Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 308

2021-05-06

Chapter 308 Defending the city
The gun emplacements of the Teltowners.

The firing interval of the artillery is getting longer and longer, and the aiming point is getting worse and worse. The red plume feather, who is in charge of the battle, is very dissatisfied, and uses the whip without the slightest hesitation.

"Why the fuck don't you understand!" The small-eyed slave wearing a glossy fur robe repeatedly explained to no avail, and scolded Hong Lingyu in a flustered and exasperated manner: "If it blows up, then It's all over!"

The fact that a slave dared to be so rude to the warrior must have taken the wrong medicine.

But Little Eye's identity is rather special, he is the [family servant] of the fire roaster. In other words, he is the private property of the fire roaster, and no one dares to kill him.

Hong Lingyu's expression became more gloomy, he turned his head and looked towards Interpreter.

Slave with small eyes stared, and yelled at the translator: "Translate for him!"

The gunners wrapped in tattered military uniforms kept silent, watching the farce with a cold eye.

Except for three of the gunners who belonged to the congregation, the rest were all captured Plato soldiers.

The more obedient captives who have never escaped were picked by the fire roasters and grouped into a separate battalion. The current Turtletown artillery.

The little-eyed slave used to be an ordinary artilleryman of the Fifth Army regiment, and now he is the favored servant of the fire roaster, who can be described as "ascending to the skies with a single leap".

However, for his new slave, the fire roaster obviously did not fully trust him, and he sent an extra person to supervise the artillery team.

Standing in front of the [Honorary Slave], Hong Lingyu is the second son of the previous War Warden.

The left leg of the previous war inspector was broken by a cannonball below the knee, the bleeding could not be stopped, and he died soon after.

The interpreter shivered and relayed the words of the little-eyed slave to Hong Lingyu, and deliberately translated the swear words in it.

Red Feather jumped like thunder, and didn't care about anything else, moved towards the small-eyed slave's face was a fiercely whip, kicking the opponent down sharply.

Slave dazed with small eyes, struggling to get up, a boot was slammed on his chest again.

Hong Lingyu pulled out her machete, put it against the neck of the little-eyed slave, and said a few words fiercely.

The interpreter quickly translated: "The sweat tells you to shoot guns, you just shoot guns, and then you dare to find excuses to get rid of it and chop off your head."

The despairing little eyes slave seems to be Grabbing the life-saving straw: "Khan! I want to see a big sweat! [Hede] King Khan!"

Hong Lingyu understood the last words, and patted the opponent's cheek with a machete: "[ Hedde] You won't see the Great Khan! The Great Khan is not here at all."

...

Meanwhile, Mason behind the city wall is also checking the third-generation artillery Case.

"It's scrapped." Although Mason was very reluctant, he still decided to make a decision: "Send it back to the workshop."

"It can be used a few more times." Demon Ances calmly Said: "Other wooden cannons are not far from solid bullets."

Mason's attitude is firm: "No, the seam has cracked, and it will be sent back to the workshop for reforging."

Devil Anse No more words, and led his subordinates to push away the wooden cannon.

The Tordons didn't have enough artillery to destroy the entire city wall, so they aimed at Fort Arrowhead to the west of the city wall.

The Arrow Fort in Gervodin is a triangular fort protruding from the city wall into the trench, a primordial bastion structure that can flank enemies entering the trench.

The new triangular fort is generally independent of the main fortress. Even if the triangular fort falls, it can continue to rely on the main fortress to defend.

But because of the tight construction schedule, the Arrow Fort and the city wall in Gervodin are a whole.

When Arrow Fort falls, the city wall will also be broken through.

The artillery bombardment that lasted from early morning to afternoon has battered Fort Arrowhead all over, and the steep walls have collapsed into gentle slopes.

Terdun people are dispatching in the trenches, and the swaying feathers can be faintly seen. They quietly watched the artillery explode, but did not take the initiative to attack the city wall.

