"I want to see what the black powder looks like." Reggie was particularly excited when he heard the news about the black powder. According to his speculation, the black powder should be the original black powder.
Jiawen pointed to the enemy camp down the hillside and said, "My lord, it's right there, next to the trebuchet."
The tall counterweighted trebuchet is particularly conspicuous. In the early Middle Ages, it was the most devastating offensive and defensive weapon.
Jiawen said: "Their trebuchet will throw ignited black powder over, which can blow down the city wall, so as long as their trebuchet moves forward, we must be ready for battle, and we must not let the trebuchet rush to the mountainside.
"
It's a pity that there are no telescopes in this era. From such a long distance, it is impossible for Reggie to see the appearance of the black powder.
If the enemy really had black powder, this war might end early.
Reggie was silent for a long time, looking at the direction of the enemy camp, and he was contemplating a plan.
"Jarvan, how many cavalry do we have in our army?"
"Thirty."
"If thirty of them rush towards the enemy camp together, can they ignite the enemy's black powder?"
Jiawen shook his head and said: "Sorry, Lord, we can't do it."
"You may not understand what I mean." Reggie pointed at the enemy camp down the mountain and was about to explain, but Jiawen interrupted him.
"Lord, I understand what you mean. You want to ignite black powder in the enemy's camp and let their black powder blow them up." Jiawen pointed at the two trebuchets and measured the distance between them with his fingers.
, "Sir, we wanted to do this before, but the enemy was already prepared. Their trebuchets were kept a wide distance apart, at least thirty feet. Even if one trebuchet was blown up, it would not be able to ignite the other.
The black powder who set up the trebuchet.”
It seems that Reggie thought the problem is simple. The Bayer country has a history of using black fans for decades. They must know how to prevent the side effects of black fans.
"And their heavy cavalry react very quickly," Jiawen continued. "As long as they get close to their black powder, these heavy cavalry will fight back desperately."
"If I can gather the enemies together," Reggie said, pointing to the hillside, "concentrate them on the mountain road, maybe we will have a chance. You know, they must be very densely arranged on the mountain road, and their
It is also difficult for the cavalry to take advantage of the bottom-up direction..."
"You can't do this," Jiawen interrupted Reggie again, and he also realized his rudeness, "I'm sorry, Lord, I don't mean to offend you. I just told you that we can't let the enemy's trebuchet get close to the mountain road.
If their trebuchet is close to the foot of the mountain, which is the entrance to the mountain road, then they can hit the black powder on the city wall. If they let the trebuchet come halfway up the mountain, the black powder can hit your castle. If they go one step further,
Hundreds of feet, their trebuchets can attack every corner of Shattered Snow City."
Reggie was silent for a while and said: "I know you know the war very well and understand every detail of the war, but please believe me. Everything I do is to win this war."
"Of course I believe you, my lord, but..."
"I just want to know one thing now," Reggie interrupted Jarvan this time, "can our thirty cavalry get close to the trebuchet when the enemy is unprepared?"
"Twenty, we only have twenty."
"But you just said..."
"We only have twenty war horses, my lord," Jiawen said. "There are ten cavalry who are candidates. Only if the regular cavalry is killed in battle can they be eligible to mount the horse."
"Twenty..." Jiawen shook his head and said, "How can there be only twenty war horses in the huge Broken Snow City?"
"Because most of the horses were taken away by fleeing merchants."
There have never been many horses in Broken Snow City, and there are no soldiers stationed there. Although it is the northern border of the Kingdom of Lane, the Kingdom of Lane has always regarded the Kingdom of Bayer as an ally. Until the friendly nation showed its fangs, the royal capital was still thinking, is it right?
What misunderstanding occurred between friends and allies?
The situation is worse than imagined, but Reggie can only face reality.
"Twenty cavalry, are they willing to fight?" Reggie paused. He knew what these cavalry would face. "You understand, most of them will not be able to come back alive."
"Of course they are willing!" Jiawen's answer was very firm, "They love you very much. They had a sneak attack with me before, and it was all for you, my lord."
Reggie puffed up his chest. Jiawen's words made him feel the prestige and charm that a lord should have.
Just as Reggie was about to continue laying out his tactics, a middle-aged soldier walked in.
"Sir, your lunch."
He placed a piece of bread and a piece of bacon in front of Jarvan. It seemed that he had not prepared lunch for Reggie.
This made Jiawen very embarrassed. He glared at the soldier, frowned and said, "The lord has not eaten either."
The soldier looked at Reggie, who smiled awkwardly.
"Sorry, Lord Knight, I didn't know the Lord would come, and I didn't receive an order to prepare lunch for him."
This soldier was about forty or fifty years old. Judging from his round cheeks and fat body, he should be a cook in the army.
Reggie turned around and looked at Jiawen with a smile.
It seems that he just said that the soldiers here love their lord very much.
