The campsite of the Redstone Gate and the Tusk Family was located on the main road outside the city. It used to be a temporary inn for mercenaries and caravans, but now it was used by the diplomatic mission.
Because it was near the Sedimentation Bay, it was almost impossible to encounter any danger. Therefore, there was only a low wooden fence around the inn, and there was no entrance guard. Moreover, the only force that could pose a threat to the diplomatic mission was the other diplomatic mission. Therefore, the two parties did not intend to guard each other's campsite. They even used spears and shields to separate the two parties in the center of the inn to show which camp belonged to which side.
Of course, most people knew that the dividing line was just a symbol. As long as the lord of the Sedimentation Bay did not make a decision, the two diplomatic missions would not completely fall out with each other. Therefore, the sentries were just for show, not to mention that it was raining heavily outside.
Therefore, when the 100 soldiers of the First Army approached 200 meters away from the inn, the two families still did not notice them.
It was not until the Knight's voice pierced through the curtain of rain and resounded above the campsite that the knight realized the situation had changed.
"This is the First Army of Graycastle, which has officially taken over the Sedimentation Bay. According to the law of Neverwinter, your current behavior constitutes illegal occupation and armed interference. You have 15 minutes to disarm and surrender. Otherwise, we'll take coercive measures, and you'll be responsible for all the consequences! "
If he had to describe it in one word, it would be inexplicable.
The commander of the Tusk Diplomatic Mission opened the curtain and saw a man standing outside the fence, holding a strange cylinder and shouting loudly. Not far away, there was indeed a hanging flag with a faintly discernible different-colored emblem on it. It was definitely not a common family emblem in the Kingdom of Wolfheart. However, he could not associate the sudden appearance of the 100 soldiers with Graycastle. To him, Graycastle was a distant and strange country that usually only appeared in various rumors.
The other soldiers were covered in cloaks, and the rain beat down mercilessly on them. They looked pathetic and pathetic from afar. In addition, the sparse team was clamoring to forcefully disarm seven to eight hundred people, which deepened this unrealistic feeling.
The commander walked downstairs and found that the mercenaries on the first floor were crowding by the window, using extremely vulgar language to curse the other party's maternal relatives and making all kinds of obscene gestures. If it wasn't for the rain outside and no one wanted to get wet, they would have probably spat on the face of the person who was shouting.
Well, at least they're worthy of their lowly origins, the leader thought with some schadenfreude. However, as a noble, he had to consider things more thoroughly.
For example, what if the other party was really someone from Graycastle?
Perhaps he should first observe the reaction of his old enemy, Redstone Gate.
After all, this group of people's request was to disarm and surrender. He couldn't really give such an order. Moreover, if he was the only one who sent his subordinates to negotiate, he felt that he was at a disadvantage.
Since the two sides were so far apart, the commander didn't have to worry about the other party suddenly launching an attack. The mercenaries had already taken out their weapons, and there was not a single horse in the team of the "cloaked man", which was enough for his subordinates to get ready.
As time passed by, he completely ignored the First Army's warning, or rather, he didn't even realize the threat in the warning.
For the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, fighting was a time-consuming and clear process. They had to observe the enemy, make decisions, give orders, and form a formation to fight the enemy step by step. Even the powerful Church of Hermes couldn't break away from this category.
It could be said that the First Army, which had been baptized by demons, was already on a different level from these nobles in terms of consciousness.
The battle broke out so suddenly that almost no one could react in time.
After a quarter of an hour, the first to open fire were the four mortars. They had completely replaced the heavy and inconvenient old front-mounted field artillery. Although they were not as powerful as the Longsong Cannons, they were more than enough to destroy simple fortifications and wooden sentry towers. Because they could be disassembled and carried, the soldiers were full of trust in these weapons and often used them as attack horns during the war for unification.
The courier station 200 meters away was instantly turned into ashes, and the curses of the emissary delegation were also drowned in the roar of the cannonballs. The wooden houses could not withstand the attacks of the mortars, and the air currents generated by the explosions tore the pillars, doors, and windows. After several rounds of bombardment, the houses in the camp directly collapsed.
The commander of the First Army gave the order to charge.
Everyone quickly surrounded the courier station with their guns in hand.
More enemies were behind the barracks, but the two families did not organize any effective counterattack. A small cluster of fearless mercenaries had just rushed out from behind the smoke when they were shot down by a barrage of gunshots. In order to avoid being shot in the back, the First Army waited outside the courier station until the smoke and dust were suppressed by the heavy rain before they climbed over the fence and continued to advance.
Every soldier was very cautious when they fired, not because they were merciful, but because they all knew that His Majesty's mine needed more workers.
At the same time, the voices of persuasion rang out again.
This time, most people chose to comply.
The exchange of gunfire ended as quickly as it started. In less than 30 minutes, the threat that had put Baron in a dilemma was no longer there.
...
After returning to the Governor's Mansion, Jean Bate still could not recover from the fierce battle.
Although he had a psychological expectation of the strength of Graycastle, he did not expect them to be so strong, to the extent that it was not a conventional battle at all.
At this moment, Baron finally understood what Iron Axe meant when he said, "Seeing is more intuitive than saying." As a witness, it was difficult for him to describe what he had seen. If he had to describe it, he would say that it was an unusual kind of Feast for the Eyes. The people of Graycastle carried out every action in silence in the rain, without any unnecessary words or communication. This kind of silence formed a sharp contrast with the deafening explosions, almost more impressive than the weapons they used.
What on earth did these people go through to get to where they are today?
"Now do you believe that we can defend the Sedimentation Bay?" Iron Axe's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Jean Bate found that he could only nod and say nothing.
"Relax," Iron Axe said with a rare smile. "You don't have to be afraid of the power of the First Army, especially after you've decided to serve His Majesty. Anyone who attacks the Sedimentation Bay is tantamount to a violation of His Majesty's dignity. This is no longer a problem for you alone. Don't forget, you're a member of Graycastle now."
"A member of Graycastle?" "What a strange way of saying it..." Baron thought to himself. He had lived in the Kingdom of Wolfheart for so many years, but he had never felt that he had anything to do with the kingdom. However, from the tone of the Commander-in-Chief of the First Army, it seemed that the two were naturally connected.
He did not quite understand the reason, but he found that he did not dislike this way of saying it.
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