The Whitewater River meanders from the southern part of the Leslie family's territory to the northern foot of the Dark Mountains. Earl Pepper stood on the bow of the "warship" and looked at the newly built city wall of Tanzania Town. His eyes slowly receded, his heart filled with ambition.
"Warship" is just a bluffing term. In fact, it is just a large merchant ship sailing in the inland river. However, the Peibo family has always mastered the best shipbuilding technology in the South. The ships are the sturdiest among the same type of ships. In this place far away from the sea and without real warships, the merchant ships transformed by Franconing Peppo are the best warships.
And having said that, ever since the Church of Storms degenerated into the Children of the Storm and humans were completely blocked on the continent by the magical tides in the sea, the Age of Discovery has come to an end, and various navigation technologies that once had just sprouted have The concept of fighting on the water surface was stillborn with little development. Human beings have been struggling on limited inland rivers for hundreds of years, and it is inevitable that the technology of warships will be backward.
These "warships" converted from merchant ships and cargo ships are already the capital of Earl Pepper's pride.
A nobleman who was familiar with Franco Ning Peibo walked onto the bow of the ship and stood next to Count Peibo. Looking at the receding Tanzanian city walls, he couldn't help but sigh: "Look at it. Viscount Andrew Leslie built these brand new walls within a year...God knows how much money he made from the shiploads of ore."
"Backed by one. Cecil is full of gold and silver, and the sick young man of the Leslie family can become rich as long as he gets three or two scattered gold coins from his master." Franconing Pepper looked at the Tanzanian town with an arrogant expression. City wall, he saw that although the city wall was covered with new bricks, there was no shadow of piles of rolling wood or hot oil pans between the wall stacks. He could only see a row of old bricks that had not been used for who knows how long. The trebuchet was placed on the newly built city wall, and he couldn't help but shake his head, "However, people who get rich suddenly are shallow after all, and he finally got out of the way obediently. There is no glory to speak of, and no benefits to share. At most, I can gain a neutral peace from this 'cooperation'."
"I heard that he wanted to side with the Cecil family at first and kept the envoy you sent for many days. "The noble next to him sighed, "It wasn't until Count Horsman wrote a letter and sent a messenger that he agreed to open the river and let the army pass... It was so unwise if he had known this, and he would have cooperated more from the beginning. "Okay."
"If he cooperates from the beginning, I will worry about whether he will throw stones from above when the army passes by the river," Count Pepper couldn't help laughing, " That Viscount Andrew has been with the Cecil family since last year. It is normal for him to hesitate when the situation changes."
As he spoke, he said something grand. Ten large and small ships have sailed through the river section in front of Tanzanian Town, and the sparse soldiers of the Leslie family stood on the city wall, watching helplessly as the coalition forces preparing to attack Cecil Territory passed in front of them.
After the wind direction changed, the speed of the fleet began to increase. The dual power of sails and oars made these sturdy and huge wooden ships rush towards the Cecil Territory like sharp arrows. The mages brought by various nobles activated the weapons set on the ships. The runes on both sides of the fleet further reduced the impact of water waves on the ship. After sailing like this for about half a day, continuous dense forests began to appear on both sides in front of the fleet, and the White Water River became narrow and rapid.
Earl Pepper came to the bow of the boat again. He looked at the situation on the river with some curiosity, and found that except for his own fleet, there was no other ship in sight.
This seems normal. Anyone who is a little better informed should have heard about the war. There will be no other ships sailing on the river at this time.
But he was curious about where the team was now, so he called to a knight who was standing guard nearby: "How far is it from Cecil?"
"Sir, we We are almost at the lumberyard of Frostwood Village!" The knight immediately saluted and replied, "Frostwood Village is the westernmost village in Cecil Territory."
"Very good, let's capture that place first. Then half of them went ashore and attacked along the river bank." Earl Pepper nodded. Then he looked at the lush forests on both sides of the river. He couldn't help but smile and raised his hands and said, "Look, the river here is narrow and there are dense forests on both sides. If those Cecil people have a little more courage and set up a few battle mages in these dense forests to ambush with tidal spells, or attack with heavy crossbows and trebuchets, there might be a chance for us to lose one or two ships..."
In the hidden artillery position on the south bank of the Whitewater River, Knight Byron climbed up a tree and looked at the fleet passing by on the river. After the fleet was halfway through, he finally laughed and then picked a boat from the side. The fruit was thrown at the messenger under the tree: "Signal! Give me a shot!"
Two seconds later, dozens of dense air blasts suddenly broke the silence in the dense forest. Dozens of light "Persuader Type I" magic crystal shells and several heavy "Justice Type I" heavy artillery shells, wrapped in light cyan magic light, rushed out of the muzzle of the accelerating orbit and out of the camouflage cannon. The vines and leaves drew arcs of death one after another in the air, and landed heavily in the center of the fleet led by Count Pepper!
Boom, boom, boom!
One after another, water columns suddenly rose between the fleet. Along with the water columns, there were huge explosions and the shock waves generated by the explosions. The two warships were hit by the first salvo. Unfortunately, the wooden hull of the ship was like paper in the face of this inexplicable explosion. The first ship was blown up in the middle and broke into two pieces on the spot, while the other ship was even more miserable - a A heavy cannonball exploded at its bottom, blowing the entire ship out of the water and causing it to fall apart in the air!
One second it was a quiet river, sailing quietly, and the next second there was an explosion of skyfire falling from the sky, causing tragic deaths. Almost no knights and militiamen on the warships realized what happened. Already fell into huge chaosDuring this time, the screams of personnel and the screams of dying livestock instantly resounded through every ship, but in the artillery position on the south bank, Knight Byron had just gotten up from the ground.
