Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

Carl got up from the ground, wincing in pain from the injury on his shoulder.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

He's completely dazed right now.

He had a premonition that there might be an ambush at this location, but he didn't expect the ambush method to be so bizarre!

Unlike the previous battle where Gavin was defeated by some strange weapons, although those weapons were incredibly powerful, they were at least used by humans.

But what about this time?

Those who were clearing the way ahead were inexplicably blasted into the air!

If it weren't for the occasional dark figures rushing down the hillsides from both sides, they might not have even known where the enemy was this time.

This time, they might not even know where the enemy is.

The dark shadows flying down the hillside were like the Grim Reaper, sometimes exploding and scattering a "rain of iron," sometimes crashing down and tearing everything in their path.

Those dark figures were ruthlessly plundering the lives of their subordinates in the crowd. Karl couldn't even see what these figures were, so he couldn't react at all.

He stared wide-eyed at the pass ahead, where a massacre he had never seen before was unfolding.

The explosions are still ongoing.

It wasn't just once or twice, it happened repeatedly.

With each loud bang, a burst of fire erupted, and several people were thrown into the air.

The soldiers didn't even know where the enemy was; they could only see people around them suddenly fall, see severed limbs flying everywhere, and see blood staining the ground.

Carl's back was covered in cold sweat.

He remembered.

Those shadowy figures—he had heard the Order's messengers say they had seen similar ones in Grayrock Town.

During Gavin's two attacks, Lynn's side used a kind of "explosive iron can" that could kill a whole group of people when thrown.

But that time it was thrown, and the distance was very short, at most a few dozen steps.

But now?

Those dark figures flew down from the hillsides on both sides!

How high was that hillside? At least forty or fifty zhang! How far did those dark figures fly? At least three hundred paces!

What the hell is this thing?!

Carl clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh.

He forced himself to calm down.

calm.

必须冷静。

He is now the supreme commander of this unit. If he panics, his men will not only fail to resist, but will die even faster.

He took a deep breath and began to observe.

Those explosions from the ground must have been some kind of mechanism buried underground. He couldn't see any trace of it, but it would explode as soon as someone stepped on it.

Those dark shadows flying down the hillside—he squinted, trying to make out their trajectory.

He quickly discovered the pattern.

Those dark shadows weren't flying around randomly. They emerged from a few fixed locations on both sides of the hillside, arriving in groups every short intervals.

Three dots on the left, three dots on the right.

The shadowy figures that flew out from each point all landed in roughly the same spot—some landed in the crowd, some at the back of the group, and some in the direction they were trying to escape.

This is……

Someone is manipulating things!

Karl's heart sank.

In other words, Lynn's men were hiding on the hillsides on both sides, using some kind of weapon that he had never seen or even heard of before to bombard his troops from above!

His men couldn't even see a shadow of their enemies.

How do we fight this battle?

"Sir!" The adjutant stumbled over, his face covered in blood, it was hard to tell if it was his own or someone else's. "Sir, we can't go any further! There are those explosive things everywhere! Half of our men are dead!"

half?

Carl was stunned.

He looked ahead.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the ground at that pass, some intact, some mutilated. The survivors scattered and fled, some retreating, some running to the sides, and some lying on the ground trembling.

He saw Earl Willard crawl out of the carriage, his magnificent robes stained with mud and blood. He opened his mouth to shout something, but his voice was swallowed by the chaos.

He saw Viscount Patrick being pushed to the ground by his own soldiers, several feet trampling over him, and he curled up in a ball, covering his head.

He saw that Viscount Raymond had already run away—that coward, with his few men, disappeared into the northern dust without looking back.

waste!

They're all fucking trash!

"Sir!" the adjutant called again, grabbing his arm. "If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

Carl shook off his hand.

"Where are my troops?" he asked.

The adjutant was taken aback.

"My two thousand men!" Karl roared, "The elite of Frostfire! Where are they?"

The adjutant opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Carl turned and looked at the chaos.

His two thousand men, the veterans who had followed him for many years, were now crammed in the middle of the pass, unable to advance or retreat due to the explosions.

Some people are running, some are hiding, and some are spinning in place.

Many people are still lying there, motionless.

Karl's heart clenched.

Those are all his people.

It was the wealth he had accumulated little by little over the past ten years.

"Sir!" the adjutant cried again, "Please! Let's go!"

Carl gritted his teeth and turned around abruptly.

He ran in the direction he had come from.

The shoulder injury made every step he took excruciatingly painful, but he dared not stop.

