Release that Witch

The production of artillery is also steadily advancing, the second artillery has entered the expansion phase, and the third artillery is still in the hoarding material.

If you are lucky, after a month, he will have a gorgeous lineup of four 12-pound guns. The advantages of firepower are unquestionable, but how to turn the advantage into a winning position is a question that Roland has been considering.

He was just a mechanical dog before crossing. Like most people, the understanding of war comes from history, movies and games. If it is a thorough cold weapon war, he will let go of Carter and the iron axe to command. But this battle is not the same, no one can understand the way the hot weapons are fighting.

In this case, he can only combine all the knowledge he knows, and use the eyes of this era to make every step of the plan.

In order to ensure victory, Roland allowed lightning to travel between the fortress and the border town every day. One was to observe the road surface and the other was to accurately calculate the distance. Roland believes that the victory of war is based on a large number of investigations and calculations. Whether it is tactical development or the deduction of the battle, these two points are inseparable.

He made several one-meter irons and one hundred meters of hemp ropes with the size set by the last cast gun. Then he shot the gun at the west side of Bianbu Town, and based on the hemp rope and wood projection. A flight track that is about a kilometer long. Lightning exercises control the magical consumption and repeatedly travel through this distance at a fixed speed.

When she mastered the magic output, Roland began to measure the distance from the fortress to the town. Taking advantage of the round-trip time spent in the sundial, he calculated that the distance between the two places was about fifty-four kilometers.

Of course, this is only a straight line distance. In fact, the road has to turn two big bends to avoid the foothills where the desolate mountains extend. In any case, if the Duke chooses to march from the land, it will take at least three days to reach the border town.

With lightning as a scout, Roland can clearly understand where the enemy is and what action to take.

Within two kilometers of the west of the town, he has been filled with signals for marking the distance. As long as the enemy enters this range, the artillery team can quickly adjust the corresponding muzzle angle without shooting the table.

Now he is starting to worry a little, what if the other party is not here.

Just then, the door was ringing.

The nightingale, which had been lying on the couch and chewing the dried fish piece, disappeared instantly. Roland coughed twice and said, "Come in."

The door opened was the Assistant Minister Barov. "His Royal Highness, a nobleman with a long song fortress wants to see you."

"Who?" Roland didn't respond for a moment. "They sent the ambassador again?"

"No, not an ambassador," Barov shook his head. "It was the Baron Ferris who left before the demon moon. Now he is back."

Roland thought for a moment and remembered that there was indeed a fortress nobleman living in Bianque Town. But are they still dare to come back? And just ran over in the spring, is it that I have not seen the iron fist of the royal family? "He wants to see what I do?"

"Because the city wall defense was hampered, his house was demolished," the assistant minister said. "If you don't want to meet, I can help you get rid of it."

Roland wanted to agree, but changed his mind and changed his mind. "Let the baron wait for me in the living room."

Maybe he could pass him and give some pressure to the long song fortress, the prince thought.

After a quarter of an hour, Roland came to the living room slowly. On the side of the long table, a man with a round belly was already impatient. He walked back and forth, and the flesh on his face trembled with the pace. Seeing the appearance of His Royal Highness, the Baron stopped and made a reluctance to bend down.

"Sit down," Roland returned to the main seat and sat down. If you follow the usual habits, even if it is not dinner time, he will let the kitchen a dessert, but today he did not even prepare for the tea.

"His lord of the prince," said Baron, who was still sitting still, and said, "How can you let the stupid stonemason dismantle my house! That's a good house, the stone bricks below. The retaining wall and the beam-column roof are also the best quality logs. When I built it, it cost me a hundred... No, one hundred and fifty gold dragons!" He stretched his fingers and made a stroke.

One hundred and fifty, Roland laughed at the bottom of his heart. If he had just worn the town of Bianbu, the prince’s memory alone might have been true. But now... "Are you talking about the house in the west of the town?"

Jules nodded again and again. "Right right, that is the one. It is the big house in the town after the residence of the Baron Simon."

"That's a pity. It's too close to the city wall, which hinders my subordinates." Roland paused for a moment, "but the City Hall has already made compensation."

"How much... how much?"

Roland stretched out two fingers, "Twenty Golden Dragons."

"This is too little! Your Highness..." Jules opened his mouth, as if he wanted to argue, and eventually endured it. He rubbed his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. "Well, twenty for twenty, where should I go to get the money?"

“Receiving?” Roland pretended to be incomprehensible. “This money has been paid to the owner of the house.”

"What? Wait, wait... I am the owner of the house!"

"Not you, Blair, my militia team captain."

"Who is that?" the baron screamed. "Your Highness, you got it wrong! I am the owner of that house!"

"Is it? But I didn't see you in the winter," Roland picked a brow. "How can the house be yours?"

"Of course I am going back to the long song fortress. Who wants to stay in this ghost place, if you are not careful, you have to feed the evil beast!"

As for the idiot, Roland commented that there is still a plain tone between the words. "So you want to say that you have abandoned your lord and fled because of fear of the evil beast, right?"

"Oh, I..." The baron suddenly stopped.

"Guards," Roland clap his hands and walked into the two guards immediately outside the living room door, sandwiching Liris.

"His temple hall, what do you mean!?"

"It's very simple. Now you have two choices," Roland stood up from his seat and looked at each other contemptuously. "One is that you admit that you are wrong. That house doesn't belong to you at all. I can be a farce. Now Let you leave. Second, during the demon moon, you betrayed your lord, leaving the territory without permission, shamefully fleeing to the long song fortress. I will put you in jail, and then swindle by defection Die. Which one do you choose?"

The sweat on the forehead of Jules couldn’t stop. He swallowed and hesitated for a while before he trembled: "His Royal Highness, I... I got it wrong, it wasn't my house."

"So this is a misunderstanding," Roland shrugged and said to the guards. "Give the Baron to leave."

When Jules walked to the door, the prince stopped him: "Right, when you return to the fortress by boat, you can help me with a letter, tell those... well, you will also have the same misunderstandings with you. If not If you plan to choose the second item, you don’t have to waste time running out of town."

"As ... your wish, Your Highness." Jules went out and said with a strong smile, but the moment he turned, Roland saw the other person's look of gnashing his teeth.

In this way, the fortress will definitely cause an uproar? he thinks.