Release that Witch

When the enemy appeared far in the field of vision, Fanna saw the heavily armed knights, riding high-headed horses, wearing shiny armor, and slowly approaching the town. Usually, a knight in the town is a high-ranking presence. Now, when I come out with nearly a hundred people, this scene makes him take a breath.

Fanna felt that his palms were sweating again, just as he stood on the wall for the first time facing the evil beast, but this time, he faced the aristocratic coalition of the same long-song fortress.

No, he spits and puts his thoughts aside, the same kind? When did the nobles treat you like this? He thought about himself. Their trip was to rob the border town and re-integrate the northern **** mining area into the fortress. More importantly, they actually intended to drive the prince out of the West. This is something that all members of the First Army simply cannot accept.

Yesterday, His Highness made a clear statement during the pre-war talks. Tiefko Wimbledon, the brother of His Royal Highness, used the conspiracy to find the throne and killed the old King Wimbledon III. Originally, between the royal family and the nobility, Fanna did not have any opinion on who the king changed. It was too much for the Duke of Klein to take this opportunity to take away the territory of His Royal Highness.

Think about it, before the Highness did not come here, what is the town of Bianbu? The former lord seems to be an earlord. He rarely sees it when he buys fur. He often uses the low price to buy good goods in the hands of the hunters. When the demon moon arrived, the first one escaped. The townspeople never asked when they suffered in the fortress slums.

Nowadays, Bianbu Town is getting better and better under the control of His Royal Highness, and these changes are all visible to everyone. Fanna thinks that the more miners produce, the more they get paid. After His Royal Highness put the black machine into the North Slope mine, the extra output was still counted on the miners' head. Whether it is building a city wall or a mine gravel, the remuneration of the villagers is paid on time. This winter, I didn’t even starve to death.

Of course, the biggest change is not the militia team, now the first army. With them guarding the town, everyone does not have to huddle in the icy wooden shed in the winter, begging the big men to give a bite of food. If the prince is not there, will the Duke allow the First Army to exist?

Fanna took two deep breaths and rubbed his hands on his clothes. Of course they will not allow it. The fortress aristocracy does not care about the life and death of the townspeople. This is what the Highness said: Only an army composed of the people will be willing to fight for the people.

He looked up and looked to the left side of the sky. There was a faint black spot in the distance. If he looked at it inadvertently, he thought it was a huge bird. It was the shooting command lightning of the artillery group. She used the woods on both sides of the road as a cover to observe the enemy's movements. When she flew back, Fanna also noticed that as long as she did not take the initiative to go to the open area, the people underneath would only see the branches on both sides, and it would be difficult to find the witches who were investigating.

Lightning flew to a position near the front of the array in a quarter of an hour, showing a green ribbon.

That represents the range of preliminary shots where the enemy has entered a kilometer. Fanna is still not sure how far the "one kilometer" in the mouth of the temple is, but when he sees the green signal, he subconsciously shouts the password for loading and adjusting the angle of the shot according to the rules of the comprehensive exercise.

The four guns quickly completed the set of movements, the shot angle of the muzzle was transferred to the third gear, and the gunpowder and solid shells were filled into the cannon.

Originally thought to stand on the wall and confront the evil beast, it is already rich in experience, but Fanna found out today that he is still far worse than the iron axe and Brian. When the afternoon array was assembled, his heartbeat had been difficult to stabilize. The two men led their respective teams into the shooting position. Not only did they look as usual, but he could even hear a glimmer from Brian’s voice. But until now, he still has not returned to calm, even the Rodney brothers seem to perform better than themselves. This made Fanna feel a little depressed.

He rubbed his dry lips and looked for lightning again.

At this time, the enemy's forward speed suddenly slowed down a lot.

"What are they doing?" Rodney asked.

“I don’t know,” Cat’s claws stared up. “It seems to be adjusting the formation. Their people look a bit messy.”

"They are waiting for the troops behind," the pomelo voice sounded with some vibrato. "The knights can't fight alone. They must follow a large number of people behind them."

"Do you know everything?" Nelson grinned.

"I have seen it! A Cavalier lord will bring at least two sergeants, and there are a dozen serfs carrying food for them," he said with his fingers. "Look, a Duke of Fortress, at least a hundred of his men." A knight, there are at least three hundred people who can fight on horseback. In addition, the counts and viscounts in the territory are more! There are mercenaries, and they are all the goods that are bloody, killing people. Everyone is not blind! We only have three hundred people."

Less than three hundred people, Fanna corrected in his heart. Only 270 people in the firearms were equipped with weapons. According to His Highness, this is called insufficient capacity. Now those who do not have firearms have been sent to the artillery unit to carry ammunition for four artillery pieces. However, he saw that he was worse than himself. He felt better in his heart.

"That is the mercenary, they are coming!" The pomelo peeled out.

Fanna looked at it and saw that a group of guys dressed in a variety of ways gradually occupied the front of the battlefield. They did not ride horses and did not line up, but gathered in the middle of the field in twos and threes. The knights spread out to both sides and seemed to be giving way to the mercenaries. The duke coalition was much closer to himself than half a quarter of an hour ago.

At this point, a knight flew out of the coalition and rushed to Bianbu Town. Fanna’s heart tightened and almost shouted out the fire password.

What is this going to do? He looked up and still saw no lightning, and the other side was getting closer and closer, while shaking a white flag.

"He is the messenger sent by the Duke," pomelo pouted. "It should be to persuade."

"That's none of our business," Rodney crouched behind the artillery and aligned his line of sight at the midline of the barrel. "The leader, the gun needs to be adjusted, and most of the knights have left the field."

In the previous live-fire practice, they were repeatedly taught that the artillery attack ranged on the line in front of the muzzle, so to hit the target, the target must overlap the barrel midline. The five men turned the guns slightly together until they re-integrated the knights in front of the coalition into the direction of the muzzle.

The messenger who came alone was immediately taken behind the line by Carter, but Vanner knew that the Duke’s move was just a waste of time, and the Prince’s High Court would never agree to surrender.

Suddenly, the lightning suddenly accelerated to the town defense line, her arms waving, and the yellow ribbon in her hand fluttered in the wind.

The yellow signal indicates that the opponent has entered the 800-meter range. Within this distance, the solid bullet of the artillery has a chance to hit the target. As long as the captain of the artillery team did not indicate a ban on firing, the guns were free to shoot.

The team members also noticed this signal. Everyone turned their attention to Fanner. The latter nodded and took a deep breath. "Open fire!" (To be continued.)