Chapter 872 The Final Charge
After all, the boulder cannon did not fire a second shell.
In order to make it easier for operators to observe the enemy and the impact point, the Duke built six high platforms in the city for placing artillery and trebuchets. In other words, their height should exceed the city wall, and any action of the opponent cannot escape the eyes of the assailant.
This is a foolproof choice. The condescending perspective can not only bring better calibration efficiency, increase the range of shells and catapults, but also give the enemy a strong sense of oppression.
But in front of the unimaginable artillery of the Roland army, the high platform became a striking target instead.
For the first time, Willien felt that a quarter of an hour was so long.
The sound of explosions on the city wall seemed to never stop.
Just as the soldiers were trying to load the snow powder, a shell happened to land on the high platform on the right.
In an instant, it seemed as if a bright sun had risen on the table, swallowing the huge boulder cannon and more than 20 people together, and then the bright red flames turned into countless tentacles, rushing in all directions, and the buildings in the city trembled violently. And raised a cloud of yellow dust.
A broken bronze pipe flew out of the flames, hit the side of another high platform, and fell straight to the ground, falling into a group of people carrying stones. The physical body showed its fragility and powerlessness at this moment—— When the barrel rolled twice and stopped, there was already a puddle of reddish-brown meat paste on the ground. And those unlucky ghosts whose hands and feet were crushed and still alive, hugged their shapeless limbs and screamed, hoping that someone would give them a good time.
But Willien couldn't care about them now.
The watchtower was also a conspicuous target for the enemy. As early as the moment the wall was turned into a sea of flames, the nobles lost the courage to continue watching and retreated immediately. And this decision was obviously correct. The speed of the opponent's shelling far exceeded everyone's imagination. Almost every ten breaths, a round of shells would hit the ground, and the accuracy of the hits was getting higher and higher. The area around the city wall has become an extremely dangerous area.
At first, there were fireballs rising outside the city, and then they all smashed into the city, and moved towards the high platforms and the city gate. The city was filled with gunpowder smoke, debris flying, roaring and howling mixed together, like a scene in hell.
When the enemy finally stopped shooting, not to mention the destruction of the six towers, the city gate was blasted open a gap.
According to the plan, the Duke's soldiers should immediately put down iron fences or dragon-breaking stones to block the access to the city, and at the same time make preparations to block them. However, after experiencing such a terrifying bombardment, continuing to stick to their posts has become an unrealistic requirement. . The flames flowed in all directions along the grease, and charred corpses could be seen everywhere on the city wall. Even if some people escaped by chance, they completely lost the courage to fight, let alone those who were forcibly conscripted.
Those who could run had all run away, and the rest were either scared out of their wits or seriously injured, unable to escape anymore.
Even though Willian thought he would fail, he didn't expect to lose so quickly.
Before any opponent was injured, the entire line of defense collapsed. In the past two years... What did Roland do?
"My lord, this... can't be fought..."
"Let's surrender."
"Yeah, surrendering doesn't mean admitting defeat, we can find other opportunities."
"That's right, as long as they stay in the east, this hatred will be avenged sooner or later."
"If His Majesty Timothy was here, he would definitely not blame you. You have done your best, but the enemy is too cruel."
After a moment of silence, Willien turned to look at Glenna.
In order to protect him during the retreat, the latter pushed away a burning wooden beam with his hands. The scattered charcoal fire burned a corner of her hair and left two black marks on her face. Even so, her eyes were still as bright as before, without any hint of frustration or embarrassment, "I listen to you."
The Duke took a deep breath, "Surrender."
"My lord... what about you?"
"I have been preparing for two years, not to leave a name of surrendering without a fight," he said slowly, "We must let Roland understand that strong force cannot conquer everything, and His Majesty Timothy also has the ability to be fearless." vassals of Glenna, where is my order?"
The chief knight said without hesitation, "They are all on standby in the second ambush area."
"There's no need to hide, let them all come to the gate of the city." Willien ordered, "Viscount Arleigh Burke, withdraw all the traps you prepared earlier."
"Remove? Why?" The nobles asked in surprise.
"Those things alone can't stop the enemy. It's better to let them in and have an upright decisive charge-at this point, someone has to give an explanation." The Duke realized that when the last moment came, he was surprised. Calm, no matter what, this scene will be written into the history books, and he will be worthy of His Majesty.
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Half an hour later, Roland's army finally appeared at the gate of the city wall. They acted very cautiously. First, a small team removed the damaged door panels and occupied the entrances and exits on both sides. The follow-up troops followed up one after another. Stepping into the city, they quickly built a simple camp in the middle of the long street, and pushed two strange muskets to the front.
Willien no longer cared about what the other party was going to do. He raised the reins and led the knights slowly out from the corner of the street, lined up along the street.
The seven knights and fifteen followers are his final counterattack force.
This also convinced the Duke of the necessity and superiority of the aristocratic system.
Faced with such a desperate situation, only nobles who understand what loyalty, honor and duty are can do if they can muster up the courage to charge the enemy.
He pulled down his mask, raised his spear, and faced more and more intruders, he took a long breath——
"Although we failed today, history will never forget us. Everyone's name will become a poem and be sung in songs. Show up your courage and fight fearlessly to the last moment! Knights of the Borg family, I charge!"
"Wan Sheng—!"
Willian waved the reins, and led the crowd to accelerate along the long street, launching a final sprint towards the enemy's position.
Billowing smoke and lingering flames became the best decorations on the battlefield, and for a moment, the Duke felt that this was the right place for him.
Soon the charging distance was shortened to half, and the horse's speed reached the highest level, but he didn't hear the sound of drumming hooves behind him. Turning around, Willien couldn't help but be taken aback—he was surprised to find that the twenty or so people who had charged at the beginning had disappeared, and the only one who was still following him was Glenna.
This street does not have only one road, it connects many forks and alleys. At that moment, Willien understood the cause and effect.
Why... is this so?
He wanted to ask this question, but when he looked at the female knight's eyes full of affection, he suddenly felt that everything was not important.
This ending seems to be good.
——At least you are by my side, isn't it?
Willian smiled, lowered the spear, and aimed it at the enemy closest to him.
Then a dense rain of bullets enveloped him.
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