Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 839 - 87 Tug of War

Chapter 839: Chapter 87: Tug of War Chapter 839: Chapter 87: Tug of War “Herde Language What is going on?” Red Plumed Feathers with a Lion Nose stopped his horse at the edge of Revodan Valley, dissatisfiedly asking the Green Plumed Feathers ahead, “Herde Language Didn’t the fire starter say he had already captured the city? Brother?”

The Green Plumed Feathers, resembling the appearance of Red Plumed Feathers and also with a Lion Nose, frowned tightly, “Herde Language How should I know? Pick a few good men and cross the river to find out.”

From their elevated position, the white smoke continuously pouring out of the southern city walls was in plain sight.

But what lay between them and the battlefield was not only the earth but also a wide river.

The younger Lion Nose whispered in agreement and with a hint of confusion, “Herde Language Then what should we do now?”

Herde Language The fire starter seems to be struggling, let him handle this.” Big Lion Nose narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke gravely, “Herde Language But if he fails, it will not bode well for us either. Take your men and go scare those two-legged creatures on the northern bank.”

The younger Lion Nose let out a whistle, turned his horse around, and fired a signal arrow into the sky.

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The following group of over a hundred loyal tribesmen reluctantly dismounted and began removing their saddlebags.

Whether on horseback or from their mounts, each horse’s saddlebags were bulging—filled with their “spoils of war” and merely what they carried with them.

North along the main road, out of sight, more Herders were moving to Revodan, escorting slaves and captives.

The left wing of the Terdon Tribe had arrived.

…

In the old city of Revodan, Anna found the elderly Mayor Priskin amidst the chaos of the town hall.

“I saw the beacons.” Anna struggled to maintain her composure and steadiness, “Mr. Mayor.”

“Yes, beacons, Lady Montaigne.” The wrinkles on old Priskin’s face grew deeper as he leaned on the desk and struggled to stand, “The outpost at Hammer Fort spotted the barbarians coming and lit the beacons… Fortunately, the young men have all pulled back, and the residents of Hammer Fort were evacuated early…”

“Hammer Fort? Is it to the north?”

“That’s correct.” Old Priskin’s eyes were filled with fatigue, “It’s the barbarians from Vernge County, ah.”

The town hall had already turned into a military camp, with panicked city council members bringing out bundles of weapons to distribute to equally panicked citizens.

However, most of the young and able-bodied men had been taken to defend the southern walls, leaving only a half-strength city guard and recent Hammer Fort residents for security in the northern part; those left were either too old or too young.

Even before old Priskin, who needed a cane to walk, there was a dagger set out.

“Grandfather!” A young man in armored leather burst through the door haphazardly, “I’ve brought my friends over!”

Seeing a young and beautiful lady in the mayor’s office made the young Priskin pause.

“This is,” Old Priskin coughed lightly, “the wife of the Mason Civil Guard Officer.”

Young Priskin’s knees trembled subconsciously. He hastily bowed and quickly left, carefully closing the door behind him.

Anna didn’t understand why the other reacted as if a mouse had seen a cat, but she was quick-witted and soon guessed roughly.

However, none of those things seemed important at the moment. Anna looked at Mayor Priskin, “Is there anything I can do?”

Mayor Priskin was about to say “nothing,” but he responded instead, “I have already sent someone to seek help from the Mason Commissioner, but I fear it will take time. All the city council members, including myself, have to go up to the walls. If you could help stabilize the civilians within the city, that would be great.”

“Rest assured,” Anna nodded slightly.

“Or perhaps,” an idea occurred to Mayor Priskin, “could you help me find two to three hundred robust women to assist?”

…

New City of Revodan.

Every musket in the city had been moved to the Arrow Fort on the western wall, and the wooden cannons from the southern and eastern walls were also concentrated on the western wall.

Behind Arrow Fort, the militia was racing against time to fortify Urn City.

On Arrow Fort, Mason personally commanded two wooden cannons and used solid shot to heavily bombard the Terdon peoples’ shield carts.

Musketeers were positioned on both wings of Arrow Fort, pulling away to flank the enemy. Lead bullets and arrows exchanged relentlessly, continually reaping fresh lives.

“Ah!!!” A burly militiaman roared as he ran forward, desperately hurling a grenade toward the shield cart.

As the grenade left his hand, he seemed to lose all his strength, gasping heavily for air.

However, the next scene caused the air itself to solidify: the grenade thrown over the city wall flew back the same way it came, the not-yet-burned fuse still hissing.

The fuse was too long! The barbarians picked up the grenade and threw it back!

Beside the cannon, Mason was tackled by Demon Ongs. Other militiamen screamed in despair, scrambling to get away.

The grenade-throwing militiaman also wanted to flee, but his legs were so stiff he couldn’t move.

An old sergeant behind him cursed loudly, pushed him away, and grabbed the grenade to throw it back outside the wall.

It exploded before it left his hand.

The old sergeant and the grenade-throwing militiaman were instantly killed, shrapnel severely wounded three others, and the sergeant’s right arm was blown off, scattering flesh everywhere.

As the stifling gunpowder smoke cleared, someone was vomiting.

Mason got up, bellowing an order, “Carry them away!”

The stretcher team rushed over, carrying away the dead and the severely injured. A member of the stretcher team was picking up pieces of flesh on the ground, unable to collect it all.

“Sound the drums!” Mason personally lit the firing charge of the wooden cannon, “Fire!”