The rock cannon did not fire a second shell after all.
In order to facilitate operators to observe the enemy and the bullet point, the Duke built six high platforms in the city to place artillery and trenchers.
In other words, their height exceeds the city wall, and no other party's actions can escape the eyes of the attacker.
This is a foolproof choice. The condescending perspective not only brings better shooting efficiency, improves the range of shells and rock throws, but also gives the enemy a strong sense of oppression.
But in front of the incredible artillery of the Roland Army, the platform became a striking target.
For the first time Willian felt that a quarter of an hour was so long.
The explosions on the city walls seemed to have not stopped.
Just as the family soldiers were trying to load the snow powder, a shell landed on the high platform on the right.
In an instant, a bright sun seemed to rise on the table, and it was swallowed by more than 20 people, along with the huge rock cannon, and then the bright red flames turned into countless tentacles and rushed towards all directions. The buildings in the city also raised a stream of yellow dust due to the violent tremor.
A broken bronze tube flew out of the flame, hit the side of another platform and fell straight to the ground, falling into a group of leaders carrying stones. The body at this moment showed its fragility and weakness. When the gun barrel rolled and stopped for two rounds, there was a pool of reddish-brown meat paste on the ground.
The unlucky people who were crushed by their hands and feet and still had not died, hugged their unformed broken limbs and screamed, hoping that someone could give them a pleasure.
But Willian no longer cares about them at this moment.
The watchtower was also a conspicuous target for the enemy. As early as the moment the wall turned into a sea of fire, the nobles lost the courage to continue to watch and retreated immediately.
This decision was obviously correct. The speed of the other party's shelling was far beyond everyone's imagination. Almost every ten breaths, a round of shells would land, and the hit accuracy was getting higher and higher. The surrounding area of the city wall had become an extremely dangerous area.
At first, there were fireballs rising outside the city, and then they all hit the city and moved closer to the platforms and the city gate.
The smoke of gunpowder rolled and debris flew everywhere in the city, roaring and wailing mixed together, like a scene in hell.
When the enemy finally stopped shooting, not only did the six high platforms be destroyed, but a gap was also blasted open to the city gate.
According to the plan, the Duke's family soldiers should immediately lower the iron fence or the broken dragon stone to block the passage into the city, and be prepared for blocking the attack. However, after experiencing such a terrifying bombardment, it has become an unrealistic requirement to continue to stick to their posts.
The flames flowed around the grease, and burnt corpses could be seen everywhere on the city walls. Even if someone escaped by luck, he completely lost the courage to fight, not to mention the conquered people who were forcibly recruited.
All those who can run have run away, and the rest are either scared to death or seriously injured and unable to escape.
Although Willian thought that he would fail, he did not expect that he would lose so quickly.
Before he could hurt his opponent, his defense line collapsed. What did Roland do in the past two years?
Sir, this...can't be beaten...
Let's surrender.
It's Ah, surrendering does not mean giving in. We can find other opportunities.
That's right, as long as they stay in the Eastern Realm, this revenge will be avenged sooner or later.
If His Majesty Tifeko is here, he will definitely not blame you. You have tried your best, just blame the enemy for being too cruel.
Willian was silent for a moment and turned to look at Grina.
When the latter retreated, in order to protect him, he pushed a burning wooden beam with his hands. The scattered charcoal fire burned a corner of her hair, leaving two black marks on her face.
Even so, her eyes were still as bright as before, without any sense of depression or embarrassment. I'll listen to you.
The Duke took a deep breath and surrendered.
Sir...what are you?
I have been preparing for two years, not to leave a name for surrender without fighting, he said slowly, "Roland must understand that powerful force cannot conquer everything, and His Majesty Tifeko also has fearless vassals."Grina, where is my Knights?
The chief knight said without hesitation that they were all on standby in the second ambush area.
No need to hide, let them all come to the city gate.Willian ordered, Viscount Arlei Burke, remove all the traps he had prepared before.
Remove?Why?The nobles said in surprise.
