Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"William, if you keep fucking grinding, the enemy's catapult will be built!"

John picked up the monocular and took a look. Then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he turned around and raised his head, shouting loudly to the knight who was directing the soldiers to carry the artillery at the corner of the stairs.

"It'll be ready soon, Captain!"

The knight named William waved and shouted in response, then turned and rushed behind the cannon to help drag it up.

boom! boom! boom!

Just as Count Orrig was about to say something to encourage morale, three loud noises sounded one after another with echoes.

"Careful! Dodge the muskets!"

Dwarf Boris reminded the surrounding soldiers loudly and at the same time, he pulled the knight beside him towards him.

Ding~ding~ding~

Several iron pellets slammed into both sides of the crenel, and more went away from the middle.

It's a musket!

John, who had barely escaped the disaster, suddenly started to sweat on his forehead. If he had been hit by the group of iron pellets that whizzed by just now, even if he had the title and strength of a paladin, he would not be able to escape serious injury.

"Thank you brother, I owe you my life."

John glanced at the dwarf gratefully, then raised his shield and carefully looked out of the crenel.

That is...

Sylvanian mercenaries!

damn it!

These crazy people who want money rather than their lives!

As a Bretonnian knight, especially the leader of a knightly country, John Telveld's knowledge and ability are naturally beyond doubt, so he recognized the origin of the group of musketeers outside the city wall at a glance.

Boots, a round top hat, a triangular waist bag, a leather marching bag, a water bottle, a bedroll, a washbasin, etc., are all equipment that should be carried on the body at all times, whether it is combat or daily life equipment, except for those with the most social status in the province of Sigmar Sylvania. Bottom man, he couldn't think of anything else.

boom! boom! boom!

Ten seconds later, the musket rang out again.

"Why so fast?"

Boris muttered in confusion. He had never touched firearms in his previous life, but he still saw them. In his memory, although the muskets were powerful, changing ammunition was time-consuming, and the complicated steps were simply torture for him. .

"It's a three-stage shooting, that is, shooting in sequence. After one round of firing, the first row has already completed reloading. This cycle repeats to achieve the effect of uninterrupted shooting.

Regarding his savior, John naturally did not skimp on his knowledge and patiently explained to the dwarf.

In the Kingdom of Bretonnia, which advocates chivalry, knights and nobles with long-range weapons are extremely unfavorable. Except for necessary siege equipment, the rest, whether it is bows, crossbows or muskets, are civilian talents to them. Something that will be used.

Therefore, there are only knights and knights squires in a Bretonnian regular army, and its long-range troops are either temporarily recruited peasant archers or mercenaries in the territory.

Bretonnian knights despise enemies who use long-range weapons, but this does not mean that they will despise their opponents. The nobles who are well aware of their own strengths and weaknesses, in addition to discussing tactics, are most interested in studying the arms of various countries.

Even regional mercenaries are no exception.

The Sylvanian mercenaries were the ones John had revisited not long ago.

A region where nobility and common people were completely isolated, a region where most common people could not keep up with the lowest tenant farmers in Bretonnia, yet it had become famous in the world.

Money is not life!

...

At the same time, a party from Asele visited Fort Artabis.

"Hello, distinguished Baron Elizabeth, I am Mahali, the lord of Cthulhu City. On the order of my lord Tess Emir, I am here to discuss cooperation matters with you and Duke Chen Sheng."

As he spoke, Mahali's eyes kept glancing at the white tower on the right. In addition to being amazed in his heart, he believed a lot of the rumors about the Duke of the East.

"It's unfortunate that you came here. Duke Chen Sheng left in a hurry after building the sentry tower. It is said that the Holy Spring Manor was besieged by Strig."

Elizabeth pointed to the tower and explained with a smile, but in her heart she put something on the urgent agenda.

That is to strengthen the surrounding investigation.

She never expected that the entire battle with the greenskins would be monitored the entire time!

...

"Come out!"

After leaving an accompanying merchant and his team in Atabisburg, Mahali led the team straight to the hillside where they came from, and ordered 300 well-equipped horse archers to leap from the back of the hillside. out.

"Target, Holy Spring Manor!"

It is Mahali's consistent style to accept tasks, fail to achieve the goal, and never give up. Although the Emir gave him contact and obtained certain cooperation content, now that he meets people and reaches a contract, he is naturally shameless. Go back.

Let's go support that Eastern Duke!

...

At this time, the battle at Holy Spring Manor was fierce. There was a steady stream of skeleton soldiers and zombie soldiers on the city wall who were tireless and fearless of death. The Sylvanian Musketeers under the city wall hid in the range of the crossbows. outside,

"Look, it's Sir Greg!"

After a knight slashed the skeleton soldier who had just poked his head to pieces with a sword, he saw Greg speeding towards him in the distance.

"I have found Duke Chen Sheng, and since his army is behind me, come on, everyone, don't give yourself a chance to embarrass yourself!"

"You come with me."

Under the instructions of Count Orrig, a knight quickly mounted his horse and ran around the knights who were waiting.

With the gritted efforts of hundreds of attendants, they tried to push open the iron city gate that had been blocked by a large number of skeletons.

"Knights, charge with me!"

The leading knight shouted loudly, flicked the reins, and the horse nodded in response, and then rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

boom~long~long~

The knights who followed were not to be outdone, and while skewering skulls with their lances, they competed with each other for speed.

Boom~

The trebuchet fired!

Under the control of the vampire Catron, the servants around the five trebuchets flipped the switches at the same time, and hundreds of fist-sized stones fell on the wall of the Holy Spring Manor like a goddess scattering flowers.

bang~

A Jade Warrior used his shield in time to block a stone that flew towards a female militiaman. The huge impact instantly made a dent in the shield.

Then the two of them crashed into the edge of the city wall. When they were about to fall off the wall, their companions caught them in time.

"Knights, charge me"

After joining the knights, Greg unceremoniously took over the temporary command. He led the knights team straight towards the trebuchet.

"Are they crazy? How dare you?!"

Catron in the carriage exclaimed when he saw this scene. In order to protect himself and the siege camp, he not only awakened his own bodyguard under the box - the Black Knight, but also begged his cousin to bring a full army. Tomb goblin.