Lean and Lieutenant Bernard came in from the door. Bernard, who was born in the cavalry, was still dressed in uniform as always, but Lean next to him had completely changed, and Berthier almost didn't recognize him.
The standing officer of the Storm Troopers squadron painted the silver armor on his body black. The raised thimbles and beautiful feathers on the helmet were cut off and removed, leaving only the round tops of the helmets. On his chest hung a
There was something bulging in the large gray cloth bag. The sword was replaced with a very sharp shovel, and there were two short crossbows hanging on the belt.
To Berthier, the tall and tall test lieutenant Bernard looked more like a cavalry officer, while Lean looked like an engineer digging a trench.
"I understand, you plan to dig trenches to attack the Clan Alliance's defense line, right?" Berthier asked, "Storm Squadron also needs to participate in the operation?"
Lean shook his head, dug into his breast pocket, and took out two black, round iron balls.
"This is a grenade, a new weapon that uses gunpowder to detonate. After a period of time after lighting the fuse, the explosion will shatter the shell and release shock waves, flashes, smoke and fragments. As long as there is a fire to ignite, it can theoretically be used on rainy days.
"Use it," Bernard said. "These weapons are still being tested, their throwing distance is limited, and they can easily blow up their own people. After using them, Lien took the initiative to try out some equipment."
"Is this thing useful?" Berthier stared at the iron ball on the table and felt that it looked a bit like a cannonball. "How is the effect?"
"If you're lucky, you can explode the flying fragments to achieve range-wide damage, and the fire and loud noise are also scary," Bernard said. "If you're not lucky, you can only get two pieces of iron, but the fire and sound are still scary."
Griffith took over the topic: "There is a high probability that the clan alliance troops near Pierrefond are not field elites. If they build forts to block them, then we must assault the trenches and earthen walls and fight them between the double walls.
"Our army is small in number, and we will suffer great losses if we storm the walls and trenches in broad daylight. The new equipment and tactics will give us a certain advantage."
The grenades used by the test squadron were different from those obtained in Homemon Watts' laboratory. They were rough in shape and had no dust crystals incorporated into them. What they had in common was that they had not been rigorously tested.
Griffith was not confident about the actual combat effectiveness and safety of this thing. He turned to Lean and said: "This is a dangerous mission deep into the enemy. I will be the vanguard. After the breakthrough, you and the rest of the squadron will follow.
Use defensive grenades to kill and hold back enemy reinforcements to secure the bridgehead until the infantrymen of Urenas Battalion arrive."
Lien nodded, with neither agreement nor worry on his face.
The reinforcements set off at dawn the next day. In order to save time, everyone did not have breakfast in the village. They just received a large piece of honey-smeared bread and a handful of nuts from the waiting village helpers when they left the village.
Eat on the go.
They moved along the main road and arrived at a town at noon, where half of them got on the prepared carriage and the other half followed on foot, moving some distance before replacing them.
The carriage transporting them will stop when it reaches the next town, handing over the army to a new group of official and caravan convoys. Sonia and some of the people who stayed behind, with the help of the prince, issued instructions, hired and coordinated the residents along the way to provide
Cooperate; Griffith led the people at the front and rushed to the next transfer station in advance to ensure that the locals were ready on time.
This army did not have to worry about other things. They traveled by car or on foot every day. They arrived at the outskirts of Pierrefonds at dusk on the fifth day.
When they came here, they were not blocked by the orc army, and were not even noticed by the scouts patrolling the sentry.
…
As the sun was about to set, Griffith and his officers quietly walked to a nearby hill to look at the situation in the town of Pierrefonds.
The signal from the echo crystal has been interrupted. On a battlefield where thousands of people are fighting, the psychic signal will be mixed with a large amount of disturbing impurities, hindering the generation of magic. If the combatants have strong blood energy, sensitive spellcasters only need to get close
You will hear indescribable noises, and it becomes difficult to concentrate.
Thick black and white smoke enveloped the tawny land. The felled trees became trebuchets and ladders, like the tentacles of hell extending out of the ground, burning into char-like traces outside the town. The town has been built
A hundred meters away from the earthen wall are two walls tens of meters apart, one surrounding the town and the other facing outwards.
The fireball dragged a long trajectory across the sky under the setting sun, falling into the town amid the firelight and the roar of the earth, igniting flames more than ten meters high. The gravel underfoot jumped with every fall.
The bare land is dotted with black spots as big and small as sesame seeds, some of which are still squirming and forming long black lines on the ground.
In order to avoid the arrows, the attacking soldiers dug a communication trench on the ground that led directly to the Pierrefonds city wall, and walked through it while ducking. From time to time, several fireballs flew out of the town and hit the open space outside the city.
If the fireball fell into the trench, the soldiers hiding in it would be rolled out of the barbecue on the street. Therefore, the trenches and earthen ramparts outside the town were built to be curved, like a spider web.
A bugle sounded, and several groups of soldiers jumped out of the trench carrying ladders and appeared on the charred land. They raised their shields above their heads and advanced like multi-legged centipedes. The insect-like group trembled violently as they approached the bottom of the city wall and scattered.
They formed a group and put up ladders to mount the city wall.
At this time, another wriggling worm will appear on the wall of the town, shaking off debris-like objects downwards. The attackers who came into contact with the debris stopped moving, while others climbed up the ladder. They climbed
Less than halfway, the ladder caught fire again and fell down with the climbers.
