The gate fell, the drawbridge rose, and the Terton soldiers who broke into the city gate were trapped to death.

The crisp sound of the collision of steel blades penetrated the sound of horse hooves and spread far away; from time to time, there were flashes of fire in the city, thought to be the red flames of the muzzles of guns.

"There should be a wall inside the city." The fire-warmer said with a sullen look on his face: "Where are the followers? Catch him over here!"

Without saying a word, the man with the big quiver immediately led people to look for the red dog.

The old interpreter was not too surprised. He sat firmly in the saddle and watched the battle, and said firmly: "It seems that there are not many people defending the city, otherwise they would not use such dangerous moves."

The First Centurions were ambushed, and the situation seemed unfavorable for the Tertons.

However, [a bag of water can quench a thirst, a pool of water can drown a person], the Teltun people who broke into the city were the most fierce and brave armored guards. They were in a desperate situation and they would definitely risk their lives to fight.

If you want to eat the first-placed guard in one bite, the defender will have to break a few front teeth. By combining the inside and the outside, it is a good opportunity to break the city.

Luring the enemy into a urn is a risky move, and it can be self-defeating if you are not careful.

In the memory of the old interpreter, almost no defenders would take the initiative to let the enemy into the city.

Even if it is a large fortress with multiple layers of walls, a rational commander will not take such a risk, not to mention that the small town in front of him only has a simple, low earthen wall.

"Rebellion officer named Stonemason, are you so bold?" the old interpreter thought to himself, "Or are you just desperate?"

If Mason himself heard the old interpreter's question, he would probably just smile helplessly and not answer.

The subsequent changes in the battle situation made the fire-warmers even more furious. The city walls were low and the trenches were not deep, but the Telton tribe stopped at the edge of the trenches and could not enter.

Observing from the position of the people warming up the fire, the red light was flashing on the inside of the south gate, and the sounds of fighting were mostly heard from there. There were almost no muzzle flashes along the city wall.

This means that the guards who broke into the city are still fighting with the defenders and have attracted a large number of defenders.

It was time for the other hundred cavalry troops outside the city to take this opportunity to arrive at the city gates, and attack with the Xian Dengsu guards from both inside and outside, seizing the city in one fell swoop.

However, each group of hundred cavalry stopped at the edge of the trench and refused to go any further.

In the view of the fire-warmer, the walls of Gévaudan were only as high as one person, and it was not difficult to climb over them even if they were wearing armor.

However, the Teltun people who actually stood at the edge of the trench saw a different scene:

In front, the earth wall and the trench are integrated into one. The wall and the trench wall are a continuous plane, with no "corner" as a dividing line.

Viewed from a flat ground, this city wall is only as tall as a person and is very inconspicuous.

However, once you get down into the trench, the depth of the trench is superimposed on the height of the wall. The wall that was originally only one person tall will instantly increase to the height of two people, which is not something that humans can easily climb over.

The Gevaudan fortifications designed by Richard Mason: the wall is 2 meters high, the trench is 2.5 meters deep and 4 meters wide. The bottom of the trench is paved with a series of sharp wooden piles, so you can't come back up again.

The Tertun people on the outside of the trench listened to the gunshots and screams in the city. They did not carry any siege equipment and could only fire arrows at the location where the sound came from.

The armored guards who entered the city climbed out over the wall and fell to the bottom of the ditch. They were either thrown to death on the spot or were driven alive by sharp wooden stakes.

The Tertun people circled the city wall, eagerly looking for a place to stay and climb.

In desperation, a young and reckless Terton man whipped his horse hard and rushed to the ditch.

The war horse was in pain and jumped high on the edge of the trench.

The rider stepped on his horse in mid-air and jumped into the city wall in a thrilling manner. The poor horse was unable to break free from the falling pattern and fell heavily to the bottom of the ditch, where it was stabbed to death by a wooden stake on the spot.

The other Terton people were surprised and admired, but no one followed suit.

Soon, the reckless young man who jumped into the city wall climbed up to the top of the wall again, covered in blood. As soon as he stretched out his upper body, he was dragged back by invisible hands. After a few cries, there was no movement soon.

A city wall is like a gate between two worlds. The Telduans outside have no idea what is happening inside the wall.

They fired arrows, cursed, and shouted, and the walls were completely withdrawn, only to respond with silence.

Not long after, the sound of fighting inside the city wall gradually fell silent, and the hearts of the few red feathers at the edge of the trench sank.

Soon, the black muzzle of the gun poked out from the wall to deal with the enemies who had fallen into the city. Mason finally freed up his hands to deal with the barbarians outside the city.

The city walls in the old days were built tall not only to make it more difficult for attackers, but also because the height itself was a weapon.

The reason is very simple, even children understand: the higher the weight is thrown from, the more lethal it is.

However, as gunpowder weapons were slowly used in siege warfare, military engineers soon realized that tall city walls were not only fragile, but also detrimental to the effectiveness of firearms.

Projectiles propelled by gunpowder are much faster and more powerful than arrows, and can even penetrate the human body continuously.

In addition to the fall of the artillery shell during flight, the farther the flight trajectory of the artillery shell goes to the ground, the better the killing effect of the artillery. From the perspective of exerting firepower, it may be better for the city wall to be shorter.

Ever since, the low wall integrated into the trench gradually moved to the center of the stage.

This design is not a new thing. The peripheral fortification sub-walls, small outer walls, and sheep and horse walls of the old city defense system all have similar structures.

