The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 117: Chasing (Part 1)
This was the first time Carter had seen combat.
The line of over three hundred knights was not even able to scratch the edge of their defensive line, on the contrary, they had been completely destroyed.
Until the end, they even failed to get inside the fifty meter – range
it was the fire line of the hunting team, only when the enemy had come closer than fifty meters were they allowed to open fire.
Four cannons had stopped the enemy's attack at a distance of only a hundred meters.
Over a distance of one hundred and fifty to one hundred meters, lay a row of twenty disordered corpses, as if they had smashed into a wall.
And these people, like him, belong to the category of the strongest fighter, the Knight;
otherwise, they would never be able to control their horses under the sound of gunfire.
In the end, Carter was happy that he wasn't one of them.
He felt a faint sense of foreboding that the future battle would become very different, he said,
and it was only a matter of time, until Roland Wimbledon the ruler of such a powerful force would aspire to the throne and aim for the kingdom.
When the First Army members saw the bloody battlefield, they became dizzy and began to vomit or experience other adverse reactions.
But this was not the reaction they would show if they personally killed the enemy during close combat, either,
the sense of deterrence brought about by killing someone remotely was much less when compared to killing someone with a knife, their reaction could not be considered critical.
Carter chooses a set of people from his own team to retrieve the severed limbs and return them with corpses, while still searching for the living.
The sun gradually fell behind the mountains, and when Carter looked up at the blood-red sky, it was,
and the distant forest with its weeping crows, he was suddenly struck by a dull and gloomy feeling. The Knight Era is over.
…
Duke Ryan is still not healing. He could not understand how he might lose,
even more so to a line of defense as thin as an onion peel, it was usually enough to poke it with just one finger to pass through it, but today.
, his knights who fled as if they were directly dealing with the Devil. Actually, actually,
he could not even blame them for the attack under the command of his elite knights.
His personal guards even had to cut down some people so that the mercenaries who had fled blindly did not approach the Duke's position.
But he couldn't do anything more, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't bring together the defeated ones once more.
In desperation, even Duke Ryan had to retreat with a stream of people fleeing, and their mindless escape only stopped after they crossed nearly ten miles.
When night fell, the Duke chose a place close to the riverbank for camping.
Even after setting up torches to lead the separated knights and mercenaries back to their camps, most of their people were still missing.
Worse still, the free man without hesitation left the cart with food, so tonight they had to slaughter some horses to serve as rations.
The five nobles huddled together, inside the camp's biggest tent, looking with terrified expressions towards Duke Ryan, yet even he was not in a better condition.
“Who can tell me, what kind of new weapons are they using?
They are much better than bow arrows, and they don't look like throwing rocks like with a slingshot,”
The Duke started talking, while glancing at Rene,
“You also stand at the front, tell me what you see? ”
"My master, I can't see anything clearly" Rene replied,
"I just know that every time this roar is heard, our people will fall down, especially when it is heard one last time, it seems like the rushing knights have been hit by an invisible wall.
Next I also saw how their heads and arms were split from their bodies, as if ..” he thought for a moment,
“we are like eggs dropped from the height of the city wall.”
"Is that the power of a witch?" Count earl whispered in fear.
"No," replied the Duke,
"My knights are wearing the Stone of God's Vengeance, so the power of witches is unlikely to hurt them!
We were not attacked by witches, in front of those stones, they were nothing more than an ordinary woman.
“Oh, right, sir,” Rene suddenly spoke up, as if remembering something.
“Before I heard a loud bang, I saw how the standing carts lined up, they had a large iron pipe, issued a red light and a puff of smoke.”
“Iron pipe?
What red light and what smoke?
Doesn't that sound like a ceremonial barrel?”
Count Elk asked with much hesitation in his voice. The Duke, of course, knew what a ceremonial barrel was.
Even he had two ceremonial barrels made of bronze in his palace, it was used to light snow powder.
But that voice when compared to today's thrilling rumbling sound, could not be separated any further.
"The ceremonial song will never be able to kill the knight," Count Honeysuckle said.
“No matter what the Prince uses, it is strong enough to defeat all of us. So what should we do next?”
Hearing this, Duke Ryan glared at him, glaring at him,
the sound of the word "defeat" is very ear-piercing.
“We did not lose,”.
“Battle alone does not decide war. We just need to reach the fortress, there I can gather other forces, he said,
while at the same time I will also sever the trade from the Shishui River. ”
Without any dietary supplements, Border Town would not be able to last for another month,
and once he dared to bring the villagers out, my knights would storm them from all sides and in the end, defeat him.
Eventually, the victory would be his, as he wished, but the losses he had suffered could not be replaced with just such a small town …
his dream of taking over the North turned out to be just a bubble. Goddamn bum!
If I am going to capture that Roland Wimbledon, I must make sure to cut it into millions of pieces!
“But my Lord, the fleet that crosses the Shishui River not only comes from us, there are also ships from Willow City, Fallen Dragon Ridge, and Redwater City.
If we cut everything, wouldn't.”.
Count Honeysuckle was obviously unsure.
“I will buy everything; it does not matter to whom they sell. As long as they receive their money, they will be satisfied,"
said the Duke in a cold voice,
"Now that everyone should return to their own tents and sleep, tomorrow morning we should get up early and drive further down the road with the Knights.
Everyone who had no horses would stay behind to lead the mercenaries. No one can line up at night, even if the 4th Prince intends to chase after us.
He could only start at dawn, the first enemy he would encounter was the mercenaries, he thought, he thought,
even if that trash group collapses at the first meeting, I still have a lot of people who will fight for me.
Throughout the next day, the Duke did not receive any news of the 4th Prince following.
To confirm the news, he sent his trusted aide to expand the reach of the search, but they all came back with the same news.
This eventually made him feel a little relieved, most likely this new weapon had the same problem as our trebuchet, was too heavy to transport and could only be used to survive.
Relying on just a group of miners with their sticks, he did not dare to act so recklessly.
At three in the afternoon, the Duke had ordered his knights to stop on that day, waiting for the people behind him to catch up.
By dusk, the mercenaries and the freedmen could finally catch up to the remaining 66 knights.
And then they all became busy setting up tents set up in haste.
He just needs to hang on for the night, tomorrow he can hurry up and reach Longsong Stronghold –
then he would eventually be safe behind a 30-foot-high limestone wall, hundreds of his guards, and a naturally formed moat.
Even if the other party could use their new long-range weapon, he could only use the trebuchet placed behind the wall to counterattack.
Against all this, the Prince could not win.
But throughout the day the Duke was constantly feeling uneasy, he constantly felt that someone was staring at him from afar.
Most likely it was just an illusion, he thought, I might be a little too nervous. The next morning, the Duke was awakened by the sound of gunfire.
As he rushed out of his tent, he could see people everywhere covering their heads and trying to sneak away like rats.
However, from time to time he could still see a blood fountain or a screen splashing into the sky.
When he looked to the West, he could see the enemies marching in their strange uniforms, quietly standing outside his camp.
Right now there is only one thought in Duke –'s head how can they catch up to us? Why are they undetected by the knights I sent yesterday?!
"My lord, you must escape!" shouted a personal bodyguard who was leading another horse beside him.
This awakens Osman Ryan from his empty state of mind, he immediately jumps onto the horse's back and follows his bodyguard to the East.
However, not long after they left the camp, they saw another line of this strange power.
Wearing the same type of leather uniform, holding the same strange short stick in their hands and also standing in two neat rows, even their facial expressions were about the same.
Then the Duke once again heard that cheerful tone with a very rich rhythm, at the same time the Prince's army started marching at a neat pace, heading straight towards him.
