego and Margot’s lips trembled uncontrollably, their clothes showing patches of dark red bloodstains.

Rasov’s arrow in his arm had snapped off at some point, his face deathly pale, and he wobbled unsteadily on his horse.

“Rasov! Hold on!” Andre shouted, holding back tears, “There will be a doctor when we get back to the convoy!”

They galloped along the ridge line, rounded a bend, and the sight of the convoy gradually appeared behind the contours of the hills.

The convoy had already been overwhelmed by Herder cavalry.

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