Mason didn't mind the bombardment going on like this.

The people of Teltown seem to be counting on the artillery to completely destroy Fort Arrowhead, but as soon as it gets dark, Mason will immediately send out manpower to repair the city wall.

Through a series of [ricochet shells], Mason managed to force the Teltown artillery back two hundred meters. As the distance increased, the hit rate of the Turdun artillery also decreased.

Even the most unconfident militias have to admit that this is a matter of ability, not luck.

Ricochet shelling, that is, a solid shell that hits the ground and bounces continuously, like hitting a pond with stones.

Although it looks a bit funny, most of the shells can eventually fly into the barbarian's gun position "by accident".

Aim directly at the target and shoot, even if there is only a slight difference in the shooting angle, gunpowder reload, and shell weight, the trajectory of the shell will be severely deformed.

Shells flying over the enemy's head do no damage, and shells that land in front of the enemy may sink into the mud.

But when Mason aimed a distance in front of the enemy and increased the charge to suppress the trajectory of the shell, things changed subtly:
The soil was firm in winter, allowing shells that hit the ground at a low angle to is "deflected";
In this case, as long as the projectile falls into a certain area in front of the enemy, the bouncing projectile can also cause damage;
And [hitting a certain area in front of the enemy] is far more [Hit the enemy directly] is much simpler.

Mason has opened a new door...just the threshold is a bit stumbling.

Because if you want the iron ball to bounce, the trajectory of the cannonball needs to be as straight as possible, that is, the speed of the cannonball must be fast.

At the moment, the only way Mason knows how to increase the speed of his bullets is to have multiple gunpowders.

As a result, after less than 20 uses, the third-generation wooden guns with the best quality were scrapped at a rate far exceeding Mason's expectations.

The demon Anse led the wooden cannons to a row of simple wooden shacks by the river.

This is the weapon workshop of Gervodan. Although it is winter now, the interior of the workshop does not feel the cold.

The blacksmiths, who were only wearing single coats, were sweating like rain, and the dull sound of hammering hammers could be heard incessantly.

Dagoncha was wearing a leather coat full of small holes made by iron filings, and was forging a large yellow iron ingot on a hydraulic hammer.

Seeing that the big brother had already made the iron ingot into a flat cylinder, the two younger brothers in Dagangcha immediately lifted the chisel-like tool and fixed it right above the iron pillar.

With the continuous heavy smashing of the forging hammer, the iron pillar penetrated up and down. Then the chisel was removed and replaced with an iron rod to poke in.

The hot wrought iron ingots are "strung" on iron rods, and then continue to be forged into iron pipes.

Goncharov's three brothers didn't say a word the whole time, but the tacit understanding was like a giant with six arms doing work.

Once the whole process was complete, Dagangcha sent an iron pipe about a foot long and an inch thick back to the furnace for reheating.

This iron pipe needs to be [welded] with the other three iron pipes of the same size in order to finally get a long and multi-diameter gun barrel.

Seeing the demon Ans, Da Gangcha asked directly: "What's wrong?"

"Cracked." The demon Ans simply replied: "Scrapped."

Bombardment in the front, iron strikes in the rear, neither of them had the energy to chat.

"No way." Dagangcha gulped down a large pot of salt water, gasping for breath: "The barrel of the gun will have problems sooner or later."

" What did the Tribune ask you to prepare?" the devil Anse frowned, asked.

Dagangcha's face turned pale: "It's ready...but who would dare to use it?"

"Don't worry about it." The demon Anse replied coldly.

...

On the other side, the gun emplacements of the Teltown people, the small-eyed slaves were forced to reload their guns.

The small-eyed slave laboriously pushed the cannonball into the chamber.

The captives just pretended to be busy under scolding and whipping, and stayed as far away as possible.

The four long cannons of the Telltown Department were purchased from the Chihe Department, and they were the same four that Mason used in the past. They were all nailed and then sank into the river - really second-hand daughters.

