I, the yellow-haired noble, hypnotize the beautiful wife from another world

With the tremendous development of artillery firepower, dense arrays of infantry will soon be eliminated from the battlefield in the future.

What became popular after Morris's square tactics was probably not the private tactics, but the skirmish squad and trench tactics.

Of course, no matter what, when a Swiss phalanx, or a Spanish large square infantry, and a feudal-level cavalry unit slowly advance towards the Crusaders, the final result can be imagined.

Even though the other side already had many spellcasters who had added a large number of defensive barriers, shields, magic armor and the like, when the Crusaders' artillery began to roar, the casualties of the rebel phalanx were still increasing at an unimaginable speed.

With every round of artillery fire, hundreds or thousands of soldiers turned into blood mist and disappeared in the world. An equal number of soldiers were missing limbs and fell to the ground, wailing madly.

Even those high-level professionals who thought they were strong, or even master-level professionals, would be seriously injured if they were hit directly by artillery.

In the crowd, the spellcasters recruited by the rebels from all over the world were roaring and screaming, trying their best to fight against the powerful weapons of the Crusaders. They used magic to heal, inspire, and enhance the soldiers' defenses, or used magic missiles, fireballs, and lightning to bombard the Crusaders' formations and the artillery shells from the Crusaders.

Among the rebels, the noble officers who had a deep hatred for the Crusaders and vowed to protect the traditional power of the nobles at all costs mercilessly used roars and massacres to deal with the shaken, demoralized soldiers who wanted to escape.

With their concerted efforts, the rebels were able to maintain a certain level of morale and organization. They gritted their teeth and moved forward on a road paved with bloody corpses.

"Go ahead, keep going, we will win!"

Even though the person who shouted this was smashed into a pulp by a griffin that fell from the sky and was frozen into an ice sculpture, it did not prevent the morale of the rebels from remaining at a fairly high level.

Even though this morale was actually brought about by false fire, it still looked scary.

If it were an ordinary troop, even an elite troop, faced with such a powerful and terrifying offensive, they would not be able to help but feel fear and retreat.

It’s a pity that what the rebels are facing now is not some ordinary elite troops, but a unique and powerful puppet army that has never appeared in the world.

The messages transmitted within the network connecting the puppet maids were only ridicule and contempt for the rebels, with no fear or any similar emotions.

These puppet maids no longer hold first-generation matchlock rifles, but upgraded and strengthened third-generation flintlock rifles.

Through the enchantment and enhancement of magic patterns, these new muskets that spray lead bullets can fire at an outrageous rate of eight times a minute - this is also achieved with the assistance of magic, to a level that would make the flintlock soldiers on Earth dumbfounded.

……

Within a hundred meters, the Crusaders' artillery began to load shrapnel shells. At the same time, the enemy on the opposite side began to charge with a roar.

Although the super spearmen hired by the rebels were unable to maintain their line during the charge due to insufficient training, it no longer mattered.

Because during the march, the Crusaders' artillery had caused huge damage to the enemy, making it completely impossible for the enemy's infantry and cavalry to maintain their formations.

This not only occurs on the front battlefield, but also on both wings of the battlefield.

Aslan believes that the post-war summary after the battle will include the following words: 60 percent or even more of the casualties were caused by artillery.

At this moment, artillery has completely gained the status of the king of land warfare. Even as time goes by, its status will become stronger and stronger. Just like before and after World War I, all battles will be fought around artillery. Even in World War II, the status of artillery began to decline, but it is still an indispensable and important part of modern warfare.

……

Under the bombardment of the Crusaders' artillery fire, the rebels on the opposite side were no longer able to organize a volley before reaching the shooting range.

As for the artillery they hired, the old general became angry when talking about it.

Before the battle, the dwarves acted very proud, claiming that their lover's artillery skills were definitely better than humans'. They looked down on others in their words.

They were also holding their breath.

The dwarves felt that the Golden Dwarfs' expeditionary army had lost unfairly. They were blocked in the underground tunnel by the Crusaders and bombarded, and their own advantages were not brought into play at all, so they were holding their breath and planning revenge.

Although this was unpleasant, Hardaway had to bear with it considering that they could suppress the Crusaders' artillery.

When the fight really started, Hardaway found that it was not the case at all.

God damn, the artillery that could suppress the Crusaders, the artillery units of the Bronze Dwarves and other Dwarf mercenaries, were blasted into the sky by the Crusaders' artillery in the first round of exchange of fire.

The original dwarf mercenaries believed, based on old experience, that it was useless for artillery to shoot at each other.

Because of the hit rate, even dozens of artillery attacks may not result in a hit.

When you have wasted a lot of artillery fire without achieving any results, the enemy's artillery fire on your infantry may have destroyed one or two of your companies. At that time, your infantry line will collapse, and the enemy's infantry will press forward and bleed your artillery one by one.

This time, however, the dwarven artillerymen's old tactics were declared completely obsolete.

Not only their tactics, but also their artillery technology, were declared completely outdated.

As they pushed their cannons and trudged through the mountains, the Crusaders' heavy artillery, which had been enhanced with levitation, had already reached the artillery positions. Then came a round of firepower coverage.

