Chapter 786 Haji Fort offensive and defensive battle
Hotam County, Luwa Township.
On the high ground by the river, the tuff gray curtain made of mist swayed.
The surging river water rolled with fog.
In the mist, a five-pointed star-shaped fortress looked like a giant beast with hideous fangs exposed.
Haji Fort, located on an important tributary of the Naoan River, is a bridgehead, guarding and supporting the upstream Adam Fort.
Although this place is not as important fortress as Xia Lucheng, it is an important link to protect the transportation of the Naoan River.
The commander of this bastion of four hundred defenders was Beser.
Standing behind the chest wall, he wiped the dew from his breastplate with his leather gloves, watching the huge fan blades of the winding machine being pushed by the turbulent flow of water.
When the attack was just now, more than a dozen red knights dived over and tried to destroy the winding machine.
But how could the Qianhe Valley people who had suffered losses before be fooled again?
These red knights with low IQs first got lost in the complex crypt.
Then he was beaten to pieces by a clockwork gun and a shotgun, and then he left.
Beser couldn't help but caress his hands on the wall of his chest.
Earlier, he didn't trust these short walls that were just to his neck.
But after the battalion offensive and defensive battle in the Gravel War, he had already fallen deeply in love with this kind of battalion.
It is fast to repair, flexible in stimulation of troops, and can be used to set two clockwork guns at each edge and corner to achieve no dead corners.
Especially in the depressions of the two protruding angles, once the enemy comes in, they will be attacked from front, back, left and right.
Good fort, it's a good fort.
This Haji Fort located on the riverside high ground was transformed from the old Knights Castle, but it only added three layers of chest walls and cannon positions, but its protection increased dramatically.
Beser was besieged by 5,000 for a month, without any damage.
All of them broke the defense of Lea's command of the besieged city. Yesterday, he even ran to the edge of the basin and demanded a one-on-one battle with Beser to decide the outcome.
"I really don't know what's wrong. Do you still think it was the past?" Bether wanted to laugh.
"Their shield car moved!" The sentry on the watchtower suddenly roared.
After three or two steps, Beser's eyes pressed against the look-up glass and looked at the black dots gushing out between the forest lines on the other side.
As the mist gradually dissipates, the black spots gradually become clear.
Twenty oak-covered shields appeared in the fog, each driven by six heavily armored soldiers, with the wet cowhide on the roof glowing ominous oil.
"Recharge!" He grinned and slapped the copper bell next to the cannon position. The cast iron cannon bolt opened with the sound of gear rotation, "Laiya boys see how powerful the clockwork cannon is!"
These Lea soldiers learned their lesson and thought they could use shield chariots to block the three-pound falcon cannon.
But I never thought that the water level of the Naoan River is generally rising, the water flows rapidly, and a batch of six-pound cannons have entered the back.
Since learning the skills of jumping, the artillery soldiers suddenly discovered that they could use the clockwork warehouse with greater strength.
Anyway, the clockwork gun has no airtight problem, and the clockwork tank with the six-pound gun on the caliber of the three-pound gun is not a problem at all.
As the sound of gears clattered from the inside of the stone wall, the mountain copper spring of six three-pound cannons was tensed at the same time.
After the gunners stuffed the iron chain-embedded shells into the barrel, they began to pray.
"O Holy Spirit running in the cannon, we praise you..."
When the first shield car entered the three hundred yard shooting world, Beser's scimitar cleaves the wet air: "Start!"
The deafening sound of cannons tore through the surging mist, and cast iron bullets whirled in the air and unfolded the dance of death.
Six shells splashed dozens or hundreds of splashes of water in the river beaches and puddles, and gravel flew around.
It’s a pity that I didn’t hit the first time, but the shield car accelerated.
"Don't worry," Beser shouted. "They are still far from us. Load them first, and then launch them when they see them pass the mark."
A minute later, as the gunners shouted at the holy thunder, six shells flew out again.
Due to markers, this time, six shots hit three.
The cast iron ball swept across the top of the shield car, and the double-effect shell cut the oil-soaked cowhide and the arms below.
