Warlord: King of All Clans

Meanwhile, on Earl Tyron's side, because the nobles were gathered together with numerous extraordinary guards, no alien race could break through, making it seem quite deserted compared to the chaotic battlefield.

For the Southern nobles, preserving their lives was the top priority, and everything else was secondary. No matter how intense the battle became, they wouldn't throw their extraordinary guards out like Earl Tyron did.

As the sky gradually brightened, the nobles finally saw the battle situation clearly and began to stir.

Earl Tyron also wanted to quell the chaos as soon as possible, so he dispatched the nobles to battle one by one.

At this moment, a noble who volunteered to fight had just mounted his horse when he stopped, staring into the distance. After a long while, he shouted, "Everyone, what is that?"

Everyone looked up and gazed into the distance, only to see a steel behemoth slowly approaching outside the legion's camp.

From the gaps in its armor, golden light more dazzling than the morning sun was projected. As the distance grew closer and closer, the cannon in front of it also became brighter and brighter.

This was Fisha's Holy Light Tank. Inside the tank, Fisha sat in the driver's seat, while Illeven sat in front of the observation port. Seven or eight extraordinary kobolds were responsible for assisting them, frantically operating the equipment in the cabin.

"Distance two hundred yards, distance one hundred and fifty yards, distance one hundred yards!"

"Holy Light Cannon fully charged!"

"Holy Light Cannon aimed!"

"Ready to fire!"

Amidst the chaotic cries of the kobolds, Fisha ordered, "Fire!"

The main cannon of the Holy Light Tank suddenly lit up with golden light, almost blindingly so.

A ball of scorching golden light illuminated the sky, drawing a graceful arc before landing in the legion's camp a hundred yards away, accurately hitting the Tyron Legion's command structure.

In the second before the golden light landed, the mid-level extraordinary guard beside Earl Tyron dove and knocked Earl Tyron off his horse.

In the next instant, the warhorse behind them was sent flying by the violent shockwave, throwing the two of them seven or eight meters.

Earl Tyron himself was also a mid-level extraordinary, and he was protected by enchanted armor worth a thousand gold coins, so he was not injured. On the contrary, the mid-level guard who had knocked him down had his back charred into a mass, with his iron armor and skin almost melted together.

The Holy Light Tank could fire this kind of cannon three times!

In addition to the Holy Light Cannon, there were also secondary cannons that fired 'Boom Booms' and firing ports for four Centurion breech-loading shotguns.

After Fisha gave the order and sent out tens of thousands of kobold musketeers, Knight Solovi immediately ordered the Riverbend soldiers of Star Tower City to assemble and rush to catch up, finally catching up with the kobold army at this time.

In Solovi's eyes, sending these not-yet-fully-trained kobold musketeers to attack the elite Southern Legion was no different from sending them to their deaths.

Although there were many kobolds in Riverbend, they couldn't be consumed like this.

Fisha was scolded by Solovi and, knowing she was in the wrong, personally led her Holy Light Tank and Steam Tanks on the expedition.

Unfortunately, there were no rivers or fleets to help transport the tanks along the way. After the five Steam Tanks left Star Tower City, they broke down one after another within a hundred miles.

Some had blown cylinders, while others were stuck in the mud, unable to keep up with Solovi's team.

Only this latest model of the Holy Light Tank barely followed behind the Riverbend soldiers.

Seeing the friendly forces appear, the kobold army, which was on the verge of collapse, barked excitedly, and their morale immediately doubled, no longer fleeing.

Two thousand Riverbend soldiers entered the military camp in an orderly manner, and a volley of fire brought down the enemies in front of them. Then, they divided into small teams and methodically defeated the Southern armies that still had their organization.

The rifled flintlocks in their hands had an effective range of three hundred meters, and the pointed bullets had amazing penetrating power. As long as they didn't hit iron armor, there was a chance that they would kill the target behind the enemy after penetrating the enemy's body.

The previous smoothbore flintlocks used round lead bullets, relying on brute force to smash into people's bodies, essentially gunpowder-powered slingshots.

Now, the rifling and pointed bullets allowed the bullet to rotate and drill into the human body, easily penetrating armor within a hundred meters.

In close combat in the legion's camp, no matter what kind of armor the enemy wore, it was just one shot.

The only high-level extraordinary, Viscount Duncan, fought Solovi on horseback for three rounds, and the warhorse under his feet was bitten to death by the Dragonscale Horse 'Little Cry'.

The two continued to fight on foot. The dignified seventh-level swordsman of the Southern Territory couldn't even defeat this sixth-level knight from the Northern Territory.

After fighting for a long time, Duncan looked around and found that his swordsman团 had either died or surrendered, leaving only a large group of Riverbend soldiers surrounding him with their muskets.

And his liege, Earl Tyron, was also standing aside, held hostage by four Gale Knights, waiting for him to decide the outcome.

Viscount Duncan lost all fighting spirit, threw down the long sword in his hand, and surrendered helplessly.

Fisha slowly drove the Holy Light Tank into the legion's camp, and a few rounds of firing from the Centurion breech-loading shotguns on both sides defeated the nearby enemies.

When the battle was completely quelled, Fisha climbed out of the tank, looked at the devastation, and her tail immediately drooped.

The camp was full of kobold corpses, dug out by their surviving companions and piled up in rows on the ground.

She shrank her paws and searched the camp, seeing a familiar kobold foreman—this was a clansman from Kobold Valley, one of the foremen of the Red Mountain Fortress mine.

Seeing the Great King approaching, the kobold foreman wagged his tail, "Great King! Mission complete! Kobolds smart! Kobolds brave! Kobolds charge, charge, charge! Can charge three times!"

Fisha felt extremely helpless and comforted, "Are you okay?"

The kobold foreman wagged his tail, "I'm fine, just very hungry and want to go home to eat."

As he spoke, his tail stopped wagging, and he closed his eyes and died.

His stomach had been pierced by a Southern Territory musket, and his internal organs were shattered. Even if the Riverbend Matriarch were present, she wouldn't be able to save him.

Solovi, who was walking by, sighed and pressed Fisha's shoulder.

Fisha looked up at the tall Solovi with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful, "Knight Solovi, have I made another mistake?"

Solovi could only comfort her, "You weren't wrong this time. You did very well, but next time, you must listen to the Riverbend Matriarch's arrangements first."

"I understand."

Of this ten-thousand-strong kobold army, less than three thousand Riverbend kobolds had completed their training. More than seventy percent were wilderness kobolds who came from the mines and had only received miner training, not yet military training.

Of the Riverbend's hundred thousand kobolds, only the five hundred kobold scouts led by Lambowen have truly reached the standards of regular soldiers.

But they are still helping the兽族 at Fengshen Fortress and cannot return to Riverbend in time.

Most of the remaining kobolds couldn't understand military orders, let alone complete complex battlefield commands. They could barely manage small-scale battles of a few hundred people, but with tens of thousands of people, even a military genius couldn't command them.

Instead, they relied on the advantage of muskets and human-wave tactics, using mindless charges to exert some combat effectiveness.

Fisha indeed didn't have military talent, but she knew very well what her clansmen were capable of.

Being able to charge three times had already exceeded everyone's expectations.

After cleaning up the battlefield, of the seven thousand soldiers in the Southern Territory Legion, three thousand were killed in battle, two thousand surrendered, and another two thousand, led by their respective lords, abandoned their supplies and fled south in panic.

Of the ten thousand kobold army, three thousand were killed in battle, leaving seven thousand!