Filin Schilt was a little surprised when the soldiers of the First Army lined up neatly on the city wall.
As a former star Knight of the Western Region, he was familiar with Knight training, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to keep a group of people in order. Whether it was a Knight or a mercenary, when they were inspected by the lord, there would be no more than five people in a row. This was because the line was too long, so it was easy to stagger. In the eyes of the crowd in the distance, it looked like a mess and was really an eyesore.
The more people there were, the more difficult it was to control. However, this group of soldiers had more than 100 people, and there were more than 10 people in each row. Coupled with the uniform color clothes and the bright ribbons in front of their chests, they looked like a moving phalanx.
This visual impact made Filin feel an unstoppable momentum. Once they could maintain the formation, the advantage of having a large number of people would be vividly reflected.
This could also be seen from the enthusiastic response of the crowd around him.
"Look at the third row, that's my child!"
"They're walking so orderly!"
"It's almost like they're one person!"
"If it were a battle between two armies, I'm afraid the enemy would be scared out of their wits at the sight of this formation."
"Ha, I think they should run away at the sight of His Majesty's name."
"What's the name of this song?"
"I don't know, but... I feel full of strength!"
"That's the magic effect of Miss Echo."
"It's a pity that Mey can't see this scene with her own eyes." Irene said, holding The Light Of Dawn's arm. "If it were her, she would definitely be able to reproduce this exciting scene in a play."
"She's pregnant, so of course she can't stand on the city wall with you in the cold wind." Filin shook his head with a smile. "Don't worry, there will definitely be more opportunities in the future. I bet there will only be more and more such activities in the future. "
Whether it was the Knight's inspection or the artillery drill, they were all means for the lord to show his strength. The strength that Neverwinter had accumulated so far had already exceeded everyone's imagination. His Majesty still had a lot of territories to conquer. With such a team, it would not be surprising if he could bring all four kingdoms under his rule. In order to convince people, such a display was naturally necessary.
"Do you want to join the team, my dear?" she asked abruptly.
"What?" The Light Of Dawn was stunned.
"I can feel it." Irene smiled at him. "Your heart is beating so fast now."
"Is that so …" Filin exhaled a breath of white air. "So that's how it is. Even if my father didn't say that, I probably wouldn't be a teacher for the rest of my life."
Sir Schilt was right. If he really loved books so much, he wouldn't have decided to become a Knight and become a household name, The Light Of Dawn.
The army was the most suitable place for him.
He wanted to follow the First Army and become His Majesty's sword. He wanted to fight everywhere and expand the kingdom's territory to an unprecedented level.
Although His Majesty had said that a Knight who surrendered would never have the chance to pick up a weapon again, according to his father, there were other ways to join the First Army.
"I wonder what the Adviser Department of His Majesty is like now."
He stared at the artillerymen entering the firing position as if he was looking at himself in the future.
…
The music stopped.
It was an instruction to prepare to shoot.
Van 'er ordered the artillerymen to aim at the target.
The six Longsong Cannons placed on the widened area of the city wall lowered their barrels and aimed at the cage 300 meters away. At this distance, the cannonballs would almost not fall but would fly in a straight line toward the target. Since the demonic beasts' bodies might not touch the fuse, the accuracy of the muzzles was lower so that the cannonballs could hit the snow under the cage.
"Holy sh * t, this guy is so ugly." Narson whistled. The cannons he was in charge of were aiming at a large wolf-bear species. The latter seemed to have sensed that something was amiss and struggled to break free from its shackles. Its massive body slammed into the cage, causing it to sway non-stop.
"Be serious." Van 'er frowned and said, "This isn't the usual training. Everyone is watching us."
"I feel a little nervous." Cat's Claw's voice was slightly stiff. "Being stared at by so many people makes me want to pee …"
Many people felt the same way.
"Yeah, it's even more uncomfortable than when we faced the charge of the Duke's Knight Regiment."
"If we miss it, we'll be laughed at by the whole city."
"Just do as we did in the previous training. Cut the crap!" Van 'er glared at Cat's Claw. "Remember not to confuse a live bullet with a headless one. If something goes wrong, you'll be put in detention. Now, load! "
After entering the loading process, the scene suddenly became busy. No matter how they felt, the long-term training had made them all familiar with their movements, and they could complete the operation even with their eyes closed.
Compared with the 12-pound field artillery, the 152-millimeter Longsong Cannons were loaded much faster. When all six cannons were ready, Iron Axe's countdown came from the top of the city wall.
"Ten, nine, eight …"
The noise of the audience stopped abruptly, as if they were waiting for the moment when the muzzle burst out with fire and thunder.
However, Van 'er was unexpectedly calm. Looking at the crazily roaring demonic beast in the cage, he thought of his brother who died of hunger and cold in his arms four years ago. He thought of the days when he trained day and night just to eat one more egg. He also thought of the days when he held a spear and fought with demonic beasts on the rubble city wall.
The changes in the past few years were still vivid in his mind.
"Five, four, three …"
He was originally just an ordinary miner in the old neighborhood of Border Town. It was not until His Majesty said, "I have faith in you. Do a good job." Van 'er made up his mind to stay in the Militia and fight to protect His Majesty's territory from the demonic beasts. But even so, he did not expect that he would come to this point today.
Van 'er secretly turned his head and looked at the man in gray in the distance. Roland Wimbledon was the reason why he was so calm. As long as His Majesty stood behind him, no matter what kind of enemy he faced, he would not take a step back.
"… Two, one! Fire! "
"Fire!"
Van 'er waved his arm fiercely.
The six Longsong Cannons spewed out long flames and smoke at the same time. The huge roar turned the snow on the wall into flying white mist. The distance of 300 meters was almost covered in the blink of an eye. When people heard the deafening sound of the cannons, the cannonballs had already fallen in front of the hybrid demonic beast.
The compressed fuse touched the double-base gunpowder in the warhead. In a flash, six mud columns rose from the snow and tore the wooden cage into pieces. The seemingly strong body of the demonic beast was like a piece of paper in front of the raging airwaves. Wood debris mixed with steaming flesh and blood rushed into the sky. Intestines and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.
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