After two loud noises, the ruins of "Guanqiang" instantly turned into Shura Hell.
The first to be tried was the cruel and murderous skeleton knight. When the bomb embedded in the ruins of the "Guan Wall" exploded, the skeleton knight lying on top was thrown away for a moment. The cast iron fragments produced by the explosion of another bomb in the air easily pierced the black deck and mail rings on his back, and penetrated into his lungs.
The moment he flew down the "Guanqiang", his eyes were filled with gravel and sawdust and flying stumps.
Landing to the ground with a thud, the Skeleton Knight struggled slightly, then his whole body went limp and turned into a corpse—shrapnel severed his spine and punctured his chest and lungs.
Up and down the ruins, the lucky Lombard elites had not yet reacted to the huge explosion. The buzzing sound filled their eardrums, and the ears and noses of several survivors who were closer began to bleed.
Without waiting for the Lombards to take action, the third and fourth ten-pound iron bullets soared into the air again, creating a famous arc of smoke and hitting the ruins again.
This time the accuracy was better. Two bombs were embedded in the ruins at the same time, followed by two loud noises.
Two holes were opened in the ten-foot-high ruins, and another seven or eight Lombard soldiers were thrown away. The two soldiers closest to the explosion point were directly torn into pieces.
There was no need to react this time, all the Lombard soldiers who had escaped the two explosions and could still get up and run instinctively ran towards the rear...
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Four dull thunders that echoed through the valley interrupted Wadbury's roar. He lowered his bloody sword and looked up at the sky.
"Damn it, it's going to rain." Wadbury gently closed his bloodshot eyes, praying that the rainstorm would come later.
Wadbury was currently on horseback on the frontline battlefield of the attack on Rock Castle. This was already the third storm. He sent out all his soldiers and threw out almost all the fire oil.
There were more than 80 Lombard corpses on the city walls. The only way to continue fighting despite such damage was to fight to the death with trapped animals.
The long sword in his hand has already cut off two heads, but neither of them belonged to the enemy.
Rock Castle, as its name suggests, is as solid as a rock. The fortress built to prevent the Burgundians from going south turned into a tomb for his own burial.
The first two attacks failed, and his army could not even touch the crenellations of the Rock Castle wall. The fire oil tank killed a lot of enemy troops, but it also caused a huge obstacle to his own attack.
Wardbury personally beheaded the two leading knights who failed to attack, and personally held the sword and led the rear guard to supervise the battle.
Wadbury dared not lose the Rock Castle.
At this moment, the defeat of this "Northern Expedition" is no longer important, but we cannot capture the Rock Castle as soon as possible and hold on to the city. Once the Rock Castle completely falls into the hands of the Burgundians, the northern gate to the entire Lombardy Plain will be open.
At that time, the whole Duchy of Lombardy will regard Wadbury as a sinner.
"Listen to me, we must capture the Rock Castle before dark."
"The brave warrior who climbs the city wall for the first time will be rewarded, promoted, and given a fief."
After saying that, he raised his sword, straddled his horse and led the guards into the arrow-covered range of Rock Castle. "This is the limit. If there is anyone who is afraid of fighting, the rear team will kill the front team, and the guard will kill the rear team. I will kill the officers myself."
Up and down the north wall of Rock Castle, the last fire oil thrown has not been completely extinguished. The crazy Lombards risked being burned by the oil and began their final madness.
Wadbury also kept his word. Several frightened laborers tried to escape into the mountains around the edge of the battlefield. They were killed on the spot by his mounted Earl's Guards, and their heads were thrown onto the battlefield of Rock Castle...
On the north wall of Rock Castle, Ron was blackened by the thick smoke. His eyebrows on his forehead and the newly grown beard at the corners of his mouth were also scorched. Steaming hot water was dripping from the hem of his armor and skirt. This was the well water that had been poured all over his body to prevent him from being burned.
The Lombards were desperate for their lives. They threw a large amount of kerosene at the Rock Castle, and then began to forcibly climb the city to fight without waiting for the fire to extinguish.
