"It deserves to be the best army in the north...... Two salvos were fired, and there was no surrender. Looking at the already somewhat crumbling walls in the distance, Chris sighed on horseback.

Just as Desel had predicted, the reinforcements of the Northern County retreated back to their territory as soon as they learned that the fort had been breached by Ellan Hill, and then the man from the Northern County sent a letter from the lord of the city, nicknamed Lord Suifeng, expressing his willingness to pay tribute.

However, Chris didn't give him any chance, and directly led his troops to surround the North County Castle, so that the lord completely gave up the idea of continuing to mess around.

Then things became very simple, as soon as the cannon went off, Beijun announced the surrender of the banner. No matter how the officers pushed their soldiers, no one was willing to face the terrible "magic". Soon the gates were opened, and Lord Suifeng became Chris's prisoner.

Almost non-stop, Chris left Waglon to clean up the mess in North County to stabilize the people's hearts, and he took the 1st Regiment to Hanhai.

This name is the territory of Hanhai, and it originally did not have any border with the city of Seris. It was actually a cordon set up by the Aarantian Empire in the north to monitor and guard the nomadic steppe empires of the north.

Therefore, Hanhai is actually a military fortress, with the best combat readiness among the northern territories, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers is also the highest - of course, Chris is also the most difficult to fight.

After hearing that the earth fort and the northern county had collapsed in one day, the other party did not make any luck decision, but concentrated all his forces and retreated to his castle.

"This Wilkes Lord in front of you...... It's one of the best lords I've ever seen...... In the face of artillery, he was able to hold on, what a tenacious commander. Looking at the Hanhai soldiers on the city tower in the distance who were taking advantage of Chris's artillery fire to repair the city wall, Chris opened his mouth and exclaimed.

Along the way, most of his opponents either died under his fire, or they surrendered mediocrely without the slightest strength to fight back. What impressed him was none other than Lawrence in Ferry City, and the Wilkes Lord in front of him.

Watching the other party methodically defend his castle under the attack of artillery, Chris even moved to love talent. There are too few generals under him who can be used, so when he encounters one that can be used, his first reaction is to solicit.

"Send a vigilant soldier over and shout to the city to surrender!" Chris pointed to the castle in the distance with his horsewhip and instructed Walter, the commander of the 1st Regiment under his command.

The commander of the Walter regiment in front of him was actually just a little-known small character, and he had always been a squad leader in the infantry of Seris Castle, and his biggest task was just to watch the city gate and other chores.

However, this Walter stood out in Chris's temporary officer training night school because he had read books and had a very strong ability to learn. As a declining traditional middle class, Walter was well educated as a child, which is what he now runs Chris's main 1st regiment.

He is also a model that Chris has set up, an unconventional conductor. As a sample, Walter also applied the knowledge he learned to the battle, becoming the world's first generation of technical commanders.

Of course, he and Vargron Adjutant Koria were entrusted with important tasks, which also reflected how lacking talents the Duchy of Ranhill is now in the military command system.

"Yes! Your Majesty! Hearing the order, Walter did not hesitate at all and immediately gave various combat orders, and everything seemed to be in order: "Artillery stop firing!" Send someone to persuade you to surrender! ”

After the chaos of the Battle of the Tubao, the more learned Commander Walter was no longer as panicked as he was when he first commanded the battle. In the same way that snipers are fed with bullets, famous generals are just monsters fed by battle.

The third round of shelling, which was already ready, was ordered to stop, and a loud grenadier groped his way to the edge of the bow range on the castle, and began to loudly persuade the soldiers inside to lay down their arms and surrender: "Lay down your arms and surrender!" It's not worth dying like this! ”

The answer to him was a round of bows and arrows shot from the Hanhai Castle, which was not dense, but very resolute. As if he had finally found the reason to open fire, the opposing archers fired two rounds of feathered arrows in one go.

It is a pity that no bow and arrow flew to the grenadier's hiding place, not even an arrow that could fly in front of him. In the face of the roar of the cannons, such a return fire was not even a respite.

The grenadier stood up with disdain, slapped his uniform twice in disdain, and turned back into his sequence. After two victories, he already has the pride of being an Elanhill grenadier, and naturally has a contempt for those opponents who are on the verge of collapse.

