The White Water River flowed from the southern part of the Leslie Family's territory to the northern foot of the Dark Mountain Range. Count Peibo stood on the bow of the "warship", watching the new walls of Tanzania Town slowly recede in his line of sight as his heart filled with ambition.
"Warship" was just a name to scare people, it was actually just a large merchant ship in the river. However, the Peibo Family had the best ship building technology in the Southern Territory, so any ship they made was the strongest of its kind. In this place that was far away from the sea and didn't have any real warships, Farronin?? Peibo's merchant ships were the best warships.
Come to think of it, ever since the Church of Storms degenerated into the Children of Storms, and the humans were completely sealed off from the continent by the magic tides of the sea, the Age of Great Voyages had come to an end. The various nautical technologies and concepts of water combat that had just sprouted died without much development. Humans had struggled on the limited inland rivers for hundreds of years, so it was inevitable that their warship technology was outdated.
These "warships" that were made from merchant ships and cargo ships were the capital that Count Peibo was proud of.
One was Farronin?? A noble that Peibo was familiar with came to the bow and stood beside Count Peibo. Looking at the receding walls of Tanzania, he couldn't help saying in an emotional voice, "Look at these new walls. Viscount Leslie built them in a single year ….. God knows how much money he made from those ships of ores. "
"Backed by Cecil, who is full of gold and silver, the sickly Leslie only needs to get two or three gold coins from his master to become rich," Farning said. Peibo looked at the walls of Tanzania Town with an arrogant expression. Although the walls were made of new bricks, he couldn't see any piles of wood or pots of hot oil between the battlements. He could only see a row of old catapults that hadn't been used for a long time on the new walls. He couldn't help shaking his head, "However, people who become rich are shallow in the end. He obediently gave way in the end. There was no glory to speak of and no benefits to share. At most, he could exchange this' cooperation 'for a neutral peace."
"I heard that he wanted to stand on the side of the Cecil family at first, so he ignored the messengers you sent for many days." The noble on the side sighed, "Until Count Hosman personally wrote a letter and sent a messenger, he finally agreed to open the river and let the army pass ….. It was too unwise. If he knew this earlier, he would have cooperated from the beginning. "
"If he had cooperated from the beginning, I would have been worried that he would throw stones from above when the army passed through the river." Count Peibo couldn't help but laugh. "Viscount Andrew has been with the Cecil family since last year. It's normal for him to hesitate when the situation changes."
As he spoke, dozens of large and small ships had sailed across the river in front of Tanzania Town. The soldiers of the Leslie Family stood on the wall, watching the Coalition Army that was preparing to attack Cecil's territory pass by them.
After the wind changed direction, the fleet began to speed up. The double force of the sails and the oars made these sturdy wooden ships shoot like arrows towards Cecil's territory. The mages brought by the nobles activated the runes on both sides of the hull, further reducing the impact of the waves on the ships. After sailing like this for half a day, the fleet began to see continuous dense forests on both sides, and the Whitewater River became narrow and turbulent.
Count Peibo came to the bow again and looked at the river with a little curiosity. He found that there were no other ships in sight except for his own fleet.
This seemed to be normal. Those who were well-informed should have heard about the war. No other ships would be sailing on the river at this time.
But he was curious about where the fleet was now, so he called a Knight who was on sentry duty nearby. "How far are we from Cecil's territory?"
"Sir, we're almost at the Frost Forest Village Sawmill!" Knight immediately replied with a salute. "Frost Forest Village is the westernmost village of Cecil's territory."
"Very well, we'll take that place first. Then, half of our people will go ashore and attack along the river." Count Peibo nodded. He then looked at the lush forests on both sides of the river and could not help but raise his hand with a smile. "You see, the river is narrow, and there are dense forests on both sides. If those Cecil's people have some courage and set up a few battle mages in these forests to ambush us with tidal spells, or attack with heavy crossbows and catapults, we might have a chance to lose one or two ships …"
In a hidden artillery position on the south bank of the Whitewater River, Byron Knight climbed up a tree and looked at the fleet sailing across the river. When more than half of the fleet passed, he finally laughed. Then he picked a fruit from the side and threw it to the messenger under the tree. "Signal! Let's f * cking shoot! "
Two seconds later, dozens of dense air explosions suddenly broke the silence in the dense forest. Dozens of light magic crystal cannonballs of 'Persuader Type-I' and several heavy 'Justice Type-I' cannonballs rushed out of the muzzles of the accelerator rails and rushed out of the camouflage vines and leaves. They drew deadly arcs in the air one after another and landed heavily in the center of the fleet led by Count Peibo!
Boom! Boom!
One after another, pillars of water suddenly rose from the fleet. Along with the water pillars, there was a huge explosion and a shockwave. Two warships were unfortunately hit by the first volley. The wooden hull was like paper in front of the inexplicable explosion. The first warship was blown up in the middle and broke into two on the spot. The other warship was even more miserable. A heavy artillery shell exploded at the bottom of the ship, blowing the entire ship out of the water and causing it to break apart in the air.
A second ago, it was still a quiet river, and the next second, it was a fiery explosion from the sky. Tragic deaths. Almost none of the Knight and the militia on the warships realized what had happened. They were already in a huge mess. The screams of people and the cries of dying livestock instantly rang in every ship. But in the artillery position on the south bank, Byron Knight had just gotten up from the ground.
