What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

"Get ready to close the net!"

"Get ready to close the net!"

"Get ready to close the net!"

Orders were transmitted silently in the darkness and soon reached the ears of the ambushers around.

"Ready to light the fire!"

"three!"

"one!

"one!"

Following Catherine's order, the artilleryman beside her immediately ignited the gunpowder, and then a sound like thunder resounded in the sky.

boom!

As soon as the shells were fired, they quickly scattered into various tiny beads, pouring down on the cavalry on the trail like a rain of flowers. The first few knights who were hit were knocked off their horses before they could understand what was happening. They spit out blood from their mouths and howled in pain. A knight was hit directly in the face.

The door, his face instantly became bloody.

"What is this? Light magic? Lightning magic?" Count Tilly looked around in horror.

The first cannon shot did not cause much damage to the cavalry.

But it is a trigger! A signal for the battle to begin.

Not long after the first cannon shot, several loud thunders rang out on both sides of the path, and the scattered shells hit the knights like rain.

"Quick! Defend!" Count Tilly shouted hurriedly, then mobilized the energy in his body to activate the defense shield.

His reaction was very quick. The next moment, several stray bullets hit him. Earl Tilly felt as if his body was hit by a battering ram, and his internal organs were in pain all over.

The timely opening of the defense shield saved Count Tilly's life. However, it was not only the stray bullets that could cause harm, but also the sound.

After several thunderous explosions, the horses under the knights' crotches panicked instantly, and several knights were thrown off their horses without warning, and the scene suddenly became a mess. The cavalrymen wearing heavy armor struggled to stand up on the ground, but they were greeted by countless horse hooves trampling them.

It has to be said that these cavalrymen are worthy of being Margaret's elite. In such a chaotic scene, the knights still did not scatter and flee. They tried to stabilize their horses while raising their shields, trying to defend against the strange magic that came from nowhere.

The next wave of artillery fire followed.

There was another series of cannon fire, and Count Tilly's heart trembled.

What the hell kind of attack is this?

If they are all magic! That means there are at least a dozen magicians hiding in the darkness!

This is a joke! Where do so many magicians come from in the small city of Aurora?

But the current situation did not allow him to think deeply and respond calmly. The second round of artillery fire directly blew up the horses' emotions, and they rushed around in panic, not listening to any orders at all. However, the path was so narrow that the horses bumped into each other one by one, which made the riders suffer.

Soldiers.

No matter how good their riding skills are, they cannot escape the fate of being overturned in the end.

Chapter 43: Firearms Preliminary Test

Count Tilly held his sword and looked around blankly.

It was pitch black all around, and the torch in his left hand was obviously unable to dispel the fog-like darkness, let alone see the enemy lurking behind him.

But the only thing he knew was that this was just the precursor to the enemy's attack, and the bigger one was yet to come!

Sure enough, after another round of artillery fire, the terrifying thunder subsided.

Count Tilly immediately shouted, "Everyone, dismount! Get ready to fight! After the long-range attack, they will definitely charge at us!"

After hearing the commander's order, the surviving knights immediately surrounded him. Sure enough, they soon heard the sound of rustling around them, so they raised their shields one by one and took a defensive stance. The outermost ones were all heavy armored cavalry (now infantry) with ranks, and they were not good at defending against infantry.

They are still very confident in the soldiers' charge.

However, to their surprise, the rustling sound did not turn into an infantry charge;

Although the sound was not as loud as the previous artillery, it was louder than any weapon they had ever seen on the battlefield.

With the sound of gunfire coming one after another, dense bullets flew towards Count Tilly's troops from all directions. Although the accuracy of the muskets was very poor, Count Tilly's troops were too densely packed. After three rounds of gunfire, more than a dozen cavalrymen in the front row fell down, and a huge gap appeared in the formation.

"Damn it! What kind of magic is this!" Looking at the knights around him falling one by one, Count Tilly felt his heart bleeding.

You have to know that each of the spiritual knights here is very expensive, and more importantly, they have followed him in battles for a long time. Every time one of them falls, it is an immeasurable loss to him and Margaret.

But now they have lost nearly a hundred cavalrymen without even seeing the enemy. How can they fight back?

After each shot, the musketeers quickly lay down and began to load gunpowder, and the musketeers behind them pulled the trigger after a period of silence. The attack was like a tide, one round after another, and in the intervals between the attacks, there were various crossbows and stones. Although the power of these things could not match that of muskets, they were enough to

It is enough to pose a huge threat to the panicked troops.

