Chapter 356 "One Hundred and Fifty Two!"

A weapon that allows ordinary people to defeat extraordinary witches?

After Wendy left, Agatha kept thinking about this sentence. Do they really know what a Transcendent is?

It's a pity that I don't have a balance magic stone at hand, otherwise I would be able to clearly understand the magic power and types of these people.

Waiting until she was about to get impatient, Nightingale appeared at the door of her room, "His Highness invites you to visit the test firing of new weapons, if you don't want to go—"

"I'll go," she said in a deep voice, "please lead the way."

Seeing Prince Roland yawning with a sleepy face, Agatha suddenly had the urge to shake his face with icy scum and make him clear up. However, this kind of behavior that is likely to cause misunderstandings by other witches can only be thought about in the end.

After leaving the castle, it was the first time for her to see the whole town in daylight.

Against the backdrop of the heavy snow, the first thing that comes to mind is orderliness—a neat two-story house stands side by side, all of the same shape and size, and the white outline and red brick sloping roof are particularly harmonious. The black streets are all straight and straight, dividing the town into squares of similar size. Looking from near to far, the scenery you see is completely a cycle of buildings, trees, streets, trees, and streets, like a layer of Layered up in general.

Even in Taquila, the inner city can't be so neat and orderly!

However, what made her feel like she was pulling back was that apart from the castle, there was no other building worth seeing in this small town. Even the castle itself was far less magnificent than Taquila's Questing Tower. .

After all, it was only a small town. Agatha snorted disdainfully, then turned to look at Nightingale, "How many people live here?"

"Well... there were only more than 2,000 people at the beginning, and now including the refugees from the north and the south, it is close to 30,000 people."

Two thousand people dare to say that they want to defeat the devil, it is a fool to say-wait, thirty... thirty thousand? Agatha's eyes widened. At its peak, Taquila only accommodated 50,000 people. How could this palm-sized place have 30,000 residents? Did she count the population of the surrounding villages?

Although these boxy brick houses do seem to be able to accommodate more residents than wooden bungalows, the increase in residents is not a simple pile of numbers. Once the population exceeds a certain threshold, the demands placed on the city grow exponentially. First, the demand for food and drinking water has increased significantly, followed by the deterioration of law and order caused by the expansion of shacks and slums, and finally, even the disposal of excrement has become a thorny issue.

In the latter part of the Second Battle of Divine Will, Taquila encountered such a problem—as the major cities fell one after another, the number of people pouring into the holy city surged. The city was almost paralyzed, and the situation was not stabilized until the Federation forcibly removed a group of refugees.

It was precisely because of personal experience that Agatha knew the difficulty of expanding the city's population. Seeing the other party's casual appearance, she was dubious in her heart, maybe Nightingale didn't know the answer at all, and she was just deceiving herself.

In the future, it would be better to ask Wendy for such questions, she thought, at least the latter's attitude seemed more sincere.

Passing through the streets with people coming and going, Agatha followed the prince and others up a section of the city wall made of mud. This kind of low wall is completely incompatible with towering and solid. There are no barbs buried on the wall, and there is no moat around it. Devils don't even need engineering equipment, they can climb up with just their hands and feet.

The disappointment in her heart increased.

Every hundred steps or so on the city wall, there is a relatively spacious platform protruding from the front and back, which seems to be left for the erection of bed crossbows. Not long after walking along the top of the wall, Agatha quickly saw the subject of this test.

The shape of the weapon is so special that it is difficult for people to ignore its existence.

It was a long tubular object made of metal, a bit like an iron spear magnified several times, but it had no spear point. It is smooth all over and looks silvery gray, not like iron products. The parts at the end of the long pipe are relatively complicated. In addition to the fixed bracket, there are two shorter pipes that fit on the top and bottom of the main pipe. There are no ropes or arrow slots. It doesn’t look like an enlarged bed crossbow or a crossbow from the outside. Trebuchet.

But she also didn't figure out how this thing should attack the enemy.

"This is the latest weapon developed by Border Town, the 152mm Fortress Standard Cannon that symbolizes justice and glory!" The prince raised his hand and said, "Compared to the 12-pounder field gun, it has many improvements, and its various indicators are outstanding. Absolutely It can be called an epoch-making weapon!"

Agatha couldn't help but frowned. Justice and glory, the standard fortress, sounded very frivolous. The following series of introductions are extremely awkward, and they are completely coined words. Is he really the learned and talented prince that Wendy said was trusted by witches?

"Papa papa," Nightingale was the only one applauding at the scene, and the atmosphere seemed a little stiff for a moment.

"Ahem," Roland cleared his throat, "then let's not talk nonsense, let's test fire now. Iron Axe, let's start."

"Yes, Your Highness." The three people in uniforms immediately took action.

Agatha stood aside, staring intently at every movement of these people, hoping to figure out the working principle of this weapon.

One person slid down the iron block at the end of the long pipe, and the other immediately stuffed an orange-yellow pointed object into the pipe, and then closed the iron block.

"Report, preparations are complete, ready to launch!"

"Everyone cover your ears," the prince made a demonstrative gesture, nodded and said, "Fire."

Wait... ready so soon? Just as Agatha was about to ask, a loud noise suddenly exploded in her ears! There was a buzzing in her head, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. A ball of orange-red flame erupted from the front of the long metal pipe, dazzling and short-lived, at that moment, she felt the powerful force contained in the flame, the city wall under her feet seemed to tremble, a wave of heat rushed towards her, and she could hardly stand up. Standing still, he took two steps back. The cannon itself jerked back—but soon it returned smoothly to its original position.

"———" Nightingale supported her from behind, and seemed to be saying something, but she could only faintly hear intermittent, slight words, as if they were coming from a very far away... until the buzzing gradually faded away. , the hearing returned to normal, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head and moved her gaze to the empty snow field ahead, but she didn't see any change.

Is this flame just to intimidate the enemy?

"Have you observed the landing point?" the prince asked a witch with green hair beside him.

"After hitting a small hill, the closest one is the red flag," the latter watched for a while, "but it's still far away."

red flag? Agatha looked at Roland suspiciously, what are they talking about?

Fortunately, His Royal Highness quickly answered her doubts, "This weapon can project cannonballs—you can understand them as crossbow bolts—to hit enemies that are still far away. In order to observe the range of the shelling, I asked Lightning puts down colored flags every 1,000 meters, and the red flag is the last shot, standing 5,000 meters away." He explained, "According to the size conversion you are familiar with, 1,000 meters is about 300 feet long, close to Two miles away."

Agatha froze in place. Could it be that the other party meant that it had just thrown the crossbow arrows stuffed in ten miles away? Obviously there is no rope and power storage mechanism, how does it do this? You must know that even if it is a siege beast driven by magic power, the furthest projection distance is only three to four miles. If he didn't lie, as long as he built a towering and thick city wall and matched it with this weapon, it would be able to effectively block the devil's attack.

But... with such an astonishing range of weapons, it might not be easy to fire them once.

"I can't see where the shells landed, but I feel like something is missing," the prince rubbed his chin and said, "Next, we will test three bursts of rapid flat fire to attack close-range targets."

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