"You shook me off the ground!" Mr. Knight, a mercenary, rarely restrained himself in front of the feudal lord, let alone in front of his own soldiers. He patted the mud off his body and shouted loudly, "Look carefully before you shoot! You only hit two of them after dozens of shots! Aren't you ashamed?! Persuader's cannon team, shoot the ones closer first. Don't you mess with the heavy artillery! "
The camouflage on each railgun was removed, and the continuous explosion began to reverberate throughout the entire position. In the middle of the Whitewater River, the mighty and majestic coalition fleet was now in great panic and catastrophic chaos. Although most of the shells still fell into the water due to the lack of artillery training, the immaturity of the new weapon tactics, and the difficulty of shooting moving targets on the river, the huge water column in the water and the warships that exploded from time to time still frightened those who were still alive. But what made the Knight and the mages on the ship feel even more desperate was that they had no way to fight back, and there was no way to even be safe!
These people on the warships were just staying on the ship. Ninety percent of them had no concept of fighting on the water. These so-called "warships" had almost no ability to meet the enemy on the water. Several heavy crossbows and small trebuchets installed on the deck were useless at the moment. The people operating them could not even see where the enemy was!
At the end of the day, the ships were just a means of transportation for the coalition forces. The real battle in their imagination was to let the Knight and the soldiers go ashore after the ships docked — just like in every previous "war." And in all fairness, it should be the same in a war between the nobles. Cecil's people should even take the initiative to step aside so that the soldiers of the coalition forces could disembark and get into formation. Then, they would have a fair duel between the Knight and the army. This was the rule of war between the nobles!
But now … what the hell is this?!
What are Cecil's people doing? Is this the doing of Cecil's people?
Farronin? Peibo stood blankly on the bow of the crumbling ship, watching the ships that his family had accumulated over the years turn into debris and sink into the water one after another. The blood of the dead soldiers dyed the floating wreckage a dazzling bright red. The Knight in heavy plate armor and the mages in heavy robes struggled among the blood, wreckage, and corpses. One by one, they were swallowed by the turbulent water of the Whitewater River. He even watched Viscount Lockswaal, a noble known for his elegance, calmness, and wisdom, sink in front of him with a broken plank in his arms. The bright flag of the viscount's family was still floating on the water not far away …
"What the hell … happened?" Count Peibo stared at the scene in a daze. The drastic change in reality was beyond his comprehension. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him had become a bizarre and absurd play, and he was standing on the stage of this incomprehensible play. He closed his eyes and covered his ears to block out all his senses, and recalled the comfortable velvet bed in his castle. A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and let go of his ears. Baron Krandolph's body, which had died with his eyes open, sank in the same place as Viscount Lockswaal.
"It's over, it's all over …"
No matter where this disaster came from, it was all over now.
At this moment, Farronin?? Peibo suddenly saw something happening in the distance from the corner of his eyes.
He saw the soldiers who had fallen into the water struggling to swim to the riverbank, and a large number of soldiers wearing strange armor and holding strange equipment appeared on the riverbank. These soldiers pointed the strange equipment on their arms at the soldiers who swam ashore and tied them up one by one.
It was Cecil's people. They had destroyed the entire coalition fleet in an incomprehensible way.
"Sir! Sir!"
The personal knight shouted loudly, "Franin!" Peibo woke up with a start. Knight was injured by the aftermath of the explosion, and now his face was covered in blood. He took Peibo's hand and shook it anxiously. "Sir! Go! Get on the boat and go! "
Peibo finally reacted. No matter how shocked, frightened, and nervous, at this moment, he gave way to the desire to survive. He immediately followed Knight to the direction where the escape boat was parked, and asked loudly as he ran. "Where is Viscount Kopani?"
"Viscount Kopani is dead. I don't know how he died. There is no wound on his body, but his internal organs are all shattered!" Knight shouted. "Many people who stood with Viscount Kopani are dead. I'm afraid they were killed by a curse!"
Peibo felt a thin layer of cold sweat coming out of his body. His already fat body burst out with amazing speed at this moment. He rushed to the place where the escape boat was parked in a few steps. He jumped on with Knight and called out to the nearby soldiers. "Row the boat! Row the boat! "
The lifeboats left the big ships, and the oarsmen desperately waved the oars to make the lifeboats flee madly in the continuous explosions. Soon, they escaped from the middle part of the fleet where the explosions were the densest. Count Peibo saw that the big ships at the end of the fleet were trying their best to turn around. They were clumsy and slow. Even with the help of magic runes and the oarsmen, it would be difficult for them to escape the explosions that were about to hit them.
Only a few big ships and a dozen small ships escaped from the terrible hell. Peibo did not even know how he escaped. He felt that he was rocking on the boat for a long time before the nightmarish explosion and the sharp whistling sound of something cutting through the air finally disappeared in his mind. Seeing the familiar wall of Tanzania in front of him, the frightened count dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
After confirming that there were no pursuers behind, Peibo's expression became more relaxed. The fear on Peibo's face calmed down a little. He looked at the towering walls of Tanzania and heaved a sigh of relief as he consoled himself. "Fortunately, this is no longer the land of the Cecils. Otherwise, if there were to be an ambush on the walls, my life would be over."
As he spoke, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the wall of Tanzania Town. Then, one after another, strange devices with some kind of metal rails appeared between the battlements.
With the sudden light of magic between these metal rails, the nightmarish explosion and whistling sound were overwhelming.
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