These people simply held something like a long stick horizontally in front of them and pressed a small pull ring. A burst of fire gushed out with a loud noise, and then those fierce cavalrymen fell off their horses one by one.
"Sir Lin, what kind of weapon is this? Is it the power of magic?" Redel asked with great curiosity.
"No, it should be said that this is the power of technology!" Lin En said with a smile.
"Technology?" Reddle paused, looking confused.
"That's right!" Lin En nodded. "To put it bluntly, whether it's a musket or a cannon, in the final analysis, it's just throwing stones with greater force!"
Ham, who was eavesdropping on the side, had a very strange expression on his face. He thought that this mysterious adult must be joking. How could such a powerful weapon be associated with throwing stones?
Phillip and the others also had a look of confusion, but they could not refute Lin En's words. After all, the other party was right. The principle of the musket was to use the impact force generated by the flame and explosion to throw stones! "How about it, did you see anything?" Lin En asked with a straight face.
"The number of people in the musketeers is still too small. If those cavalrymen had not retreated just now, they might have really rushed over..." Orlando said thoughtfully.
The effective range of the flintlock rifle is only about eighty or ninety meters, which means a charge for the cavalry. If it weren't for the double deterrence of artillery and muskets that made those people lose their courage, there would probably be considerable casualties.
"The firing rate is the biggest drawback of this thing. It would be great if it could load two or even three bullets at a time!" Orlando said with emotion.
Philip shook his head. He felt that this flintlock rifle was already a perfect creation. If it could fire more times, then a skilled gunner would be more powerful than many wizard apprentices or even first-ring wizards.
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"Don't panic. Those followers of the evil god won't be rampant for long. The great Lord of the Stars is watching us from the depths of the Kingdom of God. Those who died bravely in the battle will receive eternal glory in the Lord's Kingdom of God..."
On the other side of the battlefield, Archduke Rickman shouted loudly, trying to maintain order in the legion, but his voice was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was not as calm as he appeared to be.
Rickman is in a difficult situation at this moment.
Since this action concerned the throne, when he assembled the army to march south to attack, he reorganized the troops with the mentality of using all his strength even if it meant a lion fighting a rabbit. Not only did he bring along the personal soldiers of the nobles, he even brought a cavalry team of two thousand people.
Such a force is more than enough to deal with a small miner uprising, and even as the main force to conquer a kingdom! Who would have thought that among those ragged miners, thousands of well-trained regular soldiers with strange weapons suddenly emerged, beating his cavalry regiment to pieces, and even wizards were involved, bombarding them with magic...
The cavalry brigade that fled in panic eventually managed to return to the formation, but at the cost of nearly half of their men being killed or wounded.
Most people died from the blows of muskets and artillery, but many also fell from being trampled by their teammates or collided with while fleeing...
Seeing the miserable plight of these people, Joyce's forehead broke out in sweat. Fortunately, the reckless Johnson blocked the disaster for him, otherwise he would be the one dying on the battlefield.
So many wizards and a legion of thousands of people appeared in the earldom at the same time, mixed with the rioting miners. As the lord, Joyce could not possibly be unaware of it!
And now think about it, how could a few unorganized miners drive Joyce, the lord, out of his territory? It was clearly the believers of the evil god who provided help behind the scenes!
Joyce didn't mention a word about all this information. Rickman couldn't help but wonder if the other party was a spy sent by the second prince. No wonder that man sat firmly in the capital and didn't seem anxious at all.
Some of the nobles present wanted to skin Joyce alive on the spot.
Faced with the Grand Duke's questioning, Joyce was speechless. After all, he really knew nothing about the power behind these miners.
"Now is not the time to ask for accusations, Rickman. Let's find a way to end this battle first, and then slowly settle the accounts after we return..." Archbishop Nord said in a deep voice. The priests behind him erected a series of solid divine barriers to block the incoming artillery fire.
But they obviously couldn't take care of every corner of the battlefield and could only protect a small area in the center of the battlefield.
The sound of gunfire continued, and Nord was extremely anxious. Could it be that the magic of these wizards was unlimited?
Rickman pushed Joyce away in anger, and then calmed down a little and asked solemnly, "Bishop Nord, do you have a way to use magic to eliminate those wizards hiding in the valley?"
This is the key to breaking the deadlock! As for those musketeers holding strange weapons? After the initial shock, Rickman soon realized a shortcoming of this weapon, which is that the range is less than 100 meters.
Once the cavalry brigade crossed this distance, the weapons in their hands would no longer be able to penetrate the armor, and the musketeers would immediately stop shooting.
The effective throwing distance of the longbow is about 130 meters. They can fully utilize the advantage of the long-range throwing ability of the bow and arrow and use the bow and arrow to fight back in places where the opponent cannot reach.
Then the heavy armored infantry with shields would slowly advance, standing in front to attract the attention of these people. The remaining thousand-odd cavalry would attack from both wings, driving away the miners and forcing them to squeeze the musketeers inside to disrupt their actions...
Rickman, a veteran of the battlefield, was undoubtedly sharp-sighted. After calming down, he quickly thought of a way to deal with the situation. However, the most important problem was to stop the round bullets that kept flying from the valley, otherwise their longbowmen would not be able to stand at all.
Nord wondered what kind of magic could span a distance of hundreds of meters and still retain enough power.
"We can beg the great Lord to bring down the Last Judgment and burn everything with the eternal fire of purgatory, but... we need some time to gain the Lord's mercy!" Nord said slowly.
(End of this chapter)