In the end, the stone cannons did not fire a second shot.
To make it easier for the operators to observe the enemy and the landing point, the duke had built six high platforms in the city for the cannons and catapults. In other words, the height of the towers was higher than the city walls, and any movement of the enemy could not escape the eyes of the attackers.
This was supposed to be a foolproof choice. The high vantage point could not only improve the shooting efficiency, increase the range of the cannons and catapults, but also put a strong sense of pressure on the enemy.
But in the face of the incredible cannons of Roland's army, the high platforms became eye-catching targets.
For the first time, Wilion felt that a quarter of an hour was so long.
The explosions on the city walls seemed to have never stopped.
Just as the family soldiers were working hard to load snow powder, a cannonball landed on the high platform on the right.
In an instant, it was as if a bright sun had risen on the platform, engulfing the huge stone cannon and more than twenty people. Then, the bright red flames turned into countless tentacles, rushing in all directions. The buildings in the city also shook violently, raising a cloud of yellow dust.
A broken bronze pipe flew out of the flames and hit the side of another platform before falling straight to the ground. It fell into a group of people who were moving stones. The body of flesh showed its fragility and powerlessness at this moment. When the barrel rolled twice and stopped, there was already a pile of red and brown meat on the ground. And those unlucky people whose hands and feet were crushed, but who were still breathing, held their broken limbs and screamed, hoping that someone would give them a quick death.
But Wilion had no time to care about them.
The watchtower was also an obvious target for the enemy. As soon as the top of the wall turned into a sea of fire, the nobles lost the courage to continue watching and immediately retreated. And this decision was obviously the right one. The speed of the enemy's cannons was far faster than they had imagined. Almost every ten breaths, a round of cannonballs would hit the ground, and the accuracy was getting higher and higher. The area around the city walls had become an extremely dangerous area.
At first, there were fireballs rising outside the city, but then they all hit the city and moved toward the high platforms and the city gate. Smoke billowed in the city, debris flew everywhere, and the roars and howls mixed together, like a scene from hell.
When the enemy finally stopped shooting, not only were the six platforms destroyed, but the city gate had also been blasted open.
According to the plan, the Duke's soldiers should immediately put down iron fences or dragon-breaking stones to block the way into the city. At the same time, they should be ready to block the attack. However, after experiencing such a terrible bombardment, it was impractical for them to continue to hold their posts. Flames flowed along the grease, and charred corpses could be seen all over the city walls. Even if some people were lucky enough to escape, they had completely lost the courage to fight, not to mention those who had been forcibly recruited.
Those who could run had already run away. Those who were left were either scared out of their wits or were seriously injured and had no strength to run anymore.
Wilion had expected to lose, but he had not expected it to happen so quickly.
They hadn't even injured a single one of their opponents, yet their defensive line had already collapsed. In these two years … what had Roland done?
"Sir, this … we can't fight anymore …"
"Let's just surrender."
"That's right. Surrendering doesn't mean admitting defeat. We can always find another opportunity."
"You're right. As long as they stay in the Eastern Region, they'll get their revenge sooner or later."
"If His Majesty Timothy were here, he wouldn't blame you. You've done your best. You can only blame the enemy for being too cruel."
After a moment of silence, Wilion turned to look at Grina.
Grina had pushed away a burning wooden beam to protect him when she retreated. The scattered charcoal had burned off a corner of her hair and left two black marks on her face. Even so, her eyes were still as bright as before, without a trace of frustration or embarrassment. "I'll listen to you."
The Duke took a deep breath and said, "You surrender."
"Sir … what about you?"
"I didn't prepare for two years just to leave a reputation of surrendering without a fight," he said slowly. "I have to make Roland understand that powerful force can't conquer everything. His Majesty Timothy also has fearless vassals. Grina, where's my Knight Regiment? "
Chief Knight said without hesitation, "They're all on standby in the second ambush zone."
"No need to hide. Let them all come to the city gate," Wilion ordered. "Viscount Alibok, withdraw all the traps we've prepared."
"Withdraw? Why? "the nobles asked in surprise.
"Those traps alone can't stop the enemy. It's better to let them in and have a head-on charge. At this point, someone has to give us an explanation." The Duke found himself surprisingly calm at the last moment. No matter what, this scene would be recorded in the history books, and he would have a clear conscience about His Majesty.
…
An hour later, Roland's army finally appeared at the city gate. They moved very cautiously. First, a small team dismantled the broken door planks and occupied both entrances and exits. Then, the rest of the troops followed. Stepping into the city, they quickly piled up a simple camp in the middle of the long street and pushed two strange flintlocks to the front.
Wilion did not care what they were going to do. He raised the reins and slowly led the Knight Regiment out from the corner of the street and lined up along the street.
The seven Knight Regiment and 15 squires were his last counterattack force.
This also convinced the Duke of the necessity and superiority of the aristocratic system.
In the face of such a desperate situation, only the nobles who understood loyalty, honor, and duty could still muster up the courage to charge at the enemy.
He pulled down his helmet and set up his spear. Facing the increasing number of invaders, he let out a long sigh.
"Although we've failed today, history will not forget us. Everyone's name will become a poem and be sung in songs. Muster up the courage and fight fearlessly to the last moment! Knight of the Borg Family, charge with me! "
"Victory —!"
Wilion waved the reins and led his men to speed up along the long street, charging at the enemy's position.
The billowing smoke and the unextinguished flames were the best embellishments on the battlefield. For a moment, the Duke felt that this was the right place for him.
Soon, the charging distance was shortened by half and the horse's speed increased to the maximum. However, he did not hear the drumming of hooves behind him. Turning around, Wilion could not help but be stunned. He was surprised to find that the more than 20 people who had charged at the beginning had disappeared. Only Galina was still by his side.
There was more than one road on this street. It was connected to many forks and alleys. At that moment, Wilion understood the cause and effect.
"Why … did this happen?"
He wanted to ask, but when he saw the female Knight Regiment's affectionate eyes, he suddenly felt that everything was not important anymore.
"This ending is not bad."
"At least I have you by my side, don't you?"
Wilion smiled. He lowered his spear and aimed at the nearest enemy.
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