Chapter 669: The Two-Headed Snake Fortress and the New Army of Black Snake Bay
Dark green poisonous smoke dispersed on the battlefield, and from time to time one or two magical light balls jumped out of the rising smoke and fell on the soldiers defending the city.
These soldiers wearing chainmail and holding spears hid behind the walls cautiously. Occasionally, an archer would poke his head out from the crenels, shoot an arrow in the air, and then hide behind the wall impatiently.
Although there were almost no Black Snake Bay sword and shield soldiers wearing animal skin robes on the long bridge and open space in front of them, the church sergeants still felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Coming!" the sentry on the arrow tower screamed, and in the sound of his words, a terrifying scream pierced the sky.
With a bang, all the soldiers and sergeants buried their heads deeply. The entire city wall shook. Gravel and bricks flew up in the smoke and fell on the helmets of the soldiers. , making a tinkling sound.
"Damn it." A knight who accidentally fell stood up, gritted his teeth angrily, stepped on the cracks in the city wall under his feet, and rushed to the gap, "You cowards who only know how to use catapults, come here ! If you can, let’s go one-on-one, don’t hide behind your catapult!”
The knight's roar echoed on the wall, and the soldiers huddled together numbly with their heads lowered.
As early as a few days ago, there were still people who would respond to his words, but now no one responded.
This roar did not affect Mormont's movements. Standing on the deck, the river wind blew the white paper on his writing board, forcing him to press the white paper with his elbow.
After looking down at the pocket watch hanging on the writing board, Mormont raised his head again and looked at the church's bridgehead on the other side of the river.
The high walls made of black and gray masonry were cold and solid. Although thin smoke was rising from the crenellations at the top of the walls, there was no sign of collapse in a short period of time.
The territory of the central county and the western county is bounded by the Ibe River. The east bank is the area controlled by the secret party, while the west bank is the area controlled by the church.
However, the church built forts on the east and west sides of this important bridge to block the transportation channel from the northern county to the southern county.
In the past few days, the Salvation Army's gunboats have traveled south along the Ibe River, bombarding the church fortress on the shore while conducting brutal marching exercises on the new army in Black Snake Bay.
In basically half a month, three church fortresses fell after Fort Fraser. The only ones that couldn't be attacked by artillery were the two fortresses named Two-Headed Serpent.
It's no wonder that, unlike those fortresses in the northern county, the western county, where the French Church and the Demon Hunters have been operating for many years, has always been rich.
Because it has to fight against the red dragon's breath all year round, this fortress built a double-layered city wall, which is about three times thicker than an ordinary city wall.
Before the casting of Horn's 24-pound or even 48-pound cannon is completed, I am afraid that there will be no way to deal with these two fortresses in a short time.
However, under the continuous bombardment of the Griffin Cannon and the Falcon Cannon, the bridgehead castle had long lost its role in guarding the bridge.
A few days ago, the wizards used fireball crossbows and acid balls to destroy the bridge in the middle. As for the fortress on the east bank, it was already an isolated city.
As long as river warships can continue to be used to block the river, it is only a matter of time before this fortress surrenders.
Picking up a quill and writing down a number on the writing board, Mormont took a deep breath and shouted in a clear and unmistakable voice: "Adjust the shooting angle to eleven degrees! Fill the barrel!"
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Several artillerymen from the God's Punishment Chapter quickly stepped forward and operated the 12-pound cannon under the command of the Salvation Army artillery officer.
These new recruits are wearing brand-new military uniforms. Like the Salvation Army, they are knee-length breastplate-shaped jackets. They are mainly dark gray and black, and the buttons on the chest are neatly arranged.
Due to the climate of Black Snake Bay, their military uniforms are all made of linen blended fabric with a weight of about 210 grams, which is much thinner than the Qianhe Valley military uniforms with a weight of about 320 grams, but the shape is the same.
Due to the uniform uniforms and strict discipline training, these new troops have gradually distinguished themselves from the Black Snake Bay warriors wearing leather robes and cloaks.