The new artillery, in terms of accuracy and killing range, is so much better than the old artillery of the dwarves that they want to hang themselves.

And then, nothing happened. The stubborn dwarven artillerymen, along with their artillery, were annihilated in the lead rain and flames of the Crusaders' new artillery.

Next, the Crusaders' artillery and the accompanying magicians can calmly pour fire on the enemy's heads.

Chapter 52: Firepower Enough to Destroy Everything

"Really are……"

Aslan, who was watching this scene, sighed with some pity.

Even though they were enemies, he still felt some sympathy when he saw them being slaughtered without any suspense.

In any case, the other side is human, and they are all excellent warriors. It would be fine if these warriors died on the battlefield against other evil creatures after being trained and armed by themselves.

But now, these warriors have died in a civil war because of ambition. It is really sad.

However, mercy is mercy, fighting is fighting. Despite his inner compassion, the Crusaders' commander still gave the order mercilessly. Continue the attack -

So when the enemy troops finally broke through the Crusader artillery fire and reached the front of the Crusader infantry and cavalry phalanxes, what greeted them was the last round of cannonballs from the artillery and the continuous volleys of fire from the Crusaders' sophisticated flintlock rifles.

After three consecutive rounds of volleys of fire, the most elite grenadiers at the front, holding a grenade in one hand and a short-barreled musket in the other, charged towards the enemy.

These tough fighters first threw grenades at those rebel soldiers who had not yet died and still had some combat capabilities.

After two rounds of throwing, there was a volley of musket fire. While the muskets were firing, the grenadier maids had already drawn their sabers and rushed towards the remaining soldiers.

Behind them, the main force of the Crusaders, the infantry, also charged with muskets equipped with bayonets.

On the other hand, the armored knights deployed on both wings and the centaur puppet maids seemed a little bored.

After all, their primary task should have been to attack those well-prepared formations and defense lines.

But now, all the infantry phalanxes and cavalry units were half-crippled by the Crusaders' artillery, and then they were bombarded with heavy losses by shotgun shells, volleys and thrown grenades.

In this situation, even if they were treated to a lot by magic such as Heroism, Bloodthirst, or Mechanical Mind, they would be scared like a grandson and completely lose all morale.

After all, after several rounds of attacks, 90% of the rebel forces on the other side had been destroyed. The battlefield was filled with twisted corpses and body parts.

Not only those ordinary elite infantry and cavalry with a challenge level of about 5, but also those self-righteous elite adventurers, even master-level adventurers, and even those more self-righteous spellcasters, will all be blown to pieces by the roar of the Crusaders' cannons.

In this case, the Crusaders' infantry and artillery had only one thing to do, and that was to kill those frightened rebels.

If they stood there dumbfounded, the Crusaders would knock them down and capture them alive. If they knelt and surrendered, the attack would be more gentle.

Of course, if those guys still dared foolishly to raise their weapons and fight against the Crusaders, the Crusaders would slaughter them without mercy.

The cavalry had to do more of the pursuit mission, chasing after the completely collapsed enemy soldiers, driving them away and capturing them as much as possible, in order to further weaken the enemy's future combat effectiveness.

……

In just one round of fighting, the Crusaders' incomparable fighting power destroyed the first wave of the rebels' offensive. Tens of thousands of rebel soldiers died in just a few minutes of firepower projection, and tens of thousands of rebels were injured in these few minutes of firepower projection, falling to the ground with screams, or turning around and running away in collapse.

Seeing the friendly forces in front of them suffering such a terrible blow. When the Crusaders' artillery bombarded them, when the Crusaders rushed towards them, even though they did not suffer that much damage, the troops of the second array of the rebels had almost no resistance and completely collapsed. Next came the third array, which was originally the 5,000 people that the old general Hardaway used as the last reserve. They were the most obedient and elite warriors to the blood rule of the Griffin nobles.

But even they, when faced with such an overwhelming defeat, one or two of them couldn't help but turn pale, begin to tremble, and their morale began to drop drastically.

If we continue to order them to attack or hold our ground in this situation, I don’t know what will happen.

But no matter what, Hardaway didn't want to be shot to death by his own people.

Especially at this time, in the sky, almost all of their griffin knights were wiped out, so the Crusaders' powerful air force was liberated.

The wings of the white dragon and the silver dragon covered the sky, and they were about to launch an attack on the reeling rebel forces on the ground.

In this situation, even if General Hardaway was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, he could only hold his chest and say to everyone in a dying tone: "Retreat..."

……

However, it was too late to retreat.

When the rebels were completely shaken, all the combat puppet maids with spider chassis that the Crusaders had originally deployed behind the rebels were dispatched, and they followed the mountain paths that the rebels had previously believed were inaccessible to large troops, and charged towards the rear of the rebels. These puppet maids were two meters tall, moved quickly, and had eight strong and sharp metal spider-like blades on their lower bodies. In one encounter, they defeated the dwarf troops who thought they were strong and were defending the rear, and they collapsed.

The dwarves also had muskets and grenadiers, and all of them were wearing heavy and solid armor. The solid shields formed a shield wall to defend against the spider puppet maids on the opposite side.

