The camp of the Red Stone Gate and Fang family is located on the side of the road outside the city. It was originally a post house that provided temporary residence for the caravan mercenaries, but now it has been specially vacated and handed over to the mission.
Since it is backed by Shenchi Bay, it is almost impossible to encounter any danger, so there is only a circle of low wooden fences around the post house, and there is no access control. In addition, the only force that may threaten the mission is the mission of the other side, so the two sides have no plans to guard each other's gates. Indicates the affiliation of the respective camps.
Of course, most people know that this dividing line is nothing but a symbol. As long as the lord of Shenchiwan has not made a decision, the two missions will not completely tear their faces, so the guards usually arranged are just for meaning, not to mention that it is still raining heavily outside.
Therefore, when the centenary of the First Army approached the distance of two hundred meters from the post, the two families were still unaware.
The knights did not realize that the situation had changed until the sound of persuading to surrender penetrated the rain curtain and resounded above the camp.
"This is the First Army of Greycastle, which has now officially taken over Shenchi Bay. According to the laws of Neverwinter City, your current actions constitute the crime of illegal embezzlement and armed interference. You are limited to disarm and surrender within a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, we will take coercive measures, and you will be responsible for all consequences!"
If I had to describe it in one word, it would be weird.
The head of the fangs mission opened the curtains and saw a man standing outside the fence, holding a strange cylinder and shouting loudly. There was indeed a hanging flag not far away, with a different-colored emblem looming on it, which was definitely not the common family crest of a wolf heart. It's just that he couldn't connect the sudden appearance of Bailai with Graycastle. To him, it was a country so far away that it generally only appeared in various rumors.
The other people were shrouded in cloaks, and the rain slapped on them mercilessly. In addition, the sparse team is clamoring for the forcible disarming of seven or eight hundred people, which further deepens this unrealistic feeling.
The head of the regiment went downstairs and found that the mercenaries on the first floor were crowded by the window, swearing at the other's matriarchal relatives in extremely vulgar language, and showing off various obscene gestures. If it wasn't raining outside, no one would want to get wet Wet ourselves, I'm afraid they've spit in the face of the caller.
It is worthy of their despicable background, the head of the regiment thought with a little gloating, but as a noble, he must be more thoughtful.
For example, what to do if the other party is really a Greycastle.
Perhaps we should first look at the reaction of our old foe, Redstone Gate.
After all, the group's request was to disarm and surrender. He couldn't really give this order, not to mention that if he was the only one who sent his subordinates to negotiate, he felt inferior.
With such a long distance between the two sides, the head of the regiment didn't have to worry about the other party's sudden attack. The mercenaries already had their weapons at hand, and there was no sign of a horse in the "cloak" team, which was enough for his subordinates to prepare.
In this casual arrangement, time passed by, and he completely ignored the warning of the First Army, or in other words, he did not realize the threat in the warning at all.
For the wolf-hearted nobles, fighting is a time-consuming and well-defined process. From observing the enemy, making a decision, issuing orders, and forming a battle to meet the enemy, it is completed step by step within the range of vision, even if Even better than the Hermes Church, it did not deviate from this category.
It can be said that the First Army, which has been baptized by the devil, is not on the same level as these nobles just from the level of consciousness.
The battle broke out so suddenly that almost no one could react.
When a quarter of an hour passed, four mortars were the first to fire. They completely replaced the heavy and inconvenient old-fashioned front-mounted field guns. Although they were not as powerful as fortress guns, they were more than enough to deal with simple fortifications and wooden outposts. Because they could be dismantled To carry the action, soldiers trusted this weapon, and it was often used as a horn of attack in the battle of unification.
The post house 200 meters away was instantly turned into dust, and the screeching of the messenger group was also drowned out by the roar of the shells. The wooden-structured house could not withstand the blow of the mortar at all. The airflow generated by the explosion tore the walls, pillars and doors and windows. , After several rounds of bombardment, the houses in the camp just collapsed.
The commander of the I Corps squad gave the order to charge.
Everyone picked up their guns and quickly surrounded the inn.
More enemies were behind the barracks, but the two families did not organize any effective counterattacks. The mercenaries who were not afraid of death just rushed out from behind the smoke, and were knocked to the ground by successive gunshots. In order to avoid hurting people with secret arrows, the First Army waited outside the inn until the smoke and dust were pressed down by the heavy rain, and then climbed over the fence and continued to advance inward.
Every soldier shot with great care, not out of mercy, but because they all knew that His Majesty's mine needed more workers.
At the same time, the voice of persuasion rang out again.
This time, most chose to comply.
The exchange of fire came and went quickly, and within thirty minutes, the threat that had left the Baron in a dilemma no longer existed.
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After returning to the Governor's Palace, Jean Bette was still unable to recover from the previous fierce battle.
Although he had a psychological expectation for the strength of Graycastle, he was far from expecting that they would be so strong that it was not like a conventional battle at all.
At this moment, the baron finally understood what Iron Axe said, "Seeing with one's own eyes is more intuitive than speaking." As a witness, it was indeed difficult for him to describe what he saw in words. If you have to say it, it is a kind of alien delight. The people of Greycastle silently performed every action in the rain screen, without any unnecessary words and communication. This silent silence and the deafening explosion formed a distinct sound. The contrast is almost more impressive than the weapons they use.
What did these people go through to get to where they are today
"Now you believe that we can defend Shenchiwan?" Iron Axe's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Jean Bette found himself unable to say anything except nodding.
"Relax," the other party gave a rare smile, "you don't need to be frightened by the strength of the First Army, especially after you decide to serve His Majesty Roland, any enemy who attacks Shenchiwan is equivalent to infringing on His Majesty's Majesty, this is no longer a trouble for you alone, don’t forget, you are also a member of Greycastle now.”
A part of Greycastle? What a strange statement... The baron thought to himself that he had never felt that the kingdom had anything to do with him after being in the heart of the wolf for so many years, but in the tone of the commander-in-chief of the First Army, the two seemed to be naturally connected.
He didn't quite understand the reason, but found that he didn't dislike this statement.
After a moment of silence, let Bette let out a long sigh, "Leave the task of gathering the territorial people to me."