lerbook #680 - A catapult with a range of two miles?
#680 - A catapult with a range of two miles?
"You 1000 people were beaten by 500 people until you fled with your heads in your hands, and then you tell me you did your best?" Ursilion coldly looked at the knights before him.
"It's not that we didn't try hard enough, but the enemy had meteors," the knights hurriedly gesticulated and explained. "Before we could get close, it was boom, boom, boom. By the time we could see their helmets, it was bang, bang, and then we were spurting blood."
"The Devil's Wind is that powerful?"
"Yes, indeed." The leading knight quickly explained, "They can launch arrowheads without shafts, and even plate armor will be broken through."
"If that's the case, why don't the three of you have any injuries at all?" Ursilion stood up, glaring fiercely at the knights. "At the very least, you should have some gains, right? I could accept even a single head."
"We do, we do." One of the knights' eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "I'll have someone bring it to you right away."
"Still trying to hide it from me? Do you think I don't know you're passing off the heads of Black Serpent Bay prisoners as your own?"
Looking at the three knights' hesitant appearances, Ursilion waved his hand in disgust, "All three of you are stripped of your military positions, go to the city walls to atone for your crimes, get out."
The three knights looked at each other, but still left the narrow wooden house with mournful faces.
Picking up the red tea on the table, Ursilion was annoyed when he saw the battle report on the table. He simply turned his head away, holding the teacup, and stood by the window.
From yesterday morning to this morning, apart from the Moen River port in the west, defeated soldiers and Serpentfolk auxiliary troops poured into Avis Temple from all directions.
Reports of defeat flew into Ursilion's study like snowflakes.
Since receiving the news that the Salvation Army had entered Greenblood Town, in just two days, first the outer outposts were拔除(removed), and then the large and small strongholds were broken through.
Ursilion really couldn't imagine it. Although the walls of those strongholds were weak and the defenses were negligent, they shouldn't have been broken through three or four a day, right?
In just these two days, almost all the small military strongholds on the north and east sides of Avis Temple were swept away.
Once these villages were occupied, if the city hadn't stored a lot of beer, even drinking water would have become a problem.
Before the Western County Church's pigeon arrived, Ursilion was planning how to transport the treasures and supplies out of the temple.
But unexpectedly, in just three to five days, before he could even escape, he was surrounded by the Thousand River Valley Salvation Army.
This war was launched to ensure the monopoly of the Lilac Corridor. Standing on the opposite side of the royal family, Ursilion naturally couldn't bring out the banner of the Frankish royal family to threaten Horn.
Therefore, he decided to first test the quality of these Thousand River Valley troops, and sent 700 armored soldiers and 300 foot knights to attack a lost fortress in the north.
But these useless knights who were trying to earn merit were defeated by 500 people and collapsed at the first touch, and they didn't collect much information at all.
Although there wasn't much information, Ursilion still extracted the most crucial part: these soldiers should all be the pseudo-pope's personal army that defeated the Edict Legion.
Then there's no need to go out of the city for a field battle.
He was quite confident in his self-assessment ability. He was 100% unable to defeat these powerful infantry in a field battle.
But who said that victory must be a field battle?
Ursilion had received personal guarantee letters from the church and Duke Podosa long ago, as long as he defended the city for two weeks, Duke Podosa would be able to break through Sola Fortress to support him.
Currently, the supplies and defensive equipment in the city can last for at least a month, just be careful not to let these Salvation Army use magic to secretly open the city gates.
"Dong——"
Ursilion, who was originally drinking tea elegantly, felt a shock under his feet, and the dust on the roof beams rustled down.
Wiping the red tea stains from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief in embarrassment, Ursilion walked quickly to the door with a straight face: "Someone!"
Soon, in the second whistling sound, a Frankish armored soldier ran over staggeringly, covering his helmet.
"What was that just now? Was it an earthquake?"
"No, Earl, the Thousand River Valley army has begun to attack the city. That was their trebuchet hitting the city."
"Trebuchet?"
Following behind the armored soldier, Ursilion, wearing a large black feather brocade robe, stomped on the slippery steps and rushed all the way to the gatehouse on the east section of the city wall.
From the gap in the crenellations, the Earl from the Lilac Corridor poked out half of his head and saw the sun gear flags fluttering more than two miles outside the city.
