Chapter 288, Aftermath of the War

When Casvann led the remaining knights and a small number of knight retinues to retreat to the mountain path of Mount Doom, what was waiting for them was not the support of the remaining army.

The gates of the camp were closed, and the sentry post was empty.

"What's going on?! Where's Didier? Open the door!"

The sound of the heavy horn echoed in the mountains.

"Toot~toot~"

The sound of the marching army came from the mountain road, and the sound of small steps sounded from the other end of Mount Doom.

"Dong dong dong~" The sound of uniform steps suppressed the shouts of Kasvann and others, and at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the mountain, an army appeared.

The first thing to appear was the densely packed spears and battle axes, as well as the wings on the helmets. After the team had advanced for a certain period of time, short and thick voices appeared from the mountain road in groups.

"Forward! Sons of Granny!"

"Hey ha ha ~!"

"Pull out your weapon!"

"what!"

An army of about a thousand dwarves appeared from the other side of the mountain range. They held shields and battle axes, or held up spears, completely blocking the way Kasvann retreated. The black muzzles pointed at Kasvann Waiting for others: "Passing is not allowed here!"

"Oops! It's Karak-Breeze Castle's reinforcements!" Kasvann looked back, and saw that Emperor Karl Franz led the Rick Guards to block their retreat.

They are surrounded.

"Your Excellency Casvann, welcome to the territory of the empire. I have arranged a place for you in Brunswick." Surrounded by Rick's guards, the emperor slowly approached Casvann's remaining troops: "You There is nowhere to escape, put down your arms, I, Karl Franz, Emperor of the Reich, promise you preferential treatment of prisoners and healing of the wounded."

"Even if it's a war between humans, you finally won me by relying on the power of the dwarves, Karl Franz!" Kasvann said with a sarcasm, knowing that the situation was over, "You can be regarded as an honorable victory." ?”

"Of course this is an honorable victory, Kasvann. When you declare war on the empire, you automatically declare war on the dwarves." Karl Franz said with a calm face: "Now that things have happened, you are still shirking the responsibility for the failure Give it to someone else?"

"..." Kasvanen looked up to the sky and sighed deeply: "Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago, the sacred covenant between the Dwarf High King and the Empire... The dwarves will definitely stand by your side."

"Damn bastard! Get off your horse immediately and pay homage to the great emperor!" A Rick guard yelled unbearably, Karl Franz stretched out his hand to signal him to shut up, and the emperor remained calm: " So, Your Excellency Kasvann, what do you think of my proposal?"

Duke Palaion got off his horse, took off his gauntlets, and handed his blood-stained gloves to Karl Franz.

The Emperor of the Empire reached out and took Casvann's glove, until at this moment, the Duke of Palaion finally sat on the ground: "I lost, in the name of the lady, I Casvann-de-Palavon, in Here...to, surrender to Emperor Karl Franz!"

At 10:30 in the morning, the Emperor of the Empire, Prince Reick, Grand Duke of Brunswick, and heirs of all the sacred heritage of the Charlemagne Empire from the sea to the mountains rode their horses to inspect the battlefield. The Battle of Hemgard ended with the Empire's overall victory .

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After the war, the narrow plain in front of Hemgard was full of corpses and wounded. The imperial military doctors and priests of the Goddess of Mercy tried their best to rescue the wounded on the battlefield. At the same time, groups of Breton prisoners sat directly On the ground, guarded by the imperial army, but also receiving rescue.

In this war, more than 400 imperial troops were killed and more than 800 were injured, and more than 900 Britannian troops were killed, including more than 100 knights.

More than 600 people were injured.

Human civil wars are like this. Everyone fights very fiercely, but in fact they all have a sense of proportion. Generally, wounded soldiers will not be attacked again as long as they sit down and express their injuries.

On the wall of Hemgard, Ryan sighed secretly as he looked at the battlefield that was still emitting black smoke.

The world he traversed was very special, and many of the technologies that traversers were proud of were actually useless here.

Guns and cannons, steam-driven technology, and grain improvement are the technologies that humans and dwarves in this world have.

When Ryan first crossed, he wondered whether movable type printing could be useful in this world, but he immediately discovered that movable type printing had been invented long before the Great Jihad.

But this kind of technology can't be promoted at all, because this kind of technology itself has been corrupted by chaos. The first batch of printed books produced are very beautiful, but almost all readers have become Tzeentch's believers. Printing can only be controlled by the church, and only with the blessing of the gods can printed books not be corrupted.

