Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 255: Combined Forces

Private armaments of the aristocrats of the territory of the Principality of Kanas had been blocked on the hillside for four days, and the night attack planned on the first night had been thought to be 100 per cent victorious, but no one had expected the enemy to be ready. They broke down the highway, dug a huge pit, and drove over two hundred elite people into the pit, falling into the valley. Until dawn, the nobles of the Territory sent down to the valley to search, and only forty or fifty survivors were rescued who had fallen seriously injured.

This first batch finally awakened the aristocrats of the territory of the Principality of Kanas, who were filled with the idea of robbing the rich, and they understood that if they wanted to go to the southern three counties to rob, they must first defeat the enemies guarding Squirrel Village through the bend ahead. But unfortunately, they went to great lengths over the past four days to remain out of reach of the Squirrel Village defensive positions, and the only harvest, apart from an increase of five or six hundred casualties, was the discovery of more than one major pit trap on the mountain path ahead.

The big pit on the road is impossible to fill, let alone the bottom of the pit is empty, leading to the valley next to it, the dirt thrown in will follow the path of the pit to the valley. It's just that you can't send people to work to fill the pit. As soon as you rush past the corner, those carrying earthen stones will be the target of the enemy. As the gunfire of the defensive position is knocked down one by one...

The time available is the night, under the cover of darkness, which reduces the target accuracy of enemy gunfire. But what afflicts the nobles of the Territory is that they must also light the torch at night, otherwise they will not be able to see clearly. But lighting a torch is like guiding the enemy in the direction of shooting, and in the light of the torch, everyone can see exactly what to do here.

The hillside is already somewhat narrow, especially at the corner, and it takes a lot of people to move it if you want to tie it up into a wooden row and lay it on top of the big pit in front of it. But when the bend was turned and moved, it was immediately heavily bombarded by enemy artillery, and the log plates that had been painstakingly cut from far behind were scattered into the valley by artillery shelling, causing dozens of civilian casualties.

The second time the wooden platoon was moved, it did not light the torch, and it was carried out in the dark. As a result, several porters in front of them stomped off at the corner of the bend, even rolled logs into the valley, pissed off the nobles of several supervised territories and dried up in the middle of the night for nothing. But they can't help it. The food that these colonists are responsible for transporting is not as nutritious as the territorial nobility. It would be nice to be able to fill their bellies. Most of the colonists have some night-blindness at night. It is normal to not see the road in the dark.

Finally, the marching Baron Quinrona came up with an idea, not to use logs, but to recruit woodworkers to do some light ladders, crawl over the ground at night, lay the ladders on top of the pit, and then cover them with wooden slabs, so that they could pass through. Though it's not as solid as placing logs on it, it's hard to make it past.

Count Lloyd Cade once again organized a night raid, selecting 100 elites from his own colonists and guards, as well as a hundred other territorial nobles. Two hundred machete warriors who were able to see the road at night launched another attack on the Squirrel Village enemy's defensive position. It's just that they just ran less than forty steps, the road ahead collapsed again, and another big pit appeared on the mountain path.

But lucky this time, the number of people who fell into the great pit was more than 30, and the last few who fell into it were simply hit by people who couldn't hold their back. More fortunately, this big pit doesn't connect to the valley by the mountain, it's a real pit. It's just that the bottom of this pit is densely and numbly inserted with sharpened branches and wooden spears. Those who fall must die or be injured. Screaming and crying for help are intertwined, and the smell of blood flutters...

The silver moon happened to reveal its face from the clouds, and the bleak white moonlight showcased the sight of the trap in front of the warrior by the pit. Thirty of the bad luck people who fell in stacked up at the bottom of the trap, and they wore long sharp branches and wooden spears, and even a wooden spear penetrated the bodies of three or four people, looking like dead fish waiting to be barbecued. A few dying wretches twisted their bodies on the branches and wooden spears, trying to pull the wooden spears out, but they couldn't...

