A weapon that can allow ordinary people to defeat an Extraordinary?
After Vendy left, Agatha had been thinking about this sentence. Do they really know what an Extraordinary is?
It was a pity that she did not have a Stone of Measuring, otherwise she would be able to clearly understand the magic power and types of these people.
Just when she was about to lose her patience, Nightingale appeared at the door of her room. "His Highness invites you to watch the new weapon test, if you don't want to go..."
"I'll go," she said in a low voice. "Please lead the way."
Seeing the drowsy and yawning Prince Roland, Agatha suddenly had the urge to throw ice on his face to wake him up. However, this kind of behavior could easily cause misunderstandings from other witches, so she could only think about it in her heart.
After leaving the castle, it was the first time that she saw the whole town during the day.
Against the background of the heavy snow, the first thing that leaped into her mind was the neat and tidy double-storey houses that stood side by side. Their shapes and sizes were exactly the same, and their white outlines and red brick roofs were particularly harmonious. The black streets were all straight, dividing the town into squares of similar size. Looking from a close distance, the scenery was completely a cycle of buildings, trees, streets, trees, and streets, as if they were layered on top of each other.
Even the inner city of Taquila could not be so neat and orderly!
But what made her feel that she had made a comeback was that, apart from the castle, there were no other buildings in this town that were worth a second glance. Even the castle itself, in terms of grandeur, was far inferior to the Quest Tower of Taquila.
After all, it was just a small town. Agatha snorted disdainfully in her heart and turned to look at Nightingale. "How many people live here?"
"Well... at first there were only more than two thousand people, but now with the refugees from the north and south, there are nearly thirty thousand people."
Two thousand people dared to say that they could defeat the demons, it was simply an idiot. Wait, thirty... thirty thousand? Agatha's eyes widened. Taquila at its peak could only accommodate fifty thousand people, but this palm-sized place actually had thirty thousand residents? Could it be that she included the population of the surrounding villages as well?
Although these square brick houses seemed to be able to accommodate more residents than the wooden bungalows, the increase in residents was not as simple as the accumulation of numbers. Once the population exceeded a certain limit, the demand on the city would increase exponentially. First of all, the demand for food and water had increased significantly. Secondly, the expansion of the shantytown and slums had led to the deterioration of public security. Finally, even the disposal of feces had become a thorny problem.
At the end of the second Battle of Divine Will, Taquila had encountered such a problem. As the major cities fell one after another, the number of people pouring into the Holy City increased rapidly. Not only did the city not strengthen its defense, but it also almost paralyzed the entire city. The situation was only stabilized when the Union forcibly cleared out a group of refugees.
Because she had experienced it herself, Agatha knew the difficulty of expanding the population of a city. Looking at Nightingale's casual expression, she was skeptical. Maybe Nightingale didn't know the answer and was just fooling her.
In the future, it would be better to ask Vendy for such questions. She thought that at least Vendy's attitude seemed more sincere.
Passing through the crowded streets, Agatha followed the prince and the others up a section of the city wall that was built with mud. This kind of low wall was not towering or sturdy at all. There were no barbs buried in the wall, and there was no moat around it. The demons did not even need construction equipment. They could climb up on their own.
The disappointment in her heart increased by a notch.
Every hundred steps or so, there was a relatively wide platform that protruded from the front and back of the wall. It seemed that it was left for the installation of the ballistae. After walking along the top of the wall for a short while, Agatha soon saw the object of the test.
The shape of the weapon was so special that it was difficult for people to ignore its existence.
It was a long metal tubular object. It looked a bit like an iron spear that had been enlarged several times, but it did not have a spear tip. It was smooth all over and looked silver-gray. It did not seem to be made of iron. The components at the end of the long tube were more complicated. In addition to the fixed bracket, there were two shorter tubes attached to the main tube. There were neither ropes nor arrow grooves. From its appearance, it did not seem to be a large ballistae or a catapult.
But she also had not figured out how to use this thing to attack the enemy.
"This is Border Town's latest weapon, the 152mm Stronghold Standard Artillery, a symbol of justice and glory!" The prince raised his hand and said, "Compared to the 12-pound field artillery, it has many improvements and all kinds of indicators are outstanding. It can definitely be called an epoch-making weapon!"
Agatha could not help but frown. What justice and glory? Stronghold Standard Artillery? It sounds very frivolous. The following series of introductions seemed to be incomparably awkward. They were completely made up words. Is he really the knowledgeable and multi-talented prince that Vendy talked about? Is he really the prince who is deeply trusted by the witches?
"Clap, clap, clap." Nightingale was the only one who applauded. The atmosphere seemed a bit stiff for a moment.
"Ahem," Roland cleared his throat. "Then let's cut the crap and start the test. Iron Axe, start. "
"Yes, Your Highness." Three people dressed in the same uniform immediately moved.
Agatha stood to the side and stared at each of these people's movements, hoping to figure out the operating principle of this weapon.
She saw one person slide down the iron block at the end of the long tube. Another person immediately inserted an orange-yellow pointed object into the tube, and then closed the iron block.
"Reporting, the preparation is complete. We can fire!"
"Everyone cover your ears." The prince demonstrated and nodded. "Fire."
Wait … they're ready so quickly? Agatha was just about to open her mouth to ask when a loud bang suddenly exploded in her ears! Her head suddenly buzzed, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The front end of the long metal tube erupted with an orange-red flame. It was dazzling and short-lived. At that moment, she felt the powerful force contained in the flame. The wall under her feet seemed to tremble. A wave of heat hit her face, and her body almost couldn't stand and took two steps back. The cannon itself suddenly sank back, but it quickly returned to its original position.
"..." Nightingale supported her from behind and seemed to be saying something, but she could only faintly hear the faint intermittent voice, as if it came from a very far place... It was not until the buzzing gradually subsided that her hearing returned to normal. "Are you all right?"
She shook her head and looked at the empty snowfield in front of her, but she didn't see any change.
Was this flame just to scare the enemy?
"Did you see where it landed?" The prince asked a witch with green hair beside him.
"It hit behind a small hill. The closest one is the red flag." The latter observed for a while. "But it's still a lot farther."
The red flag? Agatha looked at Roland in confusion. What are they talking about?
Fortunately, the prince quickly answered her doubts. "This weapon can be used to shoot the cannonball like a crossbow. It's used to hit the enemy that's still far away. In order to observe the range of the cannonball, I asked Lightning to put down colored flags every one kilometer. The red flag is the last one, and it's set up five kilometers away. " He explained, "According to the size you're familiar with, one kilometer is almost more than three hundred feet, which is close to a distance of one kilometer."
Agatha froze on the spot. Did the other party mean that it had just thrown the bolt it had stuffed into it five kilometers away? Obviously, there are no ropes or power accumulators. How did it do that? One had to know that even Siege Beasts that relied on Mana only had a maximum range of three to four kilometers. If he wasn't lying, as long as they build a tall and thick city wall with this weapon, they can effectively stop the demons' attack.
But … it's not easy to shoot a weapon with such an amazing range.
"I can't see where the cannonball will land. I always feel that something is missing." The prince touched his chin. "Next, I'll test three rapid shots to attack close targets."
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