Chapter 396 The Rout of the Second Coalition Army

The Whitewater River meanders and flows from the southern part of the Leslie family's territory to the northern foothills of the Dark Mountains. Count Pebble stands on the bow of the "warship", watching the newly built city walls of Tanzan Town slowly in sight. Step back, full of ambition.

"Battleship" is just a bluffing term. In fact, it is just a large merchant ship sailing in inland rivers, but the Peibo family has always mastered the best shipbuilding technology in the southern border. Any kind of ship they build is the same type of ship The most sturdy among them, in this place far away from the sea and without real warships, the merchant ships transformed by Francine Pebble are the best warships.

And having said that, since the Church of Storms degenerated into the children of the storm and human beings were completely blocked on the continent by the magical tides in the sea, the era of great sailing has come to an end. The development is stillborn. Human beings have tossed on the limited inland rivers for hundreds of years, and the technological backwardness of warships is also inevitable.

These "warships" transformed from merchant ships and cargo ships are already the proud capital of Count Pebble.

A nobleman who was familiar with Francine Pebble stepped onto the bow and stood beside Earl Pebble, looking at the retreating Tanzanian city walls, he couldn't help but sigh: "Look at these brand-new city walls, Andrew? Viscount Leslie built them in a year... God knows how much money he made from that shipload of ore."

"With the back of a Cecil full of gold and silver, the sick child of the Leslie family can get rich just by getting three or two scattered gold coins from his master," Francine Pebble looked at with an arrogant expression. The city wall of Tanzang Town, he saw that although the wall was made of newly built bricks, there was no shadow of the log piles and hot oil pans between the wall stacks. The old catapult was placed on the newly built city wall, and he couldn't help shaking his head, "However, the rich man is shallow after all, and he obediently gives way in the end, with neither glory nor profit to speak of. Points, at most can be exchanged for a neutral peace from this 'cooperation'."

"I heard that he wanted to stand on the side of the Cecil family at first, and left the messenger you sent to hang for a long time," the noble next to him sighed, "until Earl Hossman wrote a letter in his own hand and sent the messenger personally, Only then did he agree to let go of the river and let the army pass through... It's too unwise. If I had known this, it would have been better for him to cooperate from the beginning."

"If he cooperated from the beginning, I would worry about whether he would throw stones from the river when the army passed by," Count Pebble couldn't help laughing, "That Viscount Andrew has been with him since last year. The Cecil family has come together, and it's normal for him to hesitate when the situation changes."

As he spoke, dozens of large and large ships had already sailed through the river in front of Tanzania Town, and the sparse soldiers of the Leslie family stood on the city wall, watching helplessly as they were preparing to attack Sisi. The coalition army led by Erling passed before their eyes.

After the wind direction changed, the speed of the fleet began to increase,

The dual power of sail and rowing made these sturdy and huge wooden ships rush towards Cecil Land like sharp arrows. The mages brought by various nobles activated the runes set on both sides of the hull, further reducing the impact of waves on the water surface. Under the influence of the ship, after sailing like this for about half a day, continuous dense forests began to appear on both sides of the front of the fleet, and the Baishui River became narrow and turbulent.

Count Peipo came to the bow again. He looked at the situation on the river with a little curiosity, and found that there was no other ship in sight except his own fleet.

This seems to be normal. Anyone with better information should have heard about the war. At this time, there will be no other ships sailing on the river.

However, he was curious about where the team was now, so he greeted a knight who was sentry nearby: "How far is it from Cecil?"

"Sir, we are about to arrive at the logging farm of Frostwood Village!" The knight replied immediately with a salute, "Frostwood Village is the westernmost village in Cecil's territory."

"Very good, we'll take down that place first, and then divide half of the people ashore and attack along the river bank," Count Pebble nodded, then he looked at the lush forests on both sides of the river, and raised his hand with a smile. , "Look here, the river is narrow, and there are dense forests on both sides. If those Cecil people have a little courage, set up a few battle mages in these dense forests to ambush with tidal spells, or attack with heavy crossbows and catapults, maybe there are more Chances are we'll lose a ship or two..."

In the hidden shelling position on the south bank of Baishui River, Knight Byron, who climbed up the tree, looked at the fleet of ships passing by the river, and finally laughed when the group was halfway through, and then picked a fruit from the side and threw it under the tree. 's messenger: "Signal! Fuck your mother-in-law's shot!"

Two seconds later, dozens of dense air explosions suddenly broke the silence in the jungle, and dozens of light "Persuader Type I" magic crystal shells and several heavy "Justice Type I" heavy shells were wrapped around. With a light blue magical brilliance, it rushed out of the muzzle of the acceleration track, out of the vines and leaves used for camouflage, and passed through the arc of death one after another in the air, landing heavily on the fleet led by Earl Peiper. central!

Boom boom boom!

One after another water column suddenly rose between the fleets, and together with the water column, there was a huge explosion and the shock wave generated by the explosion. The two warships were unfortunately hit in the first salvo. The wooden ship The shell was like a piece of paper in front of this inexplicable explosion. The first ship was blown up in the middle and broke into two pieces on the spot, while the other ship was even more miserable - a heavy heavy artillery shell was in the middle. The bottom of it blew up, blasting the entire ship out of the water, leaving it torn apart in the air!

The first second was a quiet river, sailing quietly, and the next second was the explosion of skyfire that fell from the sky, causing a tragic death. Almost no one of the knights and militiamen on the warship could react to what happened, and they were already plunged into huge chaos. In the middle, the screams of the people and the screams of the dying livestock resounded instantly on every ship, but in the shelling position on the south bank, Knight Byron just got up from the ground.