"I was shocked!" This knight, who was a mercenary, rarely restrained himself in front of the lord, and he did not show any chivalry in front of the soldiers he led. While shaking off the dirt, he shouted with a loud voice, "Look for the target and then hit! How dare you hit two of them after dozens of shots?! The 'Persuader' gun crew, hit the closest ones first - don't Follow the heavy artillery to cause chaos!"
The camouflage on each rail gun was removed, and the continuous blasting sound began to reverberate throughout the position, and in the center of the Baishui River, it was majestic not long ago. The coalition "fleet" has now fallen into great panic and catastrophic chaos. Although most of the artillery shells continue to fall into the water due to insufficient artillery training, immature new weapons and tactics, and the difficulty of shooting moving targets on the river, the huge water columns in the water and the warships that occasionally fall apart in explosions still make those The people who are still alive are terrified, but what makes the knights and mages on the ship even more desperate is that they have no way to fight back, or even get to safety!
These people on warships just stay on the ship. Ninety percent of the people here have no concept of fighting people on the water, and these so-called "warships" have almost no The ability to engage the enemy on the water, the several heavy crossbows and small trebuchets set up on the deck are of no use at this moment - the people operating them can't even see where the enemy is!
In the final analysis, ships are nothing more than transportation vehicles for this coalition. The battle they really imagined should be after the ships docked, the knights and soldiers would come ashore to fight - just like in the past. Every time "war is the same". And to be fair, this should also be the case during aristocratic wars. The Cecil people should even take the initiative to give way to a section of the river bank so that the coalition soldiers can disembark and organize their formations, and then conduct an upright knight duel and military battle... It is the rule for war between nobles!
But now...what on earth is this? !
What are the Cecil people doing? Did the Cecil people do this?
Francing Peibo stood blankly on the crumbling bow, watching the ships that his family had accumulated over the years turn into scattered debris and sink into the water one after another, the blood of the dead soldiers A dazzling bright red was dyed among the still floating wreckage. Knights in heavy plate armor and mages in heavy robes struggled among the blood, wreckage, and corpses, one after another being swept away by the rapids of the White Water River. Swallowed by the running water, he even watched helplessly as Viscount Roquesval, an orthodox noble known for his elegance, calmness, and wisdom, held a broken wooden board and sank in front of his eyes, while the bright flag of the Viscount family was still flying not far away. On the water...
"What on earth...happened?" Earl Pepper looked at all this blankly, and nowThe drastic changes in reality were beyond his understanding. He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him had become a bizarre and absurd drama, and he was standing on this incomprehensible drama stage. He closed his eyes hard, covered his ears, and All these perceptions were blocked, and he recalled the comfortable velvet bed in his castle. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and let go of his ears - the dead body of Baron Kleindorf sank in front of his eyes, and Locke Viscount Svaal sank in the same place.
"It's over, it's all over..."
No matter where this disaster came from, it's all over at this moment.
At this moment, Franconing Peppo suddenly saw what was happening in the distance out of the corner of his eye -
He saw the fallen soldier swimming hard to the river bank, and At some point, a large number of warriors wearing strange armor and holding strange equipment appeared on the river bank. These warriors pointed the strange things on their arms at the coalition soldiers who swam ashore and tied them up one by one.
It was the Cecilians - they destroyed the entire Allied fleet in ways that were beyond comprehension.
"My lord—my lord!"
The loud shouts of the knight accompanying him woke Frannin Peppo up. The knight was injured by the aftermath of the explosion, and his face was full of tears at the moment. Blood, he took Earl Pepper's hand and shook it eagerly: "Sir! Let's go quickly! Get in the boat and leave quickly!"
Earl Pepper finally reacted, no matter how shocked, fearful, and nervous he was at this moment They all gave way to the survivors, and he immediately followed the knight and ran in the direction of the parked escape boat. As he ran, he asked loudly: "Where is Viscount Copani?!"
"Copa Viscount Ni is dead—I don’t know how. There are no injuries on his body, but his internal organs are broken!” The knight shouted loudly, “There are many people who were standing with Viscount Copani. They are dead. I'm afraid he was killed by a curse!"
Count Peibo felt himself break out in a thin layer of cold sweat. His already fat body suddenly exploded with astonishing speed, and he rushed to the rescue station in just three or two steps. He and the knight jumped on the boat, and called to the nearby soldiers: "Row quickly! Row quickly!"
The lifeboat broke away from the ship, and the oarsmen waved the oars desperately, Let the small boats flee like crazy in the continuous explosion of water columns, and soon escaped from the middle area of the fleet where the explosions were the densest. Count Pepper saw that the big ships at the end of the fleet were trying their best to turn - they were clumsy and Slow, even with the assistance of magic runes and the efforts of the rower, it may be difficult to escape from the explosion that is about to cover the head.
Only a few large ships and a dozen small boats escaped from that terrible hell. Count Pepper didn't even know how he escaped. He felt like he was swaying on the small boat. After a long time, the nightmarish explosion and the sharp scream of something cutting through the air finally disappeared from his mind. Only when he saw the familiar Tanzanite city wall appeared in front of him did the frightened count dare to breathe a little easier.
CorrectAfter confirming that there were no more pursuers in the rear, Franning Peppo's frightened expression calmed down a little. He looked at the towering Tanzanian city wall in front of him, half relieved and half self-consoling and said: "Fortunately, this is no longer a fortress. The land of the Xier people, otherwise if there is another enemy ambush on this city wall, my life will be over..."
While speaking, a rapid whistle suddenly sounded from the city wall of Tanzanian Town, Then one after another strange-looking devices with some kind of metal rails appeared between the wall stacks.
As the light of magic suddenly lit up between these metal rails, the nightmarish explosions and howls came overwhelming...