"They are indeed the most capable army in the north... After two rounds of volleys, they didn't even surrender." Looking at the collapsed city wall in the distance, Chris sighed on horseback.
Exactly as Des expected, the North County reinforcements immediately retreated back to their own territory after learning that the castle had been captured by Eiland Hill. Then the North County man sent the city lord, nicknamed Lord Suifeng, to
A letter came, expressing his willingness to become a vassal and pay tribute.
However, Chris did not give him any chance and directly led his troops to surround the North County Castle, completely giving up the idea of continuing to hang around.
What happened next became very simple. As soon as the cannon was fired, Beijun announced its surrender and changed its flag. No matter how the officers urged their soldiers, no one was willing to face the terrible "magic". Soon someone opened the city gate,
Lord Suifeng also became Chris's prisoner.
Working almost non-stop, Chris left Wageron behind in North County to clean up the mess and stabilize the people's hearts, while he led the 1st regiment towards the vast sea.
This territory called Hanhai originally had no border with the city of Seris. It was actually a cordon set up by the Alant Empire in the north to monitor and warn the nomadic grassland empire in the north.
Therefore, Hanhai is actually a military fortress. Its combat readiness is the best among the northern territories, and its soldiers have the highest combat effectiveness. Of course, Chris is also the most difficult to fight.
After the other party heard that the Tubao and Beijun collapsed in one day, they did not make any lucky decision, but concentrated all their forces and retreated to their own castle.
"The Lord Wilkes in front of me... is the most capable lord I have ever seen... facing the cannon, he can still hold on with all his strength. He is really a tenacious commander." Looking at the tower in the distance.
Chris praised the Hanhai soldiers who were repairing the city wall while taking advantage of Chris's artillery fire.
Along the way, most of his opponents either died under his gunfire or mediocrely surrendered without any ability to fight back. The ones who left a deep impression on him were none other than Lawns from Ferry City and the man in front of him.
Lord Wilkes.
Seeing the opponent methodically holding on to his castle under the attack of artillery, Chris even became interested in talents. There were too few generals under his command, so when he met one who could be used, his first
The first reaction was solicitation.
"Send a more alert soldier over and shout to the city to ask them to surrender!" Chris pointed to the castle in the distance with his riding crop and ordered Walter, the leader of the 1st Regiment.
The Captain Walter in front of him was actually just a little-known character. He had always been a squad leader in the infantry of Seris Castle. His biggest task was just to watch the city gates and other chores.
However, this Walter stood out in Chris's temporary officer training night school because he had read books and had a very strong learning ability. As a declining traditional middle class, Walter received a good education when he was a child. This is why he is now in charge of the Grammar School.
The capital of Reese's main 1st group.
He is also an example set up by Chris, a non-traditional commanding talent. As this example, Walter also applied the knowledge he learned very well to combat, becoming the world's first generation of technical commanders.
Of course, he and Valgron's adjutant Corea were entrusted with important tasks, which also reflects from the side how short of talents the Principality of Elanthir currently has in the military command system.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" After hearing the order, Walter did not hesitate at all and immediately issued various combat orders. Everything seemed orderly: "Stop the artillery fire! Send someone to persuade you to surrender!"
After the chaos of the Battle of the Bunker, Captain Walter, who has a strong learning ability, is no longer as panicked as when he commanded the battle for the first time. Just like snipers are fed by bullets, famous generals are just monsters fed by battles.
That’s all.
The third round of bombardment that had been prepared was ordered to stop. A grenadier with a loud voice came to the edge of the bow and arrow range on the castle and began to loudly persuade the soldiers inside to put down their weapons and surrender: "Put down your weapons and surrender! That's it!"
It’s not worth dying in battle!”
What answered him was a round of bows and arrows fired from Hanhai Castle. They were not dense, but very determined. It seemed that they had finally found the reason for the opportunity to fire. The opponent's archer shot two rounds of feather arrows in one go.
It is a pity that no bows and arrows flew to the place where the grenadier was hiding, and no arrows even flew in front of him. In front of the roar of the cannon, such a counterattack was not even a breather.
The grenadier stood up with disdain, patted his uniform twice with disdain, turned around and returned to his order. After experiencing two victories, he already had the qualities to be a grenadier in Ireland.
Being proud naturally leads to contempt for those opponents who are on the verge of collapse.