The smell of blood is getting worse and the screaming and crying for help are getting lighter and lighter. I don't know which machete warrior was stimulated by the sight I saw. In short, someone screamed and turned to flee first, and the rest of them all turned to follow. Soldiers in the defensive positions fired desperately at their large group, leaving only 20 of them behind.

No territorial nobility has proposed any more night raids, from the corner to the defensive positions of the enemies of Squirrel Village, estimated to be two or three hundred meters long. Two major pit traps have now been found on the highway nearly 100 metres ahead. So one hundred and seventy and eighty meters away, at least three or four big pits await you. If you want to fill a pit or lay a wooden ladder on it within the fire cover of artillery and guns, you don't know how much casualty costs. Perhaps these more than 4,000 people will have to fill in at least half of them, most painfully beaten and unable to fight back.

In four days, the nobles of the territory of the Principality of Kanas have paid 7,800 casualties, almost two thirds of their total strength. If a further 10 per cent of the casualties were added, they would guarantee the collapse of the remaining Uzi people. After all, the conscripts were also prepared to make money in the three southern counties, and they did not expect to die here in Squirrel Village.

The nobles of the territory of the Principality of Kanas are now oppressing their forces and trying to calm their men before they flee in the middle of the night. On the other hand, the hope rests with the territorial nobility of the Principality of Eskilin, hoping that they will reach the defensive positions of the enemies of Squirrel Village sooner rather than later, in order to rescue themselves. Only agents sent to contact them overnight reported that the nobility of the territory of the Principality of Eskirin had been ambushed by the enemy, causing heavy casualties and had also been dragged down the hillside.

The journey of the nobility of the territory of the Principality of Eskirin, which is more than a thousand people, was delayed by one day before the journey of the Principality of Kanas. It is noteworthy, however, that this thousand people consists essentially of armed militias of the nobles of the various territories, mostly armed with guns and carrying four light live artillery guns, the same guns that Major Ledfank once brought to Claude, which should be quite combative.

Unlike the nobility of the territory of the Principality of Kanas, the nobility of the territory of the Principality of Eskirin sent a scouting squad as a forward, approximately three miles from the large army, in strict compliance with the march regulations. As Claude ordered, Diavid, who moved the cordon forward, struck the scout squad and set up an ambush to annihilate it.

By the time the great forces of the nobility of the territory of the Principality of Eskilin arrived, more than a dozen soldiers had been left in the wilderness as reprimands, and the guns and valuable things around them had been cleaned up. The nobles of the Territory, while angry, knew that the enemy had not retreated as they had anticipated, but had taken the initiative to strike, which had led them to be more cautious.

Once the bodies had been cleaned up, they sent a squadron to scout and to maintain a distance of about a mile from the large forces in order to receive them. Diavid saw that the enemy had changed the way he marched and had also proactively changed the way he ambushed, letting three of his soldiers in a group lurk beside the road, retreating in one round and never giving the enemy a chance to retaliate.

This method of sneaking cold guns afflicts the territorial nobles of the Principality of Eskilin, as the enemy no longer focuses only on reprisals in front of them, but sometimes lets go of the larger forces behind them. A more unlucky territorial nobleman, dressed more playfully on horseback, ended up being the target of a sneak attack by the enemy, all three guns aimed at him, directly causing two of this unlucky nobleman to fall off the horse and die.

Three sneakers, on the other hand, fled to their deaths at a distance of about 100 metres. Two rows of guns were fired from the nobles of the Territory, but they were unprepared. Afraid a squadron was sent to hunt him down, and the squadron was introduced into the ambush circle set up by Diavid by three soldiers who had fled their lives, almost completely overthrown under the siege of three squadrons. Had it not felt wrong for the aristocrats of the Territory to hear the gunshots and send two more squadrons to take over and force Diavid to lead the retreat, it would have been fearful that even ten soldiers could have survived this poor squadron...

