Chapter 197 The Iron Duke The
black carriage drove into the church. Crown and Del came out of the carriage and found that someone familiar was waiting beside them: Harry Dell, the Archbishop's attendant, was responsible for conveying orders.
"Your Excellency, the Archbishop has called a meeting. Please go to the meeting hall. I have to stay here to convey the order and cannot accompany you."
"Harry, do you know what happened?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't know. The Archbishop notified us to go to the various entrances and exits and wait for the bishops as soon as he arrived in the morning. There must have been an emergency last night."
Klauen frowned slightly, turned around and ordered, "Del, go back to the workshop and hold a regular meeting."
Judging from the situation, the situation in Lorente Town is likely to be unfavorable.
After the few people separated, he quickened his pace and rushed to the conference hall.
Flanders sat with a serious expression, and nodded slightly when he saw Crown coming.
The bishops attending the meeting soon arrived, and the archbishop got straight to the point: "An urgent battle report came in early this morning. Bishop Paladin and His Excellency Ivan of the Security Bureau were killed in the battle. Although the attack of the fishmen was repelled, the casualties on the front line were huge, and immediate support is required."
"How is that possible?"
“What’s really happening on the front line?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.
The death of the third-level transcendent was a huge shock to everyone.
Leaving aside the Pope, these people represent the highest level of military strength in the human race, which means that those present here may also fall.
The elite troops of Rhine City were beaten so badly by the enemy's small fry troops. How should they fight in the future? Flanders stood up from his seat and pressed down with one hand, and the discussions stopped.
He swept his eyes across the faces of the bishops. "The situation in the city is not optimistic either. We have confirmed that there are third-level deep divers in the nearby river.
On the one hand, we have to support the front line, and on the other hand, we have to organize elite troops to clean up the river section from the urban area to the town of Lorente.
The Warlock Brotherhood can still produce another third-level transcendent, but the Security Bureau only has Rondo left and is no longer able to send out any more strong men.
We are the main force of this reinforcement and cleanup, and the other two forces are responsible for providing supplies, military pay, and more low-level extraordinary people."
Daniel raised his head and faced the Archbishop: "Your Excellency, if the troops encounter a battle of this scale again, it is likely that we will lose more strong men."
"We have no choice. If the Lorente hole is opened, the whole city of Rhine will be threatened. Unless we move the entire city away from the Rhine, this is unrealistic.
The good news is that there are very few rank three individuals among the murlocs, and the cause of the casualties this time was mainly due to a large number of murlocs suddenly washing ashore at night."
The fishmen and deep divers cannot leave the water too far. Theoretically, they run to a dry and water-scarce environment, but how can people survive without drinking water? No one who can become a third-level extraordinary person is a fool. Now everyone is on the same boat. The allies can no longer send strong people, so they can only take over first.
The church quickly reached a consensus and sent four more bishops to the battlefield of Lorente. In addition, four bishops were dispatched to lead troops to clear the river.
Flanders named Crown to participate in the task of clearing the river, because one of his bishops was losing strength due to his age and could not adapt to continuous high-intensity combat.
. . . .
An all-steel warship more than 90 meters long was sailing on the Rhine River, with its steam engine roaring and emitting thick smoke.
On the side of the ship, painted in white, was the name of the battleship: 'Iron Duke'.
At the bow, Savage Hart, who was wearing full body armor, exclaimed:
“We cannot deny the fact that those mortals have created many things beyond previous imagination in these decades.
When I first saw that a steel ship could float on the water, I couldn’t understand it at all.”
He had a thick brown beard, strong, angular features, and one eye was noticeably larger than the other.
Crown was also wearing full body armor, and Fukin grabbed the railing and stayed by his side.
This time, he brought the crow with him, which would help him improve his proficiency in animal training.
He reached out and touched Fujin, smiling and responding, “I looked through the sealed archives of the church and learned that the last time the evil god descended, mortals could only pray desperately to charge the church’s magic circle.
Maybe this time it will be different and they can play some combat roles as well.”
The church's troops clearing the river were divided into two groups, boarding two warships.
Both of them were bishops of the Flemish line, so it was natural for them to go together.
One of their forces went downstream along the Rhine River, heading for the small town of Lorente, where they turned back after arriving; another force cleared out the murlocs in the urban waters.
Savage was a little unconvinced. He shook his head and said, "Maybe. Mortal guns can still play a role in low-level battles, but they rely too much on logistical support and can only be used for defense."
At this time, Harry, who was standing next to him, put down the telescope in his hand, turned around and said, "Two bishops, we have found fishmen two thousand meters ahead on the river bank, about a hundred of them."
When the Archbishop learned that Crown did not have a second-level guard, he sent his own attendant to serve as a guard.