Just when Chris failed to persuade the defenders in Hanhai Castle to surrender, at the edge of the distant battlefield, on a hillside, a pair of eyes was sizing up the attacking troops of Eiland Hill.
A middle-aged man with a neat beard wore a leather armor and carried a long sword, riding bravely on a group of black horses. He was alone, and there was a small luggage hanging on the back of the saddle.
He took off the water bag from his waist, took out the cork and took a sip of the water inside, then wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand. He hung the water bag back to his waist, he gently pinched the horse's belly, and then stood in front of the horse.
Okay, let's run towards the army formation of Eilan Hill.
At the same time, within the walls of Hanhai City, Lord Wilkes pressed his sword and worriedly looked through a crenellation at those terrifying weapons spitting out white smoke on the horizon.
When facing the nomadic people in the north, he has always been good at defense. Hanhai's soldiers are also very good at defense, because the most important thing they do is to hold on to their city when the nomadic cavalry goes south.
As long as they hold on for dozens of days, the fortress cavalry on the flanks will launch a counterattack against the nomads under the cover of the soldiers from Beijun. This tactic has been used for hundreds of years without any major mistakes.
But who would have thought that in just a few days, a rising principality, Ailan Hill, would be able to attack the earth fort and Beijun one after another?
"Alas..." Stroking the hard crenels, Wilkes let out an inaudible sigh. This time he had no reinforcements, so how could the Ailanthil soldiers outside the city retreat?
After thinking about it all morning, he still couldn't figure out the answer to this question.
"Sir!" His adjutant came over holding his sword. The armor on his body made a nice clattering sound. There was still some dust hanging on the adjutant's face, which made him look a little embarrassed: "The other party sent someone to persuade you to surrender.
We were scared away."
"We have no reinforcements this time, Bourgeois." Wilkes shook his head and sighed to his adjutant: "The enemies outside the city will not retreat...We...can't hold on much longer."
Every lord has some of his own cronies and subordinates. The most capable officer under Lord Wilkes is his deputy Bourgeois. This deputy general of the Hanhai Territory is also well-known and also capable.
A powerful person who fights tough battles.
However, no matter how powerful he was, facing a cannon he had never seen before, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stick to the city wall, hoping to wait for a miracle to happen.
"Sir, the enemy has this kind of weapon. It's not surprising that Tubao and Beijun have been defeated one after another..." Bourjos pressed his sword, lowered his head and said to Wilkes: "But we can still persist..."
But... what's the use of insisting? Even if the opponent doesn't have weapons like cannons, after losing its allies Tubao and Beijun, Hanhai, who is isolated and helpless, can't let Ailan Hill retreat. Once this stalemate continues,
For the smaller Hanhai, it is undoubtedly a disaster.
Their only hope for victory is to rely on their strong castles to hold on until winter comes. When the temperature drops, the troops stationed in the wild will naturally suffer losses and retreat without a fight.
What makes people desperate is...the opponent has cannons that can demolish the city wall, let alone hold on until winter. If the opponent has enough ammunition and attacks with all their strength, Hanhai Castle may not be able to hold on even this afternoon.
"Just wait a little longer... maybe a miracle will happen." Wilkes frowned and looked at the Ailan Hill military formation in the distance that had been silent for a while, and finally said this after a long while.
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On the other side, Chris, who was preparing for a new round of attack, received an interesting report: there was a person who wanted to see him.
This is really a new thing, because this is on the battlefield. His army was shelling the enemy's castle just now. The sound of the cannons resounded in the sky. After hearing the sound of the cannons, the ordinary people fled to the mountains and forests. How could anyone take the initiative?
Coming up?
"The other party is wearing a sword... wearing leather armor... and has a neat beard. He looks very energetic." The soldier who came to report described the other party's image as best as possible, which made Chris even more interested.
"Let him come over!" Chris rode on the horse, tapping his fingers on the hilt of the sword, waiting for the other party's arrival with great interest. Behind him were a dozen loyal Siris cavalry,
There are hundreds of rifles in front of him, so he is not afraid of what the other party will do.
So, he calmly watched the other person lead the horse and approach him step by step. This middle-aged man was not tall, but he gave people a very elegant feeling. He held the horse, held the sword, and just stood there.
In front of Chris, he said calmly: "My name is Mordelair, and I have come to seek refuge with the Archduke of Elanthir."