On the stone wall, a burly man, with a short axe at his waist, was staring at the golden lion flag below the hillside, and the corners of his mouth gradually outlined a cruel smile.

The man on the stone wall is the famous general of the rebel army, Gesaren, who has the title of "Count Jackal". He is ruthless, cruel and tyrannical, but he has an extraordinary talent in leading the army, and has become a well-known eagle dog under Prince William.

It was his idea to build a stone wall with conscripted serfs and captives to intercept reinforcements.

At this moment, one of the guards stepped forward and fell to his knees.

"My lord, the enemy army is preparing to attack the city."

Gesaren's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he took the monocular from the guards on the side, and looked at the enemy line below the hillside.

Sure enough, there was a change in the rear of the enemy's formation, and not only that, but I saw an army of about 5,000 men lined up at the bottom of the hillside.

Seeing this, he almost didn't laugh out loud.

What is this trying to do? Surround the entire hillside with five thousand men?

I saw that this army was not only wearing cloth clothes, but also carried no sharp weapons on its body, and carried an iron pipe in its hand, and only a short sword not much longer than a dagger hung from his waist.

You know, on the battlefield, this kind of thing doesn't work at all. Even crossbowmen who have little chance of close combat will choose a macer as a weapon for melee defense. Fighting on the battlefield is not a street fight, and the weapons are so short that you can't even touch other people's armor, let alone kill people.

"Let the archers prepare, kill me as soon as they come into range, and I will spread their blood all over the valley beneath our feet. If the little girl of the Gondal family thinks that this cannon fodder is enough to consume our ammunition, I will tell her that it is better for a woman to be honest and lie in bed. ”

Gesaren laughed cruelly.

The soldier beside him shuddered, and hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Yes, General." ”

At the bottom of the hill, Liszt looked at the stone wall in the distance, raised his right hand, and motioned for the soldiers behind him to stop.

"The 1st and 2nd Artillery Corps, push the cart forward."

"Musketeer troops, line formation, ready to shoot."

As orders were given, the soldiers at the foot of the hill were like puppets of witchcraft in a bottle. Under the coordination of the flag and the drum, all the movements of the people were as if carved out of a mold, and they stopped their progress in unison, holding the butt of the gun in their right hand and the barrel of the gun on their shoulders with their left hand.

At the same time, the artillery in the rear quickly unhooked the hook and lock of the horse's ass, and the twenty-four smoothbore guns were aimed at the stone wall on the hillside, and the black barrels exuded a cold light.

The whole army is like a machine.

And everyone is just a cog in the machine.

Ge Salen, who was standing on the stone wall of the city, frowned slightly, although the equipment of these people was so rudimentary, but such strong discipline made him faintly feel that something was wrong.

"Bluffing?"

As soon as these words came out, his eyes were drawn to the twenty-four smoothbore cannons.

Although he had never seen anything like this, his intuition on the battlefield still made him feel a hint of danger.

However, Gesarun didn't care, he was now condescending, and there was a stone wall to obstruct it, even the most powerful alchemist designed a ballista could not cross a distance of five hundred steps and destroy the stone wall. As long as those at the foot of the hill took another fifty paces, the ballistas on their side could be unleashed, and they would shoot condescendingly.

At this time, Liszt had already done all the commands, looked at the stone wall five hundred steps away, waved his right hand, and said: "The artillery regiment is ready, adjust the bearing, target the stone wall in the middle, and start loading!" ”

Just as the artillery regiment was completing its deployment, a well-equipped cavalry, led by a knight, slowly pressed up from the rear position and stopped a hundred meters behind the artilleryman.

Unlike the private soldiers of the feudal lords, the military service system of the Free City determined that the citizens had a high degree of autonomy in the matter of joining the army.

In addition to the civilians who became conscripts because of poverty, there were also middle-class citizens and small merchant families who wished to establish meritorious service, and the second and third men of small merchant families would bring their own horses and armor sponsored by their fathers to join the army, seeking to rise through the ranks and change their fate of not having the right to inherit.

The cavalry corps composed of these people is the town cavalry.

Most of these cavalrymen were wearing chain mail, which was a light armor no matter how bad it was, and many even wore thick knight's plate armor and carried light cavalry spears more than three meters long in their hands. Compared to the cavalry of the feudal lords, they may have neglected harsh training, but they were quite well equipped.

