When the enemy was far away in view, Vanner saw the heavily armed knights, riding high horses and shiny armor, slowly approaching the town.Usually a knight in the town is a tall existence, and now nearly a hundred people, this scene makes him take a cold breath.

Vanner felt his palms sweating again, as when he stood on the wall facing the evil beast for the first time, but this time he was facing the noble coalition of the same kind of long-song fortress.

No, he spit and threw his thoughts aside, the same kind of people?When did the nobles treat you like that?He thought to himself.They went on a trip to seize the border town and reintegrate the North Slope mining area into the control of the fortress.More importantly, they intend to drive His Royal Highness the Prince out of the West, something that all members of the First Army simply cannot accept.

Yesterday, His Highness made it clear in his pre-war pre-war sermon that Tifeko Wimbledon, the brother of His Highness, used a conspiracy to obtain the throne and killed the old King Wimbledon III.What was supposed to be between these royals and nobles, did Vanner have no opinion on who the king should not be?But the Duke of Lane wanted to take this opportunity to take away His Highness's territory, and that would be too much.

Think about it, what was the border town like before His Highness came here?The former lord seems to be a count, rarely seen, buying fur with his guard, often with low prices to buy good goods in the hands of hunters.The demonic month was the first to escape, and the townspeople never asked when they were suffering in the fortress.

Today, the border town is getting better under the rule of His Royal Highness the Prince, and these changes are all visible to everyone.Vanner thought that the more miners produced, the more they got paid.After the Highness put the black machine into the North Slope mine, the additional output was still counted on the miners' heads.Whether it is the construction of the wall or the gravel of the mines, the remuneration of the villagers is paid on time.This winter, no one died of starvation.

Of course, the biggest change is the militia team no, now the first army.With them guarding the town, no one had to huddle in the cold wooden shed of the fortress in the winter, begging the big men to give a bite of food.If His Royal Highness was no longer there, would the Duke allow the First Army to exist?

Vanna took two deep breaths and wiped his hands on his clothes.Of course, they would not allow the fortress aristocracy to care about the death and life of the townspeople, which is what His Highness said: only an army composed of people will fight for the people.

He looked up at the left side of the sky, and there was a black spot hovering in the distance, and if he looked at it, he thought it was a big bird.It was the firing of the artillery group to command the lightning, and she used the woods on both sides of the road as a cover to observe the enemy's movements.When she flew back, Vanner also noticed that as long as she did not take the initiative to go to the open area, the people below would only see the branches on both sides, and it was difficult to find the witch who was being investigated above.

The lightning had flown in a quarter of an hour, to a closer position before the riots, and had brightened the green ribbon.

That means the enemy has entered a kilometer of reserve shooting range.Vanner does not know how far the "one kilometer" in his mouth is, but when he saw the green signal, he subconsciously shouted out the loading and adjusting the shot-of-the-line password according to the provisions of the comprehensive exercise.

The four gun sets soon completed the set of actions, and the shot angle of the gun was adjusted to the third block, and the gunpowder and solid shells were filled into the cannon.

It was already a lot of experience to think that standing on the wall against the evil beast, but Vanner found today that he was still far from the iron axe and Brian.When the afternoon gathered, his heart rate was difficult to stabilize.The two men led their respective teams into the firing position, not only did he look so often, he could even hear a hint of eagerness from Brian's shout.But until now, he has not recovered his composure, and even the Rodney brothers seem to be doing better than they do.This made Vanna a little depressed.

He licked his dry lips and searched again for the position of the lightning.

At this time, the enemy's speed of progress suddenly slowed down a lot.

“What are they doing?”Rodney asked.

"Not sure," the cat claws stared, "seemed to be adjusting the formation."They look a little confused."

"They are waiting for the troops behind," said the teak-skin with a trembling voice, "the knight master cannot fight alone, and they must have followed a large number of people and horses."

“Do you know that?”Nelson brushed his mouth.

“I have seen it!A knightly master will take at least two from him, and a dozen or so serfs will carry grain and grass for them," he counted with his finger, "you see, a fortress duke, at least a hundred knights under his staff?"There are at least three hundred men who can fight on horseback.Plus the count of the dominions, the viscounts . . . and more!And the mercenaries, they do are knife licking blood goods, killing people without blinking!We're only three hundred."

Few hundred people, and Vanna corrected in his heart.Only more than 270 people were equipped with weapons, which, according to His Highness, was insufficient.Now those without muskets are sent to artillery groups to carry ammunition for four guns.But to see that there was something worse than his own performance, he felt better.

“The mercenaries are coming!”The twilight is low.

Vanna looked at him and saw a group of colorfully dressed men gradually occupying the front of the battlefield, and they did not ride horses or queues, but gathered in the middle of the field.The knights dispersed to both sides, as if to give way to the mercenary.The duke's allies were much closer to themselves than half a minute before.

At this time, a knight flew out of the coalition and ran quickly to the border town.Vanna was so tight that he almost shouted out the fire.

"What is this?"He looked up, still not seeing the lightning, while the other drew nearer, and at the same time shook a white flag.

"He is the messenger sent by the duke," said the muloppy, "and it must have come to persuade him."

"It's none of our business," Rodney squatted down behind the cannon and aligned his eyes to the middle line of the gun, "the group leader, the gun needs to be adjusted in the direction, and most of the knights have left the field."

In previous live-fire exercises, they were repeatedly taught that the range of artillery attacks was on the straight line in front of the muzzle, so that in order to hit the target, the target must overlap with the middle line of the barrel.The five men turned the gun car slightly until the front of the coalition was re-incorporated into the direction of the muzzle.

The messenger who came alone was immediately escorted by Mr. Carter behind the line, but Vanner knew that the duke's move was a waste of time, and His Royal Highness would never promise to surrender.

Suddenly, the lightning suddenly accelerated to the town's defense line, her arms waving, and the yellow ribbon fluttered in her hand.

The yellow signal means that the other party has entered the 800-meter range, and within this distance, the gun's solid fire has a chance to hit the target.As long as the captain of the artillery team did not signal that the firing of artillery was prohibited, the artillery groups could shoot freely.

The team members also noticed this signal, and everyone turned their eyes to Vanner, who nodded and took a deep breath, "Fire!"(Unfinished.)