Although the logistics officer of the Frontier Legion, Jester Hammer, was resentful in his heart, and when the outer city wall was blasted open by the orc legions, and the guards and militia were demoralized, His Excellency the Baron still had a team of heavily armored knight reserves in his hands, which would be the key to turning the tide of the battle, and he couldn't wait to start urging. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Regni Cumbert's chin was raised high, a handful of his deliberately trimmed goatee trembled triumphantly, and he waited until the logistics officer's tone became anxious and his almost distorted vanity was satisfied, before he raised his hand and motioned for the squire to give the order for the unicorn knights to attack.

On the balcony of the main building, the brass trombone with the tuxetail flag of the Cumbert family coat of arms at the front was blown by the castle guards with an astonishing lung capacity, and the rhythmic marching horn spread far and wide.

The secondary fort built against the mountain, the drawbridge fell suddenly, the main gate suddenly opened outward, and the squadron of heavy knights with four horses in parallel picked up the five-meter-long dragon lance, slowly rushed down the slightly curved staircase, and rushed to the outer wall that had not yet collapsed against the mountain.

His Excellency made a gesture with his right hand, and the loyal guard pulled the button, and a twenty-meter-long section of the city wall seemed to have been pulled away from the supporting load-bearing columns, and many bricks and stones fell in turn, revealing a smooth ramp that could be charged.

The torrent of steel rushed towards the flank of the Orc Expeditionary Legion without stopping, and the seven-foot-tall Alden horse sped up several times, the spiral spear of the frontal bone and visor, and the spur of the chest, shining with a cold metallic sheen in the burning firelight.

At a long distance, one hundred and fifty knights spontaneously adjusted into two rows in the charge, and the arrow-shaped formation, like a sharp dagger, stabbed at the vital part of the waist and ribs of the orc expeditionary legion.

Chief Kruren Stoneheart was on guard, and when hundreds of horses' hooves kept pounding on the ground not far away, and there was a tremor that made the orc laborers who had just seen the blood transform tremble, he raised the totem scepter and ordered the warriors on the flanks to erect the steel jungle.

Pig iron spears and war spears were placed on the ground at the ends, diagonally on three layers of thick shields, and the orc warriors hid behind the shields, standing in lunges on their left and right feet, and then carrying the shields on their shoulders.

Aldrich Tris shook his head slightly, this passive defensive position is indeed invulnerable, but under the iron hoof charge of heavily armed and heavy cavalry weighing tonnage, the chance of being swept away by the torrent of steel is greater, even if the cost of life is used to delay the opponent's momentum, at most it can only achieve both defeats.

"It's easy for the orc legion to replenish troops, but it's a little lacking in restoring cluster combat power, and veterans who have experienced war are precious and can't be wasted. ”

Ian McCallane's words reminded the Knights of Virtue that the mortar squad had been completely muted due to the depletion of ammunition, and that it was now the turn of the musket regiment to take action.

"Raise your gun!"

With Aldrich Triss's wordless acquiescence, Ian McCallane once again took the lead, two hundred arcane muskets with an astonishing range, the muzzle of the guns turned to aim at the approaching hoplites, and pulled the trigger in unison.

"Poof...... Burst...... Poof"

Two hundred flame missiles were inspired, aimed at the array of knights who launched a decisive charge, acting as the elite of the sharpest arrows, spiraling tail flame tracks, passing through the steel jungle on the flank of the orc legion, and directly attacking the heavily armed knights who gradually became clear and raised the dragon lance.

Unexpectedly, the flame missile that deliberately strengthened the range, the moment it hit the opponent, the surface of the centaur conjoined armor was stressed and appeared like a vine-like silver white pattern, weakening the power of the Ring of Plastic Energy on the spot.

"Elven Spell Protective Armor!" Aldrich Triss had been silent for a long time, but at this point he could not help but speak, and immediately gave the order.

"Change the gun!"

The musketeers were still able to show their composure when they trained, and when the torrent of steel not far away drew nearer, their hands and feet seemed to become sluggish as if they were rusty, but there were still forty or fifty flintlock muskets in their normal hands, and they had no time to aim, and they were fired in a hurry.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang"

The muzzle of the gun spits out a large cloud of white smoke, and the smell of gunpowder burning quickly fills the surroundings, and most of the pig iron projectiles miss, but there are also a few lucky hits of the heavily armed knights whose speed is at the limit.

The eleven elite knights who acted as arrows, the windward side was like a heavy hammer, and the double-type armor that had been tempered for thousands of years was shattered on the spot, and the chain ring armor and cotton pads lined with it could not play a buffering role at all, and the ribs were broken on the spot, and the broken stubble pierced into the heart, lungs and other internal organs, and it seemed that they could not survive.