Those things alone can't stop the enemy. It's better to let them in and have a dignified decisive charge to this point. Someone has to give an explanation.The Duke found that when the last moment came, he was unexpectedly calm. No matter what, this scene would be written into the history books, and he could be worthy of His Majesty.
……
Half an hour later, Roland's army finally appeared at the gate of the city wall. Their actions seemed very cautious. A small team first removed the damaged door panels and occupied the entrances and exits on both sides, and then the follow-up troops followed up one after another.
Stepping into the city, they soon built simple camps in the middle of the long street, and two strange muskets were pushed into the front line.
Willian no longer cared about what the other party was going to do. He raised the reins and took the knights slowly out of the corner, lined up along the street.
Seven knights and fifteen entourages were his last counterattack power.
This also convinced the Duke of the necessity and superiority of the aristocratic system.
Faced with such a desperate situation, only the nobles who can muster up the courage to charge against the enemy can do it.
He pulled down his armor, raised his spear, and breathed a sigh of relief when facing more and more invaders.
Although we have failed today, history will not forget us. Everyone’s name will become a poem and will be constantly circulated in the songs.Take out the courage and fight fearlessly until the last moment!The knights of the Borg family, follow me to charge!
Thousands of victory!
Willian waved the reins and led everyone to accelerate along the long street, launching a final sprint towards the enemy's position.
The rolling smoke and the unextinguished flames became the best embellishment on the battlefield. For a moment, the Duke felt that this was the destination that suited him.
Soon the charge distance was shortened to half, and the horse speed was also raised to the highest, but he did not hear the sound of horse hooves behind him like drums.
Looking back, Willian couldn't help but be stunned. He found that the more than 20 people who charged at the beginning were gone, and Grina was the only one who was still following him.
This street is not just one road, it connects many forks and alleys. At that moment, Willian understood the cause and effect.
Why...is this happening?
He wanted to ask this sentence, but when he looked at the female knight's affectionate eyes, he suddenly felt that nothing was important.
This ending seems to be good too.
At least you are still around, right?
Willian smiled, pressed his spear down and pointed it at the enemy closest to him.
Then a dense rain of bullets enveloped him.
In order to facilitate operators to observe the enemy and the bullet point, the Duke built six high platforms in the city to place artillery and trenchers.
In other words, their height exceeds the city wall, and no other party's actions can escape the eyes of the attacker.
This is a foolproof choice. The condescending perspective not only brings better shooting efficiency, improves the range of shells and rock throws, but also gives the enemy a strong sense of oppression.
But in front of the incredible artillery of the Roland Army, the platform became a striking target.
For the first time Willian felt that a quarter of an hour was so long.
The explosions on the city walls seemed to have not stopped.
Just as the family soldiers were trying to load the snow powder, a shell landed on the high platform on the right.
In an instant, a bright sun seemed to rise on the table, and it was swallowed by more than 20 people, along with the huge rock cannon, and then the bright red flames turned into countless tentacles and rushed towards all directions. The buildings in the city also raised a stream of yellow dust due to the violent tremor.
A broken bronze tube flew out of the flame, hit the side of another platform and fell straight to the ground, falling into a group of leaders carrying stones. The body at this moment showed its fragility and weakness. When the gun barrel rolled and stopped for two rounds, there was a pool of reddish-brown meat paste on the ground.
The unlucky people who were crushed by their hands and feet and still had not died, hugged their unformed broken limbs and screamed, hoping that someone could give them a pleasure.
But Willian no longer cares about them at this moment.
The watchtower was also a conspicuous target for the enemy. As early as the moment the wall turned into a sea of fire, the nobles lost the courage to continue to watch and retreated immediately.
This decision was obviously correct. The speed of the other party's shelling was far beyond everyone's imagination. Almost every ten breaths, a round of shells would land, and the hit accuracy was getting higher and higher. The surrounding area of the city wall had become an extremely dangerous area.
At first, there were fireballs rising outside the city, and then they all hit the city and moved closer to the platforms and the city gate.
The smoke of gunpowder rolled and debris flew everywhere in the city, roaring and wailing mixed together, like a scene in hell.