Under such an intensive attack, Count Tilly's troops performed well enough. They even tried to attack the hillside during the intervals between the musket attacks, but the terrain on the hillside was too complicated, and they were wearing thick armor and had difficulty walking in the dark environment, so they could only become targets.

Soon, the soldiers began to run in all directions, and the escape turned into a rout. However, there were only two ways on this path, forward and backward, so where could they escape to?

Seeing that the situation was almost certain, Catherine ordered the soldiers to beat the war drums.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, the musketeers below immediately put their muskets behind their backs, raised the long spears they carried and headed downwards.

The two-meter-long spears made it impossible for these knights holding swords to deal with them, and they were soon forced into a corner. Earl Tilly wanted to rely on his own strength to break through with his guards, but Catherine and Vanti had already set their sights on him.

The two attacked Count Tilly from different directions. Count Tilly was already seriously injured, and two fists could not defeat four hands. In the end, he was disarmed by Vandi, and Catherine appeared behind him at the right time and knocked him unconscious with a heavy hammer.

"Surrender your weapons! Don't kill the prisoners!" Catherine grabbed Earl Tilly with one hand and lifted his body up to show him to the public.

When the soldiers saw their commander captured and the surroundings were in such chaos, they lost all motivation to continue fighting, dropped their weapons and surrendered.

After the battle, Catherine took a quick head count and found that her side's losses were only in the single digits, so it could be said that the battle was a great victory.

The soldiers who occupied the entrance of the trail apparently did not know that the cavalry had been completely wiped out, and they were still waiting patiently, ready to respond to the arrival of the cavalry.

However, the cavalry did not arrive, but the troops coming out of Thermopylae arrived instead.

"How did they know we were here?" Seeing the enemy coming, the captain in charge of the infantry was immediately panicked. This was not what we had agreed on. Didn't the people at Thermopylae not know about this path?

"Captain, what should we do? Escape back?"

"Go back, you are kidding!" The captain said, "Since they can come here, it means our plan has been exposed! Do you think the cavalry can escape? What we have to do now is to firmly guard the entrance so that the cavalry will not be completely trapped inside. As long as they can get out, such a small number of infantry will not be able to resist them at all.

Cavalry charge.

Under the captain's command, the Holy Roll Empire soldiers at the entrance immediately formed a defensive formation, raised their spears and prepared to engage the enemy.

Upon seeing this, Fran's soldiers also raised their spears, but their front row soldiers were only wearing the simplest armor, which could not compare with the enemy's full-coverage armor.

The opposing captain obviously also saw this, so he ordered his soldiers to take the initiative to attack the enemy formation.

However, just as the spears of both sides were about to touch, the sound of dense war drums rang out in the enemy's army. At the same time, the spearmen on Fran's side suddenly squatted on the ground, revealing the soldiers in the back row.

"What kind of tactic is this?" The opposing captain widened his eyes.

With the rumbling of war drums, the soldiers hiding behind the spearmen raised their muskets and pulled the trigger directly forward. At such a close distance, the muskets did not need to be aimed at all!

A series of bullets flew out and knocked the front row of soldiers of the Holy Roll Empire to the ground.

The drumbeat continues!

After the soldiers in the first row pulled the trigger, they immediately put away their muskets and came to the end of the team, while the soldiers in the second row took a step forward and continued to pull the trigger.

There was another series of dense gunfire.

The frightened Holy Roll soldiers were shot and fell to the ground dead before they could react.

After four rounds of musket fire, the drum sound stopped abruptly, and the spearman who was originally half-crouching on the ground stood up and raised the weapon in his hand.

After several rounds of destruction by muskets, the enemy's formation had long been in chaos. The spearmen in the front row fell one after another, and the originally dense gun formation became sparse. At this time, the gun formation of the Thermopylae army had already arrived.

The soldiers in the front row retreated in a panic, pushing their backs frantically, and no matter how the captain yelled, it was useless. Several brave soldiers tried to break through the dense army formation, but the power of an individual was too small on the battlefield, and they were stabbed to the ground by the spears in a few strokes.

However, at this moment, the war drums that frightened them sounded again. The spearmen in front of them squatted again, and then dense bullets attacked again like a tide.

After a few rounds, the heroic captain was hit by a stray bullet and fell down. Without a commander, the soldiers of the Holy Roll Empire completely gave up resistance and wanted to flee in all directions. However, they were already deep in the enemy's territory. Without supplies, where could they go?

"Put down your weapons! We in Orila City do not kill prisoners!"

After several shouts, the desperate soldiers finally gave up resistance.