Just as Chris failed to persuade the defenders of Hanhai Castle to surrender, on the edge of the distant battlefield, on a hillside, a pair of eyes were watching the attacking troops of Alan Hill.

A middle-aged man with a neat beard was dressed in leather armor and carrying a long sword, riding heroically on a group of black war horses. He was alone, with a small bag hanging from the back of his saddle.

He removed the water bladder from his waist, unplugged it and took a sip of water, then wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. Hooking the water bladder back to his waist, he gently pinched the horse's belly, and rode forward towards the army of Iran Hill.

At the same time, inside the walls of Hanhai City, Lord Wilkes pressed his sword and worriedly looked through a battlement, looking at the terrifying weapons on the horizon that spewed white smoke.

He has always been defensive against the nomadic peoples of the north. The soldiers of Hanhai were also very good at defense, because the most they did was to hold their city when the nomadic cavalry moved south.

As long as they hold out for a few dozen days, the earthen cavalry on the flank, under the cover of the soldiers of the North County, will launch a counterattack against the nomads - this tactic has been used for hundreds of years, and there has been no major mistake.

But who would have thought that in just a few days, a rising principality, Alan Hill, would be able to break through the earthen fort and the northern county one after another?

"Alas......" Wilkes let out an indiscernible sigh as he stroked the hard buttress. This time he had no reinforcements, so how could the soldiers of Iran Hill outside the city retreat? After thinking about it for a morning, he still didn't come up with an answer to this question.

"Your Excellency!" His adjutant came over with his sword, the armor on his body made a nice rattling sound, and the adjutant's face was still covered with some dust, which made him look a little embarrassed: "The other party sent someone to persuade him to surrender, and he was scared away by us." ”

"We don't have reinforcements this time, Bourgeos." Wilkes shook his head and sighed to his adjutant, "The enemy outside the city will not retreat...... We...... It won't last long. ”

Each lord has some of his own cronies and subordinates, and one of the officers under Lord Wilkes who can fight the most is his deputy Bourgeos. This deputy general of the Hanhai Territory is also famous, and he is also a powerful person who can fight tough battles.

It's just that no matter how powerful he is, in the face of a cannon he has never seen before, he has no choice but to stick to the city wall, hoping to wait for a miracle to appear.

"My lord, it is not surprising that the enemy army has this kind of weapon, and the Tubao and the North County have been defeated one after another......" Bourjos pressed his sword and bowed his head to Wilkes, "but we can still hold on......"

But...... What's the use of persistence? Even if the other party didn't have weapons like cannons, after losing his allies Tubao and Beijun, it would be impossible for the isolated Hanhai to let Iran Hill retreat. Once such a stalemate continues, it will undoubtedly be a catastrophe for the small Hanhai.

Their only hope of victory was to be able to hold out until winter with their fortified castles. When the temperature drops, the troops stationed in the field will naturally suffer losses, and they will retreat without a fight.

What makes people desperate...... The other side has artillery to tear down the city wall, let alone hold out until winter, if the other side has enough ammunition to attack with all its might, Hanhai Castle may not even be able to hold out this afternoon.

"Wait...... Perhaps, a miracle will happen. Wilkes frowned, and then looked at the Iran Hill military formation that had been silent for a while in the distance, and only after a while did he squeeze out such a sentence.

On the other side, Chris, who was preparing for a new attack, got an interesting report: there was a person who wanted to see him.

This is really a new thing, because this is on the battlefield, his army formation has just been shelling the enemy's castle, the cannon sound that resounded in the sky, ordinary people have long fled to the mountains and forests after hearing it, where did anyone take the initiative to come up?

"The other party has a sword...... Wearing leather armor...... With a neat beard, he looks very energetic. The soldier who came to report described the image of the other party as much as possible, which made Chris more interested.

"Let him come!" Chris sat on his horse, his fingers tapping on the hilt of his sword, and waited with great interest for the other party to arrive. He was followed by a dozen loyal Seris cavalrymen, and there were hundreds of rifles in front of him, so he was not afraid of any tricks the other side would do.

So, he calmly watched the other party lead the horse and approach him step by step. This middle-aged man is not tall, but he gives people a very temperamental feeling. He led the horse, pressed the sword, and stood in front of Chris, and said lightly: "My name is Modryer, and I have come to seek refuge with the Grand Duke of Elanhill. ”