When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 675: Catapult with a range of two miles?

"You 1000 people were beaten by 500 people and fled in panic, and then you tell me that you tried your best?" Ursion looked coldly at the knights in front of him.

"It's not that we didn't try hard, but the enemy had meteors." The knights quickly explained, gesticulating, "We didn't even get close to them when there was a boom, boom, boom, and when we saw their helmets clearly, there was a bang, bang, and then we were bleeding."

"Is the power of the Devil's Wind so great?"

"Yes." The leading knight hurriedly explained, "They can fire arrows without shafts, which can even break plate armor."

"If that's the case, how come you three aren't injured at all?" Ursion stood up and stared at the knights fiercely. "No matter what, there should be gains, right? As long as there is a head, I can accept it."

"Yes, yes." A knight's eyes lit up and he said hastily, "I'll have someone bring it to you right away."

"You still want to hide it from me? When you cut off the heads of the prisoners from Black Snake Bay to make up the numbers, didn't I know?"

Seeing the three knights hesitating, Ursion waved his hand in disgust: "All three of you will be stripped of your military positions. Go up to the city wall and make amends for your crimes. Get out."

The three knights looked at each other and left the narrow wooden house with sad faces.

Picking up the black tea on the table, Ursion became upset when he saw the battle report on the table. He turned his head away and walked to the window with the teacup in his hand.

From yesterday morning to this morning, except for the port of the Morne River in the west, defeated soldiers and snake-man servants poured into the Temple of Avis from all directions.

Reports of defeat flew into Ursion's study like snowflakes.

After receiving the news that the Savior Army had entered Greenblood Town, in just two days, first the outer outposts were removed one after another, and then the large and small strongholds were breached.

It was really hard for Ursion to imagine. Although the walls of those strongholds were fragile and poorly guarded, it was impossible for three or four of them to be breached in one day, right?

In just two days, all the small military outposts on the north and east sides of the Temple of Avis were almost wiped out.

Once these villages were occupied, even drinking water would have become a problem if the city had not stored a lot of beer.

Before the carrier pigeon from the Western County Church arrived, Ursion was thinking about how to transport the treasures and supplies out of the temple.

But he didn't expect that in just three or five days, he was surrounded by the Qianhe Valley Salvation Army before he could even escape.

This war was originally launched to ensure the monopoly of the Lilac Corridor, which stood in opposition to the royal family. Ursion naturally could not use the banner of the Fran royal family to threaten Horn.

To this end, he decided to test the quality of the Thousand Valley troops first, and sent 700 armored soldiers and 300 infantry knights to attack a lost castle in the north.

But this group of useless knights who were only looking for merit were defeated at the first blow by 500 people and were unable to collect much information.

Although there was not much information, Ursion still extracted the most crucial part: this group of soldiers should be the pseudo-Pope's personal army that defeated the Imperial Order Company.

Then there is no need to go out of the city for a battle.

He was quite confident in his own self-assessment that he was 100% unable to defeat these tough infantrymen in a field battle.

But who says victory can only be achieved through a field battle?
Ursion had received handwritten letters of guarantee from the church and Duke Portosa early on. As long as he defended the city for two weeks, Duke Portosa would be able to break through Sora Castle and provide support.

At present, the supplies and defensive equipment in the city can last at least one month. We just need to be careful not to let these Saviors use magic to secretly open the city gates.

"Boom-"

Ursion, who was drinking tea elegantly, felt his feet shake, and dust from the beams fell down.

Wiping the tea stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, Ursion walked to the door with a stern face and said, "Someone come!"

Soon, with the second whistle, a Frankish armored sergeant came staggering over, holding his helmet.

"What was that just now? Was it an earthquake?"

"No, sir, the army of the Thousand River Valley has begun to attack the city. Their catapults have entered the city."

"Catapult?"

Following the armored soldier, Ursion, wearing a large black feather brocade robe, stepped on the slippery steps and rushed all the way to the gatehouse of the eastern section of the city wall. From the gap between the battlements, the earl from the Lilac Corridor stuck half of his head out and saw the fluttering sun gear flags more than two miles outside the city.