It is precisely because of this that they are a little more arrogant than the town militia with swords and spears behind them.

"Hmph, a bunch of cannon fodder."

"Be quiet, that's the wizard's men."

"I'm telling the truth, now on the battlefield, their rash actions will not only kill themselves, but also their comrades behind them." A town cavalryman in knight's plate armor cursed in a low voice.

"Our task is only to protect those iron pipes, we don't care about the others, if they are defeated, just knock them away, and we don't have to show mercy." The cavalryman who carried the flag and led the team rode his horse in front of the cavalry team, and shouted loudly in a loud voice, "Do you understand?" ”

Tightening the reins in their hands, the cavalry stared at the wall in front of them and shouted in unison.

"Ming—"

"Boom ——!"

Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, a loud thunder on the flat ground forcibly interrupted the momentum of the rainbow shout, only to see rows of white smoke suddenly sprayed, instantly covering up the twenty-four terrifying fires.

The frightened horse neighed and raised its front hooves, and the cavalryman who shouted in front of the battle was almost torn off his horse.

Stabilizing the horse under his seat with his superb riding skills, he looked around in panic, and was about to ask aloud what was going on, but when his eyes swept over the wall on the hillside, the two bronze bell-sized eyes were about to fall out of their sockets in shock.

I saw the stone wall on the hillside.

It collapsed......

………

"Reloaded!"

"Cannon !!"

"Boom ——!!!"

A loud bang spread through the air, white smoke gushed out from the front of the barrel, and Gesalen, who was standing on the stone wall, finally realized that something was wrong.

However, when the cannon rang out, it was too late.

Twenty-four smoothbore guns fired at the middle of the stone wall, and seven shells hit the stone wall at the same time with twenty-four thunderous sounds.

The defenders on the stone wall didn't even understand what was happening when there was an earthquake-like tremor beneath their feet. And the section of the wall that was hit, the archers standing on it, like pieces of paper, flung backwards along with the flying rubble.

The walls are improvised with granite blocks, and the binder is just a mixture of mud and lime mixed at will, and it is not a durable bunker in itself. This kind of improvised fortification to hold off the ballista may not be a big problem, but in the face of well-made artillery, it is almost like paper paste, and it collapses in an instant......

Frightened by the thunderous bombardment, a brutal and bloodthirsty Gesarun jumped from the city wall with his guards, his feet had just touched the ground, and the courage in his heart recovered a little, and he immediately drew the long sword at his waist and roared loudly.

"Barth, take your cavalry! Rush out! Kill all the people next to the iron pipe! Kill them all! ”

Fearing the thunderous cannon fire, Barthes, clad in knight's plate armor, instinctively tried to escape. But intimidated by Gesaren's murderous reputation, he finally gritted his teeth, waved the reins with his right hand, drew his spear and rushed ahead of the battle.

"The Barth cavalry regiment obeys the order and charges with me!"

"Kill !!"

In the dust of artillery fire, war horses neighed.

More than 300 hired riders armed with spears rushed out of the broken stone wall with spears in their hands.

The distance of five hundred paces was only a matter of a few breaths for a cavalryman galloping on horseback.

Looking at the infantry who were getting closer and closer, the twenty-four iron pipes did not continue to fire for a long time, and the leader in front of Barth gradually overcame the fear in his heart, and kept urging the war horse under his crotch to move forward as soon as possible.

However, 5,000 light infantry, in such a stupid line formation, only one charge can cut these people inside and out, and a few times back and forth, they can be killed and crushed.

Thinking so in his heart, the corners of Barthes's mouth gradually hooked up a cruel smile.

In his eyes, the 5,000 cannon fodder were no different from lambs to the slaughter.

Looking at the cavalry rushing down from the hillside, the corners of Liszt's cold mouth also evoked a smile.

Three columns of infantry, like an upside-down bowl, clasped the bottom of the hillside. Not surprisingly, the other party did not take them seriously at all, and directly skipped the flank and rushed, and killed straight in the direction of the central artillery.

In this way, it is simply putting yourself in a bowl.

Draw your sword and raise it flat.

When the cavalry was only a hundred and fifty paces away, Liszt shouted.

"Fire!"