I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 293 The Destructive Power of Fools (Part 1)

"boom……"

The white smoke from the muzzles of the six steel cannons formed a cloud across the plain. Six-pound iron balls traced graceful parabolas as they struck the stone towers, the muffled thuds of shattering bricks mingling with the screams of the defenders falling to their deaths.

The gleaming barrels of twelve tiger-squatting cannons placed next to the six-pound field gun shimmered in the sunlight, and the gunners were changing the pre-loaded ammunition in a flowing manner—this was the latest design of a certain player, which could increase the rate of fire of the artillery by three times without considering the barrel life.

A few scattered arrows came from behind the crenellations of the city wall, fired by crossbows and hunting bows. However, the density of those arrows was too scattered, and their range and power were mediocre. They were simply ignored by the orderly players below the city wall.

Only the militiamen who lagged further back were slightly startled. They ran a few steps away, then turned back after realizing they were unharmed.

This is a castle siege battle taking place on King's Plains, with the attackers being over a hundred players in black uniforms and a large number of local militia.

Chris, who was inspecting the nearby farmland on horseback, was surprised to hear the cannon fire. He quickly led his men over and just happened to see the player leading the militia, bombarding the castle with six-pound field cannons and tiger crouching cannons.

Chris knew something was definitely going on as soon as he saw the scene, so he stopped and used his binoculars to observe the battlefield.

During the attack, the players who were dressed in black uniforms and wearing various styles of armor should be members of the Inquisition. There is currently only one official Inquisitor, and they should be the Inquisitor's attendants, and they do not have the right to mobilize the militia... at least not the right to mobilize thousands of militia.

The judge who slashed through the street should be among the crowd right now.

Thinking of this, Chris turned to look at Connie beside him.

"Send someone to ask what happened here."

Connie nodded. Instead of sending anyone, she took a few attendants and rode off towards the smoke-filled front lines.

The militiamen loitering nearby were on high alert. Even though Connie's entourage was holding up the flag of the Royal Guard, more than twenty militiamen cautiously raised their weapons and approached.

Fortunately, according to Chris's telescope, the contact between the two parties did not go wrong, and after a brief questioning, Connie was quickly put inside.

At this moment, Isaac, who was riding behind Chris on horseback, couldn't help but spur his horse forward, come to Chris's side, and point to the battlefield that was still being bombarded.

"Your Highness, is this really a good thing?"

Chris turned to look at Isaac, the middle-aged man with a thick beard, a large red nose, and prominent brow bones. Chris knew exactly what this man, who held original shares in "Chris's Company," wanted to ask.

It's nothing more than the players wreaking havoc in Bagnia, which has caused Isaac some concern.

"I have no other choice..."

"Your Highness, there are actually many ways to do this, and many things don't require such a forceful approach!"

"There's no way around it... If you borrow someone else's power, you have to bear the price that comes with that power."

Chris hesitated for a moment, then turned to Isaac, looking serious and earnest.

“Isaac, if you wish to leave, I will provide you with wealth and men to escort you back to Bohemia. The path I am on now is dangerous, and people may die at any moment, including myself.”

I'm very grateful for your help up to this point, and as for the road ahead..."

Chris was troubled. He didn't know how to explain it to Isaac. Some things could be said, but some things definitely couldn't be said, because saying them would kill someone.

"I will continue to help you."

The conversation ended there, without further development. After a moment's hesitation, Chris continued.

"I plan to form ten infantry regiments, each with 1,500 regular soldiers and 1,500 auxiliary soldiers. I will also establish three war zones centered on the three cities of Vortradnoy, Oncandra, and Hegland, with three infantry regiments stationed in each war zone."

"Isaac, I hope you will assume the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Military Affairs Department, responsible for the military strategic planning and major military decisions throughout Bagnia, and possessing supreme command over the Empire's military operations."

Isaac suddenly turned back to look at Chris, licking his lips and swallowing hard, unsure of what to say for a moment.

In Isaac's understanding, the Commander-in-Chief of the Military Affairs Department was the Marshal of the Bohemian Empire's army, in charge of all military affairs in the country!
What incredible trust!

The slight dissatisfaction in Isaac's heart vanished without a trace because of this sentence.

Chris looked at the excited Isaac, hesitated for a moment, and continued speaking to him.

"In the headquarters of the Military Affairs Department, in the safe codenamed Zero, I have placed a classified document. When you get back, find a suitable place and time to read it. After you have read it, burn it immediately. Do not leave it behind."

"What is it about?"

"Don't ask too many questions about the barbarian guards; it's a complicated matter."

Because of Chris's attitude, Isaac stopped asking questions. He knew from the time in Neyama that the former was very mysterious.

As Chris escaped Neama and the group headed towards Bagnia, the mystery only intensified, with more and more inexplicable things about the Prince of Bagnia becoming apparent.

Even now, Isaac still has a dreamlike sense of unreality. Not long ago, he was a destitute veteran who had to resort to smuggling and other illegal activities, and a year later, he has become a marshal in a country's army!
She herself was a good-for-nothing who almost went into the underworld and nearly became the daughter of a small-time gang leader. Now she has become a high-ranking military officer in a country, holding a prestigious position.

And all of this is because of Prince Chris.

Thinking of this, Isaac felt a moment of disorientation.

At that moment, Connie rode back at breakneck speed. She glanced at her father with a strange look on her face, the expression on his face so complicated that she couldn't quite understand it.

Has the fact that his father married two wives been exposed and found out by Prince Chris?

This is not surprising. Although I don't say it, my father's little secrets certainly can't escape the eyes of the prince's guards. I don't know why, but there is a group of people in the prince's guards who particularly like to dig up and explore other people's secrets. They are ubiquitous and their intelligence gathering ability is even stronger than that of the intelligence agency's agents.

Now that it's been discovered, I'll submit a report tomorrow... This isn't me kicking you when you're down, it's just that you were too careless, Dad.

Connie thought this, and at the same time, she reined in her horse and stopped.

"Your Highness, the 'Street Chopping' judge is right here, and he was the one who initiated this operation..."

"what's going on?"

"The castle's owner killed a waterworks inspector who came to check the irrigation ditches in the farmland."

Connie shrugged.

"The castle's owner was therefore declared a traitor by the judge, a capital offense, and all the resisters were guilty of the same crime as him."

(End of this chapter)