Ridiculous, but realistic.

In the same way, many technologies are not mastered by humans, but they cannot be promoted at all. The technology of forging plate armor and large-scale siege weapons is destined to be mastered by only a small number of people, because once mass production, green skins and followers of chaos will be more powerful than humans. Master this technique quickly.

Moreover, the power of artillery and muskets is actually limited. At least Ryan can conclude that even if the heavy cannon of the empire hits him, it will be difficult for him to be injured. In this world, there are many people who can face the cannon. The Holy Grail Knight is One of these, firearms are not invulnerable.

Britannia does not have the financial resources to build steam tanks in batches like the Empire, but after seeing the high technology of the Empire, Ryan made up his mind that his army should also be equipped with enough firearms, and at the same time speed up the construction of musket battalions and artillery units.

At the same time, he is really envious of the steam tank, which is a big killer. The steam tank is one of the big killers at the bottom of the empire. Before the Great Holy War, it was jointly built by the famous southern country engineering master and the Dwarven Engineers Association. The prototype steam There are a total of twelve tanks, each with a different internal structure.

Now, there are still eight tanks left in the hands of the empire, all of which are under the control of the emperor. In addition, engineers from the Nuer Gunnery Academy and the Royal Academy of Engineering in Brunswick have also worked hard to imitate some steam tanks. Of course, these The imitation is not as invulnerable as the original steam tank, but is still a formidable war machine.

The secrets of making the steam tanks are kept strictly in the Ludwig Sanctuary of the Nuer Gunnery Academy.

"Compared to the empire, we have fallen behind in many places." Francois and Ryan walked down the city wall. The cheers of the electors on the city wall and the roar of the imperial army made the Duke and the earl feel a little harsh , Francois sighed and said: "Since the Tower of Dole incident, Brittany has hardly made any progress in technology for three hundred years. The knights and nobles think that the Holy Grail is everything, but they don't know that the empire has already completed the musket. With the innovation of equipment and countless war machines, His Majesty Ludwig vigorously promoted firearms to make the imperial army stronger, but we are still relying on trebuchets and serf archers. Yes, our knights still have obvious combat effectiveness compared to imperial knights advantage, but..."

"But knights are not the only ones in war." Ryan also sighed in a low voice.

"That's right, you can't just rely on knights in war. We Holy Grail knights are not afraid of those cannons and steam tanks, but Holy Grail knights are very few." Francois nodded.

The two stepped into the battlefield. The imperial army was cleaning the battlefield and settling the prisoners. There were surrendered and captured serfs and knights everywhere. Seeing the two Holy Grail knights stepping into the battlefield, many knights were ashamed. The serfs I pray for forgiveness.

Kasvann failed in this battle, and he used the prestige he had accumulated for decades to achieve Karl Franz's fame in the first battle.

Surrounded by hundreds of imperial knights, Karl Franz was inspecting the battlefield. The emperor was riding on a strong half-breed elf horse. Seeing the appearance of Ryan and Francois, the emperor smiled: "Good morning, Monsieur Francois, Monsieur Lane."

"Good morning, His Majesty Franz, I hope you treat the prisoners well and don't insult them." Ryan sighed slightly, and he said calmly.

"Oh! Of course, I promised." The emperor was stunned for a moment, and he nodded immediately: "Please understand, our empire does not want to fight this war, we are actively defending."

"Oh." Ryan was a little sarcastic, and a little self-deprecating. Karl Franz had carefully designed a trap to let Casvann drill into it, and then win the victory under the position of justice. This war let the emperor Do your best to win the hearts of the people and earn enough political capital.

Compared with Richard, who was over a hundred years old, the excellence of Karl Franz, an emperor in his thirties, was perfectly reflected.

"Let me go!" A beautiful prophet of the lake god was tied up by several imperial soldiers, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was carried up in front of the emperor: "My lord, we captured a lake god prophet!"

"Madam curse you!" The Lake God Prophet was tied up with ropes, and many imperial soldiers took the opportunity to wipe oil on her body. The beautiful female prophet twisted her body and tried to avoid it, and she roared angrily: "Imperial bastards!"

"Let her go." Ryan said to Karl Franz: "The prophet of the lake god enjoys shelter."

