Chapter 117 Pursuit (Part 1)

Carter Lannis saw such a battle for the first time. ＞One novel≥﹤≤≤﹤﹤

The huge lineup composed of more than 300 knights was defeated without even touching the edge of the defense line.

In the end, they failed to enter the 50-meter range—that was the firing line of the Musketeers drawn by His Royal Highness, and only when they crossed the 50-meter line, everyone was allowed to fire.

Four cannons forcibly contained the opponent near the 100-meter line. In the interval of 150 to 100 meters, there are more than 20 corpses lying here and there, and these people, like themselves, are all skilled knights, otherwise, they would not be able to control the horses amidst the roar of artillery fire High forward.

Carter is thankful he wasn't one of them. He had a vague premonition that future wars would be very different, and it would be a matter of time before Roland Wimbledon, who had mastered such a powerful force, aspired to the throne.

After seeing the tragic battlefield, a few people in the First Army experienced dizziness, vomiting and other adverse reactions. However, since it was not a close-to-hand combat, the sense of shock brought by the artillery killing the enemy was less than that of killing the enemy with the blade, and the reaction symptoms were not serious. . Carter selected a group of hunters from the team who were accustomed to seeing stumps and blood, to collect the bodies of the war dead, and at the same time search for the living.

The sun gradually sank into the mountains. Carter looked at the blood-red sky and the crows singing in the distant woods. He suddenly felt a little bleak.

The age of knights is over.

...

Duke Lane has not been able to recover until now.

He didn't understand why he was defeated. Obviously, the line of defense was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it could be pierced through with a light poke, but the knights fled in all directions as if they had seen a devil. He couldn't even blame others, because the ones who rushed to the front were his elite knights.

The personal guards cut down several people in a row before the mercenaries swarmed to avoid the Duke's position, but that was all. No matter how he roared, he could not stop the defeated subordinates. In desperation, Duke Osmond Lane had no choice but to retreat backwards with the flow of people. This retreat was nearly ten miles.

It wasn't until night fell that 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 free folk had not hesitated to leave carts and provisions in retreat, so tonight they had to kill a few horses for rations.

In the largest tent of the camp, the five nobles gathered together, looking palely at Duke Lane, and the latter's expression was not much better.

"Who can tell me what new weapon they used? The distance is farther than the crossbow, and they can't see the thrown stones like the trebuchet." He glanced at Ren Meade, "You were Also rushed to the front, did you see anything?"

"My lord, I... don't know very well," Ren supported his head, "I only heard the roaring sound, and they fell in groups, especially at the last sound, the knight who rushed to the first place seemed to be Suddenly bumped into an invisible wall, I saw his body shake, his head and arms were torn apart, just like..." He thought for a while, "an egg thrown from the top of the castle."

"Could it be a witch?" Earl Elk murmured.

"Impossible," the Duke said with a frown. "My knights are all wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation. It's impossible for a witch to hurt them. It's not like you haven't played with witches before. What's the difference between them and ordinary women in front of the God's Stone?"

"By the way, my lord," Ren suddenly seemed to remember something, "before I heard the loud noise, I saw a few things like carts in their lineup, with huge iron pipes on them. Can emit red light and smoke."

"Iron pipe? Red light and smoke? Isn't that a gift barrel?" Earl Elk asked doubtfully.

Of course the Duke knows what a gift bucket is. In the past, only nobles in the capital used it for major celebrations. Now, lords from all over the world basically prepare one or two. There is a pair of bronze ceremony barrels in his castle, which can be exploded after being filled with snow powder. But that sound was far different from today's breathtaking thunder.

"The gift barrel will not tear the knight apart," Earl Honeysuckle said. "No matter what weapon the prince uses, we are already defeated. What should we do next?"

Duke Lane glanced at him displeasedly, the word defeat sounded particularly harsh to his ears, "We have not lost 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 can't last a month. As long as he dares to bring those peasants out, my knights can defeat him from the side and rear."

The victory will eventually belong to him, he thought, but the loss suffered as a result cannot be compensated by a small town at all... It is almost impossible to win the northern border again. Damn it! If Roland Wimbledon could be caught, he must be shredded into thousands of pieces.

"But my lord, the fleet on the Chishui River not only comes from Changsong Fortress, but also ships from Liuye Town, Falling Dragon Ridge, and Chishui City. If they are all intercepted, will they..." Earl Honeysuckle hesitated.

"I bought them all, as long as they pay, they sell to anyone the same." The Duke said coldly, "Everyone go back to the tent and sleep, and we will leave tomorrow morning. Knights with horses will go with us, and those without horses , stay in charge of leading the mercenaries."

It is impossible to march at night, even if the fourth prince intends to pursue him, the mercenaries left behind will be the first to be encountered at dawn. He thought, even if this group of trash collapsed at the first touch, he could buy himself 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 reward was the same. This made him a little relieved, probably because the new weapon is as difficult to move as a trebuchet, and can only be used in defensive warfare. Relying on a group of miners with 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 on foot to catch up. When it was almost dusk, the mercenaries and freemen continued to catch up with the cavalry. Everyone was busy again, circled a piece of land and hastily set up tents.

As long as today and this night pass, he will be able to arrive at Longsong Fortress tomorrow—the three-foot-high bluestone city wall is like a natural moat for an army of hundreds of people. Even if the opponent has a new type of weapon with an extremely long range, he can still use it Catapults behind the wall fought back. He will definitely settle this account with the prince.

However, what made Duke Ryan feel a little uncomfortable was that he always felt as if he was being stared at along the way today.

Probably an illusion, he thought, he was too nervous.

The next morning, the Duke was awakened by the sound of cannon.

When he rushed out of the tent, he found that everyone was running around with their heads in their arms, and mud and blood splashed from time to time. Looking to the west, the "militiamen" wearing standard leather armor lined up and stood quietly outside the camp. Amidst the deafening roar, there was only one thought left in the Duke's mind—how did they catch up?

The knight who was in charge of the investigation yesterday did not find the pursuers for no reason! ?

"Your Excellency, let's go!" The guards brought a horse and shouted loudly.

Only then did Osmond Lane wake up from his daze. He got on his horse and galloped eastward with his guards. However, not long after leaving the camp, they saw another army that was exactly the same.

The leather armor of the same standard, holding strange short sticks in their hands, are arranged in a neat row, and even their expressions seem to be the same.

Immediately afterwards, the Duke heard rhythmic music sounding from the opposite side, and His Royal Highness's troops walked towards him at a neat pace. (To be continued.)