Warlord: King of All Clans

That was a reverse slope a kilometer away. From their side, only a few slender gun barrels could barely be seen protruding from the ground.

“By the Holy Light! How can the enemy's artillery shoot so far!”

“That's not right! How could the enemy's cannons be secretly transported here?”

“That's not right! How are they aiming without facing the enemy?”

The firepower of Riverrun once again exceeded the understanding of the Southern Territory people.

Their twelve-pound solid-shot cannons, along with their carriages, weighed over a ton and could only be transported by dismantling them onto horse-drawn carriages. Although their range exceeded a kilometer, they could not be deployed for combat in a hurry.

Only the small-sized grapeshot cannons had off-road capabilities, and the time for loading and deployment was also shorter.

But how could Riverrun's cannons suddenly appear here?

Even ogres and minotaurs with immense strength couldn't carry such heavy cannons and travel a hundred miles, let alone shoot so accurately!

Moreover, judging from the experience of the Southern Territory artillerymen, at least sixty heavy cannons were firing!

After saying that, he leaped a full hundred meters, and with a few more leaps, he jumped over the heads of the iron-clad ogres, avoiding the dozens of headhunter spears that were raining down, and went straight for the Riverrun artillery position.

But before he could get close, he landed in surprise and became highly vigilant.

In front of him, a groundhog half a meter tall was squatting on the ground, looking at him obediently.

“Hello there, little old man.”

Brandon, an eighth-level great swordsman of the Southern Territory and an enshrined guest of the Macdonald family, was also well-informed. Hearing this, his face darkened, “Elf? Leave the battlefield quickly, or I won't hold back, and you'll be crying and running home to find your mom.”

Freya lay prone on the ground, staring intently at Brandon, her hips wiggling from side to side, adopting a hunting posture, “Come on, beat me first!”

On the other side of the battlefield, Godwin was much more efficient, directly pouncing on Earl Macdonald.

Archbishop Eric, who was beside Earl Macdonald, felt a toothache when he saw Godwin wearing a simple robe and dragon claw gauntlets.

He had a great battle with Godwin in Osloden City, and in the end, the city fell, and he had to retreat in defeat.

In Osloden City, Eric had the magic power of the Holy Light Cathedral to supply him, and he wore golden armor worth ten thousand gold coins, and the sword and shield in his hand were legendary treasures of the Holy Light Church.

Such a pay-to-win tycoon like him could only go fifty-fifty in a home game against Godwin, who only had a pair of gauntlets. Now that he ran into him in the wild, the chances of winning were basically zero.

Although Earl Macdonald was also a high-level knight, he was now the commander of the legion, and Eric didn't want to see him get beaten up, so he had to bite the bullet and go into battle, “This man is Godwin, the strongest member of the Bebos family, a top-notch ninth-level transcendent in the Northern Territory. I'll deal with him.”

As soon as Macdonald heard his tone, he understood Eric's subtext and could only helplessly say to Grand Mage Sapir beside him, “Now is not the time to be polite. Grand Mage Sapir, please join me and take down this powerful enemy first.”

Grand Mage Sapir and Archbishop Eric were both highly respected and face-conscious Northern Territory powerhouses, and they were originally unwilling to do such a thing as ganging up on someone, but now that they were under someone else's roof, they could only nod.

The high-level powerhouses fought in pairs, and the close combat troops of both sides finally entered the battle.

Among the ogre warriors wearing hundred-pound iron armor, hundreds of ogre headhunters mixed in, raising the throwing spears in their hands and throwing them with all their might.

The dense rain of spears instantly fell into the shield formation.

A squad leader of a heavy-armored elite infantry regiment was himself a transcendent, and the steel shield in his hand was extremely thick, and even muskets could not penetrate it.

The headhunter spears of the ogre headhunters were comparable to the scorpion crossbows of the Imperial Legion, but their armor-piercing ability was not as good as that of muskets. The throwing spears hit the steel shields, making harsh metallic clanging sounds, but failed to penetrate the steel shields.

But in the next second, the entire shield formation exploded violently, with iron armor and large shields flying everywhere, and severed limbs and organs splattering all over the ground.

The headhunter spears of the ogres were also tied with specially made ogre bombs!

In the midst of the chaos, three thousand ogre iron-clad warriors crashed head-on into six thousand human heavy-armored infantry.

Behind the close combat troops of both sides, the musket legions had also arrived on the battlefield. Seeing the melee in front, the commanders of both sides tacitly moved to the flanks and began to confront each other.

Because it was too hasty, the musket legion of the Macdonald Legion only gathered four thousand people.

At the end of the field of vision, there were still endless streams of musket squads coming from afar, slowly gathering together.

Under the organization of mounted officers, they formed lines of battle and approached the advancing Riverrun soldiers.

The musket legion formed by Earl Macdonald had accumulated a lot of practical experience in the Southern Territory's struggles for hegemony and suppression of rebellions, and had mastered line infantry tactics without being taught.

Four thousand musketeers formed dense lines of battle, and under the urging of drummers and mounted officers, they approached the enemy with uniform steps.

The dense formation, neat movements, distinct uniforms, and the sound of gongs and drums created an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

Such a battle formation was invincible in the Southern Territory. No mortal army could withstand their volley fire.

On the other hand, the less than two thousand Riverrun soldiers had a scattered formation, with some lining up in horizontal lines, some in vertical lines, and some stopping and going, looking around.

There were not many officers in charge of supervising the battle, and even the drummers who maintained the formation had disappeared. The entire team was like a group of peasant soldiers who had just picked up muskets for the first time.

The commander of the Macdonald musket legion sneered when he saw the undisciplined enemy, “The Riverrun musketeers are nothing more than this.”

“Such musketeers can dominate the Northern Territory, which only shows how backward the Northern Territory really is.”

“Hold your fire until they are within a hundred yards, and let them go back with no return!”

The smoothbore muskets of the Southern Territory had an effective range of one hundred yards. Although they could not penetrate armor or maintain accuracy beyond this distance, they could still inflict damage.

It's just that the battle-hardened commander had seen too many such enemies and was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to annihilate the enemy.

Opening fire when they were within a hundred yards, two volleys would be enough to defeat the opponent, and then they could go into pursuit, so that the enemy's rout wouldn't have a chance to escape!

But this time, he miscalculated.

The scattered Riverrun soldiers raised the Virgil III rifled guns in their hands when they were three hundred meters away.

The Virgil III rifled gun fired pointed lead bullets, had an effective range of three hundred meters, and a lethal range of one thousand meters!

The standard yard of the Atlantis Empire was less than one meter, and three hundred meters was about three hundred and fifty yards, still beyond the maximum range of the Southern Territory's smoothbore flintlock guns!

The smoothbore flintlock guns of the Southern Territory were still using powdered black powder, and the round lead bullets they fired were also of different sizes.

Beyond two hundred yards, the trajectory would drop, and at three hundred yards, it would almost fall to the ground. Even if it hit someone, it would only have the power of a slingshot.

With just one round of “unorganized” volley fire, the line of musket teams of the Macdonald Legion three hundred meters away fell down in droves.

Seeing the enemy fall down in such dense formations like a flock of silly geese, the Riverrun soldiers were all thrilled.

The Riverrun soldiers' aiming and shooting accuracy at a distance of three hundred meters was not very high, but the opposite side was standing too densely!

It was as if they could hit them no matter how they aimed!