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

The other side obviously also saw Fran's troops. Hundreds of burly warriors rushed out of the port. They held a huge axe in their right hands and a huge wooden shield tied to their left arms. Every soldier had a bald head and a beard, and looked particularly powerful.

"Be careful, these are the Northern Berserkers! Each of them has been through hundreds of battles." Catherine said, "They are blessed by the God of Winter, their bodies are exceptionally strong, and they are said to be invulnerable to swords and spears.

"Are they really invulnerable?" Fran looked at the tough guys in front of her in surprise. However, except for a few vital parts with iron blocks, the rest of their bodies were exposed to the air.

Those who dare to be naked on the battlefield either think that death is not quick enough, or they are really good at it.

Since these warriors have been through hundreds of battles, if they were going to die, they would have died long ago!

Catherine said: "Invulnerable is just an exaggerated metaphor. I think it should be similar to our spirit warriors, with some energy around them to protect them."

"Humph, I'm not afraid of armored warriors, so why would I be afraid of these naked men?" Fran said disdainfully, "Do they have any female warriors?"

"Um... Lord City Lord, I think even if there are female warriors, they shouldn't be naked like these big men."

"Is this like this..."

As they were talking, several people dressed as wizards suddenly appeared behind the team. They danced a strange dance and began to mutter something. The northern warriors also followed the wizard's words and danced slowly. The dance movements were vigorous and powerful, like the love story before the war.

Emotional vent.

"This is the war dance of the Northern Berserkers!" Catherine said, "It is said that by dancing, one can resonate with the soul of the God of Winter and gain the power of the God of Winter."

"It's not just a rumor, it's probably true." Fran said, "Their skin is slowly turning red, and they look like berserkers."

"Lord City Lord, please be careful, these are all elite soldiers!"

"We in Orila City are fighting against the elite!" Fran said, "Are the artillerymen ready?"

"Right away!" said an adjutant. "Thanks to them still doing this weird dance, we have plenty of time to set up the artillery and organize the troops."

"Wait until they finish dancing, and let them know what a real war dance is!" Fran said with a smile.

With a few roars to the sky, these berserkers finally completed the blessing.

"For the God of Winter, kill all the enemies in front of you!" The priests pointed ahead and chanted in strange tones.

"For the Winter God! Roar! For the Winter God!"

"Berserkers of the North! We never ask how many enemies there are! We only ask..."

“Where are the enemies!!”

Following several roars that resounded through the heavens and earth, these berserkers immediately raised their battle axes and rushed forward. Judging from the fluctuations in spiritual power, everyone's strength had been raised by at least one or two levels. If it were in the past, this would be a very terrifying force on the battlefield. If they were given the opportunity, it would be enough to defeat a heavily armored unit.

Punctured.

It’s just a pity that the person they met was Fran.

It's steel and guns.

"Northerners never fear!"

"Northerners never fear...Ah!!!"

More than twenty artillery pieces fired forward at the same time. The heavy shells hit the berserkers hard, smashing them into meat paste.

No matter how strong the flesh and blood body is, it is still limited. Moreover, this power itself does not belong to them.

After a round of artillery fire, more than 30 berserkers at the front disappeared, physically. Their body parts were scattered in every corner of the battlefield. The bloody scene made the Northern Alliance soldiers at the back of the battlefield stunned... and then they vomited crazily.

"That's it?" Fran said disdainfully, "Soldiers, line up! Get ready to meet the enemy!"

"As you command!"

After several rounds of artillery fire, half of the charging Berserkers were gone. However, they seemed to have lost their minds at this time. Even if their companions fell down, they still rushed forward frantically. It seemed that the gift of the Winter God was not without side effects.

God gave you muscles, and he will take away your brains.

"shooting!"

As bursts of black smoke spurted out of the barrel, bullets rained down forward.

"Change formation!"

"shooting!"

Another round of bullets flew out, and the berserkers in the front row fell one after another.