"Beautiful!" As soon as the gunners cheered, Betha felt the hairs on his back of his neck stand up.
"Be careful!" Adjutant Edwin pulled Beth's collar and rolled down the stacking wall. The one-meter-two-meter-long steel crossbow arrow penetrated through the stone wall with terrifying kinetic energy.
The gravel hit Betha's breastplate like raindrops, and he heard a sour tear sound from his head.
Beser just looked up and a long arrow as thick as a quail egg brushed past his helmet.
The gravel dust arose caused when the cluster of fine steel arrows chiseled into the stone wall fell on Bether's head.
"It's a crossbow!" Adjutant Edwin's roar had a bloody smell, "They used shield chariots as bait!"
More crossbow arrows soared from behind the shield car.
Beser curled up behind his chest wall, listening to the muffled sound of the murderous weapons more than one meter long chiseling into the stone wall.
When some unlucky guy's scream suddenly exploded at the right gun position, he saw the young gunner Roy being penetrated by a crossbow arrow, and his whole body was nailed to the wall like a doll.
"Medical Soldier!"
Just as Beth was about to get up, Edwin pulled the ribbon and pulled it back: "Do you want the Holy Father to collect more unjust souls?"
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The river was tirelessly pushing the clockwork, but three of the eight cannons fell into silence.
It’s not that people died, they were all hiding under the cliff and trembling.
Beth counted his heartbeats and waited for the gap between the crossbow arrows, suddenly turned over and jumped up to grab the viewing glass.
In the lens, hundreds of soldiers surrounded the ladder and were rushing towards the moat under the cover of the crossbow.
"Switch the shotgun!" He pulled open the collar that was cut by gravel and roared angrily, "Brain those ladders for me!"
The surviving gunners trembled and stuffed the iron can into the barrel. When the firing hammer hit the joystick, nearly a thousand lead balls turned into metal rain and poured onto the moat.
The Lea soldiers who were setting up the ladder immediately fell down like wheat straw, and the blood dyed the river water into a weird pink.
"Go to die, Lea bastards!" Bethather personally shook the screw of the clockwork gun, "The chain blast aimed at the crossbows, they moved slowly!"
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When the sun sets, the Lea people finally removed the blood-stained battle flag.
Beser sat in the clockwork chamber and watched as the medical staff used a saw to deal with Roy's body.
The crossbow arrow was too deep, so I could only saw it out with the man and the arrow.
"Salary?"
"Two killed in battle, five seriously injured." Edwin's quill sketched on the roster, "The three-pound cannon was slightly damaged, and a crack appeared on the west chest wall."
Beser drank sour beer and suddenly stared at the other side and narrowed his eyes.
In the twilight, extremely dense torches lit up at Lea Camp, and figures could be seen vaguely shuttled back and forth between the fire.
"They are digging the soil." The old cannon leader Walker came over, his nose full of pits shaking. "Listen to this movement, at least ten groups of trench shovels can work at the same time."
As the crescent moon rises to the spire of the prismatic prism, the soldiers running out of the scout confirm Walker's judgment.
Three trenches meandered towards the moat like poisonous snakes, digging like spider webs.
The Lea's iron helmets shone in the moonlight, and the squeaking sound of the earth-carrying baskets even faintly crossed the hustle and bustle of the river.
"If there was a twelve-pound cannon, double-surge to hit the shells into their horizontal and vertical trenches." After confirming the news, Walker tsk, "It would be too tragic."
"It's not impossible to use the six-pound cannon." Beser handed Walker the soft bread, "Let them dig tomorrow first. If you dig it nearby, you can give them some color."
"Hehe, you're optimistic."
"Let the guys take a shift." Bethan rubbed the scimitar next to the fire, "Set the pigeons for Xia Lucheng."
Beser was quite confident in front of his subordinates.
But to be honest, he was not so confident.
When Horn was explaining artillery tactics in class, he mentioned that zigzag trenches can effectively introduce artillery damage.
Now the Lea people have understood the straight trench, but they don’t know when they will discover the mystery of the trench?
"Saint Sun Mian, we still trust you very much. Don't not come..." Beser muttered and took another sip of wine.
(This chapter ends)