On the bluestone city wall, there is no longer the slightest resistance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As the cannonballs fell, flames and smoke filled the room, and violent coughing and shouting, noisy wails and moans were all intertwined, like music before the end of the world.

All the militia were fleeing frantically, but the iron balls that fell from time to time completely ignored their thoughts, and because of the flight, a large number of people were crowded together, and in the face of the sudden falling cannonballs, even if everyone wanted to dodge, it was difficult to do anything.

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Otto looked blankly at the group of fleeing militiamen in front of him, and a bitter smile mixed with pain appeared on his face, although he expected his own rout when the devil's power first showed its hideousness, but he never imagined that everything would end so quickly.

There was not even a little resistance, and the only belief in the hearts of all the militiamen was only one word, escape!

However, just as everyone was huddled together, a black cannonball appeared again in the bright sky, and then coincidentally, it exploded in the center of the fleeing militia.

The stump was mixed with tumbling flesh, and under the action of the rising wave, it rippled like a tide.

The scattered stone chips swept around in a swarm, and under the raging air waves, the stone chips that were originally not lethal were now turned into scythes in the hands of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting life in this tumbling crowd.

Even if these militiamen had changed into old but still defensive armor before going into battle, it would be of no use.

The high-speed flying stone chips, like sharp blades, pierced through the armor outside, and then mercilessly plunged into the chest of the militiaman.

And after that shell fell, even greater riots and trampling inevitably spread.

And with that roar, the entire city wall has also become a hell on earth, and countless ghosts are constantly wailing in it, but no matter how terrible the scream, it cannot change their tragic fate.

Although it was just the catharsis of the fire of four 9-pounder guns, it could not play a decisive fate on the real battlefield, but it was enough to break down the city gates and strike at the militia on the city walls who were not able to measure themselves.

The four 9-pounder guns were temporarily carried by Chopin from the brigs, but it was quite difficult to transport them from the coast.

This is not a little distance, even if there are dozens of majestic French war horses taking turns as the power to drag these people, but the various terrain along the way makes the transportation of these artillery pieces extremely difficult.

"Looks like we're going to have to get more cavalry guns in the future."

Glancing at the big guys behind him, Chopin couldn't help but think in his heart.

With the continuous improvement of his power, there will be only a lot of wars like this in the future.

Although the power of the lead bullets from the flintlock pistols was quite amazing, it was a bit of a sigh for these thick walls.

At this time, you need a big guy like artillery.

However, the transportation of these heavy artillery guns is difficult, in comparison, those light 3-pounder cavalry guns are undoubtedly in this era of caliber is justice, although the power of the 3-pounder cavalry guns is undoubtedly much weaker than the 9-pounder guns, but it is more than enough to deal with these natives of the other world, and the mobility of the former is undoubtedly much stronger than the latter.

"Let's go, the gates are broken."

Chopin glanced at the city gate, which had burst open under the sound of artillery fire, and a smile appeared on his face.

"All forward!"

With his voice, dozens of guards cavalry had already taken the lead in rushing into the city wall.

Although he had achieved absolute superiority, Chopin would not relax in the slightest, and after making sure that there was no ambush around, the spearmen and line infantry behind him entered the city.

The city that was supposed to be bustling fell into a deathly silence after that huge roar.

The surrounding houses were locked with their doors and windows locked at this time, and then hid in the corners, praying that the demons would not rush in and kill on a large scale.

The militiamen who had fled and wounded before did not know where they had fled at this time, leaving only blood stains dripping on the ground.

Naturally, Chopin did not send soldiers to pursue these powerless fellows, but led his soldiers to take the castle in the center of the city.

Where, it is the residence of Viscount Riel and the last defense of this drifting island, as long as that castle is captured, then this war will be over.

Through Sherlet, Chopin also learned a lot about the Endless Sea, and it seems that all the lords of Drift Island have a soft spot for building fortresses that integrate defense and habitation.

Arrow towers are scattered around the castle, and the ballistas hidden in the fortress are scattered high and low, arming the fortress made of stone to the teeth.

This is a subversive building in the feudal era, and if you want to forcibly occupy such a castle, it will take at least several times or more soldiers to succeed, and a lot of blood must be shed.

This is a masterpiece of the Cold Weapon Age, and with ballistas, hard bows, bed crossbows, and archers, both light and dark, any enemy who wants to force their way will have to be subjected to several rounds of merciless fire before the two sides have even gone head-to-head.

In his previous life, Chopin naturally did not have the opportunity to appreciate such a wild and wild building, but in this life, when he really saw the legendary architecture of the Cold Weapon Era, he couldn't help but feel a trace of awe.

However, when he thought of the power he had at this time and the hideous artillery behind him, a trace of awe that had just risen was gone in the blink of an eye.

The so-called subversive architecture, after all, is just relative to the era of cold weapons.

In Chopin's world, there were also countless castles on the European continent, but with the invention of gunpowder and the development of the age of firearms, the advantages of these castles became less and less, and eventually they could only be regarded as buildings for observation and appreciation, and lost the significance of their original design.

And now, Chopin, who has the support of modern science and technology, also has no reason or reason to be afraid of the fortress in front of him, which can only be dominated in the era of cold weapons.

Under the absolute superiority of modern artillery and flintlock guns, everything in front of you will eventually be shattered!