Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

The whole city of Collins fell into a catastrophic state, just like Niceburg a few months ago. The fear, despair and chaos experienced by the people of Niceburg at that time were completely replicated in this inland city.

Prices soared to an unreasonable level. Many items could not be bought with any amount of money. The collapse of the market gave rise to violence. After losing the control of order, fists were easier to get what they wanted than money.

The armed forces that originally maintained order were either gathered on the city walls for defense, or gathered around them by various powerful people to protect their safety, while letting the chaos among the people continue to spread.

Some people in the power class hoped to negotiate with the Protestant Alliance in exchange for a more decent war outcome.

But as the resident of the Horn Bay Church, the most lacking thing in Collins is religious fanatics, especially Archbishop Elvis, who stubbornly hated the new sect that he had forced out, insisting that he was defending the majesty of the Lord of Light in the world and could not live under the same sky with those heretics bewitched by wizards.

"Either the heretics die, or we martyr ourselves!"

"We must use the blood of the heretics to wash away the sins they have committed!"

In the church, Elvis kept preaching to the fanatical believers gathered here. His voice became hoarse due to the day and night screaming, but it still sounded powerful to others.

The archbishop had not closed his eyes for several days. Now it was the spiritual power that drove his body to move, not his muscles, bones and nutrients in his body.

Even though Collins had fallen into a state of panic, the Jiaowan Church still had a large number of followers in the city. After all, it had been operating here for hundreds of years and had deep roots. When Elvis found out that someone in the ruling class was plotting peace, he immediately gathered believers to besiege the door and find the main messenger to burn at the stake.

This caused the nobles to resist, and a huge civil strife almost broke out in the city of Collins. At the critical moment, the Vatican General Webster and King Garrett III of Collins joined forces to suppress it, so that the city would not be destroyed before the enemy attacked.

Garrett III was both firm and not completely firm in resisting the Protestant army. In fact, he had sent people to secretly contact the Protestant Alliance a long time ago. He first proposed that the armies of both sides return to their own countries and restore the status quo before the outbreak of the war, but was rejected. Then he proposed that Collins could pay a certain amount of compensation, which was rejected again.

The Protestant Alliance’s demands were very firm, that is, Garrett III must abdicate, and Collins must be ruled by someone the Protestant Alliance can trust.

But for a king, taking away his power is more unbearable than taking away his life. These coastal people are delusional-this is the resolute side of Garrett III.

But he had another idea. He wanted to rely on the solid defense of Collins to make the Protestant Alliance pay a heavy price for their attack, and then force them to accept his conditions, at least to keep his position as king - this was his undetermined side.

The Protestant Army's siege finally began.

Dozens of cannons were lined up outside the city wall. As the order to fire was given, the black muzzles spewed out angry flames and thunderous roars, and the heavy shells smashed hard on the towering city wall.

The soldiers on the wall tried to shrink their bodies behind the parapets, feeling the vibrations under their feet in fear. The Collins wall, which they usually thought was indestructible, trembled like a person in fear under this huge force.

The Alda artillery used concentrated firepower to fiercely bombard a fixed point until the barrel became hot, then cooled, and then continued to fire, over and over again.

Under the bombardment of artillery, the walls of Collins were smashed with stone chips, bricks were constantly broken and peeled off the wall, and the gap became larger and larger from inconspicuous at the beginning to visible from a distance later.

The artillery also kept a certain number of small artillery. If the defenders tried to repair the wall during the interval of artillery bombardment, they would immediately give fatal damage. Compared with the heavy traditional siege weapons such as catapults and crossbows, the well-trained Arda artillery had improved more than one level in terms of flexibility, hit rate and even power. Any efforts to repair the wall were ruthlessly blocked.

The defenders tried and failed repeatedly, and finally no one dared to risk their lives to repair the growing gap. They could only watch it continue to fester like an infected wound.

Finally, after several days of repeated bombardment, when the first rays of dawn shone on Collins one day, with a loud crash, the part of the Collins wall that was bombarded collapsed completely, and a large number of broken bricks lost the last strength to support them, and slid down to the bottom of the wall like dumped garbage.

"Woo--!"

The horn of the general attack was blown!

The Protestant soldiers who had been ready for a long time shouted in unison, waving various weapons and rushing to the gap bravely. They were promised that those who entered the city first would receive a huge reward. For many people of ordinary or even low birth, this reward was enough to change their life's destiny, and everyone fought with all their strength.

The Collins defenders appeared in the gap of the city wall and tried to block the invaders, but they were soon submerged in a sea of ​​swords and shadows. The Protestant soldiers stepped on the bricks and gravel and charged bravely. The flow of people rushed through the gap of the dam like a flood.

The Arda army did not participate in the competition for this honor. Under Andrew's order, they lined up and entered the city through the gate captured by friendly forces.

The defenders lost their will to resist the moment the city was broken and surrendered one after another, but the Horn Bay Church still refused to admit defeat. The knights of the church led the fanatical believers to pour out of the streets and alleys, trying to die with the attackers.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

But in the final analysis, they were just civilians not long ago and could not resist the Protestant army that had fought all the way.

The street resistance initiated by the church was ruthlessly crushed. The Protestant army attacked the city center through different routes, where the cathedral of the Horn Bay Church was located.

Just as they were about to launch the final attack, a raging fire quickly engulfed the magnificent building. The fire spread so fast that it seemed someone had deliberately set the fire.

"God will punish you!"

Archbishop Elvis appeared on the bell tower. He shouted this sentence with his last strength before being engulfed by the flames.

The Horn Bay War was over.