"Change formation!"

"shooting!"

The last round of gunfire rang out. At this moment, the battlefield was silent, with only broken limbs and bodies left on the ground.

Chapter 157 Diehards

The battle ended so quickly that the priests in the north could not believe what they saw. However, soon, the pungent smell of blood spread from the battlefield, and they finally reacted.

The sight of blood and broken limbs was simply hell on earth. The priests collapsed on the ground and vomited violently. If it weren't for the soldiers who quickly pulled them to the back, they would have fallen off the wall.

"The people from the North also bought a lot of firearms from me. Why do these priests look like they have never seen such a look before?" Fran was filled with questions when she saw their collapsed and miserable appearance.

"In any place, religion is the most conservative force. As long as they are doing well, they will never think of changing. The Temple of Winter is doing very well among the northern countries." Christina said: "Look at what the Shinra Church has been oppressed into, and it still refuses to change.

. The Crusaders have not been able to equip themselves with firearms until now.”

"Religion needs authority!" Fran said, "If the codes of the previous high priests are changed, doesn't it mean that the oracles these people received are wrong? This is equivalent to destroying the foundation of one's own faith."

"So, when the royal families in the North were scrambling to equip themselves with firearms, these religious forces still believed that magic could surpass firearms. In addition, the elves used magic to severely ravage the firearms troops some time ago." Christina said, "But it doesn't matter... Since they are unwilling to change, they will just be carried away as corpses.

went. "

As the two were talking, Fran's large army was already slowly moving forward. The soldiers were holding muskets and marching in neat steps. From a distance, they looked like rows of city walls.

Such an army and marching style were obviously something that other countries had never seen before. They had always thought that the soldiers of the Holy Roll Empire were just a mob, and that the troops of Orila City were made up of uncivilized monsters, but they had never thought that this was an army that was a hundred times more advanced and civilized than theirs.

One can imagine the impact such a sense of gap has on morale.

"Quick, defend! Prepare to defend!" the commander roared heartbreakingly.

Many of the commanders here have obtained firearms before and know how powerful they are. If they are allowed to attack close to them, the entire port will be destroyed.

But how should they defend themselves? There were no firearms in the port, and other things like crossbows and catapults did not even reach half the range of the artillery. For a moment, everyone in the port was in a panic, not knowing what to do.

But just when they were at a loss, the artillery attacked them without warning.

"Wait a minute... this distance! Why does their artillery have such a long range?" The commanders were dumbfounded.

They didn't expect that the range of Fran's artillery was half more than what they had seen.

You have to know that firearms have only been in the public eye for less than a year. In such a short period of time, the power of a weapon can change so drastically. This is simply incredible for them who are accustomed to the slow-paced development of weapons.

Of course, this is not because Fran sells defective products. On the contrary, all the weapons sold have undergone strict quality control, and the quality of some firearms is even better than those originally produced by Fran.

The main reason is the rapid progress of various disciplines in Orila City. After all, there are so many scholars, experts and senior craftsmen in the institute who are not just there to eat! They are paid high salaries by Orila City and enjoy the respect of everyone, so they naturally try their best to contribute to Orila City.

Improvements in smelting technology, new alloys, gunpowder technology, and various processes. Although each step of improvement seems small, these improvements combined have led to a leap in the quality of the final product.

At this time, the benefits of Fran's 'selfless' sale of firearms technology finally paid off for her.

After the other forces obtained the firearms, they would naturally try their best to study and imitate them, and improve the quality and efficiency as much as possible. Although most of the workshops were too primitive, it was not easy to imitate them. However, during the production process, the craftsmen would still rack their brains to find ways to optimize the process, improve the craftsmanship, and even try to

Searching for new alloys.

Although most of the improvements are unreliable and some may even cause technological progress to regress, with so many craftsmen experimenting, there must be many useful ideas among them, and many excellent craftsmen will emerge.

