When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 669: Two-Headed Snake Fortress and Black Snake Bay New Army

Dark green poisonous smoke diffused over the battlefield. From time to time, one or two magical light balls jumped out from the billowing smoke and landed on the soldiers defending the city.

These soldiers wearing chain mail and holding spears hid behind the battlements tremblingly. Occasionally, an archer would stick his head out from the battlement, shoot an arrow into the air, and then hide back behind the wall impatiently.

Although there were hardly any Black Snake Bay sword and shield soldiers in animal-skin robes on the long bridge and open space in front of them, the church's soldiers still treated them as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Here they come!" the sentry on the arrow tower screamed, and as he spoke, a terrifying scream pierced the sky.

With a thud, all the soldiers and sergeants lowered their heads deeply. The entire city wall was shaking. Broken stones and bricks flew up with the smoke and dust, and fell on the soldiers' helmets, making a crisp sound.

“Damn it.” A knight who accidentally fell stood up, gnashing his teeth in anger, stepping on the cracks in the city wall and rushing to the gap. “You bunch of cowards who only know how to use catapults, come here! Let’s fight one on one if you have the guts. Don’t hide behind your catapults!”

The knights' roars echoed off the walls, and the soldiers lowered their heads and huddled together numbly.

A few days ago, there were still people who responded to his words, but now no one responded.

The roar did not affect Mormont's movements. He stood on the deck, the river breeze blowing the white paper on his writing board, forcing him to hold it down with his elbow.

Glancing down at the pocket watch hanging on the writing board, Mormont looked up again and looked at the church's bridgehead on the other side of the river.

The high walls made of black-grey bricks and stones were cold and solid. Although thin smoke and dust were coming out of the battlements on the top of the walls, there was no sign of collapse in the short term.

The territories of the Central County and the Western County are separated by the Ibe River. The east bank is controlled by the secret party, while the west bank is controlled by the church.

However, the church built forts on both the east and west banks of this important bridge to block transportation from the northern county to the southern county.

Over the past few days, the Salvation Army's gunboats have been moving south along the Ibe River, bombarding the church fortress on the shore while conducting brutal marching exercises against the new troops in Black Snake Bay.

In about half a month, after Fort Fraser, three church fortresses fell one after another. The only ones that could not be hit by artillery were the two fortresses named Two-Headed Snake.

This is not surprising. Unlike the fortresses in the Northern County, the Western County, as the home of the Fran Church and the Demon Hunters for many years, has never been short of money.

Because it has to fight against the red dragon's breath all year round, this fortress has a double wall, which is about three times thicker than an ordinary wall.

Until Horn's 24-pound or even 48-pound guns are cast, it is likely that these two fortresses will not be able to be destroyed in the short term.

However, under the continuous bombardment of the Griffin Cannon and the Falcon Cannon, this bridgehead castle had long lost its function of guarding the bridge.

A few days ago, the wizards destroyed the bridge in the middle with fireball crossbows and acid balls, and the fortress on the east bank has become an isolated city.

As long as the river can be blocked continuously with inland warships, it is only a matter of time before the fortress surrenders.

Picking up the quill and writing a number on the writing board, Mormont took a deep breath and shouted in a clear and unmistakable voice: "Adjust the firing angle, eleven degrees! Load the mainspring!"

Several artillerymen from the Divine Punishment Regiment quickly stepped forward and operated the 12-pound cannon under the command of the Salvation Army artillery officer.

These recruits wore brand new military uniforms, which were the same knee-length breastplate-type padded jackets as the Salvation Army's. The main colors were dark gray and black, and the buttons on the chest were neatly arranged.

Due to the climate of Black Snake Bay, their military uniforms are all made of linen blended cloth with a weight of about 210 grams, which is much thinner than the Thousand River Valley military uniforms with a weight of about 320 grams, but the shape is the same.

Due to the change to uniform clothing and extremely strict discipline training, these new troops have gradually distinguished themselves from the Black Snake Bay warriors wearing leather robes and cloaks.

