paranoianovel Chapter 786: Terror Bombardment
Chapter 786: Terror Bombardment
Chapter 786: Terror Bombardment
On Battery No. 1.
Enrique was holding his rice bowl and standing in a long queue under the scolding of the cook who was holding a spoon.
The aroma of potatoes and tomato stewed beef wafted out of the iron pot, and there was a mountain of sausages and bread next to it. The cook kept stirring the iron pot with a spoon, giving off a rich aroma.
After he finished his meal, he saw the quartermaster next to the cook, who looked ferocious, handing out a handful of loose cigarettes: "Here, everyone has one!"
Enrique quickly held the bread in his mouth and freed his hands to take it. This kind of cigarette is a good thing. Even if he doesn't smoke it, it is hard currency in the army. He can exchange it for a lot of good things from his colleagues. Barry's big pocket watch was exchanged for cigarettes.
He found an empty ammunition box in the bomb shelter and sat down to prepare for his meal. At that moment, an unfamiliar soldier wearing a rare cross tunic sat down next to him. He also held a rice bowl and had a kind smile on his face.
"Where are you from? Why have I never seen someone like you before?"
“Kurd, I’m from Egypt.”
Drim smiled and said, "Just call me Drim."
"Egypt? Isn't that the British territory?"
Thinking of this, Enrique did not ask any more questions. Instead, he introduced his name and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the strange man named Derem. He found that the guy's hand strength was amazing: "Look at your outfit, are you a military doctor?"
In Texas, only doctors and monks wear crosses on their bodies.
Derem nodded slightly. "Yes, I studied under Bishop Uldin. He is a master of medical skills. He once cured the leprosy of the King of Jerusalem. I studied with him for several months."
Enrique didn't know where Jerusalem was, but every soldier was in awe of the military doctor, so he quickly took out the cigarette he had just received and handed it over.
"Haha, I don't smoke this stuff."
Having spent some time with Texans, Drim is no longer like a country bumpkin who knows nothing.
He volunteered to come to the most dangerous place, Battery No. 1. In this era, these knights from the Middle Ages seemed to have little room to display their talents except for some physical work.
"Are you an ordinary person?"
Enrique felt a little puzzled by this question. He touched his head but didn't find any supernatural phenomena like ears suddenly growing out of it.
"Yes, aren't you?"
Drim smiled bitterly and said, "Of course."
These days, he has experienced the fragility of mortals. After acquiring the combat skills of the Imperial Knights, he thought he was an expert in swordsmanship, horsemanship, and archery. However, he never expected that he would be completely beaten during the training with the Texans.
It is true that there is always someone better than you.
"Enrique, why did you join the army?"
"The robbers want to rob our wealth, cattle, sheep, pastures, and manors. Shouldn't we fight back? The adults of the wolf tribe have fulfilled enough obligations. I don't think we should just stand by and watch."
He joined the Army because he wanted to patrol the border with the mighty cowboys or to fight the despicable invaders - whether they were the British or the Mexicans.
It's a pity that he is not qualified.
Even though humans and wolves have become equal in Texas, the inherent differences between the two still have far-reaching consequences. For example, local government officials and mayors are often mortals, while sheriffs and ranger captains are almost all wolves.
He once asked a Yankee immigrant from the north: "Why do you Englishmen, who are already so rich, always want to rob us of our insignificant cattle, sheep, pastures, and cotton?"
"Hey, bro, don't call me an Englishman, I'm actually a Gael from the north of the British Isles."
He first denied his identity, and then answered: "For the British Isles, we Gaels are the real masters of this island. It's just that pirates frequently invade the British Isles. The Angles, Saxons, Vikings, and Normans have all taken root here. Britain is a country jointly established by these pirate tribes. It is their nature to plunder other countries. You think that the British are rich and will not plunder others. Aren't you ignoring that their wealth is built on constant plundering?"
Enrique relayed this conversation to Drim, who agreed with it. As a Kurd, he knew nothing about Vikings or Norman conquests, but the Norman pirates entrenched in Sicily were notorious, and there was no resident living along the Mediterranean coast who was not afraid of these villains.
"What about you? What are you fighting for?"
Drim thought for a moment and answered, "For His Majesty, for glory, for redemption."
It's another bunch of words I don't understand.
"Although I have never been to school, Mr. Surgeon, there is no king in Texas."
Drim smiled but did not answer. Traveling through time and space was something that was too beyond imagination for people from any world, and it would take a lot of time to explain it clearly.
