"Boom-"

When the fire drilled out of the muzzle of the Type 152 gun, Iron Axe felt the steel battleship under his feet tremble slightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a few breaths, a cloud of smoke and dust exploded from the distant city wall, and it took a long time for a dull bombardment to be heard. When the smoke cleared, he looked up his lookout and saw that huge cracks had appeared in the low stone wall.

Unlike the attack on the king's capital, the Falling Dragon Ridge is located in the south-central part of the kingdom, and it is rarely attacked from outside, and the city walls are very low, less than half of the Changge Fortress. The head of the wall was only allowed to pass by a single person, and large defenses such as trebuchets could not be erected, so the artillery units had already deployed their field artillery in the open space five hundred meters away from the city wall.

Considering the efficiency of the Pioneer Battalion's hundreds of men entering the city, Iron Axe decided to open three gaps in the walls before moving at the same time, and any enemy who dared to gather behind the gaps and try to defend would be mercilessly attacked by the twelve-pounder cannon. Now that the gate and the northern section of the city wall have been chiseled, he will give the order for a general attack when the last entrance is opened.

It would be nice if the witches could follow the army, Iron Axe regretted that it was a pity that these precious cannonballs were used against stones.

If Nightingale were here, it would only take three packs of explosives to send the entire wall into the sky—after all, the enemy's defenses were far from the king's capital.

This change of mentality was amusing even to him, considering that half a year ago, he insisted that the army should independently complete the tasks assigned by His Majesty. But since he and the Witch Alliance worked together to conquer the royal capital, he suddenly felt that it was perfect to have witches as eyes or raid troops in the army.

"My lord!" shouted the soldier on the lookout pole, "there is movement in the direction of the city gate, and they seem to be gathering horses!"

The iron axe moved his lookout to look at the ruined gate, and he could only see dust rising from behind the wall.

"Do you need to adjust the ship's guns and fire there?" asked Vanna.

"No, if you want the shells to land in that place, you have to waste at least two or three more rounds. He shook his head, "Since it's horses, I think they should be trying to organize the knights to fight and use the charge to open the blockade of the field guns - what's there to worry about......?" Iron Axe turned his head to look at Count Speer, "I'm afraid there won't be many knights left in your realm after this charge." ”

"Now that I have decided to side with my brother, these men are no longer my knights," she replied calmly, "let them pay for their betrayal." ”

"I see," Iron Axe paused for a moment, "have you figured out what to do with Redwyn Patsy?"

Yesterday, he had just received a secret letter from the town hall, demanding that all the rebellious nobles except for Speer's relatives be taken to Neverwinter, and that those who resisted could be summarily killed. Their territory was sealed off by the First Army, waiting for the arrival of the town hall statistics officer before looting.

According to this situation, the fate of the nobles is probably all mine labor - now that there are several mines in the fortress area that no one is mining, if you count the families, cronies, and servants, there must be hundreds of people, and Neverwinter can harvest a lot of iron ore.

As for the culprit, Redwing Patsy, the letter asks that he be handed over to the Count himself.

There was a hint of hesitation on Speer's face, and it was clear that he hadn't made a decision yet.

Iron Axe sighed inwardly, if it were him, he would definitely cut off the other party's head without hesitation - there is nothing more unforgivable than a betrayal.

"They're coming!" the lookout suddenly shouted.

He put these trifles aside, raised his lookout glasses and continued to look at the battlefield.

As expected, a group of knights rushed out of the city gates and headed straight for the outer artillery positions.

Then the sound of gunfire echoed in the wilderness and the woods, and white smoke rose in front of the position, and more than twenty knights and their guards fell into the damp mud one after another before they had even rushed a hundred meters.

If when Duke Ryan led his army to invade the border towns, the Knights' swarm charge could still pose a slight threat to the First Army, and now these Iron Tortoises are almost a live target without a defense.

The field artillery did not even need to be reloaded with shotguns, and the revolver rifle and two heavy machine guns alone kept the enemy firmly in the way of the charge.

With another round of fire from the ship's guns, the thin and thin city wall finally collapsed, and the iron axe gave the order to sound the whistle and launch a general attack.

The soldiers of the vanguard battalion poured out of the line and rushed to the three gaps in three groups.

The battle to regain the Falling Dragon Ridge officially began.

......

An hour later, the castle and church fell into the hands of the First Army.

The enemy had already been frightened by the roaring weapons, and had not organized any strong resistance at all, or the knights who were destroyed in an instant after leaving the city gates were already all the men that Redwin could handle.

The church did not show up at all, all the supplies in the church were emptied, and the whereabouts of the priest Rosard were unknown.

There were no secret passages or hidden side doors in the Falling Dragon Ridge, and there was almost no way to escape from the city backed by the mountains, and the soldiers blocked the seizers on the top floor of the castle.

Iron Axe ordered the ministers to be dragged away from their knees, and then let the soldiers out of the bedchamber, leaving only the Earl's brother and the Earl Speer. Of course, Redwin was firmly tied to the chair and could no longer pose any threat to the countess.

"I don't understand......," Speer said after a long silence before speaking, "is it good for you to become a lord? Do you think that I am inferior to these outsiders to you?"

"You're a witch, the devil's minions!" Radwin cried out with a stalk around his neck, "Father misjudged you, you deceived him!"

"But I'm still your sister!"

"You're not!" he gritted his teeth, "you're just a bastard adopted by your father!"

"What...... Huh?" Speer froze.

"I heard him say when he got drunk, you made a mistake when your father was young, and you don't have the surname Patsy at all!" Redwing said indignantly, "Why are you the last to inherit the family and not me? I just take back what is rightfully mine, and you are the real outsider!"

Speer covered his head, but he couldn't recall any memories of his childhood," he ...... Mistakes made?"

"Otherwise, why do you look like your mother? Don't you remember how you came to Falling Dragon Ridge!"

"So...... You're not my brother either. ”

"That's right, I'm the true heir of the family, Earl of Falling Dragon Ridge! let me go, I demand to be treated in accordance with my noble status!"

Speer stumbled out of the dormitory, and the iron axe hurriedly helped her, "You're okay." ”

"I'm fine...... she took a deep breath, "take my- no, take Redwyn Patcy to Neverwinter, he's lost his mind, and I think the mines are where he's supposed to be." ”

"As you wish," Iron Axe replied.