Unfortunately, however, in such an era, craftsmen are basically not respected.

They received meager (compared to the nobles) wages and did manual labor in dirty and messy workshops. Even if they achieved something, it might eventually be stolen and promoted by the contractor or the nobles, and they could only get a few gold coins as a reward at most.

But it was different in Orilla City. Orilla City had a slogan that knowledge was power and science was the primary productive force. For these people who had mastered knowledge and technology, Fran would not be stingy with money and respect, so she could recruit talents and absorb the most skilled workers around Vienna.

When firearms spread to all over the world, Fran sent people to actively visit workshops in various places. Once they found outstanding talents, they would use money to earn them to move up the mountain, not down to the ground. If they couldn't bear to leave their families, Orila City was even willing to take all their families over.

To be fair, it is not a cost-effective deal to go to such great lengths and even spare no expense to recruit excellent craftsmen. There are not many craftsmen who can produce new technologies, and most of them are only slightly better than ordinary people. This little bit of technology is obviously not worth the cost of Fulan to bring them over.

But this move was meant to create a "golden bone" effect. Because of this, everyone knew that Aurora City respected technical talents, so once a craftsman was suppressed or offended a noble, the first reaction was to go to Aurora City. At least there they could get respect and dignity.

Many of these craftsmen also come from the North.

This means that Fran has gathered the most and best talents in the entire Calradia continent! It is precisely because of so many outstanding talents that the improvement of firearms has entered the fast lane.

And Fran can also use this opportunity to announce its own weapons strategy, namely one generation for foreign trade, one generation for equipment, and one generation for research and development.

Therefore, the artillery pieces that were sold at the beginning are no longer comparable to the ones in Orila City now, and can even be considered different weapons.

The new artillery roared and poured out its firepower. Soon, several gaps were made in the city wall outside the port. The guards immediately scattered and did not dare to approach the city wall at all.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Catherine launched a general attack. The soldiers, holding guns, easily occupied the gap in the city wall, and then launched an attack on the port in one go.

Chapter 158 Isn't it eight times?

At 2 p.m., Orilla's soldiers occupied the dock.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Northern Alliance soldiers who were guarding the port command post only held out for ten minutes before they collectively raised their weapons and surrendered.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the troops of Orila City finally encountered decent resistance. Relying on the military camps in the port and various defensive fortifications on the periphery, the troops of the Northern Alliance repelled two attacks from Orila City and brazenly said that they would rely on these fortifications until they died.

But half an hour later, these people stopped talking because the artillery from the rear was pushed up. More than ten artillery pieces bombarded the barracks in succession, directly destroying the fortifications of the barracks. A cannon directly broke into the main tent of the barracks and beat the commander there into a meat paste.

At 7 o'clock in the afternoon, the military camp was officially breached. Two thousand Northern Alliance soldiers took off their armor and surrendered. The rest of the soldiers, seeing that the situation was not good, had already fled. At this point, the port was completely occupied.

Because the pace of the attack by the troops of Orila City was so fast that the troops defending the city had no time to react. There were still a large number of newly built ferries parked in the dock that had not been destroyed in time, and these ferries became Fran's tools.

In order to cross the Soul-Guiding River quietly, Fran used steel bars, cement, ropes and other things to build several simple floating bridges in narrow places, so that the soldiers could pass quickly. However, floating bridges are just floating bridges after all, and it is difficult to carry a large army across.

And for safety reasons, the location of the pontoon bridge is quite far away from the battlefield.

Now that they have taken control of the port and have these ships, Fran can safely transport troops to the east bank of the Soul-Guiding River.

Within a few days, several thousand soldiers were stationed in the port, and various supplies and ammunition were continuously sent to the port. Later, Gorronil and his construction corps moved in, and soon the dilapidated port was repaired inside and out. By then, even if the people of the Northern Alliance really wanted to take it back, they would have enough fortifications to resist.

anti.