Even though the knights were seriously injured and dying, the peculiarity of the conjoined armor still tied them firmly to the back of the warhorse, and the sixteen-foot-long dragon lance could no longer maintain a flat lift, and slowly fell downward.

Replaced with flintlock pistols to shoot freely, this single round killed fifty hoplite knights equipped with spell protection armor, weakened a third of the steel torrent, and could no longer maintain the fierce flame aura just now, and the sparse two-row charging array was full of loopholes.

But they couldn't stop anymore, knowing that there was a jungle of steel in front of them, they still bumped into it with their flesh and blood without hesitation, trying to open the passage of victory for the robe, offering their loyalty to the Lord and witnessing their glory.

"Keng...... Gurgle...... Bang bang...... Click......"

Nearly a hundred heavily armed knights rushed into the steel jungle on the right flank of the orc legion, even if the knights covered in armor and horses were pierced by spears and heavy spears, the huge kinetic energy calculated in tonnage, like a sickle for cutting wheat and a ploughshare, swept and uprooted all obstacles in front of them.

Broken bones, broken dragon spears, bodies full of holes like rags, neighing dying horses, knights wailing in pain, orcs turned into meat sauce under the trampling of heavy iron hooves, flesh and blood of each other as if they didn't want money, sprinkled on the flank positions three hundred meters long.

Baron Cumbert worked hard to "float" the war supplies, purchased equipment from the elves, and the carefully cultivated heavy knights were all wiped out, but their sacrifice was not worthless, at least five hundred orc warriors were killed on the spot, and most of the rest were injured of varying degrees of severity.

Chief Kruren Stoneheart was speechless in pain as he saw that the flank on his right had been crippled to this point, thanks to Aldrich Triss's musketeers who had knocked out a third of the way and had made the Order's front line thin, otherwise the casualties would have been even greater.

"Here's your chance to make a fortune!"

Ian McCallane gently poked his friend's arm with his elbow, and Aldrich Triss followed his gaze and was intrigued by the Dead Knight's one-piece equipment and elven spell defense armor.

"Good things are indispensable for us. Now is not the time to clean up the battlefield and reap the spoils of war, the battle to storm this fortress castle and destroy the transit ground of war supplies is not over. ”

"I'm also casually talking about how I can ignore the overall situation at a critical time. Ian McCallane chuckled dryly, then ordered the Musketeers to regroup.

The commander was quite dissatisfied with their hurried performance just now, but unfortunately the timing was not right, and Ian McCallane couldn't say anything nasty.

Aldrich Triss's attention turned to the bombarded castle walls, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of all the heavily armed knights in distress, slumped in front of the pair of musketeers and spearmen.

"An era is coming to an end, and the traditional hoplites will retire from the stage of history. As for the castle of the lord noble, in the continuous roar of the war king's cannon, he will also wave goodbye gloomily. ”

Looking at everything that happened in front of him, he was bound to repeat it in various places in the future, remembering that he was also a knight, with a strong castle as the core, maintaining the ruling order of the territory, and finally there was only a sigh.

The course of history does not depend on the will of individuals, and it is precisely by grasping the pulse of the times that Aldrich Tris can get to his current position, and it is impossible to turn back.

The heavily armed knights will withdraw from the battlefield so that the army with the changed military system will act as mid- and high-ranking officers, and even commanders, and they will have a place. Knights with territories will be transformed into a new officer class, the backbone and backbone of a new army, which will definitely support a strong army.

The old, beautifully defended castles will be replaced by geometrically calculated fortifications, and the tide of war will change dramatically as stone-walled artillery sets foot on the battlefield. In the near future, castles will simply become a place for the nobility to rest and party, and they will no longer be expected to play a mainstay role.

Having lost his greatest trump card, Baron Regny Cambert had cold hands and stared at the musketeers who suddenly appeared in disbelief, his old disdain for new weapons was gone, replaced by anger and incomprehension.

The logistician Jester Hammer was much more mentally enduring, and seeing that the flanks of the orc legions were almost crippled, he continued to attack without giving up, and immediately realized that he was afraid that he would not be spared, so he asked for a short sword and a round shield from the guard of the inner wall.

The mortar squad continued to advance, the burning flames evaporating the smoke of the stinky cloud technique, and the pungent smoke more or less offset the disgusting smell.

The burning façade continued to collapse, and as the masonry fell, bursts of hot air rose from it. The vestibule, ravaged by the Dead Cloud Technique and the Stinky Cloud Technique, was empty and unpopular, and was littered with blood-stained rubble.

