Chapter 573 The Battle of Falling Dragon Ridge

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When the fire came out from the muzzle of the Type 152 naval gun, Iron Ax felt the steel warship tremble slightly under his feet. ?

After a few breaths, a cloud of smoke and dust exploded on the distant city wall, and the dull bombardment sounded after a while. When the smoke and dust cleared, he raised the lookout glass to look, and found that huge cracks had appeared on the low stone wall.

Unlike Attacking the King's Capital, Falling Dragon Ridge is located in the south-central part of the kingdom, and rarely encounters foreign attacks. The city walls are also very low, less than half the size of Longsong Fortress. Only one person is allowed to pass through the top of the wall, and large defensive facilities such as catapults cannot be erected. Therefore, the artillery unit has deployed field artillery in an open space 500 meters away from the city wall.

Considering the efficiency of hundreds of people from the Vanguard Battalion entering the city, Iron Ax decided to open three gaps in the city wall and then act simultaneously. Any enemy who dared to gather behind the gaps and try to defend would be mercilessly hit by twelve-pound guns. Now that the city gate and the northern section of the city wall have been pierced, he will issue an order for a general attack only after the last entrance is opened.

It would be great if the witch could act with the army, Iron Ax thought rather regretfully, it is still a pity that these precious shells are used to deal with stones.

If Lord Nightingale were here, only three packs of explosives would be needed to send the entire city wall to the sky—after all, the enemy's defense was far worse than that of the capital.

Even he himself finds this change of concept amused. One must know that half a year ago, he still insisted that the army should independently complete the tasks assigned by His Majesty. But since he joined forces with the Witch Alliance to conquer the capital, he suddenly felt that it would be the most perfect state to have witches in the army as eyes or surprise troops.

"My lord!" shouted the soldier on the lookout pole, "There is movement in the direction of the city gate. They seem to be gathering horses!"

Iron Ax moved the looking glass and looked towards the already dilapidated city gate. Due to the limited viewing angle, he could only see some dust rising faintly behind the wall.

"Do you need to adjust the naval guns and fire there?" Faner asked.

"No, if you want to let the shells land on that place, at least two or three more wastes will be wasted." He shook his head, "Since they are horses, I think they want to organize the knights to fight and use the charge to open the field cannons." The blockade line—what is there to worry about? You..." Iron Ax turned to look at Earl Speer, "After this charge, there may not be many knights left in your territory."

"Now that I have decided to side with my brother, these people are no longer my knights," she replied calmly, "Let them pay for their betrayal."

"I understand." Iron Ax paused for a moment, "Have you decided what to do with Redwin Percy?"

Yesterday, he just received a secret letter from the city hall, requesting that all the rebel nobles except Speer's relatives be escorted to Neverwinter City, and those who resist can be executed on the spot. And their territory was sealed off by the First Army, waiting for the city hall statistics officials to arrive before looting.

According to this posture, the fate of the nobles is probably all mine labor—there are several mines in the fortress area that no one is mining. If family members, cronies and servants are counted, there must be hundreds of people. The city can harvest a lot of iron ore again.

As for the culprit, Redwin Passy, ​​the letter requested that he be handed over to the count himself.

There was a hint of hesitation on Speer's face, obviously he hadn't made a decision yet.

Iron Ax sighed in his heart, if it was him, he would definitely cut off the opponent's head without hesitation - nothing is more unforgivable than betrayal.

"They're coming!" the lookout suddenly shouted.

He put these trivial matters aside, raised the binoculars and continued to watch the battlefield.

As expected, a group of knights rushed out of the city gate and headed straight for the outer artillery positions.

Then dense gunshots echoed in the wilderness and forests, and white smoke billowed in front of the position. More than twenty knights and their followers fell down in the wet mud one after another before they could go a hundred meters away.

If it was said that when the Duke of Lane led the army to invade Border Town, the Knights' charge in groups could still pose a slight threat to the First Army, by now these iron turtles were practically defenseless targets.

The field artillery didn't even need to be reloaded with shotguns, and the revolver and two heavy machine guns alone could firmly press the enemy to death on the way of charging.

With another round of firing from the naval guns, the flimsy city walls finally collapsed, and Iron Ax ordered to sound the whistle and launch a general attack.

Soldiers from the Vanguard Battalion poured out of the front line, divided into three groups and rushed towards the three gaps.

The battle to regain the city of Chuolongling officially started.

...

An hour later, the castle and church fell into the hands of the First Army.

The enemy had long been frightened by the roaring weapons, and they didn't organize any powerful resistance at all. In other words, the group of knights who were destroyed in an instant after leaving the city gate was all Redwyne could handle.

But the church did not appear at all, all the supplies in the church were emptied, and the whereabouts of the priest Rossard were also unknown.

Falling Dragon Ridge has no secret passages or hidden side doors, and the city with its back on the mountain has almost no way to escape. The soldiers blocked the power grabber on the top floor of the castle.

Iron Ax ordered the ministers who were begging for mercy to be dragged away, and then let the soldiers leave the palace, leaving only the earl's younger brother and the earl of Speer. Of course, Redwyne was firmly tied to the chair and could no longer pose any threat to the countess.

"I don't understand..." Speer was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth. "Is there any benefit for you to be a lord? You and the third brother don't know anything about government affairs or trade. It's just handing over the power in my hands to other vassals. Don't you think that I treat you worse than these outsiders?"

"You are a witch, a minion of the devil!" Redwyne yelled, shaking his neck, "Father misunderstood you, you deceived him!"

"But I'm still your sister!"

"You're not!" He gritted his teeth, "You're just a bastard adopted by my father!"

"What...what?" Speer was stunned.

"I heard him say it when he was drunk, you are the mistake your father made when you were young, and your surname is not Passy at all!" Redwin said angrily, "Why should you be the one who inherits the family in the end instead of you?" Me? I just took back what should belong to me from you, you are the real outsider!"

Speer covered his head, but he couldn't recall any childhood memories in his mind, "The mistakes he... made?"

"Otherwise, why do you look so different from your mother? Don't you remember how you came to Zhuolongling?"

"So... you are not my brother either."

"That's right, I am the real heir of the family, Earl of Falling Dragon Ridge! Let me go, I want to be treated as a nobleman!"

Speer stumbled out of the bedroom, and Iron Ax quickly supported her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." She took a deep breath, "Take my—no, take Redwin Patsy to Neverwinter, he's lost his mind, I think the mine is where he should be place."

"As you wish," Iron Ax replied. 8