They stood and marched in a numb and methodical manner, with their backs straight. The Black Snake Bay warriors around them were wearing coarse cloth, and the daggers and rune ornaments under their cloaks clanked against each other.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, a new recruit was frantically turning the screw, his eyes fixed on the scale, trying hard to recall the scale that represented the number.

Only when the number written in white paint was covered by the horizontal bar did the recruit stick his head out and make a thumbs-up gesture to the back.

The soldiers in the rear immediately hammered a triangular wooden wedge into the junction of the rear gun barrel and the gun carriage until they could not hammer it in any further.

"Are we ready?" Mormont asked, his eyes never leaving the direction of the cannon. "Report to the gunner, we are ready." After loading the mainspring and shells, the gunner shouted while wiping his sweat.

"Very good." After a quick glance to confirm, Mormont raised his right hand and swung it down, "Fire."

Using a hook to hook the hook, a soldier used the improved holy wind rod to press on the H-shaped fulcrum, and the whole person suddenly jumped up and pressed down, and with a roar of "pop", he pulled out the pin in the clockwork warehouse.

With a deafening roar, a blurry black shadow and a sweeping airflow spewed out from the muzzle of the Griffin cannon.

The ship was shaking violently, water was splashing, and even the stern of the gunboat was jerking up as if it was about to jump out of the water.

The surrounding soldiers and warriors grabbed the side of the boat, and the planks creaked under the heavy weight.

Mormont was not distracted by the shaking of the ship. He held on to the handrail and followed the cannonballs in the air.

Until the coal-black, rough iron ball drew an arc and hit the top of the castle wall accurately.

The next moment, bricks and stones collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, as if a small earthquake had erupted.

The tattered flag on the arrow tower was torn into pieces by the vibrating air currents, and was barely hanging on the bent flagpole, swaying in the wind.

The surrounding Black Snake Bay warriors looked at Mormont's actions and the destroyed battlements. Although it was not the first time they had seen it, their eyes were still filled with surprise and incomprehension.

They may not understand, but that doesn't stop them from cheering for every hit.

"The shooting star hit again."

"Eat shit, priests!"

Mormont lowered his head, calmly recording the scale of the screw, the time and the shooting effect, completely ignoring the awe-filled looks of those around him.

But when he raised his head again, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the cheering Black Snake Bay warriors around him.

Mormont frowned slightly, but a trace of bitterness and helplessness rose in his heart. Did his fellow countrymen really understand what he was doing?

More than once, these Black Snake Bay wizards came to inquire about the secrets of this "ritual magic" openly or secretly, asking why their movements were the same, and even got black iron pipes and cannonballs but couldn't fire them.

In their eyes, this griffin cannon is more like a magical instrument than a sophisticated clockwork cannon. As long as a set of actions are performed according to the prescribed rules, meteor magic can be used.

In the past, Mormont would have cheered with them, but now he found it difficult to fit in, as if a thick barrier had been built between them.

The Thousand Valley War not only changed the Thousand Valley, but also changed all the people who participated in the war.

After the War of the Thousand Valleys, Mormont was recommended by Horn to enter the St. Dange Military Academy to study mathematics, astrology and officer drill.

But the reality did not give him much time. He had not even had time to complete a full school year before he had to rush south to support his hometown, Black Snake Bay.

When he first came back, Mormont felt quite a bit of mixed joy in his heart - but soon, this emotion was shattered by reality.

He must use the theories he just learned in the drill manual to train a new army in Black Snake Bay within two months or even one and a half months.

Two-thirds of these soldiers had never even touched a musket. In such a short period of time, Mormont only taught them how to line up and obey orders, and then they had to go to the battlefield to directly practice and learn combat and spearmanship.

Although the situation in the Southern County was precarious, he always hoped to stay in the Central County for a few more days at this time, at least to let these new recruits practice the Sixteen-style Long Spear Manual.

After finishing their share of the battle for today, Mormont whistled, and the gunboat they were on slowly approached the shore.

When his leather boots made a crisp sound on the dock plank road, the messenger who had been waiting at the dock for a long time immediately stepped forward and waved, "Lord Mormont, His Majesty invites you!"

(End of this chapter)