Chapter 44: What Evil Intentions Could a Saint Have?

The low-intensity siege lasted for more than ten hours, which made Fran on the wall bored and even wanted to sleep.

But at this moment, Catherine in military uniform appeared in front of her, and Fran's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

"How is it!" Fran asked excitedly.

"We have accomplished our mission." Catherine said, "We have completely wiped out the enemy troops who attempted a surprise attack! We have captured many prisoners, including their commander, Earl Tilly!"

"Hahaha! That's great!" After hearing this, the stone that had been hanging in Fran's heart finally fell to the ground.

"The prisoners are temporarily detained in the dungeon. It must be said that the people who built Thermopylae had a great obsession with prisons. The prison here is more solid than the nun training room in Beelzebub." Catherine said, "But there is still a problem now. What should we do with the small passage? It is still open. Should we seal it up first?

, or continue the ambush. "

"That depends on what Margaret does next." Fran said, "If she wants to continue to attack through shortcuts, then we will continue to ambush. If she wants to attack with a large army, then we will simply seal it off. Now let's send someone to keep a close eye on the entrance."

"it is good!"

On the other side, the central military camp of the Holy Roll Empire.

Margaret no longer had the composure she had before. She paced anxiously in front of the map, looking outside the tent from time to time.

At this time, a soldier was running over. Seeing this, Margaret immediately asked, "Is there any situation at the front line?"

"Your Majesty, it's Count Wallenstein! He asks you when to cancel the attack! The soldiers have been fighting for more than ten hours in a row." said the soldier.

"What about the others? Is there no news about the sneak attack troops?" Margaret asked.

"No," said the soldier.

"Tell Wallenstein! He can't stop attacking until Count Tilly succeeds!" Margaret said fiercely: "Anyone who dares to disobey orders will be beheaded!"

"As you command!"

The attack was supposed to be launched a few hours ago, but there is still no news. Margaret is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. You know, Earl Tilly is his number one direct descendant. Not only is he brave in battle and beautiful in women's clothing, but most importantly, he is very reliable and can complete all the tasks assigned to him!

But now at such an important juncture, he mysteriously disappeared.

Christina knew that Fran must have succeeded, so she gently said, "Your Majesty, please be patient. This trail may be difficult to walk on due to its rugged terrain. It may take a long time."

"But didn't Huang Silang say that it would take less than an hour to complete the journey?" Margaret asked, "Could it be that he lied to me?

"Your Majesty, I have always had questions about this. But I didn't dare to say it before..." Christina said.

"you say!"

"What if Huang Silang really teamed up with others to deceive you?"

"What do you mean?" Margaret looked at Christina warily.

"What I was most curious about at the beginning was..." Christina said slowly: "Why did Huang Silang allow you to plunder his fiefdom? Was it just for the little money from the plunder?"

"Humph! I heard that he suffered heavy losses in that mysterious tulip storm, and his Yellow Wolf Chamber of Commerce suddenly lost all its capital, so he had no choice but to resort to this last resort." Margaret said.

"Did he tell you that, or did you confirm it?" Christina asked again.

"This..." Margaret paused, then said: "He told me."

"I have heard a little about his Yellow Wolf Chamber of Commerce. It is said that it controls a large number of industries in Orila City, including food, minerals, salt and iron... If the residents of Orila City want to survive, they cannot avoid dealing with the Yellow Wolf Chamber of Commerce. How could such a large chamber of commerce fail because of a tulip storm..."

This time, Margaret rarely answered Christina directly, but fell into deep thought.

Christina smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I'm just guessing. What if Huang Silang is not after money... but your army?"

"My army? What does she need my army for?" Margaret said, "Besides, he is a businessman. Military achievements are meaningless to him. Could it be that he has another deal with this city lord?"

"No, no, no." Christina said, "The city lord is just a fallen nun who was exiled here! She has no foundation and no ability. My men have already confirmed this many times. But what if... the one who traded with Huang Silang was not the city lord."

"Besides the city lord, who else in the entire city of Orila is worthy of trading with the Four Yellow Wolfs? Those dark elves?"

"This is just my guess." Christina said, "What if this person does not belong to the underground city, but to our Holy Roll Empire?"

After hearing this, Margaret's face changed drastically: "You mean, my mother's family, the Duke of Habsburg! Or the Hastings family that I killed in the battle for the throne?"

Christina shook her head and said, "These are just my guesses. I am just a saint and I definitely don't know as much information as Your Majesty."

"You are too modest, Saint. You are the most powerful Saint in the history of the Holy Roman Empire." Margaret said