Carter Lannis saw such a battle for the first time.
The huge lineup of more than 300 knights was completely broken without even touching the edge of the defense line.
Until the end, they were not able to enter the 50-meter range, which was the firing line of the musket team drawn by His Royal Highness. Only when the 50-meter line was crossed, everyone was allowed to fire.
The four artillery pieces contained the opponent abruptly near the 100-meter line. Within the range of 150 to 100 meters, there were about 20 corpses lying sideways, and these people, like themselves, were all skilled knights. Otherwise, they would not have been able to control the horses despite the roar of artillery fire. Go at high speed.
Carter was glad he wasn't one of them. He had a vague premonition that future wars would be very different, and that Roland Wimbledon, who had such a powerful force, would sooner or later ascend to the throne.
After seeing the tragic battlefield, a few people of the First Army experienced adverse reactions such as dizziness and vomiting. However, because they were not close combat, the sense of shock brought by artillery killing the enemy was less than killing the enemy with a knife, and the symptoms were not serious. . Carter picked out a group of hunters from the team who were used to seeing stumps and blood, collected the bodies of the dead, and searched for those who were still alive.
The sun gradually set in the mountains, and Carter looked at the blood-red sky and the crows chirping in the distant woods. He suddenly felt a little bleak.
The era of knights is over.
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Duke Ryan has not been able to recover until now.
He didn't understand how he was defeated. It was clear that the line of defense was as thin as a cicada's wings, and could be penetrated with a single poke, but the knights fled as if they had seen the devil. He couldn't even blame others, because the one who rushed in front was the elite knight under his command.
The personal guards chopped down several people in a row, so that the mercenaries who swarmed to avoid the Duke's position, but that's all, no matter how much he roared, he couldn't restrain the defeated subordinates. In desperation, Duke Osmond Lane had to retreat with the flow of people, and the retreat was nearly ten miles.
When night fell, the duke chose a place near the river bank to set up camp, and the scattered knights and mercenaries approached along the torches, but most of them were still missing. To make matters worse, the Freedmen did not hesitate to drop their carts and provisions as they retreated, so tonight they had to slaughter a few horses for rations.
In the largest tent in the camp, the five noble families gathered together and looked at Duke Ryan with a pale face, and the latter's face was not much better.
"Who can tell me, what new weapons did they use? The distance is farther than a bow and crossbow, and they can't see the thrown stones like a trebuchet." He glanced at Ren Meade, "You were Also rushed to the front, did you see anything?"
"My lord, I... don't know," Ren held his head, "I only heard the roaring sound, and they fell in groups, especially the last sound, the knight in the first place seemed to suddenly As I bumped into an invisible wall, I saw him shake, his head and arms torn apart, like..." He thought for a while, "eggs thrown from the top of the castle."
"Could it be a witch?" whispered Earl Elk.
"Impossible," said the Duke with a frown. "My knights all wear the Stone of God's Retaliation, so it's impossible for witches to hurt them. It's not like you haven't played with witches. What's the difference between them and ordinary women in front of the Stone?"
"By the way, my lord," Ren suddenly seemed to remember something, "before I heard the loud noise, I saw a few cart-like things in the queue, with huge iron pipes on them. There's red light and smoke coming out."
"Iron pipe? Red light and smoke? Isn't that a gift bucket?" Count Elk asked in confusion.
Of course, the duke knows what a gift bucket is. In the past, only the nobles of the royal capital used it at major ceremonies. Now, lords everywhere will basically prepare one or two. There is a pair of bronze gift buckets in his castle, which can explode after putting in snow powder. But that sound was far from the breathtaking thunder today.
"The gift bucket will not tear the knight to pieces," said Earl Honeysuckle. "No matter what weapon the prince uses, we are already defeated. What should we do next?"
Duke Ryan glanced at him displeasedly, the word failure sounded particularly harsh to him, "We haven't failed yet," he emphasized, "The disadvantage of a battle cannot change the final result. As long as I return to the fortress, I can Recruit another team and cut off the trade on the Chishui River at the same time. Without food supplements, Border Town cannot last for a month. As long as he dares to bring out those villagers, my knights can defeat him from the side and behind."
Victory will eventually be his own, he thought, but the loss he suffered is simply not something a small town can make up for... It's almost impossible to win the North again. Damn it! If Roland Wimbledon can be caught, he must be smashed to pieces.
"But my lord, the fleet on the Chishui River is not only from Changge Fortress, but also ships from Liuye Town, Falling Dragon Ridge, and Chishui City. If they are all cut off, will they..." Earl Honeysuckle hesitated.
"I bought them all, and they sold them the same way as long as they paid." The duke said coldly. "Everyone, go back to the tent and go to sleep. We will start tomorrow morning. The knights with horses will go with us, those without horses. , just stay and lead the mercenaries."
It was impossible to march at night, even if the fourth prince planned to pursue, starting from dawn, the first thing he encountered was the mercenaries who stayed behind. He thought that even if this group of rubbish collapsed at a touch, it would buy him a lot of time.
The next day the duke did not receive the news that the prince was catching up. In order to confirm the news, he sent his cronies to expand the scope of the investigation, and the return was the same. This made him a little relieved, probably because the new weapon was as difficult to move as a trebuchet and could only be used in defensive battles. Relying on a group of miners with wooden sticks alone, the prince did not dare to act rashly.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the duke ordered the knights to stop and wait for those who were walking behind to catch up. As dusk approached, the mercenaries and the freemen gradually caught up with the cavalry. Everyone was busy again, and they circled a piece of land to set up tents hastily.
As long as today's night is over, he will be able to reach the 30-foot-high bluestone city wall of Changsong Fortress tomorrow, which is like a moat to an army of several hundred people. Even if the opponent has a new type of weapon with a very long range, he can use it The trebuchet counterattacked. He will definitely settle this account with the prince.
However, what made Duke Ryan feel a little uncomfortable was that he always felt that he was being stared at along the way today.
It was probably an illusion, he thought, and he was too nervous.
The next morning, the duke was awakened by the sound of cannons.
When he rushed out of the tent, he found that everyone was hugging their heads and squirting. From time to time, mud and blood splashed up. Looking west, the "militia" wearing standard leather armor lined up in a straight line and stood quietly outside the camp. Amidst the deafening roar, there was only one thought left in the Duke's head. How did they catch up
Why didn't the knight in charge of reconnaissance find the pursuers yesterday!
"Lord Duke, go!" the guard called out, bringing a horse.
Only then did Osmond Ryan wake up from his daze. He got on his horse and ran wildly eastward with his guards. However, not long after they left the camp, they saw another identical army.
The leather armor of the same standard, holding a strange short stick in his hand, is arranged in a neat row, and even the expressions seem to be the same.
Immediately afterwards, the Duke heard a very rhythmic music sounding from the opposite side, and the troops of His Royal Highness the Prince walked towards him in neat steps. (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)