The militia and guards retreated to the inner wall, hiding behind the battlements, bending their bows and arrows to try to occupy the favorable terrain to counterattack, but Ian McCallane was not prepared to give them a chance.

The armored float ship lowered a large box of ammunition on a pulley, which had been lifted and moved to the mortar position by the four orc warriors with big shoulders and round waists.

The barrel of the cannon that had been cooling for a long time once again let out a death cry, angry flames, a thunderous roar, and the inner wall, which had been specially thickened and raised, gradually collapsed without accident.

The new steel-armed ballistas crumbled down with the walls, and the unavoidable mins and guards were torn apart by the metal storm in the explosion, and the scorching waves of air swept up the severed limbs and stumps, and filthy flesh and blood spilled all over the castle.

Logistics officer Jester Hammer had his sword's right arm cut off by a cannonball, and despite the fact that defeat was assured, he dutifully escaped through the castle's secret passages under the cover of Regni Cumbert and the Baron's close henchmen.

"Don't worry, Captain Hammer, when you get to the capital of the Duchy, I'll buy the best Blood Clan plastic surgeon to restore your lost arm. ”

Panting and making inconsistency promises, Legni Cumbert also wanted to woo the logistics officer of the Frontier Corps to cover the hole in the "floating" war materiel for him.

Jester Hammer covered his hastily bandaged wound and remained silent without speaking, losing his arm would become a wounded soldier and withdraw from the battle sequence of the Frontier Legion. He didn't want to be forced to retire and be a steward in the lord's manor for the rest of his life.

Behind the bite of the orc slaves, there are also the great powers in the north that have completed industrialization, and perhaps even the position of the steward of the manor has come to naught.

Having seen the power of artillery, Jester Hammer sadly realized that his hometown might soon face the end of Cambert Castle.

Anyway, there are regular legions on the frontal battlefield, and the wise and powerful Grand Duke will not sit idly by, and the blood clan that rules the night will not let it go, and we also have allies such as elven mages, dwarven craftsmen, and lich masters.

The logistics officer, who knew some of the inside information, although his heart was a little shaken, his confidence was still very sufficient, and he was not completely crushed by the scene of the artillery bombardment of the castle.

With the complete collapse of the second line of defense of the inner wall, for the sake of the family behind them, the militia who retreated to the main building bravely entered a fierce white-knuckle battle with the orc warriors.

The guards, who were supposed to command and coordinate the battle, were overwhelmed by the orders they were waiting for, and they had no will to fight, perhaps realizing that Baron Regni Cumbert had already left the castle and abandoned them all.

It was only when the orc warriors' steel weapons were brought to their senses that the guards rose to their knees in a sense of danger on the verge of life and death, and when Ian McCallane shouted in a lingua franca order to abandon their weapons and surrender to avoid death, many of them laid down their arms, raised their hands, and fell to their knees.

The militiamen who fought for their families were braver than them, and at this time they could only spit on their indignation, but unfortunately the general trend had passed, and the resistance did not have much effect, and every marble floor tile in the main building was soaked in blood.

Aldrich Triss personally led a hundred musketeers who had descended from the armoured floating ship to rush to the sub-fort, which was piled high with war supplies. The people inside already knew the situation of the battle, and with just two random shots, someone cut down the stubborn resistance, lowered the drawbridge, raised the door, and surrendered to the Virtuous Knight, who was also human.

Seeing the warehouses piled up, with the slightest damage to the grain and the large quantities of brand-new ordnance, Aldrich Triss allowed them to surrender with dignity, not only to keep their personal belongings, but also to promise them no personal harm.

In order to prevent retaliation from the red-eyed orc warriors, the Virtuous Knight ordered the musketeers to supervise the surrenderers and make a fence around the flat ground in front of the secondary fort and lock themselves inside.

The twilight slid down on the far mountains in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun, though as brilliant as fire, would eventually be swallowed up by the night. As darkness covered the land, the flames of war burning around Cumbert were gradually extinguished, and the smell of gunpowder smoke permeated the surroundings, and the sound of mending knives and the collapse of buildings could be heard from time to time.

The orc warriors were purging the remnants of the resistance, and the hard laborers who had been enslaved by the whip and shackles were now returning their belated revenge to the former overseers, even though the slavers had fled.

The wood between the ruins, though beautifully carved, had been chopped up by orc warriors, and a bonfire was lit by sporadic flames, and a few marching pots were erected, and a pot of hot water was boiled for the captured jerky and wheat.

It didn't take long for the sweetness of the wheat porridge and the fresh aroma of the stewed broth to gradually emanate, and the warriors who had fought for a day finally felt tired and hungry.

They laid down their absinthe skins and gathered in twos and threes in front of the campfire, enjoying the honor of the victors in the ruins of the human castle.