Chapter 700: Battle at Silvermoon Castle
Woo–!
The sound of horns rang out across this wilderness, stirring everyone’s nerves.
Fully dressed orc warriors assembled in front of Silvermoon Castle.
From the looks of it alone, they did have a proud capital, and their nearly two-meter bodies looked even more majestic after wrapping a layer of armor around them.
The orcs were waving their teeth and claws, using half-baked Aldorian profanity to hurl insults at the defenders, and their hands were not idle, comparing them to all kinds of nasty poses.
Five hundred orc warriors would be led by Amur in the assault, while another five hundred or so would cover them with bows and arrows.
There were several types of bows and arrows used by the orcs, the short bows were used when riding and shooting on the horse, which were lightweight, dexterous and easy to maneuver, but the range was shorter and the power was also small.
And when they chose to dismount and fight on foot, they would switch to long bows and big vectors, their long bows were different from the human world’s long bows, also nearly the length of an adult man’s height, with a long range and great power, and even able to shoot through lighter and thinner metal armor.
Amur looked towards the ragged fortress with a slightly strange feeling in his heart.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t encountered human warriors who dared to resist during his journey all the way west.
But when faced with insults, they would often shout them back over as well.
These enemies in front of them were silent as if they were stone statues, not saying a word at all.
This made their verbal attacks feel like a punch in the cotton.
“Don’t waste your efforts.”
With his mind made up, Amur raised his hand, and the subordinate doors that were screaming and cursing immediately stopped.
“Warriors of the steppe!”
Before the battle, Amur must give a speech to boost morale, although he thought in his heart that it was purely superfluous for this battle, but he was also a person with a sense of ceremony, and one of the steps that should be done could not be missing.
“Under the guidance of the King’s Tent, we are invincible and triumphant, as you have seen, those cowardly humans are no match for us at all.”
“But you guys take a look at the pile of rotten rocks behind me, there’s even a handful of unsuspecting guys behind me trying to block the prairie warriors’ advance, it’s really laughable.”
“And now, I, Amur, your Thousand Husbandman, will personally lead you to crush this group of presumptuous ants, and let them see how bitter the cold wind from the grasslands is.”
Under his motivation, the orcs’ blood spurted, their eyes shooting out raging battle intent.
“Kill them!”
“Capture them!”
Everyone raised the weapons in their hands and hissed out various slogans, the muscles on their faces were hideous.
“Bowmen!”
Amur waved a large hand.
Click, click, click!
The bowmen approached over toward Silvermoon Castle with their heads held high, their steady steps making a loud clatter on the ground.
They would use their precise and ruthless arrows to suppress the human defenders inside to cover their companions’ attack.
Behind the chest wall, Joyce was also nervously watching the enemy’s approach, every cell in his body jumping with excitement.
When he was a young knight squire, he had followed Schroeder to fight against the orcs in the Watcher’s Fortress.
At that time, the king’s tent on the prairie had already initially shown its dominance, and the large and small tribes had begun to change their previous scattered situation.
Therefore, Joyce was well aware of the strong battle power possessed by the united orcs.
When the news of the fall of the Watcher’s Fortress came, he had a feeling of “this day has finally come”.
The things that he had sworn to protect with his life had become the enemy’s property, and from the Watcher’s Fortress all the way to the west, the other side’s iron hooves had ravaged towns and cities in the kingdom one after another.
A monstrous rage surged through Joyce’s chest. Looking at the orc archers approaching step by step, he tried to suppress his anger and waited patiently for the opponent to enter the effective range of his side.
The 3rd Infantry Battalion of the Arda Army had already changed to the Model 1905 rifle half a year ago, and this rifle, which had gone through many iterations and finally received an official model name, could be considered a killing weapon while it lasted.
The Model 1905 is still a traditional smoothbore rifle, but thanks to Aldar’s improved quality control, the rifle is capable of killing the enemy at a distance of 200 yards, and a well-trained soldier can guarantee a hit rate of more than 60 percent at 90 yards, and if the opponent faces the Aldar army in a dense formation, the overall hit rate will be even higher.
As for the six twelve-pound cannons, all of them were now loaded with shrapnel.
If following the regulations, Joyce should have bombarded the enemy with artillery when they were about a kilometer away from his side, in order to prevent them from assembling into an effective formation.
However, he intended to utilize the orcs’ lack of understanding of firearms to make them suffer a great loss, and greeting the uninvited guests with a shower of iron made up of shrapnel was certainly a good choice.
As the orc bowmen advanced, they eventually approached about five hundred yards from the breastwork.
Joyce remained patient and waited until the orc archers had approached another two hundred yards, and they were followed by orc warriors armed with blades.
The orc longbows had an effective range of about 160 yards, and the bowmen silently estimated the distance, some already nocking arrows toward their bows.
Boom!
Boom!
Two flashes of fire appeared, and loud sounds like muffled thunder rang out continuously.
Thick smoke instantly rose from the ruins of Silvermoon Fort and quickly covered the fortress in it.
The orc archers who walked in front of them clattered and planted themselves on the ground as if they had been swept by an invisible broom.
Painful screams rang out almost immediately as they twisted their bodies and wriggled on the ground as if they had gone through a brutal punishment of the hellish kind.
Shock hoovered the brain of the Thousand Husbandman Amur, making it difficult for him to accept it for a moment.
“This can’t be!” He thought he was blind.
Just a moment ago, it was the No. 3 and No. 4 gun positions of the 3rd Battalion of the Arda Army that had fired first.
Because the distance was so close, the shrapnel fire achieved quite good results, and almost one out of ten orc archers in the front two rows were left.
Although they still couldn’t figure out what was going on, the archers at the back’s instinctive sense of danger allowed them to react quickly, immediately throwing their arrows out and turning back to run.
This distance was not the best distance for them to shoot, not to mention that they were shooting in haste.
The rain of arrows was sparse and did not achieve any results.
Boom! Boom!
Two more artillery pieces carried out the bombardment, and the orc bowmen who had already turned around planted another large number of them.
“The humans are using black sorcery!”
The orc soldiers who witnessed this scene exclaimed.
But Amur, who was a general, saw that with a muffled thunderous sound, a large number of black dots shot out of the smoke and hit his side’s bowmen.
He immediately realized that those dark tubes sticking out from the openings in the chest wall were a brand new weapon.
The four tubes that had already emitted fire retracted, and there appeared to be silhouettes shifting behind the smoke.
They must have been engaged in some kind of operation that would most likely not allow for a second shot anytime soon – he realized that immediately.
“Charge me!”
With a raise of his longsword, Amur ordered an onslaught.
There was no time to lose, if they resisted the remaining two, they would be able to cross the breastwork and kill the humans hiding behind it.
What’s more, the soldiers performing the assault had thick armor.