Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Giles waited for several days in Phantom Wing Castle, constantly sending scouts to the north to investigate the movements of the Kingdom's army.

Based on the various information he received, it seemed that the Kingdom's army was resting in the Fire Forest, and Giles was temporarily relieved.

The vassals who received his warning message led their troops and came to Phantom Wing Castle to join Giles intermittently.

They came in a hurry, and the number of soldiers they brought was not ideal, but Giles finally gathered more than 20,000 troops, and he felt that he had the strength to fight.

At this time, the scout came back to report that the Kingdom's army continued to march south.

Giles immediately led his troops to the Phantom Wing Castle and marched head-on. He decided to defeat the King's army in the field battle to win a decisive victory and completely reverse the situation.

The reason why he did not stay in Phantom Wing Castle was that this was not the only way to the south, and his own 20,000 troops stationed in the fortress could not be used. Giles expected that he could quickly defeat the opponent instead of slowly consuming the opponent.

The two armies finally met in a wilderness, and both sides immediately set up their positions and started fighting!

Giles set a strategy: first use miscellaneous soldiers to test and consume the enemy's strength, and then let the elite undead army give the enemy a heavy blow.

Under his order, a large number of soldiers began to attack the front of the king's army in a chaotic manner. Most of these soldiers were brought by vassals from all over the country, with various equipment and uneven combat power.

The artillery of the kingdom's position roared, first with solid bullets at a long distance, and then with scattershot at a close distance. The morale of the rebel soldiers who were served by artillery shells fell sharply, and they quickly retreated.

Giles was very angry and ordered the supervision team to drive the soldiers to continue charging. After several assaults, the barrels of the king's artillery were hot, and only a few guns were still firing. The rebels finally approached the king's army, and the two sides started hand-to-hand combat.

The participating kingdom army had a total of six infantry regiments, each consisting of a firearms battalion and two pike battalions. When the pikemen fought fiercely with the rebels, the musketeers provided support nearby. They gave priority to attacking those valuable targets, such as knights in armor, who often served as both combat and command.

Under continuous shooting, the rebel knights were knocked to the ground one by one, and the rebel soldiers who followed them would scatter.

Giles noticed the musketeers of the royal army, and he immediately sent longbowmen to suppress them.

The longbowmen were second only to the elite of the Undead Army in Giles' camp. Especially after Giles saw the power of the firearms in the Northwest Bay, he attached more importance to this long-range army under his command. The Grand Duke hoped that they could fight against the muskets on the battlefield.

These warriors wore chains on their shoulders, their wrists were protected by leather ropes and leather blocks, their finger joints had protective leather holsters, their belts were hung with short swords and leather bags, and they were also wearing armor.

They receive training all year round and have excellent archery skills. They can shoot three to six arrows in one minute and accurately hit distant enemies.

Their longbows are made of yew wood after three years of careful crafting. With specially designed arrows, the arrows fired can penetrate chain mail. If the arrows are made more solid, they can even penetrate armor, causing greater casualties to the enemy.

In the telescope, Harrison has seen the gathering of the rebel longbowmen, so he ordered the musketeers to gather together to block the approaching rebel longbowmen.

The long-range units of both sides had a fierce battle.

The lead-gray clouds were so low that they seemed to be within reach. Martin, a musketeer from the third battalion of the second regiment, smelled the smell of gunpowder and damp grass in the air. He subconsciously touched the gunpowder pot on his belt to confirm that it was still there.

On his left, Tom, who also belonged to the 3rd Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, was clamping the matchlock on the snake rod with trembling fingers. The hemp rope soaked in saltpeter exuded a pungent smell.

"Three hundred yards!" The company commander shouted from not far away.

Martin saw that on the gentle slope in the distance, the rebel longbowmen were pulling out those terrifying long arrows from their quivers. The sun occasionally penetrated the clouds and reflected a little cold light on the arrowheads.

The first wave of arrow rain came faster than expected. Martin heard a creepy whistling sound from above his head, like the god of death sharpening his scythe.

He squatted down instinctively, and an arrow flew past his iron helmet and nailed into the soil behind him. The tail of the arrow was still shaking violently.

"Load!" The company commander's roar had become a little hoarse because of the continuous issuance of orders.

Martin quickly poured gunpowder into the barrel, followed by lead bullets and wadding. His fingers became clumsy because of nervousness-after all, this was the first tough battle encountered by the new army. Some gunpowder was scattered on the wet ground. On his right, another young soldier had finished loading and was aiming his gun with trembling hands.

The second wave of arrows from the longbowmen followed. This time Martin heard a scream - an arrow pierced Tom's shoulder blade, he staggered and fell, and the matchlock fell to the ground.

Martin saw Tom's blood soaked the grass under him, and the unlit matchlock was still smoking.

"Fire!" The captain ordered loudly.

Regardless of worrying about Tom, Martin took a deep breath, pulled the trigger and brought the matchlock close to the medicine pool. With a loud bang, the recoil hit his shoulder hard, and the choking white smoke obscured his vision, like white flowers blooming in the air. Martin vaguely saw a few blood flowers blooming in the longbowmen in the distance, and one figure after another fell backwards.

"Load!"

"Fire!"

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After several rounds of volleys, the Wang army musketeers also endured several rounds of arrow rain, and suffered a large number of casualties.

Harrison immediately ordered to draw personnel from the reserve team, fill in the vacant parts of the musketeers line, and pick up the weapons and ammunition of the casualties to continue shooting. Although the Wang Army infantry is divided into musketeers and pikemen, the spearmen have also received gun training. They are familiar with every step. Operating muskets is not as complicated as operating cannons, and the training cost is very low.

The two sides continued to shoot at each other, and the situation seemed to have turned around.

Those well-trained longbowers obviously underestimated the firing rate and power of the musket, and what shocked them even more was that no matter how much they killed the opponent, there was always someone who could come back to the bench.

Giles was both shocked and scared when he saw it. Can the weapon that sprays flames and smoke be operated by individuals?

One of his longbowers was missing, because archery required a long time of training, and the ordinary infantry on his side could not replace the original archer by picking up the longbow on the ground like the other party.

The formation of the rebel longbowmen began to appear in chaos, and the rain of arrows became sparse.

"Free shooting!"

When the new order was issued, Martin heard the explosions one after another, and white smoke almost formed a cloud over the position. The enemy longbow commander shouted something at the top of his lungs, but was soon interrupted by a gunshot, and Martin saw the figure in gorgeous armor fall from the horse.

When the last longbower turned around and ran away, Martin realized that his fuse had burned to the end. The position was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and bloody smell, and the bodies of soldiers from both sides were lying everywhere on the ground.

Martin took off his iron helmet tremblingly, and there was a deep arrow mark on it. He was really lucky.

He looked up at the enemy archer who was fleeing in the distance, and couldn't help but cheer with his comrades.