Savage raised his telescope to observe, then waved his palm as big as a palm fan: "Notify them to prepare for battle. Bishop Clown and I will lead the charge, you can fight without worry."
On the Iron Duke, the church's power consists of two bishops and ten second-level transcendents.
Other forces provided a phalanx of riflemen consisting of five second-level extraordinary people, one hundred and fifty first-level extraordinary people, and a group of ordinary people.
The order was given and the extraordinary people quickly gathered on the deck.
The roaring warships also attracted the attention of the mermen. These monsters swam towards the warships. Some of the mermen had abnormally large webbed feet, and they were actually running towards here on the water as if they were walking on flat ground.
Crown saw that the scales of these mermen were colorful and shaped randomly, with all kinds of deformities.
He said to a gunman next to him: "Soldier, give me your gun."
The gunman didn't understand what was going on, but he still handed over the carbine obediently: "Yes, sir."
Crown tested the gun skillfully and smiled at the puzzled Savage,
"I practiced shooting for a while, and I feel a little itchy."
Savage curled his lips slightly and muttered, "Practicing with firearms is a complete waste of time. You might as well practice with the bow and arrow."
With a faint smile, Crown did not respond with words.
He summoned the golden wall and checked the proficiency of his shooting skills, which he had not practiced for a long time.
[Shooting: 2024/5000; Level 3]
Raising his rifle, he activated his super vision and aimed at the murlocs running across the water.
Del had seen his shooting skills and immediately asked the gunman for a large number of bullets.
"Bang"
Crown immediately pulled the bolt, poured out the shell, took the bullet handed to him and loaded it.
Solander, the commander of the gunner unit, was standing in the middle of the team. When he heard someone firing, he became furious.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Which bastard fired the shot? The distance is at least 700 to 800 meters. It's a waste of bullets to shoot now.
Their team has already fought actual battles with the murlocs and concluded that the wind is strong on the river and bullets can only cause effective damage within two hundred meters. The scales on those monsters are not for nothing.
More advanced murlocs are not afraid of bullets at all, unless they hit weak parts such as the eyes.
The murlocs are extremely fast, and it is extremely difficult to hit the eyes of a moving target.
Solender looked towards the direction of the gunshot and saw that it was people from the church who were shooting. He swallowed his anger.
He cursed in his heart: "This is a battle, not hunting in the wild."
"Bang"
"Bang"
The gunshots were very frequent, and Solender's originally indignant expression turned into surprise.
Not only him, but everyone in the team also became agitated.
"Who is so strong?!"
"Yeah, why didn't I notice it before?"
As the distance between the warship and the murloc got closer, these people saw that whenever a gunshot was heard, a murloc would fall into the water and remain motionless.
Some people had sharp eyes and discovered an even more shocking fact.
The fishmen were shot in the eyes, without exception!
Is this possible? Savage had good eyesight and he witnessed this amazing shooting technique.
He never thought that the firearms that he had previously disdained could cause such casualties.
The continuous shooting of murlocs only aroused the ferocity of the remaining murlocs.
They uttered meaningless shouts and rushed towards the warship even more vigorously.
By the time the other gunmen started shooting, about two-thirds of the fishmen had died on the road.
The rest of the battle was unremarkable. Only a few murlocs rushed onto the deck, but were quickly hacked to death by the extraordinary people.
After the battle, Savage gave a thumbs up and praised, "I never thought that Bishop Crown had such an excellent shooting talent."
"Thank you for the compliment," Crowne said without being modest and accepted the compliment graciously.
It is simply impossible for an ordinary person to reach his current ability without several years of training and a certain level of talent.
He thought for a moment and suggested, "The intelligence mentioned that the fighting power of the fishmen is enhanced after nightfall. Why don't we divide the troops into two groups? One group has fewer people and is responsible for fighting during the day. The other group has more people and is responsible for fighting at night."
"I was just about to discuss the division with you. Then I will be in charge of the night watch."
Savachi felt that his comrade only had half a month to advance to the third-level extraordinary person, and might not be able to handle real hand-to-hand combat, so he decided to work harder himself.
"Okay," Crowne accepted happily, "I'll be in charge of the night when we return."
The two men divided the combat troops into groups, and the group responsible for night watch returned to the cabin to sleep.
"Thank you for your hard work next," Savage bowed slightly, then left with his personal guards.
Looking at the backs of the other people leaving, a golden light flashed in Clown's eyes.
[Shooting: 2235/5000; Level 3]
With a satisfied smile, he said to Del, "Help me find a batch of bullets."
He wanted to take this opportunity to upgrade his shooting skills and see what kind of special effects it would bring.
His strong physical fitness meant that he didn't feel tired at all even after firing so many shots.
The river is surging, the flags are fluttering, it's the right time to gain experience.
(End of this chapter)