When several coolies on the shore heard the movement, their expressions tightened, and they no longer cared about anything else. They threw down the things in their hands and ran back as quickly as possible.

The war finally began.

But as civilians, they just want to survive.

Charging into battle is a matter between the nobles and the garrison.

Until the last moment, they have no responsibility or obligation to pick up their weapons.

"Welcome to the enemy!"

With the order of the Count, the doors of several warehouses opened loudly, and the garrison members unfolded in a pre-drafted manner, quickly and neatly.

The long-barrel musket was held in his hand and aimed at more than a hundred soldiers rushing down from the dock.

"Open fire!"

Bang bang bang bang...

The sailor leading the ship was still immersed in the fantasy of sneak attacking and was about to succeed. The high-speed lead bullet directly shattered his head, turning into an exploded watermelon, and his body fell down...

In the blink of an eye, the Lances people's shouts were drowned out by the sound of the first round of muskets before they even started, and then they harvested most of their lives.

Those who survived by chance almost lost their combat effectiveness.

After this round of flat shooting, only corpses and the wailings of wounded men remained on the dock, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the smell of gunpowder.

"Clash with me!"

Another leading soldier shouted loudly, trying to revive the morale of the team.

The battle failed before it even started, which was a result that they absolutely could not bear.

Unfortunately, this is useless at all, and their opponents will not give them a chance to breathe.

Another shout from the Fallinburg camp, and the second round of volleys came soon again.

After this volley, there were a lot of holes on the hull.

Faced with such dense firepower, the soldiers who were still running out of the cabin immediately did not dare to emerge again. They could vaguely see soldiers jumping from the side of the ship to escape.

Because they have realized that this is an ambush.

They originally wanted to attack the port, and they always succeeded before that, but they did not expect to encounter this situation in Faralinburg, which is considered to be the weakest defense.

An extremely uneasy feeling immediately spread among the soldiers of Lance.

And according to their perception, the old-fashioned musket needs to be refilled with gunpowder, and the method of loading the front is destined to have extremely long shooting intervals.

However, things seem to have changed now.

Because the interval between the two shots is too short.

This seems to be inconsistent with the number of Fallinburg armed personnel they judged in advance.

But what they didn't know was that the muskets held by the Farelin Fort garrison members had long been improved by craftsmen.

Not only was a rotary-type magazine introduced, but the power was also enhanced.

Martin, who was watching the game on the sidelines, was also a little confused.

What happened to these Lance people?

Don't they know this?

If that's true, the intelligence work is too hasty.

At sea, the ships behind didn't know what was happening on the pier and were leaning towards the shore.

Now, it's the artillery's turn to exert its power.

After roughly aiming, with another order, the first round of artillery volleys began.

Boom boom boom boom!

The fire flashed, and the sound was deafening.

The second ship was docking, less than one hundred meters away from the gun position.

The artillery does not need to be adjusted. After aiming directly, it will be a round of flat shooting.

The wooden slag splashed and the cabin was directly penetrated by iron bullets.

Nearly thirty artillery directly broke the ship.

Within half a minute, the ship made a loud noise and sank into the water.

Many soldiers hurriedly abandoned the ship to survive, struggling in the water, shouting in despair.

The artillery was operated by the guards and craftsmen to adjust the angle and aimed at the next ship not far away...

This night was destined to be uneasy.

Many residents living near the dock were awakened by the sound of cannons.

The shelling that lasted for more than an hour made everyone in the city frightened.

...

Scattered gunshots came from the shore, and the garrison members were finishing the blow.

Most of the soldiers of Lance had a strong belief and were extremely strong.

Faralinburg had no intention of leaving prisoners, causing trouble for himself, so he simply gave them some fun and finished it all.

Listening to the sporadic gunfire, Martin didn't know how to describe it.

If they were for a great goal, he would understand it.

But they were invaders, and if they mastered Faralinburg, the consequences would be unimaginable.

There is no doubt that these people in front of us are just a group of blind followers and ignorant people...

Once the city is really broken, these guys will inevitably fall into madness and will be no different from robbers.

Don't expect them to let the civilians go without any crime.

"It's a pity that one still ran."

Martin held the telescope and looked at the ship that turned around on the sea in the distance, frowned slightly.

On the bow of the boat, a man with many weapons on his waist caught his attention.

Knife, sword, axe, hook claw...

That is a superman in the sequence of God of War, at least the intermediate sequence.

In addition to him, there were many extraordinary people on the ship.

Many of the extraordinary people on other ships survived the shelling and were rescued by the ship.

It was also the only ship that ran away.

Martin suspected that there might be high-level extraordinary people hidden on the ship.

After all, Bishop Aslan is in Faralinburg, and this is public news.

Since the other party dares to come, he must have a backhand.

Otherwise, even if the defense of the Falalin Fort Guards was broken, as long as they could not deal with Bishop Aslan, it would be meaningless in the end.

During this raid and ambush, the Count and the Bishop naturally would not only guard against ordinary troops.

In fact, Lance's system is special and close to ****. The middle and upper classes of their army are basically extraordinary people in the realm of the God of War.

Gress appeared next to Martin and experienced a big victory. At this moment, he looked very excited.

"Please rest assured that they can't escape. In order to pretend as much as possible, they definitely didn't bring much supplies."

"It's the east wind now. If they want to leave quickly, they can only continue to go east. We just need to send a small boat to follow and let a team of people follow on the shore to wipe out them all!"

Martin immediately shook his head and reminded in a deep voice: "It's better not to. There are many extraordinary people on that ship."

Gries saw the telescope in Martin's hand and immediately understood it and nodded to show that he understood.

It was also in the afternoon that Martin learned that Glads was responsible for making and managing these artillery.

Not only artillery, but also Faralin's weapons and equipment are all under his charge.

The earl beside him heard the conversation between the two and continued to command the garrison to recover. The whole process was orderly and showed the earl's superb leadership.

Martin himself is an amateur, quietly acting as an audience member, not daring to interrupt, nor can he interrupt.

From afternoon to evening this year, he stayed by the Count and witnessed the entire battle and the previous arrangements.

He only realized how troublesome it was to command the team to fight.

This is not like in TV series and games. The person in charge only needs a few simple commands to solve everything.

After the battle ended, it was already three o'clock in the morning, leaving some extraordinary people and guards to stay at night, and the others could finally go back and have a good night's sleep.

The smell of blood was quickly taken away by the sea breeze, and the thin mist around the sea gradually dissipated. However, Martin smelled that the atmosphere of Faralin could not be returned from today...

In the depressing room, four counts and two bishops sat at the round table.
To be continued...