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Roland walked into the messy castle. Pérot and Earl Hull were already kneeling on one knee in the hall, welcoming his arrival.
The corpses on the ground had all been moved away, but the smell of blood still lingered. Broken furnishings and broken weapons could be seen everywhere. He could almost imagine the scene of repeated battles between the two sides during the battle for the castle.
"Get up." Roland walked in front of him, bent down and held his arm.
"Yes." Pérot's voice was a little choked. "Your Highness, you're finally here."
"You did a good job," he said in a low voice. "The four families will pay the price for this, and the murderers will be brought to justice."
"I couldn't defend Longsong Stronghold for you …"
"You did your best. It's not your fault," Roland sighed. Pérot was not a good manager, which could be seen from the previous capture of the city by the light cavalry and the current noble rebellion. He was good at managing the territory, was very proficient in trade, and was also good at seizing opportunities. But he was not a political strategist, and was not good at fighting and conspiring. If the Second Army had not been stationed in the castle according to emergency measures, he would not have been able to hold on for two days.
But this did not mean that Pérot Hull was not a good manager. If he was not good at fighting, he should have given him a territory that did not need to fight. Compared to a talent who could fight, Roland preferred an operator who had the mind of a businessman. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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"I believe there must be a reason for this riot." He looked around at all the people present. "This is a complete conspiracy. The enemy is trying to subvert the order of the Western Region, so as to obtain benefits that do not belong to them!"
The scene quieted down. Whether it was the soldiers of the First Army who were on guard with guns, or the wounded Knight behind Pérot, they all looked at His Highness with burning eyes.
"For this, they did not hesitate to commit felonies, murder the nobles, and slaughter the people. After today's battle, it was unknown how many people would lose their families and how many houses would be ransacked. But in the end, their plot did not succeed. It was your unyielding resistance that prevented the fortress from falling into an even greater tragedy. Your performance was heroic, and your willpower is commendable! "
The Knight unknowingly puffed out his chest a little higher.
"However, the battle is not over yet. These traitors are fleeing in panic. Next, it's time for us to take revenge! I swear, no matter where the enemy hides, they will not be able to escape the judgment that will come, whether it is in the territory of the four great families … or in the capital! " Roland paused, then said firmly, "And the culprit who started the rebellion will definitely be punished! Your blood … will not flow in vain! "
"Long live His Highness!" Pérot and Earl Hull knelt down again.
"Long live His Highness! Long live His Highness!" Then, the surviving Knight and the soldiers of the Second Army shouted.
Soon, everyone was kneeling on one knee. Their upper bodies were straight, and their right hands were placed on their chests as they shouted a slogan in unison.
"Long live Prince Roland!"
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After comforting the people present, Roland summoned Pérot, Van 'er, Brian, and Iron Axe to the study on the third floor of the castle. This was the only place that had not been invaded, and all the furnishings were basically intact. He knew that he would probably have to spend the next few days here.
First, he had to learn about the situation in the city. He looked at Iron Axe, who immediately reported, "The witches have recaptured the North and East Gates that the four great families occupied. Now the First Army, under the guidance of Miss Sylvie, is cleaning up the rebels in the city. They should be able to restore order in the city by tomorrow morning."
"What about the casualties?"
"So far, a total of six people have been injured, all from the Rifle Battalion, but they have been treated by Miss Nana."
"What about the Second Army? Have you calculated? "
"Not yet … but according to the current information, the casualties are relatively heavy." Brian hesitated. "The two squads that went to support the city wall were defeated and haven't been regrouped yet. Of the 50 people guarding the castle, 11 were killed, and almost none of the soldiers patrolling on the city wall survived. "
Roland nodded. The fact that these 100 people could hold on for two days was due to the low intensity of the war in this era, especially when the enemy lacked effective siege weapons. The defending side often had a greater advantage. If the enemy had not used firearms, it would have been very difficult to break into the Lord's castle by relying on the flesh and blood of the mercenaries and personal guards. At the beginning of the design, this building had fully taken into account the fact that it could prevent enemy attacks.
Thinking of this, he ordered Iron Axe, "Bring me some firearms used by the rebels and let me have a look."
Roland was very concerned about the new hot weapons in this era. Although he had known that this day would come sooner or later since the birth of the snow powder, Timothy's speed of research and development really surprised him.
Iron Axe quickly carried out the order. Half an hour later, several long-barreled weapons of different lengths and shapes were carried into the study by the soldiers.
After seeing the real thing, Roland quickly understood why the other party was able to create this batch of weapons in such a short time.
In a sense, these long-barreled weapons could not be called flintlocks. They had no trigger or firing mechanism. They were just metal pipes with holes at both ends. One end was deeper and was used to load gunpowder and bullets, with a needle-like hole at the end for ignition. The other end was shallower and was inserted into a bamboo pole or wooden stick to act as a handle.
In terms of structure, it was very similar to the prototype of the flintlock, the Flintlock.
The loading process of this primitive firearm was the same as that of a flintlock, but it was more troublesome to fire. It required the gunman to clamp the wooden pole under his armpit and hold an open flame in his other hand to ignite the gunpowder. Due to the limited posture, it was impossible to aim accurately and could only roughly point forward.
But it was still an out-and-out hot weapon. Apart from all kinds of inconveniences, its firing principle was exactly the same as that of a flintlock, and the barrel and bullets were no different from those of a later generation. Therefore, it was far more powerful than a crossbow. As long as it hit, even a Knight's armor would not be able to withstand it.
Furthermore, it was obvious that Timothy had spent a lot of effort to modify these Flintlock Spears. Some of them were made of rolled iron, with clear traces of hammering left on the body, while others were probably made of wrought copper, with a relatively smooth surface. Considering that these were only experimental products for the four families, Timothy's own firearms should be better.
But... no matter how good a Flintlock gun was, it was still a Flintlock gun.
When the spring offensive was launched, the king would have no chance of winning against the Western Region army equipped with revolving rifles, bolt rifles, and heavy machine guns.
Roland turned his eyes back to the four people. "From tomorrow on, the First Army will recover the suburbs of Longsong Stronghold one by one. Any nobles who resist can be shot on the spot. I hope that in a week, the whole Western Region will be unified!"
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