Nailing the gun can not only block the fire door, but also cause the gun barrel to produce cracks and deformations that are difficult to detect, so it has to be reinforced with iron hoops.

The shells are hard to bore, which is a danger sign.

The small-eyed slave checked the gun body again, and found that the high temperature caused the black paint to be a little sticky, and the iron ring around the gun body also had tiny silver cracks.

"This cannon can't work." The little-eyed slave was completely panicked, and no longer had the air he had before. He looked towards Hong Lingyu and begged: "This cannon really can't be used anymore!"

Although he couldn't understand what the little-eyed slave was saying, Hong Lingyu could understand the little-eyed slave the meaning of.

Hong Lingyu was furious, she slapped the little-eyed slave with her hand, took the ignition rod, and pressed it against the fire door.

Mason, who was behind the city wall, saw two clouds of white smoke rising from the enemy's artillery positions in the distance. The artillery shells flew a short distance and landed weakly on the ground, and could faintly hear screams. sound came.

"Your Excellency, what happened to the barbarian?" a militiaman asked in confusion.

"Maybe it's a blast." Mason frowned slightly.

The gun emplacements of the Terdun people were filled with smoke, and both the gunner and the Terdun Armored Soldier, who oversaw the battle, were dizzy.

A huge gap appeared in the barrel of the exploding gun, and the shattered fragments shot outward like lead bullets.

One of the largest fragments made contact with Hong Lingyu's forehead at a negative distance, and the latter's skull was smashed into a piece and disappeared.

The bombing accident was like a horn, and the light cavalry sent news to all directions, and the Teltown army moved.

The drums rumbled, and the four chariots removed their camouflage, each pushed by six or seven people, moved side by side towards the triangular fort whose outer walls had collapsed.

There are several small carts full of dirt behind the big chariot, and the Terdun archer in the trench also sticks out and moves towards the city wall to shoot arrows.

"Drum!" Mason ordered: "Come on to the city!"

The snare drums blared, and the militiamen hurried out of cover and climbed onto the wooden frame behind the city wall .

Seeing that the barbarian bared his fangs violently, and the stench of blood dripped from the sharp teeth, the militiamen who had just gotten used to the low-intensity shelling and frivolous were suddenly overwhelmed.

The city wall was silent, and the militias, mouth dry, stared at the Teltowners approaching.

The Captains of the militia who had heard Mason explain the tactics realized that in the end, the barbarians still used their housekeeping skills.

Utilizing the resources at hand, the Terdon people adopted a "hybrid" siege method: approaching with trenches, focusing on destroying walls with limited artillery, and then using their usual tactics— Chasing cars, filling trenches, and climbing the city.

"Mute? What are you afraid of? Do you think fighting is fun?" Mason patrolled along Fort Arrowhead and scolded the militia of absolute silence: "Even if you stand on a 100-meter-high wall, escape But fight for your life! From now on you all people! They are all dead! If you win, you are eligible to live!" The two wooden cannons roared.

The small iron pellets wrapped by the parchment left the gun barrel and scattered in mid-air.

Most of the shells were blocked by the carriages, and a small portion passed through the gap between the two carriages.

Some Terdun people cried out in pain to let go of the cart's hand, and immediately another hand took over.

"[Hede] Heavenly God is on top!" Hong Lingyu [Ta Hei], who was commanding the chariot, roared: "[Hede] The two-legged man's mine is gone! Hurry up!"

The militiamen behind the city wall heard the barbarians make a roar of "wookaha", and the chariot's pace suddenly accelerated, moving towards the city wall.

Suddenly, a militiaman covered his eyes and screamed. He stepped back a few steps and fell off the wooden frame, with an arrow shaft stuck between his fingers.

The stretcher team hurried over to take away the militiaman who had been hit by the arrow, but he was dead.