There are no knights with brilliant armor, and there are no warriors who are worthless. There are only tiny black shadows appearing and disappearing among the smoke and loess.
This scene is a bit of a funny mime, as if ants are escaping from the flood along the branches. Whenever escape is imminent, the branches are washed away by the flood. The helpless ants are not discouraged and carry other branches from other directions.
Climb up.
Griffith's heart palpitated for a while. This desperate attack was once a part of his life, a recurring scene in the far east. A year later, he saw this dark and familiar scene again, and his thoughts continued as he pressed the hilt of his sword.
The hands started shaking together.
He suddenly had an idea. Whether it was a comfortable study at Homemon Watts or leading the city defense army and militia in battle, the events and stories one after another were just the intermission of the gloomy play in front of him. He would eventually go back to the past.
in reality.
This indescribably familiar and strange feeling seemed to have happened before, making his heart beat violently.
He was a little embarrassed and ashamed. He lowered his head and calmed down, then looked at his companions around him, worried that everyone would notice his gaffe just now.
He found that Lien's face was pale and his eyes looking at the battlefield were almost out of focus.
"Holy light, is this hell?" Gil, who was lying on the side observing, sighed softly.
"No, young man," muttered the usually silent Lean, "this is life."
…
The attack was scheduled to begin in the early morning.
After the Clan Alliance army surrounded Pierrefond, they built a large number of fortifications to attack and protect themselves. The entire battlefield is densely covered with walls, trenches and fences, and battles will break out between the fortifications. There are strong orcs in the Clan Alliance army.
But half-orcs mixed with the blood of beasts are the main part of the army. They are not as strong and determined as the orc warriors, but they are very agile when bending bows and shooting arrows. To deal with them, you can only use heavy armor or break through quickly.
Beat them in the face.
The officers and sergeants of the Storm Squadron all gave up the long spears and halberds that were difficult to use in the fortifications, and brought the newly developed grenades and axes, small shields, short crossbows and even shovels suitable for use in small spaces. They painted their silver armor black,
Wait for Griffith to give the signal and then launch the assault.
Once this commando team completes the breakthrough, the infantry squadrons commanded by Berthier will follow up, deploy inside the clan alliance's defense line, and defeat the remaining enemies.
…
After nightfall, the cobweb-like tunnels and earthen fortresses on the battlefield became quiet. Only the occasional attacks by trebuchets from both sides and the occasional screams of the wounded broke the silence.
The purple-black night sky was split by lightning, and rumbling thunder exploded from time to time. Heavy rain poured down, splashing on the trenches and earthen ramparts full of blood. The showers washed away the bodies lying on the ground, and the strong winds continued to roar, and lightning was on the horizon.
The other side flashes.
Then, the dogs began to bark, the wargs roared, and a clanging sound was heard in the distance. The orc soldiers who were huddled tiredly by the earthen ramparts were awakened by the roaring, their bodies stiffened, and their hairs stood on end. They hurriedly grabbed short shorts
He wore a spear and an axe, put on a helmet that was half filled with water, gripped the weapon with slippery hands, and widened his eyes with fear.
It is said that a carrion-eating monster will appear on the battlefield strewn with corpses, with a black outline and blood-red eyes. Soldiers who see its face will not survive the sunrise the next day. The monster is cruel and greedy, and if its feeding is disturbed,
, will let it add fresh meat to the menu.
"Hush, hush, don't make a sound..." the orc veteran whispered, "Where is the warg?"
Their position was close to the outer wall, located at a commanding point on the wall. However, the dark night and heavy rain prevented them from seeing the surrounding situation clearly, and they could only be on tenterhooks amid the barking of wargs and dogs.
"Over there, Captain," whispered a Gnoll soldier, "I can't hear it?"
The other soldiers' eyes widened. The barking in the darkness turned into whining, the wind was blowing hard, and the clanking sound was approaching. Something was coming through the trench and through the night, coming this way.
They seemed to hear heavy breathing.
"Hoo, ho"
The sound so close at hand was extremely repressive and frightening in the darkness. The orc soldiers looked around nervously, but found no human figure.
A bolt of lightning fell from the thunderstorm, and a tall, ferocious figure appeared on the earth wall. This thing was illuminated by the lightning, and disappeared as the light dissipated, like an indescribable nightmare.
Suddenly, the soldiers saw a straight bolt of lightning hovering in the darkness. The lightning was so abnormal that people couldn't figure out why it stayed there. The electric light illuminated the black robes, heavy armor and gauntlets, and under the dark helmets
It was a sight like a blood moon. Scarlet light extended along the lightning.
This is clearly a sword!
The orc veteran wanted to warn, but found himself speechless.
"Hoo, ho"
The dull voice seemed to echo in the hearts of the orc soldiers, and invisible hands grasped their throats. Suddenly, the black shadow flashed past, and the orc veteran found himself flying up, but his body was still half-kneeling on the ground.
The soldiers who were suddenly attacked resisted. They grabbed short guns and axes to fight back, but the weapons in their hands broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye.
The monster in the shadow rolled over like mowing grass, and the soldiers who dared to block him were moved in a blink of an eye. The short spear stabbed into his body, as if it had hit hard ice.
"Crossbow!" a soldier shouted. His companions reacted faster, grabbed the crossbow and fired.
The attacker grabbed a corpse and blocked it. The arrow made a "puff" sound and pierced into the flesh. He threw it casually and the body flew out, knocking the orc's crossbowman to the ground.