"The city has fallen!"
The collapse of the corner tower produced a tremendous roar, and all the defenders on the city walls took notice of this catastrophic reality.
Various screams of terror rose and fell, and panic spread uncontrollably.
The assault team selected from the 1st Royal Infantry Regiment had already rushed up the collapsed ramp toward the ruins of the city wall.
"Quickly, stop them! Repel them!"
The defensive commander near the corner tower decisively mobilized the surrounding core forces, all of whom were elite warriors clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades. They quickly gathered towards the breach and engaged the Royal Army commando team that was charging up.
After a fierce close-quarters battle, Levin, the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment in charge of the assault, ordered a temporary retreat, while the artillery moved forward.
The soldiers had just withdrawn when, with the roar of the cannon, a fierce storm of metal immediately engulfed the small area. Large amounts of shotgun shells, propelled by gunpowder, were sprayed over, causing heavy casualties to the defending soldiers who held the breach.
Commander Levin ordered a second wave of attack. The Royal Army assault soldiers, who were eager to fight back after the previous retreat, immediately swarmed forward. The defenders, who had been demoralized by the shrapnel, could not withstand the attack this time and were forced to retreat in defeat, eventually losing this section of the collapsed wall.
As the Aldor royal banner flew over the city walls, the entire infantry regiment of the First Regiment immediately followed suit, consolidating and widening the breach. The artillery continued to bombard the walls on both sides with grapeshot to prevent the defenders on the walls from attacking from both sides. At the same time, ten Grasshopper light cannons were pushed and pulled into the city to join the supporting infantry in the attack.
"We're doomed!"
Seeing the Royal Army As the soldiers entered the city, the entire garrison, including the elite troops, collapsed instantly. Their morale plummeted, and they scattered like headless flies. Some surrendered directly to the Kingdom Army, while others took off their armor, threw down their weapons, and ran into the city without a care.
The concept of "street fighting" did not exist for armies in this era. Once the enemy entered the city, it often meant that the battle had already been decided.
Soldiers of the 1st Infantry Regiment quickly took control of the city gate area, opened the gates, and the remaining five regiments of infantry poured into Five Rams City. They then split up and moved according to the pre-arranged battle plan, with all the armies having a common objective— Gilles ' Dukes Mansion.
" The Royal Army has breached the borders!"
Samar was in charge of the defense of the north gate. When the Royal Army cleared the way with cannons and the assault team launched a second wave of attack, Samar realized that things were going badly. So he hastily abandoned the city wall and rode his horse to Lords Manor.
"How could it be so fast!"
Giles jumped to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. His most pessimistic prediction was that Five Rams City could hold out for half a month, but only one day had passed!
"They somehow acquired more than a dozen unfamiliar cannons and concentrated their fire on a corner tower, which caused it to collapse."
Samar still feels lingering fear when he recalls what just happened.
City walls, which have been a powerful weapon for protecting cities for thousands of years, could not even withstand a day of heavy artillery fire. If this continues, who can stop the attack of the Aldor army?
"Your Highness, run!" Wendell approached, holding a commoner's garment.
"You…you actually let me escape?" Giles glared at him angrily. " Five Rams City is my last territory. Even if I die in battle today, don't even think about letting me leave here."
"Your Highness, please calm down. As long as you're alive, there's a chance to turn things around!" Wendell pleaded earnestly.
"He's right!" Samar also tried to persuade him.
"Damn it!" Giles gritted his teeth, his face flushed red, as if he wanted to devour his two subordinates alive.
Just then, a commotion arose outside, growing louder and louder.
"They're attacking! Your Highness, quickly change your clothes and go out the back door. Follow me, I know a safe place where we can take refuge for a while," Wendell shouted anxiously.
"Sigh!" Giles sighed and snatched the civilian clothes from Wendell's hands.
Hearing the commotion outside growing louder, Samar made up his mind, "You guys go, I'll go out and hold them off!"
Without waiting for Giles and Wendell's reaction, he took off running.
Giles only paused for a moment before shaking out the civilian clothes and changing into his own.
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
When the sound of gunfire subsided, Sir Samar's silver-plated shoulder armor was already embedded with three lead bullets, and his cloak was tattered, just like the Giles family banner fluttering above the castle at that moment.
"Come on! Coward!" Samar's roar, mixed with the stench of blood, erupted from his visor as he staggered, trampling over three Royal Army soldiers. The corpses of soldiers, one of whom still clutched an unlit fuse in his hand, the gunpowder soaked in blood drawing eerie black streams.
Twenty paces away, the newly reloaded fourth squad was lined up.
Samar suddenly charged, his two-hundred-pound plate armor bursting with astonishing speed. The morning light danced across his dented breastplate, faintly revealing his family crest.
When gunshots rang out ahead, he instinctively turned and raised his sword. The lead bullets sparked as they struck the blade, but several still pierced through his thigh armor.
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The knight's knee slammed heavily into the ground, but his two-handed sword had already cleaved through the damp soil.
He saw the second-row firearms opposite him hurriedly retreat to reload. He used his sword to prop himself up, and drops of blood dripping from the gaps in his visor snaking out crimson patterns on his breastplate.
"For glory!" Samar roared, continuing the charge he had failed to complete last time, his mangled leg armor dragging bloody marks on the grass.
He can't run away anymore!
He had escaped once at Eagles Beak Pass, though that was with Giles, and he had just escaped again on the city wall, though that was to inform Giles in advance so that he could prepare.
Seeing how fiercely the man remained even after being shot, a brief period of chaos ensued within the Royal Army ranks.
But the third salvo finally arrived, with several lead bullets hitting the breastplate simultaneously. The bullets pierced through, shattering the family crest into twisted iron sparks.
Samar felt as if molten iron had suddenly filled his lungs, and his ancestral longsword flew out of his hand, the silver bell on its hilt emitting a clear, mournful sound amidst the smoke.
He finally lost all the strength to support his body and collapsed to his knees on the ground.
Royal Army The soldiers cautiously surrounded Samar, their bayonets forming a steel thorn, as if hunting a dangerous, large beast.
"Times have changed, traitor." A Royal Army officer drew a pistol from his waist and pressed it against Samar's visor.
But Samar suddenly grabbed the barrel of the pistol, his palm sizzling from the heat.
This unexpected move startled the Royal Army officer, who quickly abandoned his pistol and took several steps back.
"Kill him!" an angry command rang out.
After a loud bang, more lead bullets came flying from behind.
Samar felt a chill run down his neck; it was the morning breeze seeping into his shattered armor. He collapsed face down on the ground, lifeless.