Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 484: Nominal Persuasion to Surrender
boom! boom! boom!
Three consecutive shells flew out from the muzzle of the magic-powered cannon and shot towards the enemy position in the distance. Dickinson, standing ten meters away from the cannon, could feel the slight tremor of the earth.

A few seconds later, several clouds of dust and smoke from explosions rose from the enemy camp in the distance. The chaotic scene of enemy soldiers and horses falling to the ground nearly a mile away looked like a silent pantomime in his eyes.

This pure frontal confrontation was obviously different from the attack on the old king. Both sides, without the protection of strong walls, relied purely on sophisticated weapons and the bravery of the soldiers to defeat the enemy.

The Knights of Saint Valen and the cavalry under the command of other great noble lords are indeed rare elite combat forces in the central countries of the entire southern continent... Unfortunately, they encountered the magical army of the King of the North.

Seeing his former comrades crumble in an instant under such a crushing and ruthless attack, Dickinson turned his body slightly with some pity and subconsciously squinted his eyes to stare at the ground.

Ivan, the young officer standing beside him, glanced at him and explained casually, "Mr. Knight, we've tried to persuade them to surrender. The other lords have accepted and voluntarily withdrawn their troops from the Vatican's coalition forces... Only the commander of the Royal Capital Knights remains stubborn. Nothing but ruthless judgment awaits them."

Long before the Northern Army arrived to persuade them to surrender, most of the feudal lords had already received the news of the fall of the capital and the abdication and death of the Grand Duke. They knew the terrifying weapons and extraordinary means in the hands of the Northern lords. Anyone who valued his life and the cavalry he had accumulated with great difficulty would not resist in such a one-sided situation.

Last night, Dickinson, who was in charge of persuading the lords to surrender, went to the military camps of various feudal lords with a small team of soldiers. They were all solemnly received as if they were the king's envoys. Only the Royal Capital Knights, who were at the forefront of the border battlefield and mixed with the church's judgment army, gave them an expected rejection.

So at dawn today, when the scouts brought the news that the other noble lords were withdrawing one after another, the Northern Army also discovered information that the Royal Capital Knights, in conjunction with the Church's Inquisition Army, were slowly heading towards the Northern Army's camp.

The two cavalry groups totaled nearly two thousand people, but there were no bloodline knights and combat priests of the Holy See among them. These main combat forces that had been entangled with the Daes Mage Corps on the border for nearly half a year seemed to still focus on their old rivals, the spellcasters, and did not pay too much attention to the Northern Army that suddenly appeared behind them.

This pure cavalry charge did not pose much of a threat to the current Northern Army... When the enemy had just assembled a cavalry formation a mile away, three magic-powered cannons had already roared and ruthlessly bombarded the densely packed enemy.

The sniper team that was originally positioned on the high slope on the side to guard against high-ranking priests and bloodline knights, after failing to find any targets, turned their sights to the knight officers in bright armor and fluttering flags. After several knight commanders suddenly trembled, a ball of blood mixed with armor fragments burst out of their chests, and they fell off their horses silently, this elite cavalry regiment that was invincible on the battlefields of various countries was finally completely messed up.

The fierce and valiant charge of a thousand cavalrymen... was over before it even began.

The frightened warhorses mercilessly trampled on the knights who were thrown to the ground. The cavalrymen who barely controlled their horses pulled the reins tightly and retreated subconsciously to the rear of the army. The ordinary infantrymen who were already at the end could not discern the officers' orders in the chaotic situation and blocked the cavalry's retreat.

No one knew what the black shadow that kept flying from afar was. They only knew that once it landed in the dense crowd, it would immediately cause a violent explosion and fire. Everyone within a radius of ten meters would be covered in blood and their limbs would be broken. It would be difficult to even keep a complete corpse.

The knights sitting on their horses were even more worried. They didn't know when their comrades' chests or heads would suddenly explode along with their armor, and blood, flesh and armor fragments would splatter all over the heads and faces of the people around them. The scene was like hell.

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Wayne was holding a pair of binoculars, observing the tragic scene in the enemy's formation calmly, and he never ordered to stop the shelling... He had no intention of transporting the one hundred magic shells he brought to the border this time back intact.

"Battalion Commander!" The scout who was also responsible for lookout and observation shouted, "I'm afraid the enemy cannot complete the cavalry assembly. Should we order the soldiers to advance?" "Wait a minute." Wayne put down the telescope and shook his head slowly, without even looking at Dickinson who was standing beside him with a pale face.

The bombardment continued for two more rounds. Seeing that the enemy's formation was out of control and showing signs of collapse, many soldiers who were ready to fight turned their heads frequently and looked at the commander's position, wondering why he hadn't ordered the entire army to move forward to meet the enemy.

After a while, a pitch-black night owl suddenly emerged from the void in front of Wayne, flapped its wings and crashed into his palm, which he raised subconsciously. The bird instantly turned into a pile of ashes, leaving a small note in his palm.

As agreed... Daeus's Federation Mage Corps also launched an offensive against the Church's Army of Inquisition early this morning. It was because they held back this group of church priests who also possessed extraordinary powers that the Northern Army was able to achieve such a crushing victory by bombarding the mortal cavalry with impunity.

Attacking from both front and back, the armed forces of the church and the nobles who depend on them will be completely wiped out from the root... This was the cooperation plan that Harvey had agreed upon with the Federation before sending troops to the capital.

The so-called "persuasion to surrender" was just an act in name only to enhance public opinion. For those lords and princes who chose to surrender and cooperate, it was also a great honor for the noble group in Saint Valen.

Anyone who refuses to surrender will be executed on the spot. This was the real order Harvey personally gave to Pierce and other remaining officers before returning to Spark City.

At this rate, apart from those noble lords who knew the situation and received the news in advance and quietly withdrew their troops last night, the diehards who dared to openly appear before the Northern Army today would probably not even have the chance to surrender.

Following the order, the infantrymen who had been ready for battle began to advance slowly towards the enemy's position. Only when they were within rifle shooting range did the enemy react and barely put their chaotic troops together, rushing towards them under the hoarse shouts of the surviving officers.

Dense gunshots echoed in the wilderness like raindrops, and a puff of white smoke floated above the infantry positions of the Northern Army - that was the smoke produced by the firing of new magic bullets mixed with dragon flame powder. More than fifty knights and their infantry escorts fell to the ground on the muddy grass in groups like wheat being cut before they could rush within fifty meters of the Northern Army's position.

"You're just a sitting duck, completely defenseless..."

"Their charge was far less impressive than the Church's Knights of the Shining Spear."

"Nonsense! That's a cavalry regiment composed entirely of bloodline knights..."

The Northern Army soldiers led by Wayne, numbering less than a thousand, did not even activate their magic machine guns. They relied solely on the power of their automatic rifles to kill the enemies halfway through the charge.

This was the first round of charge by the Royal Knights and the Vatican Knights, and also the last round of cavalry charge in this war.

After that... the entire enemy army was completely defeated in an instant.

(End of this chapter)