"The Prophet of the Lake God enjoys asylum, but you need to pay enough ransom." Elector Umberto Corleone of Tuscany respected Ryan and Francois. After a fierce battle, the elector himself did not shed a drop of blood , the gorgeous plate armor and tall helmet feathers on his body are still bright: "The ransom price for a lake god prophet is 500 gold marks. For the sake of the two of you, the price is 300 gold marks."

"Curse you, madam! Get your dirty hands off me!" The Lake God Prophet looks about 30 years old, with mature and beautiful appearance. Only then will it age rapidly, and then wither in front of the shrine of the fairy in the lake or in the holy place, and become one with nature.

"Forget it, this lady of the Lake God Prophet is free." Karl Franz didn't want to get entangled in this matter any more. He also wanted to give Ryan a face. He had seen the strength of Ryan with his own eyes. In fact, The victory of the empire in this war is very thrilling. If there is a Holy Grail Knight leading the team, the ending may be completely different. Maybe the Elector Umberto will not be able to reach it by himself. The steel plate of the steam tank is difficult for the ranger knights and kingdom knights to break through Defense, but there are quite a few holy grail knights who can tear steel plates with their hands.

The emperor knew that although the empire was powerful, there was a fatal problem.

Lack of established high-end combat power of the group.

As the most powerful country in the old world, the empire has many legendary powerhouses, but the empire's most advanced combat power is very scattered.

Each of the Holy Grail Knights is a living saint with strong strength, firm beliefs, and commendable loyalty. The Holy Grail Knights of the same rank are much stronger than ordinary people. As long as the fairy of the lake or the witch of the lake gives an order, the Holy Grail Knights can be dispatched collectively , to fight for the goddess.

As the emperor of the empire, Karl Franz couldn't do it. The high-end combat forces of the empire are very scattered and have their own minds. It is very difficult to integrate them. Helberg is already the best swordsman among the Rick guards. But he wasn't even an opponent of an ordinary Holy Grail Knight. Rogge, the champion of the Griffin Legion, was knocked down by Ryan.

To fight against the darkness, the power of the Holy Grail Knight is very necessary.

There is no harm in selling favors to Lane and François here.

With a big wave of the emperor's hand, the Prophet of the Lake God was let go by the imperial soldiers. She glanced at the imperial soldiers who had taken the opportunity to do something to her in disgust, and hurried behind Ryan and Francois.

The other knights were not so lucky. They were taken away in groups. These knights will be held in the prisons of Hemgard and Brunswick, waiting for ransom.

"Where's Kasvann?" Ryan asked.

"Kasvann? The ransom is 20,000 gold marks. When the ransom arrives, we will release him naturally." Imperial General Curt Helberg said in a deep voice.

This is the amount of ransom calculated by the empire after discussing for a long time. It can make a lot of money, and it will not let Casvann fail to hand over the money. The empire believes that with the accumulation of the Duchy of Palavon for thousands of years, It should not be impossible to take out 20,000 gold marks, that is, 20,000 gold kroner.

"No, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask where is His Excellency Casvann now?" Ryan shook his head, he definitely wouldn't pay the money, he just wanted to discuss something with Casvann.

The Duke of Palavon was a conservative. He disliked Ryan's close relationship with wood elves and dwarves, especially Casvann suffered a big loss in the trade with wood elves.

At the same time, Kasvann also took in the dwarves to build weapons and houses for himself. However, the level of these dwarves was far from the level of the rune craftsmen and dwarf engineers recruited by Ryan, because most of the dwarves he could take in were in the The empire dwarves who can't get along with the empire.

Therefore, the relationship between Casvann and Ryan is very poor, and it is almost impossible to establish an equal conversation relationship.

Now, the opportunity has come.

"This..." Curt Helberg is hesitating, Ryan is powerful, in case...

"Take Your Excellency Ryan, Helberg." Karl Franz agreed, "I agree."

"Yes!" Since it was the emperor's order, Helberg said no more: "Your Excellency Ryan, please follow me."

"it is good."

Ryan followed Helberg to the imperial barracks, where he saw Casvann, who was imprisoned and depressed: "Hello, Your Excellency Casvann."

"Lian Malcador?! It's you! Are you here to laugh at me?" Kasvann was locked in an iron cage. He was not shackled or handcuffed, and he looked old for many years. Seeing Ryan Appeared, he angrily said to Ryan through the bars: "You are still not satisfied after watching my failure, and you want to take the opportunity to humiliate me?"

"No, I came to you because I wanted to talk to you about something."

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