There were a few more clanks of bowstrings, and the Armored Soldier on the chariot fired without futile arrows, ruthless shooting those Gervodin militiamen who were staring blankly.

"Damn it! Idiot!" The tall, thin, silent Ivan Captain burst out suddenly, he cursed, and slapped the militia standing next to him with a slap in the face: "What the hell are you doing? Wait a minute. Get slaughtered? Hit!"

There was no time for the recruits to adapt to the bloody scene, and those who came back to his senses began to fight back one after another.

A quarter of an hour ago, the militiamen were still watching the jokes of the Mason tribunal, hiding in the bunker and listening to the cannons. Many people thought "the war is merely this";
Next moment, when the militiamen When they felt that they were used to fighting, they saw the real violence of war, and many people had died.

Arrows and lead danced in the air, gunshots and wailing came and went, but the siege was far from its most brutal time.

"What are you doing here?!" Mason rushed to Fort Arrowhead and ordered the gunners who were loading: "Take the guns! Go to the side!"

Two groups of gunners with seven hands Eight feet carried the wooden guns and moved to both sides of Arrow Fort, and the chariot had reached the edge of the trench.

The distance between the two sides is less than six meters, only separated by a trench, and they can even see each other's quivering beard tips.

Telltown Armored Soldier's hard bow and heavy arrows are surprisingly accurate at this distance, and some Gervodan militiamen even show half of their bow-handed hands at the crenel, and the next moment will be pierced by an arrow .

Seeing that the militiamen on Fort Arrowhead were suppressed, Mason pushed and kicked the militiamen who were hiding behind the city wall and dared not raise their heads: "Stand up! Go to the gunner's position! Go to the sides! Go! ”

Relying on the cover of chariots and archers, the Teltown people used carts to continuously dump dirt and firewood into the trenches.

And the Terdon men with pickaxes descended silently to the bottom of the trench with ropes.

"The barbarians are pulling the stakes!" The sentinels on the side of the Triangle Fort hoarsely warned: "They are digging walls!"

"Liquid fire!" Mason yelled: "Ang Si !"

Hearing the sound of the small snare drum in the city, the demon Anse, who hurried back to Arrowhead from the workshop, immediately led people to carry out boxes of clay pots from the bunker.

The 100 cavalry commander [Tahei] at the front line saw dark and swarthy things thrown from behind the city wall, and the dark and swarthy things shattered when they landed, like pottery.

An Armored Soldier arrow technique is amazing, volleying into a clay pot, and liquid spilled from the pot.

Tahei, who realized what the other party was going to do, was so terrified that his face looked sinister, he rushed out of the carriage and shouted desperately: "[Herde] come up!"

It was too late, a few torches were thrown into the trench, and a layer of blue flames spread at the bottom of the trench.

Bales of hay were thrown into the ditch again, and the hay burned even more violently than ordinary hay, and the moat instantly turned into a fire sea.

Richard Mason picked up the gunpowder-wrapped hay and threw bundle after bundle of hay out of town until the smoke billowed and the stench filled the air.

The uncharacteristic screams of the dying soon died down, and the Terdun attack was temporarily interrupted by the fire, but they did not withdraw as the defenders expected.

The Terdun people were nailed to the edge of the ditch, and the militiamen on the city wall were pressed by heavy armored archers so that they did not dare to raise their heads and just did not retreat.

The smoke blocked the view, Mason turned to the side of the arrow, and finally saw what the Teltown people were doing - with the cover of the smoke and the carriage, they turned out to be digging a trench on the edge of the moat .

At the same time, a beacon rose into the sky—the old town on the North Shore.

[This chapter is an update on Tuesday]
[Sorry, I still cut it in half... I wanted to finish writing (this part of the plot) in one breath, and come up with a big one with more than 10,000 words. Chapter, but failed...]
[So the big chapter was postponed to today (Thursday)]
[Sorry again]
[And, I haven't had time to copy the thanks recently, I'll make it up when I find time, sorry ]


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