Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 814 - 78 Dagger Revealed_5

Chapter 814: Chapter 78: Dagger Revealed_5 Chapter 814: Chapter 78: Dagger Revealed_5 These militiamen were not good enough for hard battles, barely managing in skirmishes, but excelled at chasing down fleeing enemies.

“[Herde Language] Towards that red flag!” Tie Chi drew his scimitar, calling out hoarsely to his guards and warriors, “[Herde Language] Follow me and attack!”

Until this moment, Tie Chi had not given up on his last attempt. If the entire enemy army was advancing, it meant that the enemy’s commander’s base was left with minimal defense.

Warhorse struggled to exert force on the uphill terrain, yet four legs were always faster than two.

For Tie Chi, slaying the generals and capturing the flag appeared to be his only chance to turn defeat into victory.

The desperate people of Terdun also unleashed their ferocity; the warriors started to rip off their armors and cut the saddles to lighten the load on their horses.

Nobles, guards, and Nakor… all the courageous Terdun people gathered under Tie Chi’s leadership, charging desperately upstream towards the position of the red flag.

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Winters also noticed the movements of this small group of Terdun people.

“You go first,” Winters drew his saber and turned to Bard.

Bard sighed and also drew his saber.

Tie Chi hugged the neck of his Warhorse tightly to reduce resistance. The horse, frothing at the mouth and trembling in the knees, struggled up the slope.

Suddenly, Tie Chi heard his son shouting loudly from behind.

It turned out that the fleeing leaders were desperately waving their horse-tail standards, clearly indicating that the escape route wasn’t cut off.

Without waiting for Tie Chi’s command, the other Terdun nobles turned their horses around and fled, their guards and attendants following their masters.

The desperate courage dissipated in an instant, and Tie Chi suddenly realized the opponent’s ruthless strategy:

He could see clearly, most of the enemies were “slaves” without helmets, without armor, without even swords, just wielding wooden clubs;

If surrounded on all sides, the young warriors of Terdun might have had a chance to turn defeat into victory by fighting desperately;

But once there was a way to escape, the young warriors of Terdun only thought of fleeing;

The valley was narrow, how many could actually escape? Those who fled discarded their weapons, their armors, even their saddles, how could they fight again even if they escaped?

Tie Chi howled in agony three times, gave a fierce tug on the reins, and also fled with his son.

Winters sheathed his sword; this battle was undoubtedly a great victory, but his expression grew increasingly solemn.

So did Bard’s.

What they most feared usually happened—the “elite tent warriors” of this Terdon Tribe were far fewer in number than they should have been…

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That night, the humiliated people of Terdon requested to surrender for the second time within the blockade line.

This time with sincerity: Tie Chi, along with two other Green Plumed Feathers, personally requested to surrender.

They finally met the opponent’s commander, a man much younger and more stern than they had imagined.

Even so, the three prominent Terdon nobles still dared not look him in the eye—they had been thoroughly beaten and lost all courage.

“[Herde Language] Our young warriors are scattered; I request the general to grant us a few days,” Tie Chi licked his lips, kneeling subserviently, gone was his usual commanding presence, “[Herde Language] Allow me to gather our young warriors; the Terdon Tribe is willing to surrender its weapons and submit to the general.”

Worried that the opponent might not have slaves who understood the Herde Language, Tie Chi and the other two had specifically brought a Translator.

“Do you know who I am?” Winters scanned the three men with a scrutinizing gaze, asking.

“[Herde Language] Dare not… do not recognize,” after hearing the Translator’s interpretation, Tie Chi responded hunched over.

“I don’t recognize who you are either,” Winters squinted coldly, “But I recognize an ass face… huh, that’s your chief, the Fire Maker.”

Translator stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do; under the urging gaze of a few of Tie Chi’s group, he translated the phrase “monkey butt face” into Herde Language.

Tie Chi instinctively raised his head, only to lock eyes directly with the other.

For a moment, Tie Chi felt as if he was seen through from head to toe, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat seeped down his back.

Another Green Plumed Feathers had a sudden realization, his face turning pale as he incredulously pointed at Winters and exclaimed, “Herde Language You… you are… you are…”

The third Green Plumed Feathers was at a loss, making no sense of the situation.

Not until he heard his companion blurt out the name, “Herde Language You are Paratu Balatu!!!”

His knees went weak, his vision darkened, and he fell straight backwards.

“Stalling for time, waiting for the fire makers to rescue you?” Winters kicked over a wooden box leaking blood next to him and demanded sharply, “Did you think I was unaware of your intentions?”

Tie Chi didn’t understand what the other was saying, but he could still feel the thunderous fury in his tone, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

“Isn’t it strange where the fire makers have gone? Come!” Winters said with a cold laugh, “Meet your great chieftain.”

Winters kicked the wooden box again, and a head that was no longer recognizable as human rolled out.

Along with the head, a blue horse tail standard tangled with blood and brain matter rolled out—the Khan’s token.

The Green Plumed Feathers who recognized Winters saw the blue horse tail standard, his vision went dark, and he collapsed limply.

Tie Chi knelt down with a thud, cradling the head.

The head looked as though it had been torn by a wild beast, and as if it had exploded from inside, with the nose and eyes hanging out, as if it had undergone the most painful torture in the world.

But the blue nine-horse tail standard was unmistakable.

Tie Chi was overwhelmed with grief and began to sob loudly.

Winters watched silently as the devastated people of Terdun, the fire makers’ own uncle, suddenly burst out laughing, “Stop pretending; they really believed it, but I see you didn’t. Translator, translate for him!”

The Translator, utterly shocked by the series of dramatic events, translated the words tremblingly.

Tie Chi wiped his tears and slowly stood up.

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“Either the fire makers die, or you die, choose one.” Winters, leaning on his cane, slowly sat down in the campaign chair, resting against the back, and said evenly, “You are a smart man, you can understand what I am saying.”

After hearing the Translator’s words, Tie Chi thought for a moment and asked, “Herde Language If my people surrender, will Batu spare my tribe?”

“I will not kill you, nor will I sell you into slavery,” Winters said, looking straight at Tie Chi. “If the fire makers kill me, you can still go back to being Nayen. Either way, I am going to deal with you and then the fire makers. Time is precious, give me your answer now.”

“Herde Language How can I trust that Batu will not break his oath?” Tie Chi asked solemnly.

“I can conduct a ritual with you,” Winters narrowed his eyes, “the Kulxit ritual.”

…

Tie Chi was decisive in his actions, and so was Winters.

Having agreed on the terms, Winters immediately accompanied Tie Chi alone into Terdun Camp to swear an oath with the Terdun people.

While Winters was conducting the Kulxit ritual with Tie Chi in the presence of over two thousand surviving warriors of the Terdun Tribe, the true elite of the Terdun Tribe had already forced their way across the Big Horn River from Forging Village.

The fire makers had constructed a Floating Bridge.

And at this very moment, Revodan had not a single soldier.