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Chapter 264 Artillery Positions
A black veil shrouds the sky, iron armor reflects the cold. Warhorses are gagged, horns sound choked, killing intent gathers like clouds, and sharp arrows await blood.

"Brothers, this is fantastic news!!!"

Little Luo was very excited. He was now standing at the forefront of the expeditionary force, on a small hill. The hill was not high, but it was high enough for him to have a panoramic view of the surrounding area.

What Meredith saw as the expeditionary force was actually an artillery position led by low-level henchmen, and the so-called fifty four-wheeled carriages were actually fifty four-wheeled shield carts. The old agent didn't have much military knowledge, so he misjudged the situation and failed to realize the threat it posed.

Now, to the left, right, and in front of the hill where the henchmen are, are twenty six-pound field cannons, their barrels black and their muzzles menacing. The gunners are crouching behind them, their fuses lit, waiting only for the order to unleash a thunderous roar.

Fifty crouching tiger cannons were arranged like fangs, their short, thick barrels pointing diagonally forward. The loose shells they were loaded with were enough to tear apart the enemy formation in an instant. Fifty shield carts formed an iron wall, their thick wooden planks covered with iron sheets. Behind them, the musketeers had cold eyes, their gun barrels protruding from the firing ports like venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

What's most terrifying is the heavy infantry composed of a thousand players, each wearing armor weighing over thirty kilograms.

Among these armors are three-quarter armor like the Chris style, modern Western-style plate armor, fish scale armor from the Tang Dynasty, infantry armor from the Song Dynasty, and even Roman-style ring armor, making it feel like a museum of armor from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign.

These steel monsters, arranged in a square formation, gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight, and the scraping sound of their armor plates was like thousands of venomous scorpions crawling on the sand.

The weapons they wielded transcended the boundaries of time and space. European two-handed greatswords and Japanese nodachi stood side by side, Chinese modao and Persian scimitars gleamed coldly, and some even carried cold weapons that clearly did not belong to this world... It was a chainsaw greatsword that was a full 1.5 meters long. The saw teeth suddenly spun wildly in the silence, emitting a sharp shriek that tore through the air.

The henchmen looked enviously at the chainsaw sword and its owner... It was a magical weapon. The owner had been awarded a large piece of "magic crystal" after the battle because he had slashed the big boss a few more times during the capture of Voltradnoy.

Then this lucky guy used this rare equipment to have someone forge such a cool weapon.

Regardless of how this thing was made or whether it's practical, the moment this kid appeared on the battlefield carrying such a chainsaw sword, he was destined to be the coolest person here.

"so good."

The henchman muttered something under his breath, then quickly dismissed his envy and focused on giving orders.

The position of the artillery position that the henchman is now commanding is very important; firing forward is the direction of the Bohemian attack.

Looking to the right, you see the direction the expeditionary force came from. The remaining expeditionary force of over three thousand men, along with the transport convoy that came with them to provide aid to the Earl's army, consisted of more than three hundred two-wheeled carriages.

If the Bohemian cavalry were to attack them, they would be bombarded by a force comprised of all of Chris's light artillery, a total of twenty six-pound field guns and fifty tiger-squat guns, for a total of seventy cannons.

The tiger crouching gun had a maximum range of 500 meters, while the six-pound field gun could reach a distance of 1.5 kilometers. Such a distance, coupled with the artillery aiming team on the hill, meant that the range of the artillery position would be beyond the Bohemians' imagination.

As long as the Bohemian cavalry dares to charge the expeditionary force, harassing and attacking it from the right side of the artillery position, and as long as the latter quickens its pace to get closer to the artillery position, the former will inevitably be hit by artillery shells.

The henchman standing on the hill looked to his left; that was the direction of Hygrand, about two kilometers away—not close, but not too far either.

The range of the six-pound field gun could cover 1.5 kilometers, while the remaining 0.5 kilometers could be covered by the old cannons on the walls of Hygrand.

Whether it's a clumsy cast iron cannon or an even older stone-throwing cannon, as long as it can be moved onto the city wall, the height advantage will make it not too difficult to fire the cannonballs 500 meters.

It's fair to say that the location of the henchmen's artillery position is like a tollbooth at a crossroads. No matter what the Bohemians want to do, they can't avoid it; they have to pay a bloody price to pass through. In order to find this place, the player scouts ran back and forth for the past two days, losing more than twenty lives, before finally finding this excellent feng shui treasure.

The thought of unleashing a torrent of shells made the henchman's fingertips unconsciously tap lightly on the brass binoculars, letting the coolness of the metal seep into his skin through his leather gloves.

Suddenly, the henchman noticed several unnatural reflections moving along the edge of the treeline about two kilometers to his right... It was definitely the scales of Bohemian light cavalry shimmering in the twilight.

Is the enemy coming?
"Ready! Six-pound cannon crew, prepare to load solid shells! Enemy cavalry is coming!"

The henchman's judgment was correct. As soon as he gave the order, hordes of Bohemian cavalrymen in bright blue uniforms poured out of the grove.

With their weapons lowered and the standard-bearer carrying the flag of honor, they slowly advanced toward the artillery position.

The Bohemians clearly noticed the deadly and crucial position of Prince Chris's vanguard. After leaving the cover of the woods, the cavalry paused briefly before their blades were pointed at them, and the sound of hooves thundered across the land as they launched their charge.

Charging from a distance of two kilometers is not a wise move on a classical battlefield; it would be a waste of horsepower. But the Bohemians clearly had no other choice. If they were too slow, they would be hit by two more rounds of artillery fire.

Through the henchmen's binoculars, the azure blue cavalry formations were charging in an almost tragic manner... They knew this artillery position was the guillotine of a meat grinder, yet they still chose to confront it head-on.

The cavalrymen quickly adjusted their posture during the charge, leaning forward, pressing themselves tightly against their horses' backs, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, the sharp blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight. Hooves kicked up dust, raising clouds of smoke, and the charge gradually quickened, surging forward like a blue torrent.

"The measuring stick is 1500!"

The shouts of the henchmen exploded in the smoke, and the muzzles of twenty six-pound field guns placed between the shield carts simultaneously rose, as the gunners quickly turned the worm gears to adjust the elevation angle.

"A good shot."

"Five cannons are good..."

"Twelve cannons..."

"Test firing!"

The standard-bearer standing beside the henchmen waved his small flag vigorously, and the first test shell whistled out, exploding into a towering cloud of dust two hundred meters in front of the cavalry formation. The observer immediately signaled with flags to correct the parameters, and the entire artillery array began to operate like a precise killing machine.

When the cavalry vanguard charged 1,200 meters in, the artillery positions in front of the hill were immediately covered by the smoke and fire of their own cannons amidst the roar. The first salvo of solid shot had already pierced the night and was hitting the cavalry group in a neat and even manner.

"bring it on!"

The henchman shouted that he had suffered a defeat in the last battle against the Minieses, but this time, he had learned from his experience, adjusted the arrangement of the artillery and the firing sequence, and developed a new type of shell for cavalry. He was determined to avenge his defeat in the battle.

(End of this chapter)