During this process, the Northern Alliance headquarters stationed nearby also received news of the port's fall, and they immediately assembled troops to retake the port. However, not long after the first troop came out, they encountered Wallenstein's sniper troops and were ambushed.

After that, they and Wallenstein's troops started to circle around, seriously delaying the progress of the Northern Alliance's large forces in retaking the port. The confusion of command made it extremely difficult for the Northern Alliance troops to make any decision.

After several days of wrangling, they finally decided to first drive away Wallenstein, the annoying fly, and then send a large force to retake the port. However, by this time, Fran had already established a foothold in the port and joined forces with Wallenstein.

In order to hunt down Wallenstein, the Northern Alliance sent out a full 20,000 troops. Mobile troops were dispatched from the fortresses stationed near the Northern Alliance headquarters, and a dragnet was set up nearby, preparing to trap Wallenstein, the little bug, to death.

What they didn't expect was that she had deliberately exposed Wallenstein's position in order to wait for the opportunity.

Because at this time, Fran successfully joined Wallenstein with her 3,000 elite troops and chose a place that was particularly suitable for a firearms ambush.

Today is another sunny day.

Fran and Wallenstein waited in the barracks for a long time, and finally a scout reported that they had spotted the enemy in the distance. It was a force of less than 8,000 people, mostly from the Crazy Sand Empire.

The characteristic of the Kuangsha Empire is the light cavalry. Although this kind of light cavalry cannot defend, charge, or engage the enemy like the heavy cavalry, it has given up all defenses, so its mobility becomes particularly outstanding. And these light cavalry have been trained since childhood to throw spears on horseback, which makes them invincible on the battlefield.

At least before the advent of firearms, no one wanted to encounter such a difficult team.

"It's such a pity! We have firearms now!" Fran looked at the musketeers who had already lined up outside the camp and shook her head regretfully.

"Report to the city lord, the second legion has assembled." At this time, Huang Shang, who was dressed in military uniform, said

"This time, your Second Legion will be the main force. You must hold out for more than an hour. Do you have the confidence?" Fran asked, "Do you need the Second Legion to assist you?"

"The other side has only 8,000 people, which is less than eight times our number. If we can't even defeat them, how can our Second Legion have the face to come out?" Huang Shang said confidently.

"Eight times!" Wallenstein, who was standing by, almost spit out a mouthful of tea. She asked Fran in surprise, "You're only sending a thousand people to fight against the people of the Crazy Sand Empire?"

"Yes." Fran said, "We don't have just one enemy like this. How can we send all our troops forward?"

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Duke." Huang Shang said, "When we were in the underground world, we always faced enemies that were dozens of times ours. Now it's only eight times..."

"But monsters and humans are different after all." Fran said, "If you can't hold on, don't refuse to ask for help just for the sake of face! The 1,000 lancers of the Third Legion will come to support you at any time."

"Yes!" Huang Shang saluted to Fulan, then left with his men.

"My Lord, I really don't know whether you are confident or too arrogant." Wallenstein said, "Even if you have firearms, but eight times? Duke Tilly doesn't have you."

"I have no choice." Fran shrugged and said, "Who can blame me for having so few troops under my command? If we want to wipe out these 20,000-plus troops, we have to act with swiftness and determination!"

"What? You want to wipe out these 20,000 people?" Wallenstein was a little surprised.

"Of course." Fran said, "Once they have truly witnessed the power of muskets, they will definitely find a city to hide in. It will be troublesome if we start fighting then. So we should take this opportunity to destroy as many of their manpower as possible."

As she spoke, Fran pointed to the map. Only then did Wallenstein realize that Fran's large army had actually started moving. Both here and the port were empty. If a troop really suddenly turned to attack the port, it might be possible to get a big advantage.

However, with the chaotic military command system of the Northern Alliance, even if someone thought of it, no one would make the final decision. Even if someone made the final decision, it is estimated that no unit would dare to take the risk to steal the chicken.