After half a day of travel, Samar finally led the army assigned to him by his lord Giles to the vicinity of Waming Town.
"What's the situation in the town?"
He frowned and asked a man in a black robe beside him.
The man in black robes ignored him, staring blankly ahead with his eyes.
"These arrogant wizards!" Samar thought to himself with dissatisfaction. He had worked with the Spellcasters sent by the Arcane Society during the last war, and they were just as arrogant.
It seems that wizards are generally arrogant and conceited, regardless of which organization they belong to.
After a while, the wizard came to his senses and his eyes darted around.
"How is the situation in the town?" Samar asked again patiently.
"Hmm... The streets are quiet. The watchtower next to the entrance seems to have been modified by them. I saw that a high stone wall has been built there, and there are spearmen stationed below it."
"How many people are there?"
"There are too many obstructions, so I can't give a rough estimate, but I saw no fewer than two hundred people."
Samar pondered for a moment, "Two hundred people... that's alright, there shouldn't be too many difficulties."
He also did not believe that the Kingdom Army could deploy thousands of soldiers to the rear of Eagles Beak Pass.
While the rebels were observing the situation in the town, the Kingdom Army was also observing them.
In fact, while the rebels were still marching toward Waming Town, the sentries lying in ambush along the way spotted them and rushed back to Waming Town to report.
After the rebels stopped near the town, their figures never left the Kingdom Army's binoculars.
They've finally arrived! Chambers, the commander of the Second Regiment, decided to give the enemy a head-on blow.
Samar drew his sword and roared at his soldiers, "Lions of the South! The vile Yankees have sent spies into our rear! They've instigated a small group of bandits to wreak havoc, and now they've reached Waming Town, plundering and oppressing the innocent townspeople! I've brought you here to destroy them! In the name of Grand Duke Giles, let's charge in, crush them, and liberate the townspeople!"
Charge! Charge! Charge!
Inspired by Samar, the soldiers brandished their weapons and shields and shouted.
"On my command, first capture that high ground at the town entrance! Charge!"
Samar pointed his longsword, and the rebel soldiers rushed eagerly toward the town.
They were first met with a sparse barrage of arrows, but the rebel soldiers charged forward with their shields raised, and the arrows did not cause them much damage.
However, the situation changed when they advanced to the vicinity of the high ground.
Not only were the arrows becoming increasingly dense, but even more terrifying was the sudden emergence of a row of Royal Army soldiers armed with firearms from behind the stone walls on the upper levels of the high ground. soldiers.
"Fire!" With the Royal Army officer's order, white smoke billowed and loud noises erupted.
Several members of the rebel group were immediately shot down.
How could bandits in the Southern Territory have firearms?
Having already clashed with the Kingdom Army several times, Samar's rebel soldiers knew Firearm and were quite puzzled.
"Attack! Attack!" Samar saw the offensive stall and immediately spurred his horse forward, risking being hit by stray bullets to personally urge the soldiers to attack.
The rebel soldiers obeyed Samar's orders, brandishing their weapons as they approached the high ground and engaged in fierce fighting with the spearmen stationed behind the lower breastwork.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The "Grasshopper" light cannons opened fire, spraying deadly shot at the swarming rebel soldiers below.
Even a light three-pounder cannon is still a cannon, and it immediately knocked down a large number of rebel soldiers, even creating a large gap in the crowd.
Boom! With the sound of cannon fire from another direction, the rebels suffered heavy losses once again.
It turned out that there was a church not far from the high ground, and dark cannon muzzles were sticking out of the windows on the second floor.
The artillery commander of the 2nd Regiment divided the Cannon into two groups, with seven "Grasshopper" cannons placed on the high ground and the other three placed on the church not far away.
In this way, when the rebel soldiers stormed into the town and passed by the high ground, the two groups of Cannons could form a terrifying crossfire, striking the rebels from two directions.
Lead-gray smoke billowed above the rebels' heads, like a curtain unfurled by death, while the Royal Army... The soldiers were hidden in the thick smoke, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"Damn, they even brought Cannons with them!" Samar was horrified and quickly tumbled off his horse. It would be bad if he were too conspicuous and became the target of a concentrated attack by the Royal Army's Cannons.
Royal Army stationed behind the lower breastwork Soldiers held long spears, and the resolute rebels stood in their way. Samar knew the power of the enemy's firearms; several of Giles' generals had been killed by Cannon's concentrated fire.
Below, spearmen were fighting the rebels, while above, firearms were being fired at the rebels from different directions.
After being repeatedly attacked, the rebels were quickly defeated. They were like the tide, crashing onto the beach in waves and then retreating in waves.
"A bunch of trash!" Samar roared, pulling out a whip and lashing it fiercely at the retreating soldiers. "I should have found an executioner to behead all of you trash."
Unwilling to give up, he reorganized the attack, but still made little progress. The soldiers were terrified of the fire-breathing weapons.
This happened several times, but Samar was still unable to capture Waming Town, while his own army suffered heavy casualties.
Even the slow-witted soldiers at the bottom finally realized something was wrong.
The people fighting them weren't bandits at all; judging from their clothing and weapons, they were clearly the Kingdom Army.
Panic quickly spread among the rebels.
Just as Samar was at his wit's end, a deafening battle cry suddenly rang out from all around. He immediately looked around and saw large numbers of figures rushing towards them.
The already demoralized rebel soldiers were stunned by this sudden attack and collapsed in disarray. Everyone who could move took off running for their lives, hoping to get away from the place as soon as possible.
After confirming that the rebel offensive had been thwarted and suffered heavy losses, Chambers decisively unleashed all his forces, decisively defeating Samar and his army, who were planning to retake Waming Town.
"You...you guys actually lost?"
Giles ' eyes widened in disbelief; the news Samar brought back had hit him like a ton of bricks.
"They have at least five thousand men!" the wounded Samar cried. " The soldiers I brought earlier were outnumbered."
He didn't actually know how many people there were, but speaking on a larger scale would have been a better way to deflect responsibility for the defeat.
"You mean, there are five thousand Royal Army soldiers?" "Did the soldiers sneak around from the ravines and get behind us without us noticing?"
"How is this possible? How is this possible!"
The Grand Duke slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage.