Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 393 Differences in Common Sense

Baron Claire took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the two butlers tactfully stepped aside.

Then, he lowered his voice and asked, "Lord Yaro, how many grenades exactly?"

Looking at the crater in front of them, Yaro explained, "If we want to achieve this level of power, the materials here can only make a maximum of a hundred."

Since gunpowder has limited power, the amount of gunpowder used must be increased to threaten fully armed heavy armor.

It's possible that a significant portion of the materials left in Lan'er Village will be lost.

"Can we still produce more?" Baron Claire asked hastily. "Ideally, we should have tens of thousands. Only with that many can we directly defeat the invasion of the Saint Fernando Empire."

"Ten thousand?"

Yaro frowned, and said irritably, "What do you think this is? A roadside stone?"

What does tens of thousands of pieces mean?

Enough to plow through the army of the San Fernando Empire!

Yaro didn't have the time or the amount of magic stones to buy materials to make that many grenades.

Under the shadow of the hot air balloon, Baron Claire felt inexplicably less confident. He licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice:

"You... you mentioned before that there are 'treasures that can help you overcome your predicament,' but this thing isn't powerful enough. If we don't have enough of it..."

not enough?

It poses a threat even to regular knights, and can wipe out large numbers of ordinary soldiers with a single explosion.

In this semi-ancient battlefield, a hundred grenades are enough to influence the outcome of the war!

Is that not enough?

"Baron Claire, you're too greedy!"

Yarrow interrupted him, rebuking him mercilessly:

"You guys fought bravely before, keeping the situation deadlocked, and now you're just waiting for me to solve the problem?"

"That's right, I said 'a treasure that can help you overcome your difficulties,' listen carefully, it's 'help,' not directly solve your problems!"

"This is not my hometown, I have no relatives or friends here, and even the castle I'm living in now is just rented from you!"

"The Count's territory, the San Fernando Empire, and even the Kingdom of Lanelli—none of these places are my homeland, and they make no difference to me."

"I'm willing to help you only because the high-ranking officials of the Viscount's territory are dead, and I need some manpower to help me manage it. I've lived in Perrin Castle for so long, and I'm comfortable using your manpower, so I don't want to change it for the time being!"

Actually, there were more reasons why Yaro helped them.

Emotional aspects:

Overthrow the bloody methods used by viscounts to extract materials for wizards, establish witch hunter academies to train a large number of witch hunters, gather serfs, lower tax rates, and redistribute land...

Compared to its surroundings, the Earldom's approach was like a lotus blooming in the mud—dazzling, unforgettable, and breathtaking!

Those who hold salaries for everyone should not be frozen to death in the wind and snow; those who open the way for freedom should not be trapped in thorns.

If you like someone, then help them; it's about upholding justice and having a clear conscience.

There was, of course, a rational consideration involved.

For example, the geographical location of the earldom; winning people's hearts (especially like the nominal student—Bevin); the theory of contradiction (without the principal contradiction, the secondary contradiction becomes the principal contradiction); and preparing to deal with wanted persons who may arrive at any time...

From a moral, rational, and even economic perspective, it should be supported.

However, there's no need to reveal all of these things.

Yaro stared intently at Baron Claire and concluded slowly, "What I need are allies, warriors with a fighting spirit, not a bunch of insatiable 'giant babies'."

"But..." Baron Claire opened her mouth, her expression growing increasingly grim, hesitant to speak, unsure of what to say.

Having lost in their first duel and witnessed Yarrow's unpredictable and mysterious methods time and time again, Baron Claire now had no confidence to speak tough.

But the reason why Baron Claire disobeyed Miss Milina and helped Yarrow plot against Red Lanelli was precisely to resolve the crisis in the Earl's territory.

What is this now?

You're turning your back on me now?

Yaro had no idea what Claire was thinking, and seeing his angry but speechless expression, he felt a little strange.

He's made himself so clear, so what does that expression mean?

"Heaven helps those who help themselves, and people will always help those who help themselves." Don't you understand such a simple principle?

Baron Claire took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Lord Yarrow, the grenades are far too weak; this number is simply not enough to solve any problem!"

"While this thing can threaten a regular knight, it's unlikely to be fatal. As for ordinary soldiers, it's completely insignificant. I can easily defeat a large group without it."

Upon hearing Baron Claire's explanation, Yarrow suddenly understood.

Baron Claire, and indeed all the nobles, had no idea what war was!

No... to put it another way, what Yaro thought was common knowledge in war, they didn't even know!

Attack while the enemy is crossing the river, wait for them to tire themselves out, support each other from all sides, water and fire are merciless... In just a moment, Yaro could recall countless classic cases.

These treasures of civilization are scattered in the memories of past lives. If needed, one can simply copy the answers from the question bank whenever a similar situation is encountered.

Furthermore, each answer may be a groundbreaking solution devised by one, or even many, exceptional geniuses under the circumstances at the time!

Of course, if Yarrow were to actually take command, he might end up being nothing more than a theorist with no real strategy.

But the enemy now is no ordinary foe either!

Even theoretical discussions are better than village-level brawls, right?

Thinking of this, Yaro tentatively asked, "Haven't you considered concentrating your grenades, waiting for the enemy's elite troops to attack the city, then throwing them out to directly rout their elite forces, and then taking the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, herding the fleeing soldiers like sheep towards the enemy camp?"

This isn't a strategy; it's just a normal battlefield tactic.

Normally, the strategy is to attack the army's weaknesses and then drive the routed soldiers to achieve victory against the odds, or at least reduce one's own casualties.

Now that we have grenades, we can completely reverse the situation and directly attack the enemy's strongest team.

"Huh? Is that okay?" Baron Claire was taken aback; he had never actually used it before.

Seeing Claire's bewildered expression, Yaro suddenly understood why the Earl's territory, despite its strategic location, had been besieged at its doorstep in such a short time.

Thinking of this, Yaro simply shared his opinion:

"The grenade's deafening roar, coupled with its power that even a full-fledged knight couldn't withstand, should be enough to intimidate ordinary soldiers, right?"

"They are highly lethal and have a strong deterrent effect. With these grenades, we can completely stun any elite enemy we face."

"Even if a regular knight wants to boost morale and dares to charge with grenades, his personal guards will not be able to withstand the bombs. Moreover, after several rounds of bombardment, even a regular knight will be dizzy and the surrounding area will be wiped out, and you can easily kill them."

"In short, with a hundred or so grenades, we can definitely rout the vanguard. At this point, with these fleeing soldiers mixed in, plus the shock effect of the huge roar of the grenades on the enemy, it is very likely that we can sweep across the entire battlefield, and they may not even have any means to resist."

"The key here is not when to use it. Ordinary soldiers can't withstand it anyway. When their casualties reach the limit, they can only scatter and flee."

Aside from the issue of formal knights, this was an ancient battlefield with a low level of warfare and still in the era of cold weapons.

The Earl's territory occupies a strategically important location, like standing next to a defensive tower, allowing them to attack or retreat at will, giving them the initiative on the battlefield.

Furthermore, gunpowder weapons had a suppressive effect on cold weapons.

Victory will not be difficult.

(End of this chapter)