Chapter 536 Rebellion 4
Chapter 536: Rebellion 4
The sound of light footsteps accompanied by the sound of leaves rubbing together came from far and near, gradually getting closer and closer to the camp.
Victor counted silently in his mind.
The first wave of enemies – presumably the cannon fodder that Brendi, the intelligence officer, had spoken of – who were holding lances or gripping one-handed swords, carefully groped their way near the lord’s campsite, and each of them moved forward little by little in a half-crouch.
Many of them had terrible eyesight at night, and could only vaguely see things a little farther away, but their master’s orders were something they couldn’t disobey, and there was a generous reward, the latter of which emboldened the men slightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Successive bursts of sound rang out from the lord’s camp, huge flames and smoke suddenly spewed out, as if they were the scythes of the God of Death’s claim to life, in that instant the camp was illuminated by these flames as if they were as bright as day, and those who were near the lord’s camp planted themselves on the ground one by one.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
Bleak screams instantly rang out and continuously echoed through the woods.
The tragic encounter of his companions effectively shocked those who tried to approach the lord’s camp, and they began to fear and became hesitant.
“Graiman’s men are still there.”
Fergus and the others, who were supervising the battle not far away, couldn’t help but rejoice in their hearts.
They stayed at a safe distance, the sound of the burst of fire just now was really scary, but as long as Gleeman was still there, they could pile them up with their numerical advantage.
“Bows and arrows! Fire into the camp with your bows!”
There was a loud clatter as those who knew how to use arrows strung their bows and shot arrows into the lord’s territory.
Arrows shot overhead with a swishing sound. Paul bit his lip tightly, waiting impatiently for the rain of arrows to end, and beside him, Lardy closed her eyes tightly as if everything around her was irrelevant.
“Six o’clock!” Lardy suddenly shouted.
Several guards immediately extended the barrels of their guns in the direction she had prompted, concentrating on recognizing the moving black shadow, which fell to the ground in response to a few shots.
Unlike the enemies being fought against, the guards of the lord’s mansion had been strictly selected, and their eyesight at night was all excellent.
The rebels’ long-range attacks weren’t effective because the lights in the camp were extinguished early in the morning by Victor’s order, and everyone had found cover, so their arrow attacks all fell short.
Some people tried to sneak closer to the camp to throw their torches over or ignite something flammable, or but were still at a great distance before they were taken down by musketry, as if something was watching them all the time, and after paying for it with several lives in a row, no one finally dared to do that anymore.
After nearly twenty minutes of continued blind fire, the rebels finally stopped shooting arrows.
“Everyone, charge!” Fergus let out a loud shout while raising his own saber and swinging it fiercely in mid-air.
“Follow me!” A burly man in full armor took the lead, raising his own double-bladed broadsword and started charging towards the lord’s camp.
“Kill!”
A large number of people came out of the woods, either by the light of the moon or holding torches, and charged after the burly man. In fact, it wasn’t just this one direction, there were people charging in all directions towards where Paul was. Unlike the first wave of cannon fodder that explored the camp, they all had basic protection on them, and there were even quite a few of them wearing metal armor. This group of people were the force raised by the various clans involved in the rebellion.
“A large number of enemies are approaching in all directions!”
Lardy’s voice took on a trifle of nervousness as well.
Without her reminder, the crowd had already judged the situation from the enemy’s footsteps and shouts. “The most dangerous time is coming!” Paul shouted to the crowd, “Gentlemen, I am very honored to have a group of loyal subordinates like you, after this battle, everyone will be rewarded with at least 5,000 silver guilders, and the families of those who have fallen will receive an additional 5,000 silver guilders as a pension, our call for help has already been sent out, and reinforcements will be arriving after sunrise, before that, please make sure that all of you will fight hard and slaughter the traitors who dare to come near us.”
“Hail Gladman!”
“Arda lives on!”
Paul’s words lifted the spirits and morale of the guards, and they shouted slogans led by Victor.
As the camp was about to be surrounded, a large number of grenades were thrown from the hands of the guards, the fuses burning fast in mid-air as the grenades came bursting before they hit the ground.
A large amount of debris shot out in all directions, driven by the rapidly expanding gas, and ruthlessly embedded into the flesh of nearby human bodies, the exposed and unprotected face, arms, and legs were defenseless in the face of these tiny things, and the debris easily created wounds that, though not fatal for a while, could cause great pain to the owner of the flesh.
“Hiss~Hiss~”
“Ahhhhhhhh!”
“I need help!”
The grenades threw the charging rebels into chaos.
Seeing this, Paul’s guards immediately raised their guns and fired, focusing on those who were uninjured and alive with injuries that didn’t affect their movements.
The rebels were baptized by hot weapons for the first time, and they didn’t have enough psychological construction beforehand, they even thought that the defensive gear on their bodies could protect them from the lord’s musket.
The firepower of the lord’s guards was very dense, they adopted the practice of one part of the people specializing in shooting, one part of the people specializing in loading, the sound of gunfire was unceasing, every time it rang out it meant that someone in the rebel army was incapable of fighting, and more likely, they were going to hang up.
After half an hour of sustained assault, the rebel charging frenzy was finally checked.
Getting such a result, Fergus and Old Valen, who were commanding at the back, stormed out.
“Rubbish! It’s all waste! A few muskets can beat you all like this.”
Fergus’s only memory of muskets was from the time of the pirate crusade, when Paul had just pounded out a fire-rope gun for the craftsmen to make. Soldiers took muskets like that, shot a few rounds to scare the enemy, and then immediately had the gunmen charge to finish off the enemy who was in a state of shock.
But he knew nothing about the subsequent development of firearms since he left Lakeville.
He didn’t know that the loading speed, durability, range, and accuracy of muskets had all changed qualitatively from the moment they first appeared.
“Gleeman’s black magic!”
Old Valen, on the other hand, thought so, and compared to Fergus, his knowledge of firearms was even more basically equal to zero.
He called his son Chacon over, “Son, the day you were born, the town priest said that you had been blessed by the Lord of Light, and that you would definitely be able to restrain Gleeman’s evil magic. Go, for the honor of the family and the Father, go and fight!”
Looking at his father, Chacon nodded heavily.
(End of chapter)