However, applying the integrated structure of the wall and trench to the main body of the city wall is a breakthrough that completely belongs to the new era.

This city wall is a "gift" prepared by Richard Mason using new era designs for the Teltown people who were stuck in the old era.

The unwilling Teltun people continued to use bows and arrows to kill the defenders behind the wall, but two thunder blasts extinguished their fighting spirit.

Outside the south city gate, which was the focus of both the offensive and defensive sides, two air waves swept across the ground carrying gravel and iron slag.

The wounded horse neighed in horror and ran away; the rider who was shot was thrown off the saddle, and the charred holes in his clothes were gradually soaked with blood.

The musketeers standing on the wooden platform with only half of their heads exposed on the wall also opened fire.

"[Herdian] Big thunder!" Smoke filled the air and screams continued. Someone exclaimed: "[Herdese] There is a big thunder for the two-legged man!"

[Note: The Hud people call gunpowder weapons "thunder", muskets are generally called big thunder, artillery is called small thunder, so throwing grenades is called black thunder]

The distance was so close that the Telduans staying near the trench were almost shot twice in the head by the defenders.

No one understands the destructive power of artillery better than the Teltown people. They have personally tasted the blood of attacking fortresses in the Great Wilderness Battle.

Although the city is not impregnable with its artillery, city walls, and staunch defenders, it is definitely not something that the Telduans can take away.

The other Hong Lingyu saw that there was nothing he could do, gritted his teeth and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

The horn sounded, and the Tertun people who attacked the south gate dragged the corpses and wounded back one after another. The other Tel Dun people who were pretending to attack heard the horn sound and quickly left.

The new city of Gévaudan fell into silence for a long time, until the sound of barbarian hooves gradually faded away.

"Did you win?" a militiaman asked timidly.

"Win!" Mason patted his third-generation wooden cannon lovingly.

In an instant, the new city burst into cheers, and the people who had survived the disaster were crying and shouting.

For the vast majority of the militiamen who were laborers the day before, they had done almost nothing, but this did not dilute their joy and happiness.

Fanaticism overflowed the St. George River, and the citizens of the old city who were anxiously awaiting news were also infected.

Every household in the old city on the north bank knocked on their doors and windows, and the cheers floated across the river bank back to the south city.

Believers waiting at Gevaudan Cathedral prayed in unison and praised the Savior.

And Gévaudin's true savior was still carefully examining his cannon.

The structure of the first-generation wooden cannon is logs wrapped in iron pipes, which will be scrapped after only a few uses;

The second-generation wooden cannon goes a step further and is a hollow wooden stake that can be used once;

The third generation wooden cannons are artillery in the true sense and should no longer even be called "wooden cannons".

With the full support of the Forge Township, the third-generation wooden cannon is made of wrought iron wrapped in a cannon body, a process similar to that of forging a barrel.

The prototype barrel is then pre-tightened with iron hoops and belts, and finally hammered into the core of fresh and tough logs to further reduce the possibility of exploding the barrel.

Although the three-layer structure of wrought iron, leather, and wood makes the artillery cumbersome, its use in city defense is not a big problem.

"Not bad." After careful inspection, Mason saw no cracks or air leaks.

So he ordered his subordinates to soak the barrel with grease to cool down the artillery. The three-layer wrapping structure resulted in poor heat dissipation of the gun body.

Mr. Artillery Captain looked at his "beautiful daughters" and thought to himself with some pride: "I am really a genius."

At the same time, on the north bank of the St. George River, Anna, Catherine, and Mrs. Mitchell came to the Cathedral of Gevaudan.

Catherine held Anna's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, her sister would disappear.

The same was true for Anna. A little bit of body temperature passed from Catherine's palm to her, reminding her that at least she still had a sister.

This was not the first time the Navarre sisters had experienced war, but they had never been so close to each other.

Just looking across the river bank, the hearts of the two ladies were tightly clenched. Occasionally, some bad possibilities would even pop into their minds.

But they did not, and could not, show any worry.

Because in the eyes of others, one of them is Mrs. Montagne and the other is Mrs. Montagne's sister. Any negative emotions they have will be interpreted, amplified, and then spread in this small city.

At this point, Catherine did better than Scarlett and even better than Anna.

Scarlett rarely concealed her emotions, and she almost wore it on her face towards her father, brother, and Winters. In her opinion, expressing emotions frankly did not mean weakness.

Catherine quickly adapted to this burden. While Anna was busy assisting Mason in managing the women's and children's camp, it was Catherine who accompanied Mrs. Mitchell to contact the women of Gevaudan, smiling and instilling confidence in the latter, and then instilling this confidence into

Spread over a wider area.

Because Anna disliked such occasions, Madame Navarre grew easily tired of salons, tea parties, compliments and polite smiles. Madame Navarre Jr. was just the opposite.

To a certain extent, they each inherited half of their mother.

Mrs. Mitchell took Anna and Catherine to follow the flow of people until they reached the altar of the church.

Anna accompanied Mrs. Mitchell as she carefully placed the candles on the altar and prayed silently.

In this small city on the edge of the world, Mrs. Mitchell was like a mother, sheltering Anna and Catherine under her wings.

"What are you praying for?" Catherine asked.

Mrs. Mitchell looked at the two children with pity: "I pray... you never need to be strong."

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When the Teltown people's first round of siege was frustrated, Winters' first round of counterattack had already begun.
Chapter completed!