The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 115: War for Border Town (Part 1)

When the enemy finally entered his field of vision, Van'er immediately noticed the heavily armed knights riding on large horses,

wearing bright and dazzling armor and slowly headed towards Border Town.

Usually the rank of a knight was much higher than ordinary city people, and when he was suddenly faced with these around a hundred people, he had to take a deep breath to calm down.

Van'er felt his palms sweat, just like the time on the wall when he had to face a demonic beast for the first time,

but this time he faced a creature whose species was the same as himself – combined forces of the Nobles of Longsong Fortress.

No it's wrong. He angrily spat out and threw away his previous thoughts, You think they are the same as yourself?

When have the nobles ever treated you as if you were of the same species as themselves?

He asked himself in mockery.

The only purpose of their journey was to snatch the Border Town from us and bring the North Slope Mine back under their control.

More importantly, they even intend to drive His Majesty out of the western region, as a member of the First Army, I cannot just let this go.

During the pre-war lecture yesterday, His Majesty had made it clear that Timothy Wimbledon, the brother of His Majesty, had conspired against the throne and in the end even killed his own father King Wimbledon III for it.

Originally this incident between nobility and aristocracy, did not mean much to him – Is there a difference for me if the King wants to change?

But now that Duke Ryan wanted to take this opportunity to take the territory of His Majesty, now he is completely unacceptable!

When he thought about it, how was his life before His Majesty came to Border Town?

If he remembered it correctly, the former Lord was actually a Count who rarely showed himself.

The acquisition of fur was done by his personal guards who often used their weapons to lower the price.

And when the Moon Demon arrived, they would all flee to stay in the slums of Longsong Stronghold and end up suffering from starvation.

But today, under the control of His Majesty, life in Border Town is getting better and better, with changes that are visible for everyone to see.

Van'er thinks, for example, that when miners have achieved higher yields, they will also receive higher payouts.

And even after His Majesty had inserted this black machine into the North Slope Mine, the additional output still counted for the miners' work.

Whether it's building a wall, or mining pebbles, everyone gets paid on time. This winter, nothing.

of course, the biggest change was the implementation of the – no militia, now called the First Army.

After they guarded the city, we commoners did not need to curl up together in this wooden warehouse begging for others to give us food.

If the Prince is not here anymore, would the Duke still allow the First Army to remain? Van'er took another deep breath and wiped his palm onto his clothes.

No, he definitely wouldn't allow it. The royals of the citadel do not care about the lives of our commoners, just like His Majesty said before:

Only an army made up of commoners were willing to fight for the lives of other commoners.

Van'er raised his head so that he could keep the left side of the sky within his field of view,

there in the distance he could see a small black dot swirling around, when one only looked casually, anyone would think it was actually just a big bird.

But actually, it was the artillery intelligence commander – Lightning, who used the trees growing on both sides of the road as cover while continuously observing the enemy's movements.

As he flew back, Van'er also noticed that as long as he didn't take the initiative to fly over the open area, it was not,

people on the ground would only be able to see the branches of the tree if they looked up, so it was almost impossible for them to detect that there was a magician flying over their heads.

After a quarter of an hour, Lightning flew closer to their front position while blinking a green ribbon.

This signifies to them that the enemy has entered a distance of 1000 meters and that they should be prepared to start shooting.

Van'er had no idea how far away His Majesty was called "1000 meters",

but when he saw the green signal, he subconsciously followed the rules of the comprehensive exercise, giving orders to load the cannon and adjust the angle. .

It didn't take long for the four groups of shooters to complete their task, either,

the angle of the cannon was adjusted to the third setting while gunpowder and solid artillery shells were also incorporated into the barrel of the cannon.

He thought that after he stood on the wall and fought against the demonic beasts, he could think of himself as an experienced fighter and also think that he was talented, he was very talented,

but today he realized that there was still a very long distance between himself, Iron. Ax and Brian.

During the afternoon service, he had a big problem in trying to calm his heart. But these two men, as they led their group into the designated area, were,

not only did they seem as if there was nothing special about this day, no, he could even hear from Brian's voice how excited he was to fight.

This thought made Van'er feel extremely depressed. He nervously licked his lips and checked Lightning's position once again. But at this moment, the enemy's movements were greatly slowed down.

"What are they doing?" ask Rodney.

"That's currently unknown," replied Cat's Paw.

“For me, it looks like they adjusted their formation?

But they still look a little messed up.”

“They are waiting for another team,” explained Jop with a slightly trembling voice,

“It is impossible for knights to fight alone, they always need a lot of people to follow them.”

“How do you know all this?” Nelson is not sure.

“I've seen it! A knight would always carry at least two bodyguards, while there would be a dozen other slaves who would have to handle their foraging,"

he started counting it with his finger,

"First, there's the Duke, as the Ruler of Longsong Fortress. , he has at least a hundred knights, right?

Then there was the light cavalry, which numbered at least three hundred people. Plus, the count and viscount had their own territory…

Many more! And don't forget the mercenaries, they've all tasted blood themselves, so they won't even blink when they kill you!

They will do anything for money! While we only have three hundred people.”

In fact, less than three hundred people, Van'er corrected in his mind.

We only have two hundred and seventy soldiers armed with weapons, according to His Majesty's explanation as we lack in the field of production capacity.

Now that those who did not have their own weapons were sent to the artillery team, they had to handle the ammunition preparations for the four cannons.

When Van'er learns that they are much slower than his own group, he also feels much better.

"Paiders, they're coming!" Jop screaming.

Van'er looked towards the enemy, there he could see a group with different types of armor taking the front in their battle formation,

they did not ride, nor did they march in rows, they just walked in small groups of two or three for the middle of the field.

While the knights scattered to both sides, it seemed like they were handing over their positions to the mercenaries.

After a quarter of an hour, the Duke's allied forces were finally ready. At this moment, a knight came riding out of the enemy camp towards the Border Town.

Van'er became so nervous that he almost gave the order to shoot. What am I supposed to do?

Van'er looked once more into the sky, but he was still unable to find Lightning, while the enemy continued to approach while waving a white flag.

“She is the messenger sent by Duke,” muttered Jop,

“He should have come, tried to persuade the Prince.”

"It's none of our business,"

Rodney crouched behind the canon and aligned his line of sight with the centerline of the barrel.

"Leader, we need to adjust the canon, most of the knights have left the collision zone."

During previous exercises with live bullets, they were repeatedly taught, that the range of the canon attack was represented by the center line of the barrel, the,

so if they want to hit their target, they have to make sure that the target overlaps with the center line of the barrel.

So the five men started at the same time to rotate the canon until the canon once again pointed towards the knights.

The envoys who had come alone were then escorted by Carter to the back of their defensive line,

but Van'er knew that Duke's move was just a waste of time, the Prince would never agree to surrender.

Suddenly, Lighting suddenly flew towards the defensive line, wildly waving a yellow flag in his hand.

The yellow signal indicates that the opponent has entered the distance of 800m, at that distance they have the opportunity to hit the target with a sturdy projectile.

It also meant that, as long as the captain of the shooter did not prohibit shooting, the firing team could shoot at will.

The other members of his team also noticed the signal, so they all looked towards him, and after he nodded once he took a deep breath then shouted,

"Foot!"