The production of the artillery was also steadily advancing. The second cannon embryo had already entered the enlarging stage, while the third cannon was still in the process of accumulating materials.
If he was lucky, after a month, he would have a magnificent lineup of four 12-pound cannons. There was no doubt about the superiority of firepower, but how to turn this advantage into victory, this was a problem that Roland had been thinking about.
Before he had crossed over, he was just a mechanical dog. Like most people, his understanding of war came from history, movies and games. If it was a completely cold weapon war, he would let Carter and Iron Axe command. But this battle was not the same, no one could understand the combat style of hot weapons better than himself.
That being the case, he could only combine all the knowledge he knew, and use a vision that was higher than this era to formulate every step of the plan.
In order to ensure victory, Roland let Lightning go back and forth between Longsong Stronghold and Border Town every day, first to observe the road conditions, and second to accurately calculate the distance. Roland believed that victory in war was based on a lot of investigation and calculation. Whether it was the development of tactics or the deduction of the battle situation, it was inseparable from these two points.
Using the measurements set by the last time he cast the cannon, he made several one-meter-long iron rods and one-hundred-meter-long hemp ropes. Then in the artillery test field west of Border Town, according to the hemp ropes and the wooden rods, he drew out a flight runway about one kilometer long. Lightning practiced controlling the magic consumption, repeatedly crossing the distance of one kilometer at a fixed speed.
When she was proficient in the magic output, Roland began to measure the distance between Longsong Stronghold and Border Town. Using the sundial to get the time to go back and forth, he calculated that the distance between the two places was about 54 kilometers.
Of course, this was only a straight line distance. In fact, if they traveled by land, they would have to make two big turns to avoid the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range. In any case, if the Duke chose to march by land, it would take at least three days to reach Border Town.
With Lightning as the scout, Roland would be able to clearly understand the enemy's position, as well as the actions to take.
Within a range of two kilometers west of Border Town, he had inserted a lot of signal markers to mark the distance. As long as the enemy entered this range, the artillery team could quickly adjust the corresponding muzzle angle without the need for a firing meter.
Now he began to worry, what if the enemy didn't come over?
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Nightingale, who had been lying on the sofa and chewing on dried fish, suddenly disappeared. Roland coughed twice and said: "Come in."
The assistant minister Barov opened the door, "Your Highness, there is a noble from Longsong Stronghold who wants to see you."
"Who?" Roland did not understand for a moment. "They sent another ambassador?"
"Barov" Roland thought for a moment, "Stronghold Stronghold Stronghold Stronghold". "Barov" Roland did not understand.
Roland thought for a moment before remembering that Border Town had indeed been inhabited by nobles in the stronghold. Stronghold said. Moreover, he came here at the beginning of spring. Had he not seen the iron fists of the royal family? "What?". "What"
"of" of ", of" Of Stronghold "Roar". "Was" Roland Roared. "Roland". "Stronghold" Cannon.
Roland wanted to agree, but then he changed his mind, "Let Baron wait for me in the living room."
Maybe I can use him to put a little pressure on Longsong Stronghold, the Prince thought.
After a quarter of an hour, Roland leisurely arrived at the living room. On one side of the long table, a man with a round belly was already waiting impatiently. He walked back and forth, his face trembling with each step. Seeing that His Royal Highness had appeared, the baron stopped and reluctantly bowed.
"Sit down," Roland returned to the main seat and sat down. According to his usual habits, even if it wasn't dinner time, he would let the kitchen prepare a dessert, but today he didn't even let them prepare a cup of tea.
"Your Highness," Baron Cornelius hadn't even sat down when he hurriedly said, "How could you let those stupid masons tear down my house! It was a good house, the walls were made of stone bricks, and the beams and roof were made of the best quality logs. When I built it, it cost me one hundred … no, one hundred and fifty Golden Dragon! "He stretched out his fingers and gestured.
One hundred and fifty, Roland sneered twice in his heart, if he had just arrived in Border Town, with the Prince's memory, he might have believed it. But now … "Do you mean the house in the westernmost part of the town?"
Cornelius nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, that's it. It's the second largest house in the town after Baron Simon's house. "
"That's a pity, it's too close to the wall, blocking the passage of my men." Roland paused for a moment, "But the City Hall has already made compensation."
"How … how much?"
Roland stretched out two fingers, "Twenty Golden Dragon."
"That's too little! Your Highness … "Cornelius opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, he held back. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Well, twenty Golden Dragon, where should I go to get this money?"
"Get?" Roland pretended to be puzzled, "This money has already been paid to the owner of the house."
"What? Wait, wait … I am the owner of the house! "
"Not you, it's Blair, the captain of my second militia."
"Who is that?" The Baron shouted loudly, "Your Highness, you are mistaken! I am the owner of that house! "
"Is that so? But I didn't see you during the winter, "Roland raised his eyebrows," How can you say that house is yours? "
"Of course I went back to Longsong Stronghold. Who would want to stay in this damned place, if I'm not careful, I will be fed to the demonic beasts! "
Idiot, Roland evaluated him in his heart, but he still maintained a flat tone, "So you want to say that because you were afraid of the demonic beasts, you abandoned your lord and ran away, is that it?"
"Uh, I …" The Baron suddenly froze.
"Guards," Roland clapped his hands, two guards immediately came in from the outside of the living room, sandwiching Cornelius in the middle.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what do you mean by this!?"
"It's very simple, now you have two choices," Roland stood up from his seat and contemptuously looked at the other side, "First, you admit that you were wrong, that house doesn't belong to you, I can treat it as a farce, and now let you go. Second, during the Months of the Demons, you betrayed your lord, left your territory without permission, and shamefully fled to Longsong Stronghold. I will put you in prison, and then hang you for defection. Which do you choose? "
Cornelius's forehead was sweating profusely, he swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a while, and then said with a trembling voice: "Your Highness, I … I made a mistake, that house isn't my house."
"So this is a misunderstanding," Roland shrugged and said to the guards, "Send Mr. Baron out of here."
When Cornelius came to the door, the Prince stopped him: "That's right, when you return to Longsong Stronghold by boat, help me send a message, tell those … well, the nobles who will have the same misunderstanding as you. If you don't intend to choose the second option, then you don't have to waste your time coming to Border Town. "
"As … you wish, Your Highness." Cornelius said with a forced smile, but the moment he turned around, Roland saw the other side gnashing his teeth.
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