"boom-"
When the fire was drilled from the muzzle of the Type 152 naval gun, Iron Axe felt the steel battleship under his feet tremble slightly.
After a few breaths, a cloud of smoke erupted from the city wall in the distance, and it took a while for the dull bombardment to come. When the smoke cleared, he raised his observation glass and saw that a huge crack had appeared on the low stone wall.
Different from attacking Wangdu, Falling Dragon Ridge is located in the central and southern part of the kingdom, and it is rarely attacked by other places. The city wall is also very low, less than half of Changsong Fortress. Only one person is allowed to pass through the top of the wall, and large-scale defense facilities such as catapults cannot be erected. Therefore, the artillery unit has deployed field guns in the open space five hundred meters away from the city wall.
Taking into account the efficiency of the hundreds of people in the vanguard battalion entering the city, Iron Axe decided to open three gaps in the city wall before acting at the same time. Any enemy who dared to gather behind the gap to try to defend would be mercilessly attacked by the twelve-pounder. Now that the city gate and the northern section of the city wall have been pierced, he will issue an order for the general attack as long as the last entrance is opened.
It would be great if the witch could follow the army. Iron Axe regretted that it would be a pity to use these precious cannonballs against stones.
If Lord Nightingale were here, only three packs would be enough to send the entire city wall to the sky—after all, the enemy's defense was far worse than the capital's.
This kind of change in concept even made him laugh, knowing that half a year ago, he still insisted that the army should complete the task assigned by His Majesty. But since working with the Witch League to conquer the capital, he suddenly felt that it would be the perfect state to have witches as eyes or a raiding force in the army.
"Sir!" the soldier on the lookout pole shouted, "There is movement in the direction of the city gate, and they seem to be gathering horses!"
Iron Axe moved the observation mirror and looked towards the dilapidated city gate. Due to the limited viewing angle, he could only see some dust rising faintly behind the wall.
"Need to adjust the guns to fire there?" Vanner asked.
"No, if you want the cannonball to land in that place, at least two or three more rounds are wasted." He shook his head, "Since it is a horse, I think they want to organize knights to fight and use the charge to open the field. The cannon's blockade—what's there to worry about? It's you..." Iron Axe turned to look at Earl Spell, "After this charge, I'm afraid there won't be many knights left in your territory."
"Now that I have decided to side with my brother, these people are no longer my knights," she replied calmly. "Let them pay the price for their betrayal."
"I see," Iron Axe paused for a moment, "Have you thought about what to do with Redwyn Percy?"
Just yesterday, he had just received a secret letter from the City Hall, requesting that all the rebel nobles be escorted to Neverwinter except for Speer's relatives, and that those who resisted could be executed on the spot. And their territory was blocked by the First Army, waiting for the arrival of the city hall statistician before looting.
According to this situation, the end of the nobles is probably all the labor in the mines. Now there are several minerals in the fortress area that are unexplored. If you include family members, cronies and servants, there must be hundreds of people. You can also harvest a lot of iron ore.
As for the culprit, Redwin Passy, the letter asked him to be handed over to the count himself.
There was a hint of hesitation on Speer's face, apparently not making a decision yet.
Iron Axe sighed in his heart, if it were him, he would definitely cut off the opponent's head without hesitation - there is nothing more unforgivable than an act of betrayal.
"They're here!" The lookout suddenly shouted.
He put these trifles aside and raised his observation glass to continue watching the battlefield.
As expected, a group of knights rushed out of the city gate, heading for the outer artillery positions.
Then the dense gunshots echoed in the wilderness and the woods, and white smoke floated in front of the position. More than 20 knights and their squires fell into the wet mud one after another before they rushed out of a hundred meters.
If it is said that when Duke Ryan led his army to invade Border Town, the charge of the Knights in a group could still pose a little threat to the First Army, but now these iron turtles are almost helpless living targets.
Field guns don't even need to be reloaded, and the revolver rifle and two heavy machine guns alone can firmly press the enemy to death on the way to charge.
With another round of naval artillery fire, the thin and thin city wall finally collapsed, and Iron Axe ordered the siren to sound and launch a general attack.
The soldiers of the vanguard battalion poured out of the line and divided into three groups and rushed to the three gaps.
The battle to regain the Falling Dragon Ridge officially started.
…
An hour later, the castle and church fell into the hands of the First Army.
The enemy had already been frightened by the roaring weapons, and there was no strong resistance organized at all. In other words, the group of knights who were instantly destroyed after leaving the city gate was already all Redwin could have.
The church did not appear at all, all the supplies in the church were emptied, and the whereabouts of priest Rosad were unknown.
There are no secret passages or hidden side doors in the Falling Dragon Ridge. The city backed by the mountains has almost no way to escape. The soldiers blocked the power grabbers on the top floor of the castle.
Iron Axe ordered the ministers who were begging for mercy to be dragged away, and then let the soldiers leave the palace, leaving only the earl's brother and earl Spell. Of course, Redwyn was firmly strapped to the chair, unable to pose any more threat to the countess.
"I don't understand..." Speer said after being silent for a long time, "Is it any good for you to be a lord? You and your third brother neither know how to manage government affairs, nor know anything about trade. It is to give the power in my hand to other vassals. Do you think that I am not as good as these outsiders to you?"
"You're a witch, the devil's minion!" Redwyn shouted, scratching his neck. "Father saw you wrong, you deceived him!"
"But I'm still your sister!"
"You're not!" he gritted his teeth, "you're just a bastard adopted by your father!"
"What...?" Speer was stunned.
"I heard him say it with my own ears when he was drunk, you were the mistake your father made when he was young, and you were not named Percy at all!" Redwin said angrily, "Why did you end up inheriting the family instead of you? Me? I just take back what should belong to me from you, you are the real outsider!"
Speer covered his head, but he couldn't recall any memories of childhood in his mind, "What mistakes did he... make?"
"Otherwise, why do you look so different from your mother? Don't you remember how you came to Falling Dragon Ridge!"
"So... you're not my brother either."
"That's right, I'm the true heir of the family, Earl of Falling Dragon Ridge! Let me go, I want to be treated like a noble!"
Speer stumbled out of the bedroom, and the iron axe quickly supported her, "Are you alright."
"I'm fine..." She took a deep breath, "Take my—no, take Redwyn Parsiah to Neverwinter, he's lost his mind, I think the mine is where he should stay. "
"As you wish," Iron Axe replied.