Warlord: King of All Clans

Shilatu Tarhan and his daughter Arina Mishe, stood on a mound a few hundred meters away from the battlefield on horseback and watched the battle.

It was not until the smoke cleared, revealing corpses all over the ground, that Shi Latu let out a long breath. His already wrinkled face suddenly looked three points older.

As the smell of blood and gunpowder blew in the wind, the golden-spotted leopard under Arina Mishe's feet couldn't help but move around, letting out an anxious growl.

Arina Mishe tightened the reins and was silent for a long time before she said, "I never thought that the long-range weapons of the northerners are so powerful."

She had been worried about an ambush, but the result was unexpected. Somehow the enemy had dug such a large-scale trap overnight.

What's even more outrageous is that the weapons of the Northerners are so powerful that they can ignore iron armor.

If all the enemies defending the city are equipped with such weapons, what is the point of fighting?

Ten thousand people are not enough to kill the enemy.

Tarhanberk whispered, "You have little experience. This is a musket from the dwarven kingdom in the west, but it is much more powerful. I have also seen it when I was young."

In the vast western border, 80% of the land is grassland, Gobi and desert. From the territory of Tarhanbek, you can cross the eastern grassland, then cross the central Gobi, the western desert, and cross the mountains to reach the dwarf kingdom on the west side of the continent.

However, in the past few hundred years, there have been wars everywhere in the western border. The Golden Horde had long since declined in history, the human race had lost its unifying power, and the desert and Gobi were reoccupied by the proliferating foreign races.

Not to mention other routes, even the World Tree Avenue that runs across the north is now deserted and the trade route has been cut off.

In the current Western Territory, only the cities along the southern coastal areas can communicate with the Dwarven Kingdom in the west through maritime trade.

"Dwarven musket?" It was the first time that Ajina Mishe heard this term, and she was immediately excited. "Can the people in the south get it?"

Talhanberk shook his head and said, "What's the point of getting it? It's more expensive to send it here from thousands of miles away than an enchanted bow and arrow. If it can't penetrate iron armor, it's no better than an ordinary bow and arrow."

Ajinamishe felt a little regretful. After seeing her third brother Huhu Talhan returning home with a depressed look after the defeat, she asked in a low voice, "Do we still want to continue the siege?"

"Of course we have to continue." Talhanberk nodded. Seeing his daughter struggling, he added, "It would be the best outcome if we can take back Fort Buck. If we can't, I know what's going on."

In fact, he was very caring towards this daughter. Among his more than ten daughters, the oldest had been married for ten years and the youngest had just started learning archery, but only Arina Mishe had always been by his side and was highly valued.

In order for Arina Mishe to be promoted to the middle-level extraordinary level, in addition to her own extraordinary talents, she also needed a lot of family resources to support her.

No matter which family in the Western Territory, it is impossible to raise a daughter in this way.

The daughters of the Talhan family are brought up like boys. After getting married, they still care about their parents' home and can control their husbands to prevent them from harboring hostile thoughts.

The reason why the Talhan family was able to grow strong was not only due to the ruthlessness of three generations, but also due to sufficient political power.

They would marry the daughters of the surrounding large tribes of equal strength, form alliances to show goodwill, become smaller temporarily, and then gradually erode the other tribes when they become stronger.

For small tribes that were easy to defeat but difficult to defeat, they would marry their daughters to them as a way of forming an alliance and taming one or two generations of people, turning them into captains of a thousand men under their command.

Only the meat that is suitable for the mouth will be eaten without hesitation.

That's how Talhanberk got such a large territory. He had more than a dozen families of centurions under his name. Decades ago, they were either enemies or allies, but now they are all his relatives and descendants.

But the alpha wolf of the grassland will always grow old, and when his offspring do not have enough ability, the strong and mature wolves under his command will not be able to help but challenge the authority of the old wolf.

None of the captains under his command were good people, and his own children, regardless of their prestige or strength, could not suppress these evil children.

Buck Fortress was robbed by people from the North. If the Talhan family doesn't fight hard, how can they have the face to be the leader of the pack?

