Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 291: Breaking the City in an Instant
"We can't let them keep doing this... using these long-range magic weapons to attack us recklessly!" The Inquisition Knight Damir pulled the flustered magic advisor to his feet and said grimly, "Open the city gates immediately and have the lord's family knights lead the charge!"

There were indeed spellcasters hidden among the civilian soldiers outside the city. Judging from the attack intervals of the strange magic weapon, it was obvious that the spellcaster needed to infuse his own magic power to drive it. He had seen too many alchemical tricks of these wizards in the Evil Moon Mountains... The best way to deal with them was to fight them at close range, leaving those guys no chance or time to operate the magic weapon.

The spellcaster's own magic reserves are limited. If all the strength is used to operate the magic weapon, the magic power will naturally be exhausted quickly. At that time, these weak guys will be more vulnerable than those unarmored civilian soldiers.

Thinking of this, Damir decided not to delay any longer. He drew the enchanted sword from his waist and walked down the city wall. Magic consultant Angel hurriedly followed at the baron's signal.

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When the violent muffled thunder exploded on the city wall, the knights of the Earl's family gathered at the city gate and the dozens of knights of the Judgment Army who arrived later had just finished forming a line and were checking their armor and swords.

The huge explosion and tremor above their heads frightened the war horses so much that they neighed continuously. Many knights pulled the reins to make their horses spin in place, causing the team that had just assembled to fall into chaos again.

"Did the enemy send spellcasters to attack?" The battle priest frowned and asked as he looked at the knight Damir who hurried over from the city wall.

Damir nodded, turned around and mounted his restless warhorse, raised his sword and gestured to the phalanx of knights behind him, "The city gate is about to open. Everyone, follow me and charge immediately. The enemy is less than a kilometer away. We must break through their defenses as quickly as possible!"

He tilted his head and saw Angel, the magic consultant, who had followed him. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Angel, please send some men to follow us out of the city and help us deal with the spellcasters hiding among the soldiers."

Angel nodded in agreement. There were obviously no signs of high-level spellcasters active in the enemy army. Otherwise, when the city wall was attacked just now, those guys who could fly in would have taken advantage of the opportunity to sneak in. This also showed that most of those who manipulated those long-range magic weapons were mid- to low-level mages. With this group of Knights of the Inquisition and Combat Priests of the Church blocking the way for them, the chances of winning this battle were extremely high.

After everyone was ready and waited for a long time, they found that the city gate was still not open.

This gate, which weighs thousands of pounds and is made of iron bars and solid wood, needs several guards on the city wall to turn a winch as big as a wheel to slowly open it. But the order to open the gate has been issued for a long time, why is there no sign of the gate moving or opening?

Just as Damir was about to send another guard up the city wall to urge them, a muffled thunder rang in his ears again.

Immediately afterwards, violent explosions rang out one after another. Damir grabbed the reins of the warhorse and was about to use the brute force of the Blood Knight to suppress the horse's restlessness when the huge stone bricks next to the city gate suddenly burst open!
boom!
The flying debris shot out from the thick smoke and dust like a crossbow arrow. Damir only had time to hear the sound of flying stones breaking through the air before he felt a sudden numbness in his chest, shoulders and waist. He realized that his armor was pierced by something, and the body wrapped in it was also pierced.

The Knight Commander, who was gifted with blood, immediately mobilized all his strength and used his muscles to force the wound closed to slow down the blood flow. As long as the internal organs and head were not penetrated, this injury would not make a high-level Inquisition soldier lose his combat ability.

But the next second, he heard the sound of thunder ringing in his ears again in despair...

"They... why are their attacks getting faster and faster? Isn't there a time between casts?"

As soon as this thought came into his mind, the horse under him suddenly trembled violently, raised its front legs high and let out a wounded neigh. The Knight Commander had no time to react and was thrown heavily off the horse. The frightened warhorse stepped on his knee again in its frantic gallop.

A piercing pain made him groan involuntarily, and the wound that had been suppressed burst open.

Two Knights of the Inquisition surrounded him, drove away his mad horse, and dragged him aside. "Knight Commander! Are you injured?"

In the chaos, Damir turned his head and found that the knights' phalanx was in chaos. Many people were injured and fell off their horses. Those at the back of the charging team rode their horses to both sides of the city gate, trying to avoid the sudden explosion damage.

He grabbed his knight's arm and struggled to stand, but after several attempts, he failed. Gritting his teeth, he looked at his injured leg, a bloody mess at his knee. The deformed and shattered leg armor had pierced his thigh, and the faint white of the broken bone could be seen peeking through the flesh and trousers. Damir felt a chill in his heart, and the strange thundering sound began again...

This time it was the stone beam above the city gate that was hit.

He saw with his own eyes a huge stone brick shatter and fall to the ground, hitting a knight who was riding a horse recklessly, instantly smashing him and his horse into a pulp.

"It's a high-level spellcaster! It's the high-level mage chapter of the Federation!"

A magic consultant from the Earl's family in the back screamed in shock, and the already chaotic scene immediately exploded.

They weren't fighting a pioneer lord from the northern wastes, but a high-ranking wizard warband from the Spellcasters' Union. So what was the point of fighting? Staying here was simply waiting for death!
The knights who had originally assembled turned their horses around and fled towards the city behind them, knocking the magic consultants and wizard attendants who were originally behind them to the ground, and they trampled on each other like headless flies.

Knight Damir was dragged quickly away from the city gate by two loyal Inquisition soldiers. He had only been dragged a few meters when he heard a rumbling thunder and a wall stone as big as a millstone flew overhead.

The stone came straight towards them, and the Knight Commander of the Judgment Army closed his eyes in despair.

The last sound I heard before I lost consciousness was a terrified roar from behind me.

"The city gate is broken!"

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Four rounds of volleys were fired, and three missed the target.

Lynx felt that the cold sweat coming out of his vest was about to soak his thick winter combat uniform. He secretly glanced at the gloomy face of the commander standing not far away, and lowered his head to look at the four empty compartments of the ammunition box under his feet that was fully loaded with twelve magic energy shells.

It's over! It's definitely over now! It was obvious that during training, the artillery group he was in had the best accuracy, and they also performed well in the field battle against the enemy outside Jackdaw Town yesterday.

Why did they perform so poorly today? They must have been dragged down by those useless comrades in the other artillery groups!

He gritted his teeth and glared at the leaders of the left and right artillery groups. He found that everyone's face looked bad, and some of them were secretly turning their backs to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

The gate of Grizzly Fort, one thousand meters away, is indeed a smaller artillery target compared to the cavalry formation of four or five hundred people charging in a group, but this thing is a dead object that cannot move. How did these guys manage to miss it after three rounds of firing?
Pierce's face turned pale as he looked at the city gate that had finally been blown open after the last round of bombardment, with only one thought in his mind.

If I can't get enough spoils in the city of Count Grizzly Castle to make up for the loss of ammunition this time, I'm afraid that when I return to the territory this time, even if Lord Harvey doesn't reprimand me too much, Mentor Asdalen will not let me go.

And Reiner, he was most concerned about these already extremely scarce magic energy shells...

(End of this chapter)