When the enemy finally stopped shooting, not only did the six high platforms be destroyed, but a gap was also blasted open to the city gate.
According to the plan, the Duke's family soldiers should immediately lower the iron fence or the broken dragon stone to block the passage into the city, and be prepared for blocking the attack. However, after experiencing such a terrifying bombardment, it has become an unrealistic requirement to continue to stick to their posts.
The flames flowed around the grease, and burnt corpses could be seen everywhere on the city walls. Even if someone escaped by luck, he completely lost the courage to fight, not to mention the conquered people who were forcibly recruited.
All those who can run have run away, and the rest are either scared to death or seriously injured and unable to escape.
Although Willian thought that he would fail, he did not expect that he would lose so quickly.
Before he could hurt his opponent, his defense line collapsed. What did Roland do in the past two years?
Sir, this...can't be beaten...
Let's surrender.
It's Ah, surrendering does not mean giving in. We can find other opportunities.
That's right, as long as they stay in the Eastern Realm, this revenge will be avenged sooner or later.
If His Majesty Tifeko is here, he will definitely not blame you. You have tried your best, just blame the enemy for being too cruel.
Willian was silent for a moment and turned to look at Grina.
When the latter retreated, in order to protect him, he pushed a burning wooden beam with his hands. The scattered charcoal fire burned a corner of her hair, leaving two black marks on her face.
Even so, her eyes were still as bright as before, without any sense of depression or embarrassment. I'll listen to you.
The Duke took a deep breath and surrendered.
Sir...what are you?
I have been preparing for two years, not to leave a name for surrender without fighting, he said slowly, "Roland must understand that powerful force cannot conquer everything, and His Majesty Tifeko also has fearless vassals."Grina, where is my Knights?
The chief knight said without hesitation that they were all on standby in the second ambush area.
No need to hide, let them all come to the city gate.Willian ordered, Viscount Arlei Burke, remove all the traps he had prepared before.
Remove?Why?The nobles said in surprise.
Those things alone can't stop the enemy. It's better to let them in and have a dignified decisive charge to this point. Someone has to give an explanation.The Duke found that when the last moment came, he was unexpectedly calm. No matter what, this scene would be written into the history books, and he could be worthy of His Majesty.
……
Half an hour later, Roland's army finally appeared at the gate of the city wall. Their actions seemed very cautious. A small team first removed the damaged door panels and occupied the entrances and exits on both sides, and then the follow-up troops followed up one after another.
Stepping into the city, they soon built simple camps in the middle of the long street, and two strange muskets were pushed into the front line.
Willian no longer cared about what the other party was going to do. He raised the reins and took the knights slowly out of the corner, lined up along the street.
Seven knights and fifteen entourages were his last counterattack power.
This also convinced the Duke of the necessity and superiority of the aristocratic system.
Faced with such a desperate situation, only the nobles who can muster up the courage to charge against the enemy can do it.
He pulled down his armor, raised his spear, and breathed a sigh of relief when facing more and more invaders.
Although we have failed today, history will not forget us. Everyone’s name will become a poem and will be constantly circulated in the songs.Take out the courage and fight fearlessly until the last moment!The knights of the Borg family, follow me to charge!
Thousands of victory!
Willian waved the reins and led everyone to accelerate along the long street, launching a final sprint towards the enemy's position.
The rolling smoke and the unextinguished flames became the best embellishment on the battlefield. For a moment, the Duke felt that this was the destination that suited him.
Soon the charge distance was shortened to half, and the horse speed was also raised to the highest, but he did not hear the sound of horse hooves behind him like drums.
Looking back, Willian couldn't help but be stunned. He found that the more than 20 people who charged at the beginning were gone, and Grina was the only one who was still following him.
This street is not just one road, it connects many forks and alleys. At that moment, Willian understood the cause and effect.
Why...is this happening?
He wanted to ask this sentence, but when he looked at the female knight's affectionate eyes, he suddenly felt that nothing was important.
This ending seems to be good too.
At least you are still around, right?
Willian smiled, pressed his spear down and pointed it at the enemy closest to him.
Then a dense rain of bullets enveloped him.
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