On the green and humid grass, these soldiers were wearing uniform black and gray jackets and peaked caps or boat-shaped helmets, and in front of them was a temporary earthen mound.
A huge black, long, and straight iron pillar was placed on the mound, lying diagonally on the ground, with one end facing the city wall on his side.
Before Ursilion could ask what that was, an old knight beside him changed his face drastically and roared to be careful before pouncing on Ursilion.
Under the great force, Ursilion, who fell on his back, grinned in pain, but as soon as he opened a slit in his eyes, he felt something blocking the sunlight.
That was... a rough iron ball that was completely black?
This iron ball disappeared in front of Ursilion's eyes like an illusion. The next second, he heard the muffled "dong" just now.
Pushing away the knight on top of him, Ursilion pounced to the city wall. Behind the wall, two wooden houses rose with billowing dust, iron nails and wood chips shot randomly, and thatch flew all over the sky.
Cries and groans followed one after another in the dark hole in the wall.
The range of trebuchets designed by the empire's top military engineers should be within a mile.
A trebuchet that could throw iron balls into the city from two miles away, why would he dream such a dream?
While Ursilion was in a daze, the griffin cannon slowly rotated in Mormont's furious Black Serpent Bay curse words.
The fourth shot left the range of the gate tower and flew into the city towards the corner on the left, and the fifth shot finally hit the base of the city wall.
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Eight minutes later, after Mormont personally hand-tuned the sixth shot, it drew a perfect irregular arc and hit the section of the city wall made of stone-covered soil.
The feeling of vibration under his feet made everyone on the city wall of Avis Temple change their faces drastically.
This kind of city wall, which is almost perpendicular to the ground and has no inclination angle, is really suitable for a 12-pound griffin cannon.
Wiping the lubricant that he had accidentally stuck on his hands on his pants, Mormont left the gun position in the respectful eyes of the surrounding gunners: "Okay, just hit it like this, Your Majesty has ordered, don't stop before dark."
The griffin cannon in front was firing, and the carriage carrying the mainspring compartment was driving quickly on the dirt road, and the hydraulic winding machine at the end of the dirt road was slowly turning.
The water flow forcibly squeezed by the low dam and the cage stone impacted the impellers, and the main shaft locked by rivets and iron hoops made a piercing creaking sound. The humid air was full of the clicking sound of the gear set meshing.
The washbasin-sized mountain copper mainspring gradually shrank during rapid operation, and was compressed into a golden cylinder only the size of a washbasin.
The operators skillfully and carefully installed the mainspring clip and locking wedge, opened the cover of the mainspring compartment, inserted the mainspring into the connection main power shaft, and fastened the locking wedge with a cotter pin.
Along with the closing of the cover, with a "click", the winding was completed.
Standing next to this winding machine, Horn smiled with satisfaction at Leonardo: "Your mechanical talent has once again shocked me."
"You flatter me..."
"What about me?" Novia didn't know where she popped out from.
"You are also great."
The witch of the Mechanical Soul Sect left with satisfaction.
Turning his head, Horn pointed to the hydraulic winding machine and asked: "The sand sculpture cannons and 60 new mainspring compartments in the rear will be shipped here tomorrow. Is this winding machine enough?"
"It's barely enough. We'd better build a new one." Leonardo looked at the foam and water splashing between the waterwheels. "Fortunately, Avis Temple is located on the riverside highlands, otherwise we wouldn't have such convenient hydraulic conditions."
Horn nodded silently. The biggest problem with this winding machine is that it must rely on hydraulic power, and the second is the problem of the mainspring compartment.
Although the mainspring clip itself can be made of carbon steel wrought iron, the core cotter pins and locking wedges must be made of high-quality steel or even mithril alloy with extremely strong tensile capacity.
Although the cannon foundry in Mayo Town is running at full capacity, it has only produced 60 mainspring compartments in three months, and even used up the mithril and fine gold reserves.
Currently, mithril and fine gold are very rare in nature. Most of the mineral deposits are stored in the volcanic areas of the Furnace Plateau and are firmly controlled by the dwarves.
But the Thousand River Valley is separated from the dwarves by the Gravel Plains, the Roaring Corridor, and an entire Bear Hammer Territory. At least for now, the Holy Axis can only rely on imports.