He heard another loud bang behind him—even louder than before, making his eardrums ring. Then came screams, shouts, and a flurry of footsteps.

He didn't turn around.

He just kept running and running, running into the still-lingering smoke and dust.

He ran for an unknown amount of time before finally emerging from the pass.

The explosions behind me gradually subsided and eventually stopped completely.

He stopped, clutching his knees and panting heavily.

Looking back, the pass was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see what had happened.

But he could hear some sounds.

I heard people crying, shouting, and groaning.

Most of them were his soldiers.

He abandoned them.

Carl straightened up, looked at the plume of smoke, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was hideous, tinged with blood and ash.

"Lynn..." he murmured, "What exactly are you...?"

No one answered him.

Only the wind blew by, stirring up dust that brushed against his face.

At this moment, he truly regretted it, regretted joining the Order of the End, and regretted provoking Lynn, this wicked star.

He turned around and continued walking north.

After walking a few steps, my legs suddenly gave way.

He looked down and saw that his left leg was gone.

Below the knees, there was nothing.

Blood is gushing out.

Karl's eyes widened.

When...?

He felt nothing at all.

He fell to the ground and tried to press his wound with his hand, but his hand was shaking so badly that he couldn't press it down at all.

Blood welled up between his fingers, warm and with a metallic, metallic smell.

He suddenly understood.

It was that loud noise from just now.

A shell landed nearby, and shrapnel severed his leg.

He was just running too fast, and the adrenaline made him unable to feel the pain.

Now, I feel like I'm back.

pain.

It hurts so much.

The pain made him tremble all over, and his vision went black.

He tried to shout, but he was too weak to make a sound.

He wanted to climb, but he couldn't.

He could only lie there, watching the blood flow from his body and seep into the soil beneath him.

The sky was overcast.

The wind blew by, carrying the smells of blood and gunpowder.

The more blood flowed, the more it increased.

His consciousness began to fade.

He thought about his entire life.

He spent half his life climbing to the position of earl, acquiring his own territory and his own army.

Then, it was all gone.

They were all wiped out by a greenhorn who had been in the Southern Territory for less than a year, using weapons he had never seen before.

The field of vision is getting darker and darker.

He took one last look at the sky.

It was all gray and there was nothing there.

Then his last shred of consciousness faded away...

……

Lynn stood on the high ground, watching the smoke in the pass slowly dissipate.

The battle is over.

He won.

But he didn't laugh; at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to laugh.

The reason for this was that this was the first time Lynn had ever seen such a true "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood".

The battlefield below the hillside was almost indistinguishable from a real hell.

To be honest, Lynn Enlai had seen quite a few bloody and cruel scenes, but compared to what was happening now, they were nothing.

In particular, many of these dead people may have been like Thomas.

There weren't many, but there were some. Lynn saw quite a few "peasant soldiers" in the enemy's ranks.

"Sigh..." Lynn sighed slowly. This is war, it is cruel in nature, and he must not be a saint.

But seeing such a tragic scene still fills me with deep emotion.

"My lord," Leon approached, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement, "we won! We won!"

Lynn nodded without saying anything.

He looked down into the pass.

There were hundreds of corpses lying there, blood everywhere. There were also hundreds of wounded soldiers, some crawling, some shouting, and some already motionless.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, gunpowder, and a certain burnt odor.

"How much did we lose?" Lynn asked.

Leon opened the booklet in his hand: "The musketeers suffered seven minor wounds, with no fatalities. The mine-laying team was unharmed. The artillery..."

He paused.

"One cannon exploded, killing two gunners."

Lynn closed her eyes.

Cannon barrel explodes... This is the consequence of rushing the construction.

Two cannons, two gunners.

This is what he lost today.

How much did the enemy lose?

He didn't know. But he did know that at least a thousand people were forever trapped in that pass.

"What about the prisoners?" he asked.

"We caught about three hundred," Leon said. "Most of them had minor injuries and couldn't run. The others... escaped."

Lynn nodded.

Expected.

Even if more than 6,000 people are routed, he cannot annihilate them all.

The ability to kill nearly a thousand people and capture three hundred is almost impossible to replicate under other circumstances; it can only be said that the right timing, location, and people are indispensable.

And most importantly, they possess military equipment that is ahead of its time.

Even with the slightest missing factor, this battle would be extremely difficult to fight.

Lynn turned to look east, where another main road led to Ironstone Fortress.

Next, we'll see what the outcome is on the eastern front.

Unlike the natural barriers here, whether things will succeed over there depends on how well they cooperate with Earl Lehman.

Hopefully, this is also good news...