On the green and moist grass, this group of soldiers were wearing the same black and gray padded uniforms, helmets with brims or boat-shaped helmets, and in front of them was a temporary mound of earth.

On the mound was placed a huge, straight black iron pillar, slanted on the ground, with one end facing the city wall on this side.

Before Ursion could ask what it was, an old knight beside him changed his expression drastically, shouted "Be careful" and pounced on Ursion.

Under the huge force, Ursion fell on his back and grimaced in pain, but as soon as he opened his eyes a little, he felt a shadow blocking the sunlight.

Is that... a rough iron ball that is completely black?
The iron ball disappeared in front of Ursion like an illusion, and the next second, he heard the dull "bang" just now.

Pushing away the knight on his body, Ursion rushed to the city wall. Dust rose from the two wooden houses behind the wall, iron nails and wood chips flew everywhere, and thatch flew all over the sky.

From the dark gap in the wall, cries and groans followed one after another.

The catapults designed by the empire's top military engineers should have a range of less than one mile.

Why did he have such a dream about a catapult that could throw iron bullets into the city from two miles away?
While Ultheon was distracted, the griffin cannon slowly turned amidst Mormont's furious Black Snake Bay curse.

The fourth cannon left the range of the city gate tower and flew into the city towards the left corner. The fifth cannon finally hit the base of the city wall.

Eight minutes later, the sixth cannon, which was fired by Mormont himself, drew a perfect irregular arc and hit the stone-covered section of the wall.

The vibration under their feet made everyone on the walls of the Temple of Avis change their expressions drastically.

This kind of wall, which is almost vertical to the ground and has no inclination, is perfect for the 12-pound Griffin cannon.

After wiping the lubricant that accidentally stuck to his hands on his pants, Mormont left the gun position under the respectful gazes of the surrounding gunners: "Okay, let's fire like this. His Majesty has ordered that you do not stop before dark."

The Griffin cannon in front was firing, the carriage carrying the clockwork warehouse in the back was moving quickly on the dirt road, and the hydraulic winding machine at the end of the dirt road was turning slowly.

The water flow forced by the low dam and cage stones hit the fan blades, the main shaft locked by rivets and iron hoops made a harsh squeaking sound, and the humid air was filled with the clicking sound of the meshing gears.

The bathtub-sized copper spring gradually shrank as it spun rapidly, and was compressed into a golden cylinder only the size of a washbasin.

The operators skillfully and carefully installed the spring clips and locking wedges, opened the cover of the spring compartment, inserted the spring into the main power shaft, and then fastened the locking wedges with a latch.

As the lid is closed, there is a "click" sound and the winding is completed.

Standing next to the winding machine, Horn smiled at Leonardo with satisfaction and said, "Your mechanical talent has once again shocked me."

"You flatter me……"

"What about me?" Novia popped out from somewhere.

“You’re great, too.”

The witch of the Mechanical Soul Church then left with satisfaction.

Turning his head, Horn pointed at the hydraulic winder and asked, "Tomorrow the sand sculpture cannon and 60 new spring chambers will be delivered to the rear. Will this winder be enough?"

"It's barely enough. We'd better build a new one." Leonardo looked at the foam and splashes of water between the water wheels. "Fortunately, the Temple of Avis is located on the high ground beside the river, otherwise we would not have such convenient water conditions."

Horn nodded silently. The biggest problem with this kind of winding machine is that it has to rely on hydraulic power, followed by the problem of the mainspring chamber.

Although the mainspring clip itself can be made of carbon steel wrought iron, the core pins and locking wedges must be made of high-quality steel with extremely strong tensile strength or even mithril alloy.

Although the cannon foundry in Mayo Town worked at full capacity, it only produced 60 clockwork chambers in three months, and even used up all the mithril and adamantium reserves.

Currently, Mithril and Mithril are very rare in nature. Most of the deposits are stored in the volcanic areas of the Crucible Plateau and are firmly controlled by the dwarves.

But the Thousand Valleys are separated from the dwarves by the Gravel Plains, the Roaring Corridor and the entire Bearhammer Territory. At least for now, the Sacred Axis can only rely on imports.

(End of this chapter)