They straightened their backs, standing and marching numbly and solemnly, while the Black Snake Bay warriors around them were draped in coarse cloth, clinking the daggers and rune ornaments under their cloaks.
With beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, a recruit hurriedly shook the screw, staring directly at the scale, trying hard to recall the scale that represented the number.
It wasn't until the number written in white paint was covered by the horizontal bar that the recruit stuck his head out and made a thumbs-up gesture toward the back.
The soldiers at the rear immediately hammered a triangular wooden wedge into the junction of the rear gun barrel and the gun mount, and did not stop until they could no longer hammer in half a minute.
"Are you in position?" Mormont asked, his eyes never leaving the direction of the cannon. "Report to the gunner, we are in position." After loading all the barrels and shells, the gunner shouted while wiping his sweat.
"Very good." After a quick glance to confirm, Mormont raised his right hand and waved it down quickly, "Fire."
Hanging the hook with a hook, a soldier used the improved holy wind rod to press on the H-shaped fulcrum. He suddenly jumped up and pressed down, and pulled out the latch in the clockwork chamber with a "pop" sound.
With a deafening roar, the muzzle of the Griffin Cannon spit out a blur of black shadow and sweeping air currents.
The hull shook violently, water splashed, and even the stern of the gunboat suddenly tilted up, as if it was about to jump out of the water.
The surrounding soldiers and warriors clung to the side of the ship, and the ship's planks creaked under the weight.
Mormont was not distracted by the rocking of the ship. He grabbed the handrails of the ship and followed the cannonballs in the air with his eyes.
Until the coal-black rough iron ball drew an arc and accurately hit the wall of the castle.
The next moment, the masonry cracked, debris flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, as if a small earthquake had erupted.
The broken flag on the arrow tower was torn to pieces by the turbulent airflow, and it could barely hang on the bent flagpole and swayed in the wind.
The surrounding Black Snake Bay warriors looked at Mormont's movements and the destroyed walls. Although it was not the first time they saw it, their eyes were still filled with surprise and incomprehension.
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They don’t understand it, but that doesn’t stop them from cheering for every hit.
"The meteor hit me again."
"Go and eat shit, priests!"
Mormont lowered his head and calmly recorded the scale, time and shooting effect of the screw, completely ignoring the awed looks of others.
But when he raised his head again, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the cheering Black Snake Bay warriors around him.
Mormont frowned slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his heart. Do his fellow countrymen really understand what he is doing?
More than once, these Black Snake Bay wizards came to inquire about the secret of this "ritual magic" openly and covertly, asking why they acted the same way, and even got black iron pipes and cannonballs but couldn't shoot them out.
In their eyes, this griffin cannon is more like a magical instrument than a precise clockwork cannon. As long as you perform a set of actions in accordance with the regulations, you can use the meteor technique.
In the past, Mormont would have cheered with them, but now it was difficult for him to blend in, as if there was a thick barrier between them.
A Thousand River Valley War not only changed the Thousand River Valley, but also changed all those involved in the war.
After the War of the Thousand Valleys, Mormont received Horn's recommendation and entered the Sundanger Military Academy to study mathematics, astrology and officer conduct.
But the reality didn't give him much time. He didn't even have time to finish the whole school year, and he had to rush south to support his hometown, Black Snake Bay.
When he first came back, Mormont felt some mixed joy in his heart - but soon, this emotion was shattered by reality.
He must use the theories he just learned from the drill to train a new army in Black Snake Bay within two months or even one and a half months.
Two-thirds of this group of soldiers had never even touched a musket. In such a short period of time, Mormont only taught them to line up and follow orders, and they had to go to the battlefield to learn combat and marksmanship directly.
Although the situation in the southern county was precarious, he always hoped to stay in the central county for a few more days at this time, at least to let these recruits master the sixteen-style spear drill.
After finishing today's share, Mormont whistled and the gunboat he was riding slowly docked.
When his leather boots made a crisp sound on the dock walkway, the messenger who had been waiting at the dock for a long time immediately stepped forward and waved: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your Lordship Mormont!"
(End of chapter)