Chapter 63: The First Loud Noise in the Green Field

"I know." The female lord said.

"And even if you and your men can defeat us, a second army will soon appear," said Harvin, "and this time you're fighting against the entire West.

"Those Wing-Folk have put a bounty on them, and whoever can kill you and the Prophet Merlin can become the new masters of the West," Hardwin paused, "and they have dragons. ”

"So did you follow the orders of the Winged people because you were afraid of the dragon?"

"Does it matter now?" "Whatever the reason, we're going to be on the opposite side of you." ”

"Not everyone."

"What?"

"I said that not everyone is against me, the Bathory family is still an ally of the Arias family, they keep their old oath, and the Emmanuel family, they have not given in......"

Miss Rabbit said, "We are all nobles of the Empire, our ancestors fought side by side with the angry lion Alessandro, we have multiplied on this land for hundreds, even thousands of years, this is our land, our homeland.

"Are you really going to give it up to the invaders?"

"You're right, but we don't have a choice." Harvin sighed, "You've fought a dragon, and you should know how terrible they are, let alone the WingClan. ”

"They are stronger than the Vespasian family back then, they broke through Cape Crab, Lionheart, and White River City, where once gathered 100,000 imperial troops, but they were still defeated by them, and there are not so many elites in the West.

"Master Clovis is right, we are no match for them, and if we don't choose to surrender, we will only usher in destruction."

"When my father was alive, he used to tell me that the men of the West are the bravest, and that the land here may not grow much crops, but the men here are never lacking in courage, and now it seems that my father is a little ...... That's an exaggeration. ”

A look of displeasure flashed across Halvin's face, "If you called me here today to scold me for being angry, then I can make you scold, after all, we owe you."

"You've saved the Westside more than once, but you should know that that doesn't change anything, and we'll still have to meet tomorrow."

"We can also stop fighting."

"What?" Harvin frowned.

The female lord didn't continue, but said, "You haven't answered my previous question, did you lead your troops to attack my territory for the position of the Lord of the West, or because you were afraid of the white dragon?" ”

Halvin hesitated, "I don't know what the others think, I do want to be the master of the West, but if it weren't for that dragon, I wouldn't be here." ”

Miss Rabbit raised her eyebrows, "Very well, then I propose that we take a truce for a while." ”

"Why?"

"In order to solve the root cause of the dispute between us."

"I'm afraid it's impossible...... Resolved. Harvin said.

"It seems that you really don't know anything about the power of Saturday."

Harvin wanted to say something more, but the female lord unceremoniously interrupted him this time.

"Sir Harwin, you may have misunderstood something."

"What's the matter?"

"I have not asked you to meet to discuss the postponement of the war, not because I am afraid of the army behind you."

"I know you're here to protect your people."

"No, I'm thinking about you," the female lord said lightly, "without my permission, you can't set foot on my territory at all. ”

Harvin snorted coldly, "You're probably a little too confident......"

But before he could finish speaking, he saw two of Miss Rabbit's other attendants push a strange cart with only two wheels over.

Speaking of which, Harvin had noticed the car early in the morning, because it looked so peculiar.

It's a bit like a cart that pulls goods, but it's much shorter than a cart, and there's a black iron pipe on it.

The iron pipe looked very heavy, and it was almost impossible to use it as a weapon because no one could wield it.

Harvin speculated that it might have been a sacrificial vessel or something, but then it seemed a little too plain in appearance.

There is no carving of any god pattern outside the iron pipe.

The two attendants pushed the two-wheeled cart in front of Harvin and the others, adjusted the position of the iron pipe, and aimed at the forest below the slope.

One of the winged men pulled out the flint and lit the small piece of rope on it, and then hurriedly stepped aside.

Seeing this, Miss Rabbit immediately reached out and blocked her ears.

Harvin was still wondering why the girl did such a move, and the next moment a loud noise came from his side.

The loud sound was like thunder, accompanied by a terrifying flash of fire and a large cloud of smoke.

The horse under Halvin's crotch was frightened on the spot, let out a neigh, and galloped uncontrollably towards the other side.

Halvin struggled to tighten the reins, which slowed the horse's pace, and his three retinues were not much better.

Another person had been led by his war horse and was about to run down the hill.

But if it was just loud, it wouldn't make Harvin's face so ugly.

He noticed that something had flown out of the iron pipe from before, and that it was already in shambles, and that three trees had been broken by it, and that many of them had only been rubbed and had lost a large chunk of bark and trunk.

With such a terrible impact, if it were smashed on a person or a horse, needless to say, it would definitely be impossible to die again.

And this thing will not stop after hitting someone, and will continue to move forward, causing a large number of casualties.

The female lord took her hand off her ear and asked the stunned Harvin in front of her.

"Well, this is the new holy weapon of the Shuangxiu Sect - Italian cannon, I still have a hundred such holy weapons."

Miss Rabbit lied, in fact, the gun factory had only been formed for less than two months, and four artillery pieces had been freed up.

And although the name is called the Italian cannon, it is actually just its inventor, or the bad taste of the repositor, far from the level of the M1897 75mm gun, this French rapid-fire gun did not appear until the end of the nineteenth century, and it is already a proper modern weapon.

And Ge Lipeng and the others are actually more inclined to ancient artillery, using black powder and firing solid large iron balls.

However, this gun also has its advantages, that is, it is very difficult to produce, and unlike guns, it does not have such high requirements for the quality of the barrel.

Therefore, as long as the steel production of Green Field comes up, and the craftsmen are familiar with the relevant processes, it will soon be able to be manufactured on a large scale.