Compared to Lotus, who was watching from afar, Sylvie could see more clearly.
Through the walls of the mud hut, she could see the soldiers working in an orderly manner. Each person was doing a single repetitive action, but when seven or eight people were linked together, it became a complex whole. The paper bags and iron balls piled up in the back of the compartment were continuously sent into the thick iron pipe, and then erupted with the power of Thunder.
Upon closer inspection, Sylvie noticed that the soldiers first ignited a rope at the end of the iron pipe. The jumping sparks penetrated the inside of the iron pipe, igniting the first paper bag. The next moment of light made her unable to help but squint her eyes. The sparks quickly expanded into an orange-red fireball, filling every pore in the pipe. The expanding flame had nowhere to go, so it wrapped around the iron ball and rushed outwards, as if a giant hand was forcefully throwing it out!
In the blink of an eye, the iron ball turned into a black shadow and went straight towards the sailboat in the river. Its strength was so great that it directly drilled a fist-sized hole in the wooden planks of the ship. Although its speed slowed down a lot after penetrating the planks, its power was still not to be underestimated. An enemy who was trying to climb out of the cabin was hit in the waist and immediately split in two.
This was the first time that Sylvie had seen such a scene. There was no need for a sharp blade or sword, just a small round ball could split a person in two.
Because her line of sight was too close, she even felt that the blood and internal organs of the dead had splashed onto her body. Then, several people were hit by the iron ball, either having their limbs cut off or their heads smashed. For a time, the cabin was filled with flowing blood and red and white internal organs.
The witch suddenly felt her stomach churn, and a stream of acid rushed straight to her throat.
"Ugh …" The scene in the cabin suddenly disappeared, and her chaotic thoughts were no longer able to maintain the use of her ability. Sylvie was forced to cut off the connection with the Eye of Truth, bowed her head and vomited.
"What's wrong?" Lotus, who was startled, immediately came forward to support her. "Are you okay?"
His Royal Highness also noticed her discomfort and handed her a handkerchief. "If you think it's bloody, then don't look at it, at least don't use your ability to look at it from a close distance. Take a rest first. "
"Thank you …" Sylvie took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth. "I'm fine."
This was probably the incredible invention that Maggie and Lightning had talked about. But at that time, no one really paid much attention to it. After all, it was difficult to imagine such a shocking weapon in one's mind without seeing it with one's own eyes.
She looked back at the battlefield and saw that Timothy's fleet had begun to approach the shore. Apparently, they had also noticed that this storm-like attack came from behind the low houses on the shore that were disguised as earth slopes. However, they didn't know that Prince Roland had set up far more fortifications than just this one.
Rather far away from the V-shaped defensive line was a bunker covered in weeds and vines. The distance between the two was exactly the same as the length of the fleet. Unless they didn't hesitate to turn the ship around and retreat, they would only fall into a pincer attack if they landed at any point.
The soldiers in the bunker also held a long, round iron pole. What they shot out was no longer a round iron ball, but a sharp, tailless arrow. They didn't look as unstoppable as the iron ball, but their target had changed to the naked flesh and blood.
Sylvie guessed that the enemy probably wanted to wait until they got ashore to regroup before launching a counterattack. But the soldiers in the bunker didn't give them this opportunity. Just like before, they didn't even need to show their heads. They just needed to aim their weapons at the target and pull the trigger easily. Then, the arrows would rain down on the enemy.
In the face of this kind of rapid firing and needless weapon, the enemy didn't last long before they all collapsed. Those who got off the ship wanted to get back on board, while those who stood on the side of the ship waiting to get off the ship fled in all directions. The hull swayed dramatically, and the gangplank overturned into the water. Many people who fell into the water were killed while climbing the ship's side. The scene was chaotic.
"It's time." Until then, the Prince put down the telescope and ordered Iron Axe, "Take the reserve team to clean up the battlefield. If their Leader Knight is lucky enough to survive, try to catch him alive. I want to ask them some questions."
"Yes," the latter saluted.
Then he looked at Sylvie, "You go with Iron Axe, don't let anyone slip away."
Sylvie nodded and followed the commander of the First Army out of the observation post. She suddenly understood why His Highness Roland dared to openly shelter the witches in this corner of the continent … With such a powerful force, even if the Church dispatched the God's Punishment Army, they might not be able to defeat him easily. If Lady Tilly could also have such a weapon, the witches might really be able to return home one day.
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Looking at the paralyzed sailboat on the riverbank, Roland was slightly relieved.
When they planned to land and counterattack, they were basically doomed to lose. It was a very slow process to turn the bow of the ship with the poles and oarsmen. This was probably the reason why the enemy didn't choose to turn around and retreat under the artillery attack. Rather than being beaten in vain, it was better to quickly dock and organize a team to counterattack.
It was very difficult to sink a wooden sailboat with the solid iron ball of a twelve-pound field artillery. Even if the hull was riddled with holes, it wouldn't affect it to continue to float on the water.Therefore, turning the bow of the ship might cause serious losses, but there would always be one or two sailboats that could escape. But if they chose to land, they would only end up being annihilated.
Compared to the last surprise attack on the stronghold and the defense of the town, this time the enemy didn't even have an effective attack. It was probably because the pills were usually controlled by the commander and were only distributed to the militia before the battle. Once they encountered an ambush, they simply couldn't respond quickly.
It wasn't until the evening that the cleanup of the battlefield came to an end.
Iron Axe and the guards walked into the camp with the two captives.
Before Roland had time to open his mouth to ask, one of them had already shouted, "I am Sir Snacker, Your Highness, please allow me to write a letter to my family, they will certainly send a generous ransom."
"I am the second son of the Northern Shield Family, Ervin Shepherd, Your Highness," the other person said, "I am also willing to pay the ransom."
"So … this attack was led by you?" Roland raised his eyebrows.
"Uh, no, the leader was Sir Vincent, but he has already been killed." Sir Snacker twisted his body, "Your Highness, can you let your people untie my hands?During the redemption period, I hope to receive normal treatment. "
"I don't need a ransom," the Prince shook his head, "Your purpose in coming to the Western Territory, your plan, and Timothy's plan … tell me everything you know, and I may give you the treatment you deserve."
"This … please forgive me for not being able to tell you," Snacker said after a moment of hesitation.
"I have already pledged allegiance to His Majesty Timothy," the young Knight of the Shield Family also refused, "Doing so would violate my oath."
"Is that so?" Roland said disapprovingly, "Take them away first."
After the guards left, he glanced at Iron Axe, "I heard that you served as the guard of the Patriarch in Iron Sand City, and are very good at interrogating information?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Iron Axe replied, "There are very few people who can hide information from me."
"Very well, I will leave these two to you to interrogate," Roland turned around, "There are no restrictions on the methods and methods, as long as you can get enough information."
He was startled, "What about the ransom …"
"I said from the beginning, I don't need a ransom," Roland said coldly, "After the interrogation, treat it as if they were killed."