Before tonight, the new army had never used any body-pipe weapon with a caliber thickness that was larger than the thumb.

As a "Palatu army", the artillery of the new army was also not well-known.

So much so that the Southern Front had already agreed that the "rebels" lacked artillery support.

However, from tonight, the arrogant EPOs will truly realize that they are not facing a heterogeneous armed force, but another self.

Their enemies have received the same training as them, experienced the same education as them, and were familiar with their organization, thinking and tactics, just as they were familiar with their enemies.

This is the legacy of Ned Smith. The republic armies are no longer "army of countries" that are very different during the sovereign war. After absorbing each other's advantages, the differences between the republic armies are actually much smaller than what they think they are.

What the Southern Front Army needs to defeat is not a group of noisy, waving branches, dancing arc-blade long swords, only knowing that they will rush around and make strange screams from time to time.

What they really need to defeat is another self.

So, how dare I assume that "I" has no more firepower than a smoothbore rifle?

When the thunder exploded on the river, William Lodweck discovered in pain that he had made a big mistake.

It's just that the tuition is too expensive.

The "rebel" cannon that was the first to roar, the muzzle was slightly higher. The lead bullet loaded in the barrel did not fall on the slope, but scraped through the top of the slope, taking away only a few musketeers who stretched out too much.

However, the United Provincial soldiers, who were in the outpost on the top of the slope, still felt the terrifying power of the rebel cannons incredibly intuitively.

The lead rain with thunder and flames trembled the outer wall of the outpost, and the straw shed on the top of the outpost was directly overturned to somewhere.

Even the Unionists who knew nothing about cannons realized in an instant that the "rebels" were bombarding themselves with some kind of terrible artillery.

Raymond Montecucoli, who was using his strength to lift the cannon south to the north, was even more shocked.

Because the horrific roar from the other side is definitely not something that can cause trouble for four or six pounds.

Montekukoli was dizzy - did the rebels really bring some old antiques here?

The soldiers of the United Provinces had no room for thinking, because another thunder that also sounded like a thunder that silenced the clouds immediately exploded.

This time, the gunner, called "Demon", thoughtfully fine-tuned the wedge-shaped pads in the gun position.

Two tin cans jumped out of the muzzle, one in front and one behind, and then exploded during the flight over the river. At a distance of 250 meters to 300 meters, a total of 600 leads perfectly expanded into two round cakes, spreading evenly on the slope from the outpost to the trench.

The loading of a medlin gun usually does not exceed fifteen grams, while the thirty-two-pound bronze cannon from the old era consumes sixteen pounds of gunpowder for a regular shooting.

It is impossible for a flesh and blood body to compete with the energy contained in sixteen pounds of gunpowder. Even if a large part of this energy is wasted and distributed to six hundred leads, it is impossible.

So, when the lead rain swept across the river bank, the second best 100-man team in Lodweck was instantly beaten into pieces of broken limbs.

The breastplate and helmet are easily penetrated like straw paper, followed by bones, tendons, organs, and then the iron sheet on the back.

Then, the third heavy artillery opened fire, the fourth heavy artillery opened fire, the fifth...

The flames flashed seven times in total, just like hell lifted the lid seven times; the thunder sounded seven times in total, just like seven death knives.

When the smoke of gunpowder dissipated and the bells calmed down, Lieutenant Colonel Lodweck's second best 100-man team, seventy-six well-equipped and skilled standing soldiers, were no longer intact.

In an instant, the battlefield fell into a strange silence.

Four double-loaded shots covered all the musketeers on both sides of the Shijian River.

Immediately afterwards, cries and wails rang out.

Finally, the people of the United Provinces could not bear the power of heavy artillery, breaking their proud silence.

The first attack launched by the United Provincial Forces on the landing ground was shattered.

But the "devil" action is not over yet.

When the United Provincial soldiers on the high ground climbed out of their chest walls and tried to drag away their comrades who were still breathing, two six-pound long cannons shot out lead rain without mercy on the river bank on the west bank.

The Union Provincial People who rushed out of the outpost were immediately beaten back and left several bodies.

Even the fighting will of the United Provincial people in the shallow water was shaken by the cannons, and it was no longer meaningful to continue to interfere with the "rebels". The United Provincial soldiers escaped from the melee and swam downstream.

The soldiers of Tiefeng County on the boat and in the water did not pursue them. The soldiers who swam directly to the island, while the boat carried the injured and sailed back to the west coast.

The battlefield became deserted for a moment, and both sides hid behind the chest wall, in the trench, gasping.

Only the Ten Arrow River is still flowing quietly, as if nothing has happened here.

But the broken limbs and broken arms on the high slope are undeniable evidence.

The temporary silence indicates that more blood will penetrate into this land.

On the river bank on the west bank, Mason looked at Magit Island in the dark. The southern front troops on the island extinguished the torches, so he couldn't see clearly the situation on the other side.

But he could imagine what a miserable situation would be on the river beach.

He was not willing to bear it, but was also glad that these "daughters" who were older than him were not in trouble.

For heavy cannons that can fire 32 pounds of solid iron balls, the distance of 200 meters is too close to allow the shotgun to spread to the ideal state.

So Mason ordered two shotguns to be filled with each heavy gun at the same time.

This arrangement seemed a bit risky in advance, because in the Battle of the Grace Valley, a heavy cannon exploded, proving that these veterans during the sovereign war were not as indestructible as people thought.

But afterwards, this is a trick. The loading method of one piece of gunpowder and two shotguns reduces the power of a single lead, but at a distance of about 200 meters, it is just right.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The calculation of pure mathematics has been verified in actual combat. Mason should have been proud, but he was not happy at all, but was a little sad.

He looked at the brigade general beside him, the nominal commander-in-chief, and thought he would see some emotions he lacked in the other party.

Unexpectedly, Geisa Adonis also looked lonely and sighed softly.

...

[Maggit Island]

[Outpost on the east side of the landing site]

"What should I do next? Sir," Lieutenant Bolkao, who is also the most senior centurion around the current lieutenant colonel, tried his best not to show panic and helplessness, "Do you want to ask the command center for help?"

"Go back to the monastery and take all the alchemy smoke and liquid fire," Lodweck calmed down, "prepare for a second assault right away."

"Now?" Bolcao was stunned.

Lodweck glanced at the lieutenant coldly, "It's just now, can't you hear the movements in the south?"

"South?" Bolkao listened and shook his head, "Sorry, I can't hear anything."

"I can't hear it either," Lodweck said, "This means that the rebels have cleared the fortifications on the south side and are about to turn around and kill back. The heavy artillery on the other side still needs to be loaded, and now is the best time to launch a second assault."

"Don't you ask for help from the Kings Castle?"

"If Jansen Connelis had no idea that Magit Island was in danger," a hint of anger surged in Lodweck's eyes, "We might as well die here."

"But..." Lieutenant Bolkao wanted to hold on for a while.

Lodweck was too lazy to talk nonsense with this unsatisfactory subordinate, "Get the alchemy smoke and liquid fire over, and the others will be yours."

Lieutenant Bolkao knew that he had angered the lieutenant colonel, so he saluted and left quickly.

...

At the same time, at the southernmost end of the new city, the "castle" fortress is shielded by the water gate and the river embankment.
Chapter completed!