Production of the guns was also steadily advancing, with the second gun embryo in the stage of expansion, while the third gun was still hoarding material.

With any luck, in a month he would have a magnificent lineup of four twelve-pounders.The advantage of firepower is indisputable, but how to turn the advantage into a victory is a question Roland has been considering.

He was just a mechanical dog before crossing, and like most people, his understanding of war came from history, movies, and games.If it was a complete cold arms war, he would let go of Carter and Iron Axe to command.But the battle is not the same, and no one knows more about the way hot weapons fight than they do.

In that case, he could only combine all the knowledge he knew and make every step of the plan with a higher gaze than this era.

In order to ensure victory, Roland allowed lightning to travel between the fortress and the border town every day, one to observe the road conditions, and the other is to calculate the distance accurately.Roland believed that the victory of the war was based on a great deal of investigation and calculation.Whether it is tactical development or the exercise of the war, these two points are inseparable.

He used the size set by the time of the last cast, made several iron rods of one meter and a hundred meters of hemp rope, and then in the cannon test field on the west side of the border town, according to the hemp rope and wood pole projection drawn a runway about one kilometer long.Lightning, on the other hand, exercises control the magic consumption and repeatedly travels through the distance of this kilometer at a fixed speed.

As she was skilled at remembering the magic output, Roland set out to measure the distance from the fortress to the town.Using the time spent on the sundial round trip, he calculated that the distance between the two places was about 54 kilometers.

Of course, this is just a straight line distance, in fact, the land road also has to turn two large bends to avoid the foot of the mountain extended down the desperate mountains.In any case, if the duke chose to march from the land, it would take at least three days to reach the border town.

If there was lightning as a scout, Roland could clearly understand the enemy's position and the action to be taken.

Within two kilometers west of the town, he had been filled with signals to mark the distance, and as long as the enemy entered the range, the artillery team could quickly adjust the corresponding mug angle without firing the watch.

Now he began to worry a little, what if the other party did not come?

At that moment, the door was knocked.

The nightinging�le, which had been lying on the couch and chewing dried fish, disappeared in an instant, and Roland coughed twice and said, "Come in."

The door was opened by the assistant minister, Barov, who said, "Your Highness, there is a nobleman of the long song fortress who wants to see you."

“Who?”Roland did not respond for a moment, "They sent an ambassador again?"

"No, not the ambassador," said Barov, shaking his head, "is Baron Corbus, who left before the month of the devil and is now back."

Roland thought for a moment before he remembered that there were indeed fortress nobles living before the border town.But do they dare to come back?And just came to the spring, have you not seen the royal family's special anti-government iron fist?“What does he want to see me doing?”

“His house was demolished because it hindered the defence of the city walls,” the assistant minister said. “If you don’t want to meet, I can refuse it for you.”

Roland wanted to agree, but changed his mind, "Let the baron wait for me in the drawing-room."

Perhaps through him, give a little pressure on the long song fortress, the prince thought.

After grinding for a quarter of an hour, Roland slowly came to the living room, on the side of the long table, a man with a rounded stomach had already waited a little impatient.He walked back and forth, the flesh on his face trembling with the pace.When he saw his Highness appear, the baron stopped and reluctantly bent over to make a salute.

“Sit down,” Roland returned to the main seat and sat down.If according to the usual habits, even if it is not the time for dinner, he will make a dessert in the kitchen, but today he did not even give up the tea.

"Your Highness the Prince," said Baron Corris, having his ass in a hurry; "how can you let the foolish stonemasons tear down my house!It was a good house, under which the stone-brick-walled walls were also used on the roofs of the beams and pillars, and when they were built, it cost me a hundred... no, one hundred and fifty golden dragons!”He held out his finger more than he scratched.

One hundred and fifty, Roland laughed twice in his heart, if he had just worn into the border town, the memory of the prince alone, perhaps he was really convinced.But now... “You mean the westernmost house in town?”

Coris nodded, “Yes, that’s the one.”It is the town's great house after the house of Baron Simon."

“It is a pity that it is too close to the wall and hinders my men.”Roland paused for a moment, "but the City Hall has made compensation."

“How much... how much?”

Roland held out two fingers, "Twenty golden dragons."

"That's too little!His Highness...” Corliss opened his mouth, as if trying to argue something, and eventually endured.He pulled out his handkerb and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, "Well, twenty is twenty, where should I get the money?"

“Received?”Roland pretended to be incomplex, "This money has been given to the owner of the house."

"What?Wait, wait, I'm the owner of the house!"

"It's not you, it's Blair, the captain of my militia team."

“Who is that?”The baron shouted, "Your Highness, you are mistaken!I am the owner of the house!”

"Yes?"But I didn’t see you in the winter,” Roland raised his eyebrows, “how can the house be said to be yours?”

“Of course I’m back to the long-singing fortress.Whoever wants to stay in this damn place has to feed the beast!”

Stupid, Roland commented in his heart, still maintain a plain tone between the words, "so you want to say that you have abandoned your lords and escaped because you are afraid of evil beasts, don't you?"

“Uh, I...” The baron froze.

“Guards,” Roland clapped, and immediately walked into the two guards outside the living room door and sandwiched Corus in the middle.

“Your Highness, what do you mean?”

"It's very simple, now you have two choices," Roland stood up from his seat and looked at each other contemptuously, "and if you admit that you are wrong, the house does not belong to you at all, I can act as a farce, and let you go now."Second, during the month of the demon, you betrayed your lords, left the territory without permission, and shamefully fled to the long song fortress.I will throw you into prison and hang you for a defect.Which one do you choose?”

The sweat on Coris's forehead could not stop, and he swallowed his spit, and hesitated for a while before trembling: "Your Highness, I... I was mistaken, this is not my house."

"So it's a misunderstanding," said Roland, shrugging, "to get Mr. Baron out of here."

When Corris came to the door, the prince stopped him and said, “Yes, when you take the boat back to the fort, you will send me a letter and tell them... well, the nobles who will have the same misunderstanding as you.”If you don't want to choose the second one, you don't have to waste time to come to town."

“If you wish, Your Highness.”Corus said with a strong smile when he went out, but the moment he turned around, Roland saw the other person's teeth.

In this way, the fortress will cause an uproar, right?He thought.