Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

The nobles present all looked horrified.

"Giant Bane" Tormund, who was snoring, was so frightened that he lay on the ground and chanted the blessings of the gods. He thought a thunderbolt was exploding next to him.

Wendel swallowed, and his constantly buzzing ears gradually returned to normal.

He regretted not covering his ears as Lord Domeric ordered before the explosion.

"Gods above me, what kind of terrible weapon is this?"

"I'm afraid only the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment can compare with it!"

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"Lord Domeric! How does this, this artillery produce such great power?"

Wendel asked tremblingly.

Domeric crossed his arms and smiled calmly.

The power of the so-called "artillery" naturally refers to the physical damage caused by the shells directly hitting the target.

Domilik's four cannons imitated the "Hongyi Cannon", which can not only fire solid shells, but also chain bullets, shotguns and other ammunition.

Used as a land long gun.

Hongyi cannons are relatively heavy cannons, made of three materials: bronze, pig iron, and iron-core copper bodies, and their weight ranges from a few hundred pounds to [-] pounds.

Among them, bronze has the best texture and is not afraid of explosion.

But its limitations are not small. For example, because it is too bulky and does not have a suitable land artillery vehicle, it has extremely poor maneuverability. It is good at siege and incompetent in field battles.

Therefore, in field battles, most of the time you can only carry out targeted bombardments before the war begins.

When the fighting situation reverses, it is often impossible to react flexibly.

Moreover, this kind of retractable front-loading smoothbore artillery will seriously deviate from the original shooting position every time it is fired.

The artillery must be reset for the second firing.

Then use a mop brush with a hook to hook out the incompletely burned fragments and other things, otherwise the chamber will explode when loading gunpowder for the second time.

This is also a common problem with early front-loaded artillery, so the firing rate is low. It is good to be able to fire once every three to five minutes.

Domeric rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

The power of the six-pound Hongyi cannon is actually a bit lacking.

But he can't be too demanding.

Due to limited craftsmanship, the foundry in Gushanling can currently only imitate small-caliber Hongyi cannons.

It would be even better if the classic twelve pounder Napoleon cannon could be cast.

After all, for artillery, large caliber is the truth.

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"What a terrifying power!"

Jon Wright sighed.

He could already imagine the horror of the enemy gathering together and having a cannonball pierce their ranks.

"By the gods! Ahem!"

Earl Gales began to believe that the prophecy recently spread by the red robe witch in King's Landing was true!

Lord Domeric is indeed the chosen one of the Red God, the son of the Holy Flame!

Who else but the Son of the Holy Flame could unleash the power of the flame to such a degree?

"Lord Domeric, this weapon is indeed powerful, but it is too heavy. Even if it is mounted on a carriage, it will be immobilized as long as it encounters a mud puddle."

The fat Earl Weiman was stroking his beard. The fat old man was quite experienced and saw the shortcomings of the artillery at a glance.

Domeric also knew that it was unrealistic to change the shape of war with just a few artillery pieces.

He just wanted to slightly improve his chances of winning.

As for the shortcoming of the artillery being too heavy, he had already found a solution.

"It's really not convenient to put it on a carriage."

Domeric could not force every road on the battlefield to be as wide and flat as the King's Highway.

"If you don't need a carriage, do you have to rely on people to carry it?" Wendel murmured.

"Yes, but not an ordinary person."

Domeric said and waved his hand, and sixteen giants immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Giants are extremely large humans, the smaller ones are about three meters, and the larger ones are close to four meters.

Their lower bodies are half wider than their upper bodies, and their feet are broad, black, hard, and covered with calluses, making them ideal for carrying weight.

When these giants appeared, some Wangling nobles who had never been outside the Great Wall suddenly exclaimed.

In the earlier battle beyond the Great Wall, Domeric's Gushan Ridge captured nearly a hundred giants.

During the Battle of King's Landing, four giants were specially brought along.

The other twelve giants were transported from Gushan Ridge along with these artillery pieces.

Sixteen giants in total.

An artillery weighs more than 2000 pounds. A giant cannot carry it, but if it is carried by four giants, it will weigh 500 pounds per person.

A 500-pound weight is nothing to these giants who are three to four meters tall.

Following Domeric's order, the sixteen giants easily carried the four cannons back to the Red Fort and left gracefully.

"I have to say, your method of transportation is really wonderful."

Fat Earl Weiman said dumbfounded.

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The banquet hall of the Red Castle was steaming with steam. The stone walls of the hall were covered with flags of various families in the North and Wangling. Singers were playing harps and singing songs. There was a din of clinking cups and saucers and drunken conversations everywhere.

This dinner is naturally held to celebrate Domeric's departure tomorrow.

It’s been so long since I came to Westeros.

Domeric was also accustomed to this aristocratic tradition of holding banquets at every turn.

In fact, it is just to find a reason for everyone to get together, have a lively drinking session and brag.

Many nobles were talking about the new weapons Domeric tested during the day.

Under the praise of Count Gales, the nobles felt that this flaming new weapon was a gift from the Red God.

Domeric didn't bother to explain this.

After the dinner, everyone dispersed.

Prime Minister Tower.

Countess Dustin, Earl Fat Wyman, and Earl Gales sat on the seats in front of Domeric.

Several people drank wine from Qingting Island and talked.

Tomorrow, Domilik will lead the army to go into battle.

Many matters in King's Landing must be explained to them.

Under the organization of Earl Gales, the nobles of Wangling gradually gathered around Domeric, and they had money and strength to contribute.

The financial balance of King's Landing has been basically maintained under the auspices of Fat Earl Wyman. There is no need to borrow money from everywhere or suck blood from Lonely Mountain Ridge.

As for Countess Dustin, who is responsible for coordinating the defense of the capital, all matters are progressing very well.

During Domeric's expedition this time, King's Landing dispatched 10000 troops, leaving only 1500 soldiers to guard the city, which should be enough to maintain law and order in King's Landing.

"Domi, is Sansa pregnant?"

Countess Dustin suddenly asked,

They were obviously talking about business, but Countess Dustin's words almost made Domeric choke on the wine in his mouth.

"This matter is indeed of vital importance." Fat Earl Weiman did not change his expression. He seemed to think that Countess Dustin's question was very appropriate. A noble power group cannot be without an heir.

"Not yet, she is still young." Domeric replied.

"Then you have to work harder."

Countess Dustin urged, "I remember that Sansa's child is almost 14 years old. Noble girls of this age can already have children."

"It would be a good thing for us if you and Lady Sansa could produce an heir."

Earl Gales coughed and then said with a smile.

Domeric had no choice but to have a baby before he was even twenty years old.

How is this different from a stallion?

Chapter 199

at night.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, dissipating the cold wind that seeped in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

A deer head with huge antlers hung on the top of the fireplace. Under the firelight, the projection of the antlers on the wall behind looked like huge claws.

Domeric sat at a long oak wooden table, which was covered with parchment rolls and books, mostly administrative documents waiting to be signed.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and a figure walked closer with light footsteps.

Domeric put the official documents on the table aside, turned around and looked a little surprised.

He originally thought it was Benita, the bodyguard, who came in, but he didn't expect it to be Sansa.

Sansa had always been well-behaved and obedient, and she was proud of her status as a noble girl. She would rarely break into his room in the dead of night.