The defenders on the Rock Castle were burned to death and more than a dozen of them were burned, while many Lombards were also caught in the flames.
Ron knew that the military fortress he had just captured was the lifeline of the Lombards, but he really did not expect that the enemy's counterattack would be so crazy. There were no large siege equipment, not even decent siege ladders and logs. They relied entirely on human lives to fill the holes.
However, the combat power of the Lombards outside the North City should not be underestimated. After three rounds of defensive battles, Ron's North City defenders had already killed fifteen people, most of whom were burned to death by kerosene.
On the other side of the Rock Castle, the Lombard army stationed in the plain towns outside the mountains also rushed to the south of the Rock Castle with torches in the early hours of this morning.
Different from Wadbury who rushed back in a hurry, the fighting will and combat effectiveness of the Lombard army outside the south city were obviously not as good as those trapped beasts outside the north city. The Lombard army in the south has nearly six hundred people, but it is dominated by the northern defenders of the Principality of Lombardy. They are second-class in Wadbury's army, with insufficient weapons and armor, and low military pay. The few elites in the northern defenders were brought north by Wadbury, and the weapons, military supplies and craftsmen were also taken away. The army outside the mountain pass was originally just a reserve force.
Compared with the fierce and fierce battlefield in Beicheng, the Nancheng side can only be regarded as a siege.
Throughout the morning, Nancheng only received two indifferent attacks. Three people on the defending side were slightly injured, and only a dozen casualties on the attacking side.
The ones who worked slightly harder were the dismounted cavalry. It is not difficult to understand that they are Wadbury's private soldiers, and they only stayed behind because the cavalry in the canyon battle was unable to function.
But in the afternoon, perhaps Wadbury sent people outside the North City to contact the reinforcements outside the South City and gave them some motivation to attack, so the fighting in the South City gradually became more intense in the afternoon.
Ron had to divide his troops to reinforce South City, and sent Oliver and Matthew to South City to command the battle.
Just now, Ron, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, heard four "thunders" coming from the north of the valley. As a high-ranking officer and Art's confidant, he certainly recognized that those sounds were not thunder.
“The army is moving south.” Ron muttered silently, feeling his blood surge up all over his body.
At this time, all the Lombard troops under the northern city of Rock Castle were also dispatched, rushing towards Rock Castle like a tide.
"Reserves, climb into the city to fight!"
"Herald, two puffs of smoke!"
"Jack, prepare bombs!"
Ron's broadsword has been stabbed countless times, the tip of the sword has been deformed, and it failed to penetrate the plate chain armor that stabbed the enemy's chest.
Even after being stabbed, the Lombard soldiers rushed on the city ultimatum and jumped into the crenellation.
Ron took advantage of the fact that the enemy army was not yet firm, and took advantage of the opportunity to draw out the hunting knife from his waist, and stabbed it towards the waist and abdomen of the enemy who was climbing the city. The hunting knife overcame the obstacle of the ring armor and stabbed into the side of the enemy soldier...
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In the mountain forest on the east side of Rock Castle, a team of lightly armored soldiers was cruising through the steep hillsides and cliffs. Their armor was hung in rags.
They were the rangers led by Stanley, the captain of the Welsh Legion task force, responsible for harassing the enemy troops attacking the Rock Castle. At this time, they were making a detour and preparing to stab the Lombards in the back who were attacking the North City.
The original team of thirty-one people has been reduced because they have been attacking one after another in the past two days, either attacking the main force of the Northern Expeditionary Army returning to Rock Castle from Wadbury, or ambushing enemy reinforcements coming from the mountains to the south.
In two days, they killed more than twenty enemy troops in a sporadic manner, and many of them were injured and lost their combat effectiveness.
Of course, they themselves also paid the price of three deaths and two injuries, more than one-sixth of the battle losses.
Two days of non-stop fighting, Stanley was as exhausted as his team members, but the battle at Rock Castle did not stop for a moment, so Stanley and his team had to keep attacking the enemy and disrupting their attacks. The biggest victory came in the early hours of this morning. Wadbury sent an elite team in an attempt to detour to the east side of the Rock Castle and sneak into the Rock Castle from a high hillside. They were ambushed and intercepted by Stanley's team. Eight enemy soldiers were cut down on the spot, and the remaining five or six were dragged back with wounds.
