"I know." The female lord said.
"And even if you and your people can defeat us, a second army will appear soon," Harvin said. "This time you are making an enemy of the entire Western Territory.
"Those Wing Tribe people have offered a reward. Anyone who can kill you and Prophet Merlin can become the new master of the Western Territory." Halvin paused, "And they also have dragons."
"So did you obey the orders of the Wing Clan people because you wanted to become the Lord of the Western Realm, or because you were afraid of that dragon?"
"Is this still important now?" Harvin said, "No matter what the reason is, we can only stand on the opposite side of you."
"Not everyone."
"What?"
"I said that not everyone is on the opposite side of me. The Bathory family is still an ally of the Arias family. They keep their ancient oath, and the Yin-Manuel family, they have not surrendered either..."
Miss Rabbit said, "We are all nobles of the empire. Our ancestors once fought side by side with the angry lion Alessandro. We have thrived on this land for hundreds, even thousands of years. This is ours."
Land, our home.
"Are you really going to give it up to the invaders?"
"You are right, but we have no choice." Harvin sighed, "You have fought with a giant dragon before, so you should understand how terrifying they are, not to mention those Wing Tribe people."
"They are more powerful than the Vespasian family back then. They defeated Crab Corner, Lionheart Castle, and a hundred thousand imperial troops gathered in White River City, but they were still defeated by them. There are not so many elites in the Western Region.
"Lord Clovis is right. We are no match for them. If we don't choose to surrender, we will only face destruction."
"When my father was alive, he often told me that the men in the Western Region were the bravest. The land here may not grow many crops, but the men here never lacked courage. Now it seems that my father is a bit... exaggerated.
Already."
A look of displeasure flashed across Harvin's face, "If you called me here today to scold me to vent your anger, then I can let you scold me. After all, this is what we owe you.
"You have saved the Western Region more than once, but you should know that this does not change anything. We will still have to fight against each other tomorrow."
"We can stop fighting now."
"What?" Harvin frowned.
The female lord did not continue, but instead said, "You haven't answered my previous question. Are you leading troops to attack my territory for the sake of the position of the Lord of the West, or because you are afraid of the white dragon?"
Harwin hesitated for a moment, "I don't know what other people think. I do want to be the master of the West, but if it weren't for that dragon, I wouldn't come here."
Miss Rabbit raised her eyebrows, "Very good, then I propose that we have a temporary truce."
"Why?"
"In order to resolve the disputes between us from the root."
"I'm afraid this can't be...solved," Harvin said.
"It seems you know nothing about Saturday's power."
Harvin wanted to say something else, but the female lord interrupted him unceremoniously this time.
"Sir Harwin, you may have misunderstood something."
"whats the matter?"
"The reason why I asked you to meet to discuss postponing the war was not because I was afraid of the army behind you."
"I know you are trying to protect your people."
"No, I am thinking about you," the female lord said calmly, "Without my permission, there is no way you can set foot on my territory."
Harwin snorted coldly, "You are a little too confident..."
As a result, before he finished speaking, he saw two other followers of Miss Rabbit pushing a strange car with only two wheels.
Speaking of which, Harvin noticed the car early on because it looked so strange.
It's a bit like the kind of cart that pulls goods, but it's much shorter than the cart, and there's a black iron pipe on it.
The iron pipe looked very heavy. It was almost impossible to use it as a weapon because no one could swing it.
Harwin guessed that it might be a sacrificial vessel or something, but in this case its appearance seemed a bit too plain.
There are no divine patterns carved on the outside of the iron pipe.
The two followers pushed the two-wheeled cart in front of Harvin and others, adjusted the position of the iron pipe, and aimed at the woods down the slope.
Among them, the winged man took out a flint, lit the small section of rope on top, and then quickly stepped aside.
When Miss Rabbit saw this, she immediately reached out and blocked her ears.
Harvin was still wondering why the girl did such an action, and the next moment a loud noise came from beside him.
The loud noise was like thunder, accompanied by terrifying fire and large puffs of smoke.
The war horse under Harwin was frightened on the spot, neighed, and ran towards the other side uncontrollably.
Halvin tried hard to tighten the reins, which made the horse gradually slow down, and his three followers did not fare much better.
There was another person who was already being led by the war horse and was about to run down the hillside.
But if it was just loud, it wouldn't make Harvin look so ugly.
He noticed that something flew out of the iron pipe before, and the place where it was aimed was already in a mess. Three trees were broken by the thing, and many trees were damaged after just being rubbed.
Large pieces of bark and trunks.
If such a terrible impact were to hit a person or a horse, it goes without saying that they would definitely die.
Moreover, there is a high probability that this thing will not stop after hitting someone, but will continue to move forward, causing a large number of casualties.
The female lord took her hands off her ears and asked the stunned Halvin.
"How about it? This is the new sacred weapon of the Shuangxiu Sect - the Italian cannon. I have a hundred more such sacred weapons."
Miss Rabbit lied. In fact, the gun factory had only been established for less than two months, and only four artillery pieces had been released.
And although the name is Italian gun, it is actually just the bad taste of its inventors, or the replicators, and it is far from the level of the M1897 75mm artillery. This French rapid-fire gun did not appear until the end of the 19th century.
It is a fully modern weapon.
The artillery that Ge Lipeng and the others created is actually more like the ancient artillery, which still uses black powder and fires large solid iron balls.
However, this kind of artillery also has its advantages, that is, it is very difficult to produce, and unlike guns, there are not such high requirements for the quality of the barrel.
Therefore, as soon as Luye's steel production increases and the craftsmen become familiar with the relevant processes, large-scale manufacturing will soon be possible.
This chapter has been completed!