"It shook me!" This mercenary-born knight seldom restrained himself in front of the lord, and he did not speak of chivalry in front of the soldiers he brought. He shouted in a loud voice, "You've all seen it before you hit it! How would you be embarrassed to hit two of you after a few dozen shots?! The 'Persuader' artillery team, hit the close ones first - don't follow the heavy artillery to make trouble!"

The camouflage on each railgun was removed, and the continuous explosions began to reverberate throughout the entire position. In the center of the Baishui River, the mighty and majestic coalition "fleet" not long ago had fallen into a great panic at this moment. and disastrous chaos. Although most artillery shells continue to fall into the water due to insufficient artillery training, immaturity of new weapons and tactics, and difficulty in shooting moving targets on the river, the huge water column in the water and the warships that are torn apart in explosions from time to time still make those shells fall apart. Those who were still alive were trembling with fear, but what made the knights and mages on the boat even more desperate was that they had no way to fight back, or even to obtain safety!

These people on warships are just staying on the boat. Ninety percent of the people here have no concept of fighting people on the water, and these so-called "warships" have almost no ability to meet the enemy on the water. The few heavy crossbows and small trebuchets set up on the deck are of no use at the moment - those who operate them can't even see where the enemy is!

In the final analysis, ships are just means of delivery for this coalition army, and the battle they really imagined should be to let the knights and soldiers go ashore to fight after the ship docked - just like every "war" in the past. And in all fairness, this should also be the case during noble wars. The Cecilians should even take the initiative to move aside a section of the river bank, so that the soldiers of the coalition army can disembark and organize their formations, and then have an upright duel of knights and battles with the army... It is the rule of war between nobles!

But now... what the hell is this? !

What the hell are the Cecils doing? Is this what Cecil did?

Francine Pebble stood blankly on the crumbling bow, watching the ships that his family had accumulated over the years sinking into the water one by one into scattered debris, and the blood of dead soldiers in the wrecks that were still floating. A dazzling bright red was dyed between them. The knights in heavy plate armor and the mages in heavy robes struggled among the blood, wreckage, and corpses, one by one being engulfed by the rushing water of the Baishui River, and he even watched Looking at Viscount Roxvar, an orthodox nobleman known for his elegance, calmness, and wisdom sank in front of him holding a broken wooden board, and the bright banner of the Viscount family is still floating on the water not far away...

"In the end... what happened?" Count Pebble stared blankly at all this. The drastic changes in reality were beyond his comprehension. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him had become a bizarre and absurd drama. On the stage of the drama of understanding, he closed his eyes hard, covered his ears, and blocked all perceptions, and recalled the comfortable velvet bed in his castle. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and let go of his ears. ——Baron Korandorf's dead body sank before his eyes, in the same place as Viscount Roxwaal.

"It's over, it's over..."

No matter where this disaster came from, it's all over now.

At this moment, out of the corner of Francine Peibo's eyes, he suddenly saw what was happening in the distance——

He saw the soldiers who fell into the water struggling to swim to the river bank, and at some point in time, a large number of soldiers wearing strange armor and holding strange equipment had appeared on the river bank. and tie them up one by one.

It was the Cecil - they destroyed the entire coalition fleet in incomprehensible ways.

"My lord -- my lord!"

The loud shouting of the knight in person awakened Francine Pebble. The knight was injured by the aftermath of the explosion. His face was covered in blood at the moment. He took Count Pebble's hand and shook eagerly: "Sir! Get on the boat and go!"

Count Pebble finally reacted. No matter how much shock, fear, and nervousness, he gave way to the desire to survive. He immediately followed the knight to the direction where the escape boat was parked, and asked loudly as he ran, "Viscount Kopani. where?!"

"Viscount Kopani is dead - I don't know how, with no injuries, but broken internal organs!" shouted the knight, "and many who stood with Viscount Kopani died. Well, they were probably killed by a curse!"

Count Peipo felt a thin layer of cold sweat, and his already fat body broke out at an astonishing speed. He rushed to the place where the lifeboat was parked in three or two steps. He jumped up with the knight and greeted the nearby Soldier: "Row fast! Row fast!"

The lifeboat broke away from the big boat, and the rowing oars swung the oars desperately, causing the boat to flee like crazy in the continuous explosion of water, and quickly escaped from the middle of the fleet where the explosions were most concentrated. The big boats at the end of the line were turning with all their might - they were clumsy and slow, and even with the aid of the magic runes and the efforts of the paddlers, it would be difficult to escape the explosion that was about to cover their heads.

Only a few large ships and a dozen small boats escaped from that terrible hell, and Count Pebble didn't even know how he escaped. He felt himself swaying in the small boat for a long time, and the nightmarish explosion The sound and the sharp whistling sound of something piercing the air finally disappeared from his mind. Seeing the familiar Tanzanian city wall appeared in front of him, this frightened earl dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

After confirming that there were no more chasing troops in the rear, the terrified expression on the face of Francine Peibo calmed down a little. He looked at the towering Tanzanian city wall in front of him, and said with a sigh of relief and a self-comfort: "Fortunately, this place is no longer blocked. The land of the Sire people, otherwise if there is another enemy ambush on this wall, my life will be over..."

During the conversation, a rapid whistle suddenly sounded from the city wall of Tanzania Town, and then one after another peculiarly shaped devices with some kind of metal rails appeared between the wall stacks.

With the sudden light of magic between these metal rails, the nightmarish banging and whistling came overwhelming...