Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

The beginning is always the hardest. Once the first flintlock musket was made, the subsequent replication process became much simpler.

Faced with an enemy that could strike again at any time, Lynn focused all his efforts on flintlock musket production and gunpowder manufacturing.

A few days later, late at night, the central tent at the Ironstone Fortress advance camp was brightly lit.

Viscount Gavin Hossman wore a meticulously maintained suit of plate armor, covered by a robe embroidered with the family crest.

The armor was heavy, but at this moment, that heaviness gave him a twisted sense of security.

Before him lay the final confirmed attack route map, with his adjutant and several knight captains standing beside him. All of them had solemn expressions, their eyes filled with a mixture of tension, excitement, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Do you all understand your mission?" Gavin's voice sounded muffled inside his helmet, but he tried to maintain his authority.

"Yes, sir!" the crowd replied in unison.

"The feint attack force to the north should primarily use catapult bombardment and infantry assaults to create maximum disturbance and draw the main defending force away. Archers should focus on suppressing the walls, paying particular attention to the ballista and those strange archers."

Gavin pressed his finger heavily on the north side of the map: "I want at least 80% of them left behind at the North Wall!"

"clear!"

"The main attacking force on the south side will be lightly armed, carrying only essential weapons and climbing tools. They will depart at 3:00 AM, using the cover of darkness and the feint attack from the north to secretly advance along the predetermined route to the south of Grayrock Town. The general offensive will launch in the darkest hour before dawn, when the feint attack from the north is at its most intense, the defenders are most exhausted, and their attention is most scattered!"

Gavin's gaze swept over the captains in charge of the southern assault, including the Frostfire Knight in full plate armor: "At all costs, open a breach in the shortest time possible and charge in! There is only one target—Lynn Cole! Death or life!"

"yes!"

Gavin took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all the unease and doubt in his chest.

Last time, he was careless and underestimated the new lord, but this time he wouldn't. This time, he sent almost all his troops, plus the men supported by Earl Karl. He believed that with overwhelming force, he could definitely take down this small Grayrock Town.

"Lord Gavin." A voice suddenly rang out from outside the tent.

Gavin's expression tightened, and the next moment, a slightly respectful voice came from inside his helmet: "Your Excellency, please come in."

The tent flap was lifted, and a person dressed in normal knight's attire slowly walked in.

Unlike other knights, the opponent's armor did not bear any family crest, and wisps of almost tangible black energy emanated from the gaps between the armor plates.

"Lord Gavin, I and other 'Agents' will be joining the main assault team this time." The other person's voice was hoarse, and his eyes under his helmet emitted a faint red glow.

Gavin's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Your Excellency."

The other party fell silent, turned and walked out of the tent, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Watching the other person's disappearing figure, Gavin's confidence soared.

The other party's origins are very mysterious. Lord Karl only told him that they were sent by someone above and that they were very powerful.

Gavin felt as if he were a humanoid monster; when Gavin stood in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble instinctively.

If the other side can join the main attack team, then this operation is definitely a done deal.

……

In the early hours of the morning, the deathly silence outside the northern wall of Gray Rock Town was suddenly broken.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two muffled thuds came from the darkness, followed by the whooshing sound of heavy objects being torn apart!

Two jagged, monstrous rocks, carrying immense force, slammed into the north wall of Gray Rock Town, producing a dull, drum-like impact. The solid cement wall was smashed, leaving obvious dents and spiderweb-like cracks, with debris flying everywhere!

It's a catapult!

The soldiers guarding the wall were awakened by this sudden long-range attack. The alarm blared! Torches were quickly lit, illuminating their tense faces.

"Enemy attack! To the north! They have catapults!" the soldiers on the watchtower shouted hoarsely.

Leon rushed up the north wall immediately, his face grave.

He anticipated that the other side would come again, but he did not expect that they would come with such siege equipment!

"Balloon team! Locate the catapults! Suppressive fire!" Leon roared. "Archers, take your positions! Dodge the rocks! Spearmen, prepare to prevent them from getting close in the chaos!"

The defense system of Gray Rock Town was quickly put into operation.

The winch of the ballista tightened with a creak, and a thick bolt shot toward the predicted location of the catapult in the darkness.

The militiamen gripped their spears, and the hunters raised their composite bows from behind the battlements.

However, the attack did not stop. After firing one volley, the catapults appeared to adjust their position and continued firing.

Stones flew everywhere, hitting the walls and falling inside, creating continuous destruction, fire, and chaos.

Immediately afterwards, a deep horn sounded.

In the darkness, shadowy figures began to move, their shields reflecting the scattered firelight as they approached the wall.

The infantry phalanx, with heavy steps and under the cover of archers, began the first wave of probing attacks.

The battle erupted suddenly outside the north wall and quickly intensified. Arrows rained down, and shouts of battle, the sounds of impacts, screams, and the pounding of stones mingled together, shattering the tranquility of the wilderness.

The catapults hurled stones at the defenders, and although they failed to immediately destroy the sturdy concrete wall, the continuous impacts and cracking sounds greatly shook the morale of the defenders.

The infantry charged in waves under the cover of shields, arrows flying back and forth like locusts.

Leon commanded with composure, each roar of the ballistae eliciting screams in the darkness, while the hunters' composite bows precisely reaped the enemies peeking through the gaps in the shield wall.

But the pressure remains immense, with the enemy seemingly disregarding casualties and launching wave after wave of attacks.

"Sir! There are too many of them! We're running out of arrows quickly!" a squad leader shouted as he rushed to Leon's side, his face covered in dirt and blood.

Leon looked up at the sky, then at the figures gradually approaching the wall.

This distance... is enough!

"Grenade Throwing Team! Ready!"

"exist!"

The mine-throwing team leader led a dozen men, crouching low as they ran over, followed by several others carrying two heavy wooden crates.

"On my command!" Leon pointed to the area at the base of the wall where the crowd was densest and the attack was most intense: "Throw it into the crowd! Don't hold back!"

The squad leader nodded emphatically, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He and his men quickly opened the box, took out the earthenware jars, and lit the fuses with torches. The burning hemp ropes hissed and flashed a brief red light in the darkness.

"Throw!"

Seven or eight homemade bombs, lit and ignited, were hurled over the wall, tracing arcs as they fell toward the dense enemy ranks.

The soldiers below the wall, seeing the flying canisters, assumed they were fire pots or stones and instinctively raised their shields to block them.

However, the scene before them the next moment overturned their understanding.