Enrique greedily used the last piece of bread crumb to fill the bowl with the soup and stuffed it into his mouth. He then patted his stomach leisurely and said, "This is the best meal we've had in recent days. It's said that an officer from the reconnaissance company cleared out a group of cattle thieves, and several unlucky longhorn cattle died during the battle, so we had this meal."
Drim nodded. New Basilicata had been implementing a food rationing system for a long time, which made him deeply feel the biggest difference between this country and their newly established Crusader State. The administrative system here was strong and powerful and could fully control the entire country.
A black rat suddenly jumped out from the corner. Drim raised his hand and threw a stone at it. With a squeak, the rat was smashed to death.
"Great!"
Enrique was amazed: "The most annoying thing on the fort is the rats. Our superior even submitted a report a few days ago, requesting that a few cats be sent over."
Derem smiled and said, "I learned it when I was herding sheep."
Suddenly, a violent and piercing scream was heard.
The commander of the fort, a cornerman, immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Dodge, duck, the enemy's artillery fire is coming!"
But soon, his voice was drowned out by the deafening roar, rocks were flying above his head, the mountains were shaking, and he felt that the whole world had turned into a box that was constantly shaking in the hands of a naughty boy.
I don't know how long it took before the violent shaking and roaring stopped.
Enrique saw the cornerman's mouth opening and closing, but he could not hear anything. He turned to the "military doctor" wearing a cross robe opposite him and said, "I'm deaf, Mr. Military Doctor, please help me!"
Derem dug his ears to indicate that he could not hear anything, and wanted to stick his head out of the anti-gun hole to observe the enemy situation, but was pulled back by the leader and ordered to stay where he was.
It was a long time before they could barely regain their hearing.
"Don't panic. The enemy's artillery fire can't knock down our artillery positions, nor can it hurt us hiding in the anti-artillery caves. When the artillery fire comes, everyone remember to wear your helmets and open your mouths. You can lie on the ground, but never put your chest and abdomen on the ground!"
The gang leader kept repeating it, and the accompanying officers shouted at the panicked and frightened recruits, ordering them to put on their helmets immediately.
Drim and Enrique hurriedly put on their helmets. For a medieval man, such bombardment was too terrifying. Even in their time, if a hundred or a thousand giant catapults fired at the same time, the fire would probably be only to this extent, right?
On the walls of Wolfsburg.
Lothar felt the vibrations from the mountain and the smoke rising into the sky from the No. 1 turret, and his brows furrowed deeply. Could such a terrible bombardment really be resisted by the magic arrays carved by Fulin?
If the Middle Ages was an era of cavalry, then now is the era of cannons and battleships. Human power has been greatly improved, and the gunpowder weapons created by white crystal are completely capable of destroying mountains and splitting the earth.
Even the wolves who possessed extraordinary powers felt their hearts tremble when they saw this scene.
Giuliano muttered to himself, "Aren't they afraid of detonating the white crystal veins underground and blowing everyone up into the sky?"
Losa said meaningfully, "Obviously not. They know the location of the mineral veins better than we thought, and their understanding of this terrible mineral is much deeper than ours. The British have been using white crystal in large quantities for nearly half a century."
The wolf tribe has a traitor, and his status is obviously not low, otherwise he would not know the inside story of the white crystal mine, which was previously considered top secret among the wolf tribe.
Giuliano was still unable to determine who the traitor was, and he had not found any solid evidence against the several suspects, so he had no choice but to detain them all, intending to wait for Fulynn to free up so that he could use magic to interrogate them.
Baron Charles looked at the explosions in the distance with some astonishment: "Sir, will this kind of weapon appear in our world in the future?"
"maybe."
Losa remained noncommittal about this. The rules of the medieval world placed some restrictions on gunpowder weapons. If properly mixed, gunpowder, which should have had greater power, could only exert a slight firepower and create the effect of fireworks.
But it is hard to say whether the world's rules remain unchanged.
Baron Charles, who had been quite complacent, could not help but become alert in his heart. They had indeed defeated their great enemy Saladin and were about to swallow up the entire Egypt and even the Fertile Crescent.
But the world is not static. If such a terrible enemy invades in the future, how will they respond?
The enemy soon launched a second round of artillery fire. Compared with the first round, the accuracy of this round was obviously better. Dozens of large-caliber heavy artillery, including the terrifying siege cannon, poured firepower on the No. 1 battery.
If this goes on, even if not a single shell hits the defenders, the shock wave generated by the shelling alone will be enough to kill the defenders in the mountain, right?