Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Chapter 447: Chapter 67: Demanding!_3

Bard sighed, “But there was no need to infuriate them to this extent.”

“Is that so? I think it’s not enough.”

The most difficult part of the war with the Herde tribes was never the battle itself, but how to find the Herders to fight.

Herde Cavalry would come and go like the wind on the wastelands, and most of the time they wouldn’t engage in a pitched battle with the Paratu People.

If they won, they fought; if not, they fled and continued to look for weaknesses in the Paratu forces.

The Paratu, unable to catch up and not daring to pursue, could only rely on their cavalry forces for limited success in pursuit battles.

Now, there was a rare opportunity to inflict casualties on the Herder’s living forces, so how could they let it slip by?

Sekler, seeing the Floating Bridge, was not pleased but enraged for the same reason.

This battle was pointless to flee; it was essential to inflict casualties on the Herders.

Those who defend must hold firm, for that’s where they shall be surely attacked.

As long as the Terdun Tribe firmly believed that the Gold sacrifices to the heavens were within this Bridgehead Fortress, this tiny fortress would become the place they must attack.

Winters took off his helmet, breathing in the fresh air deeply, and asked Bard, “Are the things I requested ready?”

“Berlion managed to make one, but it will give us away if they get too close.” Bard also revealed a hint of a smile, “You do have too many crooked ideas.”

Atop the rampart, Mason was holding something that resembled a golden head, showing it to the Herders outside the city.

For fear that the Herders wouldn’t be able to see it clearly, he arranged for three people to hold torches and accompany it, making the gold gleam in the firelight.

A few others used spears to brandish the golden and silver sacrificial items seized from the Terdun main camp, following behind.

“Herde Language Rejoice by the fire! Look over there!” a Herde Chiliarch pointed at the golden head on the wall, “Herde Language They’ve chopped off the head of our Gold Man!”

The red-faced rejoicer, eyes split with fury and silver teeth clenched to the point of breaking, hacked through the chariot’s pole and hysterically shouted, “Herde Language If we do not take this city today, slay all its people, then I am no son of Tengri! Whoever dares to retreat, this will be their fate!”

The nearby Paratu People could see clearly that what Lieutenant Mason was holding was no golden head, but clearly a pot roughly shaped into the semblance of a golden head.

Only the outer layer was made of gold, created by melting down the Herder’s Gold ritual vessels and pouring it over the surface.

The genuine case of “all that glitters is not gold on the inside if iron rust.”@@novelbin@@

From afar, it might deceive, but up close, the ruse was obvious.

“That’s enough, that’s enough!” Seeing that the timing was just right, Mason signaled everyone to wrap up, “Even if we now say that the Gold Man isn’t here, they wouldn’t believe us.”

“My [Enhanced Arrow Flying Spell]! How is it?” Winters, agitated below the rampart and unable to stop talking, grabbed Bard, “I’m so excited; it’s the first spell developed through calculations and experiments! I feel… I’ve finally understood why General Antoine-Laurent insisted on introducing standard metric units. Mathematics! Turning intangible magic into mathematics! This is the path he truly wanted to take…”

Contending with a huge lion and realizing the limited power of steel darts made Winters aware that some enemies required a more potent Arrow Flying Spell for effective damage.

After hundreds and thousands of practices accelerating heavy objects, he gradually discovered that with the “force applied” constant, the later the spell materials left the spellcasting range, the greater the impact—the more kinetic energy it would be infused with.

And the heavier the spell material, the slower the acceleration, and the later it would leave the spellcasting distance.

In other words, the heavier the material used in the spell, the stronger the Arrow Flying Spell would be.

After experiments, analysis, and calculations, Winters roughly formulated an equation: W=K·F·S·M^2

K is a constant, whose specific meaning he didn’t yet know. F stands for magical burst power, S for the distance of spellcasting, and M for the weight of the spell material.

This means that, disregarding the force of the throw and the limits of spellcasting ability, the power of the Arrow Flying Spell is directly proportional to the [Magical Burst Power] and the [Distance of Spellcasting], and it increases exponentially with the increase of the [Weight of Spell Material].

The lance he threw was not just any makeshift weapon; its weight was precisely the balance point he had found between “power” and “precision” after multiple practices.

“The conditions here are too rudimentary.” Winters swallowed a gulp of saliva, “I can’t conduct more precise experiments, and I just want to return to Vineta to tell General Serviati all about this.”

“You want to go home? It looks to me that you’re actually enjoying this war!” Bard’s eyes turned solemn, “Have you ever thought… that maybe you don’t know what you want? Or even who you are?”

Outside the fortress, the Herders had once again rushed to the stakes.

With the sound of a gong, the musketeers fired a volley, signaling the start of the second round of the siege.

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