In order to ease the embarrassment between each other, Jiawen brought bread and bacon to Reggie and said, "Lord, please take it easy, I'm not hungry."
Reggie should naturally say some polite words and then return the lunch to Jarvan, and the matter would be over.
Unfortunately, the chef had no intention of compromising.
"Lord Gusta, this lunch is prepared for you. I don't think the Lord can get used to eating this rough food. His noble teeth can't bite this hard bread and bacon, nor can he get used to drinking it.
My ale."
Unexpectedly, the soldiers were so disgusted with their lord, and Reggie's heart was cast into a shadow. If he could not obtain the support of the army, the chance of winning this war would be extremely slim.
Archmaester Bachelot, who had been silent all this time, stood up like a corpse. He wanted to give the soldier a warning.
"What's your name?" Batchelor took out a quill and paper, his stern expression showing that he was really angry, "You just offended the lord, your words and deeds even violated the laws of the kingdom, you must be punished.
There are penalties."
"Really? I broke the law?" The soldier sneered. It seemed that Bachelo's threats had no effect. "Because I didn't give the lord lunch, so I broke the law? Do you also want to send me to the hanging?"
Put it on the shelf? Whatever you want, old man, remember my name. My name is Ikvares. If you have drunk the best ale in Broken Snow City, you should know my name. I am a hero of Broken Snow City.
Not that coward who is afraid of death!"
Ekvarez, Reggie seems to have some impression of him.
He is the owner of a liquor shop in Broken Snow City, and his ale is very popular among the common people. There are several huge wine barrels in front of his liquor shop. With his ale business, he is considered a wealthy man in the city.
The Grand Bachelor took two steps back, hid behind Reggie, and said with a smile: "What a lovely warrior."
Just when Reggie didn't know how to end it, a horn sound suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain.
Five woo woo, woo, woo five woo five woo
Five woo woo, woo, woo five woo five woo
The very melodic horn sound reminded Reggie of the opening song of an international film company.
This was the charge signal coming from the enemy camp. Jarvan immediately asked Vales to pass the order and prepare the entire army for battle.
Standing on the watchtower, you can clearly see the enemy's movements. A cavalry unit left the camp and rushed up the hillside.
There were not many of them, probably only thirty or forty people, but this number gave Jiawen a headache.
"A feint," Jiawen murmured, "it should be a feint."
Reggie was very nervous. This was his first time facing the battlefield.
Even more nervous than him was Archmaester Batchelor: "Lord, I'm a little dizzy. I don't think I'm suitable to stay here. I hope you can show some mercy to an old man and let me go home and take a rest..."
Reggie had no time to take care of the grand maester. He was very worried about these cavalry: "Even if it is a feint attack, if you don't make any response, these cavalry will still rush to the city, right?"
Seeing the heavily armed cavalry rushing up the hillside quickly, I couldn't imagine what would happen to these people rushing up the city wall.
"Damn it!" Jiawen gritted his teeth tightly. In this situation, no one dared to make a judgment easily. Any mistake could be fatal.
"Archers prepare, the forward army attacks!"
The archers were already standing behind the crenellations of the city wall, while the vanguard had already arrived outside the city and placed rolling stones on the hillside.
Everyone's eyes are fixed on the watchtower. As long as the yellow flag flutters on the watchtower, the vanguard troops will push down the rolling stones and thick logs. If the red flag flutters on the watchtower, the archers will release arrows.
The enemy's cavalry quickly rushed to the mountainside. The vanguard was waiting for Jiawen's order, but Jiawen was hesitant.
Until the opponent's trebuchet began to move, Jarvan stretched out the yellow flag from the watchtower.
The first batch of rolling stones fell. Jiawen once said that the stones he chose were not big. It seems that big and small are relative terms.
The diameter of these stones was more than seven feet (two meters). A few strong infantrymen used pry bars to push the stones down the hillside. At the moment they met the war horses, the huge boulders did not even change the direction of travel, and went directly from
The horses and knights ran over them.
Although the scene was shocking, Reggie only saw it once.
The moment the rolling stone fell, the opponent's cavalry dispersed. The mountain road was very wide, and the thirty or so cavalry had enough space to avoid the rolling stone.
More than a dozen boulders hit only one cavalryman, and another cavalryman was knocked to the ground by a rolling log. His horse was crushed to death, but he escaped.
The vanguard who dropped the first wave of cobblestones and rolling logs was preparing to drop the second wave, but a red flag appeared on the watchtower.
The vanguard immediately retreated to the city wall, holding spears in preparation for the final fight.
The archers cocked their arrows and waited for the opponent's cavalry to rush into shooting range.
Disappointingly, the opponent's cavalry did not charge, and they retreated. Their trebuchets did not rush up the mountain road, but slowly retreated back to the camp.
Jiawen hammered the window sill of the watchtower hard and cursed: "Damn it!"