“Did you hear a few muffled thunders just now?” Stanley held back his hands and stopped sliding down the steep slope.
"I think I heard it." A soldier from the task force next to him, whose face was injured by sharp rocks, replied in a low voice.
eman/> From the sky? ― the soldier with the painted face answered doubtfully.
Stanley raised his head, then looked at the sky in the setting sun, and shook his head, "No, this is not thunder. This is the sound coming from the north of the valley, it seems to be the explosion of our bombs."
Stanley firmly believed in his guess, thinking quickly in his mind.
After a moment, Stanley suddenly raised his head, "The army is coming!"
"Blacksmith! Butcher!" Stanley yelled towards the steep slope behind him.
After a while, two guys, one strong and one fat, crawled up to Stanley. They were the backbone of the task force and the earliest soldiers of the task force. They led two teams of ten in the task force.
"Blacksmith, call four men and rush to the north with two iron bombs and three clay bombs. The army is probably blocked by the Lombards. You push in from behind and use bombs to clear the way for the army."
"Butcher, take out all the guys and give the Lombard dogs who attack Rock Castle a hot dinner."
Just now, six of Wadbury's guards jumped into the river, dived through the wooden wall across the river, and came to the south side. They came to the southern city with Wadbury's military order of "If you are afraid of war, if you are lazy in war, behead immediately", they went to the south city to command the battle and supervise the formation.
As soon as the six guards landed ashore, they beheaded an officer who led the troops to attack the city on the spot, and then announced Wadbury's military order of reward and punishment. Then they took over the command of the Nancheng army and began to use swords to force the soldiers to attack the Nancheng.
The offensive in the North City continues unabated, and the fighting in the South City suddenly becomes fierce. Ron's ten-man reserve team has been transferred to the North City.
I glanced at the enemy troops outside the city who were clinging to the wall, and then at the south wall where the sound of killing was rising. Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of broken wooden beams. It was estimated that the desperate Lombards had almost broken through the first oak door of the north gate.
Ron walked to the edge of the wall in two steps and shouted towards the wall, "Jack! Jack!!"
Under the fort wall, Jack, who was helping to treat the wounded soldiers, heard the call, and immediately stopped what he was doing, stood up and looked up, "Sir Ron?"
"Bring the bomb up, use the bomb!!!"
Jack had been waiting for this military order, and he immediately called his men to lift a large iron box hidden in the stone house at the base of the wall up to the north wall.
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“Stand back and avoid bullets!” Jack yelled. His movements were fast. Ron mobilized the North City defenders to support the South City stalls. He and his men had already thrown the two clay bombs that lit the fuses towards the north gate of Rock Castle.
Before the thrown clay bombs exploded, Jack and the others ignited four more five-pound iron bombs and threw them out...
Boom! boom!
Boom! boom! ! boom! ! !
Five thunderstorms exploded one after another, and the entire Rock Castle seemed to be shaking.
Fires, broken corpses, armor and smoke in the sky.
The war horse under Wadbury was frightened and kicked up its hooves, knocking him off the horse.
The moment he fell off his horse, Wadbury's eyes were full of surprise and fear.
Before Wadbury had time to get up from the ground, two equally horrifying thunders sounded from the rear of the army...
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By the time Angus led the light cavalry and heavy armored infantry to the north side of Rock Castle, Wadbury's "Northern Expedition" had been completely defeated.
The two rounds of bombings completely defeated the determination of the Lombards to fight to the death, and the tense nerves of the trapped animals were cut off in an instant.
Diving into the water, escaping into the mountains, or kneeling down on the spot, Stanley's less than twenty men defeated an enemy army that was more than ten times his size.
Angus led his army directly to the north gate of Rock Castle.
The door to Lombardy has been opened, and the fertile plains of Lombardy are under the iron heel of the Welsh Army...