When they saw these spider puppet maids, the ptsd engraved in their genes was about to come out: "Drow elves?!"

The dwarves screamed in panic while pulling the triggers, firing lead bullets and crossbow arrows at the puppet maids - but there was no effect - because the puppet maids were too fast and too strong. Even some of the crossbow arrows and lead bullets that could have hit them would be chopped down by the puppet maids' sharp halberds -

The dwarves on the opposite side, on the other hand, could not withstand the large-caliber muskets of the puppet maids with their shields. Even though the dwarves had excellent armor, the large-caliber enchanted lead bullets could not completely penetrate them. However, the sunken and deformed armor, as well as the huge vibrations, still made the dwarves spit out blood and were on the verge of collapse. It was at this time that the puppet maids leveled their halberds and charged at the dwarves' front line with the tips of their halberds.

During the charge, the dwarves' grenadiers also threw bombs one by one, and in the fierce explosions, some puppet maids were indeed blown to the ground. Their chassis were blown off and they lost their mobility, or their upper bodies were blown to pieces and they lost their control - but it didn't matter, as long as the core was still there, it was only considered a major loss, not a death.

The more crucial point is that when the dwarves huddled together to resist the charge, two mechanical prosthetic limbs rose from behind the charging puppet maids. The mechanical prosthetic limbs were holding bombs with ignited fuses.

Dwarves: "!!!!"

"It's the Grenadiers! Disperse!"

That being said, if they disperse, they won't be able to form a shield wall to defend against a charge.

Of course, if they were to form a shield wall, they would be smashed by the Crusaders' puppet maids.

Seeing this scene, countless dwarf warriors shouted in despair. They simply disbanded their shield walls, wielded their battle axes, and rushed towards the spider puppet maids of the Crusaders.

But it makes no sense.

Although these short men were heavy enough and stable enough, they were still no match for the super-heavy cavalry that was almost as good as the armored knights.

They were defeated without a doubt, either by bombardment or by impact, and the shield wall that the short men were so proud of seemed weak under the charge of gunpowder and armored cavalry. The failure of these short men also meant that the rebels' retreat was completely cut off.

The rebel soldiers who confirmed this fell into despair.

Chapter 53 The Last Knight

There were raging dragons in the sky, and on the ground were infantry and cavalry advancing in an orderly manner. Artillery and magic were roaring, and several enemy lines were constantly compressing their positions.

In this case, although the rebel camp had some protective walls and watchtowers, which seemed to be defensive facilities, even an idiot would not dare to put his safety on such simple and crude wooden defensive facilities.

So, in this situation, the rebels have only two options.

One way is to fight the Crusaders to the death.

Of course, judging from the combat effectiveness that the Crusaders have demonstrated now, it is definitely the Crusaders who live and they who die.

The other way, of course, is... surrender.

The Crusaders claimed that they were the vanguards fighting for the future of mankind, justice and order, and therefore did not reject the surrender of the troops belonging to the same mankind.

Apart from those guys who have committed many evil deeds and are obviously guilty of crimes who will be executed, everyone else, even high-ranking officers who are unwilling to repent, will only be sent to the Northern Territory to repair the Earth and will not be killed.

After a period of screening, education and retraining, ordinary soldiers can be selected to be willing to fight for the Crusaders, and the remaining soldiers who are unwilling can be sent back to the countryside to work as farmers and contribute to the Crusaders' empire.

In any case, it's better than dying at the hands of a powerful enemy that you can't deal with at all, isn't it?

Everyone looked at the old general Hardaway.

Everyone knows that in this situation, if the old general came forward to beg for mercy, the effect would be better.

It's very shameful, very shameful in every sense of the word, but it's better to be alive than to be dead, isn't it?

However, the old general Hardaway did not want to surrender. If he could win, he would choose victory. If he could not win, he would choose to retreat and defend. If he could not defend or retreat, he would simply die in battle.

Although the Crusaders and Aslan would definitely create a magnificent era and a magnificent empire, it had nothing to do with him.

The glory and greatness of the past, all the values ​​and traditions they cherished and were proud of, were all crushed by the power of the new era. Their wealth, territory, people, everything was taken away.

In this situation, Hardaway, who is old enough, doesn't want to struggle anymore.

Aslan will indeed create a great era and a great empire, but how much does all this have to do with the feudal nobles he crushed?

"Go and surrender."

Hardaway said to his subordinates somewhat tiredly: "Aslan is a man of integrity and will definitely not embarrass you."

His words made the others present feel relieved, but at the same time they couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"So, General, what about you?"

At least two of his subordinates were loyal and could not help asking. While asking, they also looked at him with worried eyes.

"My words."

The general laughed bitterly, then climbed onto the griffin: "Since the old world is about to be destroyed, I will choose to die like a true knight!!!"

Along with his shout, the griffin under his crotch let out a shrill cry, and then carried the old general towards the giant dragon in the sky -

"General, general!"

Seeing this scene, the officers and knights under Hadavi became anxious. Even the generals who had been relieved and were ready to surrender to Aslan blushed and showed shame.