Pioneering

Chapter 182
In the city of Budapest, in the castle, the singing of the banquet completely conflicted with the tense atmosphere in the city. A young nobleman in a beige dress entertained the people in front of him with a smile on his face:
"Come on, Earl Khalil, I would like to toast you, thank you for leading the army and working so hard to rescue us from thousands of miles away."

"Where are you, Viscount Crowe is being polite, I'm just following orders." Khalil said listlessly, thinking about Condela and Beryl who died tragically that day.

Whoever is thrown from the prosperous royal capital to the impoverished frontier frontier might have their lives in danger, and it is impossible for them to be happy.

But there is no way, as the Minister of War of Andreoya, Khalil is a matter of course.

Running away and being expelled from the nobility in minutes, the whole family will not end well, and no other human kingdom will accept nobles with such taints.

He ran away, and the first ones to catch him were members of his family.

Seeing that Harrel was not in high spirits, Viscount Crowe frowned slightly, then cut into a smiling face again, and said:
"You came from afar. I don't have much to entertain you. It's just a local product. Don't dislike it, Lord Earl. After all, it's a poor place."

Khalil took the gift box casually, and secretly sighed that the nobles in this small place are ignorant, alas, why is this weight so heavy, isn’t it right?

Khalil opened a gap in the gift box, then closed it calmly, most of the distressed expression on his face disappeared, and pointed in a low voice:

"Viscount Crowe, I don't have any meritorious service. It is those two priests who you really should treat well."

As he said that, he quietly glanced at the two priests in the corner who were out of place in the blue missionary uniform.

These two were the second of the majestic third-order priests in the hall that day. Khalil led the first batch of masters and reinforcements and brought them along.

"Oh~ Thank you Earl for your guidance, I understand." Viscount Crowe thanked.

Afterwards, after careful investigation, the two priests were presented with a generous gift that was hard to refuse, and the middle and small border nobles breathed a sigh of relief and gained some confidence.

If you want someone to work hard for you, how can you do it without any blood?
Singing and dancing, the guests and the host had a good time, just as the second half of the night's repertoire had just begun, the nobles were so excited that they were a little confused, but they heard a huge sound coming from outside...

The blood moon was suddenly covered by dark thick clouds, and in the silent night sky, the sound of thunder, roars and explosions interweaved and suddenly resounded!

Following Salter's order, the troops of each battalion stood solemnly, and began to charge after the order.

Objects glowing with steel luster were taken out of the space equipment by Saerte. These thick and solid war beasts were magical cannons with strange energy lines!
In this world of Zoya, where firearms are suppressed to the utmost, even if Zhong Ming reproduced the nitroglycerin explosives according to his memory, the power of the shells alone would not be able to reciprocate and threaten these big cities protected by magic circles.

Therefore, after Zhong Ming received Salt's enchanting knowledge, he tried to add enchanting runes to the barrel, strengthen the barrel, and engrave enchanting runes on the shells to make up for the lack of firepower of simple explosives.

Its attack power is between primary attack spells and the weakest intermediate attack spells.

When it is most critical, according to the type of runes embedded in the cannon, it can be equipped with multiple magic stones to release a violent double attack of energy entities that is comparable to the strongest medium-level attack spells.

The key is that this thing does not require a wizard, and it can fire continuously!

Even if a wizard takes drugs all the time, how many mid-level attack spells can he cast?
Of course, with a few times of full output, this magic cannon can almost declare its end of life.

The soldiers hurriedly ordered to carry the magic cannon, and the roar of the shells kept ringing.

Under the command of a small number of commanders who had been instilled with mathematical knowledge by Zhong Ming, through repeated training and tacit cooperation, they adjusted the trajectory and height of the magic cannon to the best state, aiming at the target on the city wall.

Then several loud bangs resounded throughout the battlefield, and a series of fireballs rose from the ground, and then split into countless fragments like fireworks, illuminating the entire night sky.

The air above the battlefield seemed to be swallowed up, filled with the smell of sulfur.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sharp alarm sounded through the night sky, and after the defenders stuffed the magic stones, a thick protective shield that looked tough enough to be reassuring was propped up and stretched continuously, protecting the towering city wall.

However, is it really that strong?
Sartre glanced at the city wall with a smirk: "Give me the magic stone, output at full power! Within 10 minutes, give me all the shells!"

A more gorgeous and dangerous flower of death bloomed, and ripples appeared on the shield.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes... the 6th minute!
After all, the shield that had been stuck for a long time was still overwhelmed, and the magic lines on the city wall were instantly overloaded, sparks were ignited!

The soldiers defending the city were unable to resist under the fierce artillery fire. They panicked and tried to avoid being attacked.

Artillery fire rose from the position, launching endless attacks on the defenders.

The red and green flames complement each other, and the sound of explosions roars past.

Incoming fireballs pierced through warrior armor and charred wooden equipment.

Sart also immediately ordered to stop the shelling, and the whole army charged!
"Rush for me! The first climber will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins! The tenth rank of military merit!"

Hearing the words, the warriors' eyes turned red immediately, and they looked at this group of defenders who were as soft as lambs, as if they had seen the fattest meat.

"Trash, get up!"

A garrison dressed as an officer cut down several scurrying defenders. Only then did the defenders muster up their courage and began to pick up rolling stones, pick up bows and crossbows, and launch a counterattack at the rushing warriors.

However, the nimble skills and thick flesh of the warriors made the battle damage extremely rare.

"Damn it, this is a group of knights! This is an extraordinary army, hurry up and ask Sir Crowe for help!" The officer's face suddenly changed when he saw this scene.

Under the city, the big-eyed soldier John looked at the domineering officer, his eyes lit up, he pulled out the saber at his waist, his pupils converged, and under the faint moonlight, he exerted strength from his waist, aimed at this man, swung his wrist violently, and the saber shot straight away. go!

"Ah!" The officer who was caught off guard only felt a gust of cold wind coming, and before he could release his fighting spirit, he was pierced through the chest by the flying knife that contained blood, screamed, and fell down the city wall.

Salt, who was watching this scene from a distance, glanced at John unexpectedly, nodded, and then turned away.

Without the leadership of the officers, scattered resistance almost doomed the outcome of this night attack.

Even if the signal of the attack is sent out, Salt doesn't think anyone else can turn the tide of the battle.

Salter touched the magic cannon cherishingly, and thought confidently: It's useless if the archmage comes!

After all, how many advanced spells can the archmage cast in succession?
And there are more than 200 magic cannons in Sartre's hands!It is the hard work of more than 800 teachers and students of the Wizarding Academy!

What's more, it's not like he doesn't have masters of this level.

Thinking of this, Salter felt the power in his body, and looked at the sky again, revealing a cruel smile.

The city in the middle of the night is about to belong to a new owner, and the dawn of victory was born in the cruelty of war.

And the courage and courage blooming in the darkness will also be remembered by people at this moment, becoming an irreplaceable symbol of glory, and becoming the material for singing by bards.

　I am not satisfied with the war scene written in this chapter, so I changed it again and again.This is also the first time for a new writer to write a large-scale war scene, readers, masters, lightly spray.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)