Chapter 1202 Battle of Thunder

The camp of the Red Stone Gate and the Fang Fang family is located on 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 set aside for the use of the mission.

Because it is backed by Shenchi Bay, it is almost impossible to encounter any danger. Therefore, there is only a low wooden fence around the post, and there is no access control. In addition, the only force that might pose a threat to the mission was the other mission. Therefore, the two sides had no intention of guarding each other's gates. They also used spears and shields to set up a dividing line in the center of the post. Indicates the ownership of their respective camps.

Of course, most people know that this dividing line is nothing more than a symbol. As long as the Lord of Shenchi Bay has not made a decision, the two missions will not completely break up, so the sentries usually arranged are just meaningless, not to mention that it is still raining heavily outside.

Therefore, when the centurions of the First Army approached a distance of two hundred meters away from the post, the two families were still unaware.

It was not until the voice of persuasion to surrender penetrated the rain curtain and resounded above the camp that the knights realized that the situation had changed.

"This is the First Army of Graycastle, which has now officially taken over Sinking Bay. According to the laws of Neverwinter City, your current behavior constitutes the crime of illegal occupation and armed interference. You are required 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 use one word to describe it, it would be baffling.

The leader of the Fang Mission opened the curtains and saw a man standing outside the fence, holding a strange cylinder and shouting loudly. There is indeed a hanging flag standing not far away, with a different-colored emblem looming on it, which is definitely not the common family emblem of Wolf Heart. But he still couldn't connect the hundreds of people who suddenly appeared with Graycastle. To him, it was a distant and unfamiliar country that usually only appeared in various rumors.

The other people were covered in cloaks, and the rain beat down on them mercilessly, making them look miserable and ridiculous. From a distance, they were both ridiculous and pitiful. In addition, the sparse team clamored to forcibly disarm 700 to 800 people, which deepened this unrealistic feeling.

The leader walked downstairs and found that the mercenaries on the first floor were huddled by the window, using extremely vulgar language to abuse each other's maternal relatives, and making various obscene gestures. If it hadn't been raining outside, no one would have wanted to get wet easily. Wet yourself, lest they spit in the face of the caller.

It was worthy of their despicable origins, the leader thought with some schadenfreude, but as a noble, he must think more carefully.

For example, what should we do if the other party is really from Graycastle?

Perhaps we should first see the reaction of our old enemy Hong Shimen.

After all, what this group of people wanted was to surrender and there was no way he could actually issue this order. Moreover, if he was the only one who sent his subordinates to negotiate, he would feel inferior.

With such a long distance between the two sides, the regiment leader didn't have to worry about the other side suddenly attacking. The mercenaries all had their weapons at hand, and there was no sign of a horse in the "cloaked man" team, which was enough for his men to be prepared.

In this careless arrangement, as time passed by minute by second, he completely ignored the warning of the First Army, or in other words, he was not aware of the threat in the warning at all.

For the wolf-hearted nobles, fighting is a time-consuming and clear process. From observing the enemy, making decisions, issuing orders, and forming formations to meet the enemy, it is all completed step by step within the scope of sight, even if Even the Church of Hermes does not escape this category.

It can be said that the First Army, which has been baptized by the devil, is no longer 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, the first to fire were four mortars - they completely replaced the heavy and inconvenient old-fashioned front-mounted field guns. Although they were not as powerful as the fortress guns, they were more than enough to deal with simple fortifications and wooden sentry towers. When disassembled and carried on their backs, soldiers trusted this weapon and often used it as an offensive horn during the Unification War.

The posthouse two hundred meters away instantly turned into powder, and the shouts and curses of the envoys were also drowned in the roar of the artillery shells - the wooden structure house could not withstand the mortar blows, and the airflow generated by the explosion tore the wall columns. With doors and windows, after several rounds of bombardment, the houses in the camp collapsed.

The commander of the First Army squad issued the charge order.

Everyone raised their guns and quickly surrounded the post.

More enemies were behind the barracks, but the two families did not organize any effective counterattack. As soon as a small group of fierce and fearless mercenaries rushed out from behind the smoke, they were knocked to the ground by successive gunshots. In order to avoid being hurt by hidden arrows, the First Army waited outside the post until the smoke and dust were suppressed by heavy rain, then climbed over the fence and continued to advance inward.

Every soldier fired with great caution, not out of mercy, but because they all knew that His Majesty's mines needed more workers.

At the same time, voices urging surrender rang out again.

This time, most people chose to comply.

The firefight was over as quickly as it started. In less than thirty minutes, the threat that had put the baron in a dilemma no longer existed.

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After returning to the Governor's Palace, Jean Bette still could not recover from the fierce battle before.

Although he had a psychological expectation of the strength of Graycastle, he never expected that they would be so strong that this was completely unlike a battle in the conventional sense.

At this moment, the Baron finally understood what Iron Ax said: "Seeing with one's own eyes is more intuitive than speaking with words." As a witness, it was really difficult for him to describe everything he saw in words. If I have to say it, it is a strange and pleasing sight. The people of Graycastle silently performed every action in the rain, without any unnecessary words or exchanges. This wordless silence and the deafening explosions formed a distinct The contrast is almost more impressive than the weapons they use.

What have these people gone through to get to where they are today?

"Now do you believe that we can defend Shenchi Bay?" The voice of the iron ax interrupted his thoughts.

Jean Bette found that she could say nothing except nodding.

"Relax," the other party gave a rare smile, "You don't have to be frightened by the strength of the First Army, especially after you decide to serve His Majesty Roland - any enemy attacking Shenchi Bay is equivalent to invading Your Majesty’s majesty, this is no longer your problem alone, don’t forget, you are now also a part of Graycastle.”

A member of Graycastle? What a strange statement... The Baron thought to himself that in all his years in Wolf Heart, he had never felt that the kingdom had anything to do with him, but in the tone of the commander 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, Jean Bate took a long breath and said, "Leave it to me to summon the people."