How can we exhaust their energy without a fierce fight?

On the surface, Talhanberk is the most radical war advocate, and he keeps talking about taking back the Bak Fortress, but in fact he is an anti-war faction that is even more cautious than Arina Mishe.

The group of centurions in his hands, the ones who shouted the loudest, are now in the legion.

But it was not easy to say these words, so Tarhanbek could only say: "You are still young and there are still many things you don't understand. Just be obedient."

Arina Mishe was just worried that her father was getting old and confused and that the troops would be wasted, not that she wanted to show off.

After listening to it many times, he gradually heard the hidden meaning, so he suppressed his doubts and lowered his head and said, "Yes, father."

While they were talking, several thousand-man commanders and one ten-thousand-man commander on the wall of Buck Fortress simultaneously turned their guns and aimed at the mound.

The person in charge of leading the team is Hewan's artillery instructor Marvin, who is the best artilleryman in the entire Hewan Territory and also the best artillery craftsman.

There are still many areas that can be improved and upgraded in the artillery of the thousand-man cannon, and the artillery of the ten-thousand-man cannon needs to be tested in actual combat, so this senior gunner also went to the front line in person to record the firing data of the artillery.

Seeing that all the guns were pointed at the mound, artillery instructor Marvin stood beside the 10,000-man cannon, looked down at the gun meter for a long time, and finally said regretfully: "It's too far, we can't hit it."

Every day, many dog-headed gunners would come to play next to the Ten Thousand Man Cannon. At this time, seven or eight dog-headed gunners who were eagerly waiting heard that Marvin had given up firing, and they barked anxiously: "Woof woof woof! Fire one! Fire one!"

They were too short to see the situation outside the city, and could only climb onto the surrounding ammunition supplies or the battlements to watch the battle. Even when the ten-thousand-man cannon was being loaded, there were still two ogre gunners riding on the muzzles and refusing to come down.

The Centurions operated by the Kobold gunners are all small shotguns, equivalent to large-sized shotguns, and can only provide fire suppression in field battles.

Only the gunners on mammoths can experience the feeling of being a centurion.

In the eyes of the Gnoll Gunners, a cannon that can carry a thousand men is already invincible, and a cannon that can carry ten thousand men is a god.

In their stupid brains, all the artillery has to do is fire. As for hitting the target, that is the responsibility of the God of Artillery.

A dog-headed gunner looked around, trying to help the human gunner light the fire.

Marvin raised his hand, and the artillerymen around him immediately pulled these annoying foreign colleagues aside and said, "Do you think that the cannons of the Ten Thousands are just like your Centurions, where you can just stuff some gunpowder and lead into the cannons and fire them randomly?"

"This is the gun meter. Do you understand it?" Ma Wen raised the gun meter in his hand. "Only if you understand the gun meter can you operate the commander!"

In fact, what he said was mostly meant to scare the kobolds, because even his previous firing of the cannons was entirely based on experience.

This artillery table was designed jointly by Master Morse and him, just to help novice artillerymen get started quickly.

But the ogres are all illiterate, how could they possibly understand the densely packed text and parameters above?

Looking at the artillery watch in Marvin's hand, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the ogre gunner.

"You can read the artillery table? Only then can you operate a ten thousand-man commander?"

After being driven out of the artillery position by the human gunners, the Kobold gunners loudly conspired, "Go find the Gunpowder Shaman and ask him to steal the artillery watch!"

"The Gunpowder Shaman won't work. He won't steal from humans, and he's illiterate. It's useless even if he steals. We have to ask our queen to steal!"

"Yes, yes, yes! The Great Demon God said it, the Queen is a professional thief!"

"Your Majesty the Queen is so amazing!"

"But the Queen has been locked up by the Matron."

"well!"

A group of hard-working and ambitious Kobold gunners lamented in unison.

Unable to steal or rob, what is the way out for the Kobold Gunner?

(I'm taking a break today, but I have to go out, so I'll update one chapter first!)