As a result, by the time the camp was set up at night, the nobles of the territory of the Principality of Eskilin had discovered that they had lost seventy or eighty casualties on that day, while the enemy's casualties were estimated at less than four or five. This gives them the feeling of kicking to the iron plate, and the other nobleman who died in a sneak attack has taught them a lesson and must not be too brilliant to be the target of ambushes. So the next day, all the territorial nobles changed into old military uniforms and tried to break up with their soldiers.

In three days, the nobles of the Territory had dragged less than eighty miles down the mountain lane, and the ghostly ambush attackers had caused nearly two hundred casualties to the private armaments of the nobles of the Territory in three days. Territorial aristocrats are not unaware of ways to retaliate, but guns in helpless hands are a big part of enemy equipment that differs in performance and utility. Threat shooting against the enemy requires forming a queue of your own soldiers, but it often makes your own soldiers the target of the enemy.

The Obash T-3 has a maximum range of 380 meters, and 240 meters is an effective damage range, meaning the most powerful damage within that range. Precise targeting ranges between 100 meters and 120 meters, making it easy for a gun to float further away.

So the noblemen of the Duchy of Eskirin's territory, if they order their soldiers to line up and shoot with fire against those who sneak up on them, are in Diavid's mind. Because he had his soldiers ambush his enemies in groups of three, each surrounded by one or two other groups of responders. The first group retreated immediately after the sneak fire, and when the enemy was queued for full fire, it became the target of the other two groups. As long as you can hold the gun down, you also have a hit rate of more than 50% from 200 meters away...

For the nobles of these territories of the Principality of Eskilin, they are now in a very embarrassing and dangerous situation. They are not incapable of dealing with these small groups of enemies that have been attacked by harassment, but in fact, as long as casualties are tolerated, soldiers under their command are chased in squadron sizes, along several tracks, supported by each other, and they do not give up their purpose, even if the casualties are greater, they can also destroy these flea-like enemies.

But no one is willing to come up with this idea, because these thousand people are the private armies of the nobles of the territories and the families depend on force. Nobles in no territory are willing to drain their own militias. Everyone expects others to come forward courageously. Everyone wants to preserve their own family armaments. So these three days became very difficult, and all the territorial nobles hoped that the territorial nobility of the Principality of Kanas would seize Squirrel Village first, so that their enemies who harassed them would retreat themselves...

Diavid, their squadron is tired enough, and they've been running around the mountains for three days, harder than their enemies. Fortunately, their actions effectively delayed the march of the enemy, yielding good results, but their casualties were small, sacrificing only one unlucky soldier, injuring seven or eight, and now three squads remain fully staffed. So he decided to take a day off, watch his enemies far away, and let his soldiers regain some strength and spirit before insisting on ambush attacks.

It's just that Diavid didn't expect the enemy to stay in the camp he planted yesterday without leaving. I waited a day, and the next day the same. It made him wonder, so he sent someone to inform Claude to see what the enemy was up to.

Claude was woken up by McJackie as soon as he fell asleep, and he stayed up all night these days in response to the enemy's attack, taking time to sleep during the day. The noblemen of the territory of the Principality of Kanas are attacking at night, only occasionally during the day, knowing very well that an attack during the day will only make the soldiers targets. But now there's a big pit trap on the highway ahead, and they stopped torturing at night.

McClaude woke up because the nobles of the territory of the Principality of Kanas had withdrawn, and when he opened the window, he could see that a large group of men and horses were walking back on the distant highway. As can be seen from a single telescope, farmers and pastoralists dressed in rubbish and carrying weapons of all kinds are moving their footsteps down the mountain lane in frustration…

Soldiers cheered in the cantonment camp. When we saw a large group of enemies coming from the distant hillside, all the soldiers were pinching a sweat in their hearts. The number of enemies was too different, and no one really thought that they could be blocked at that bend, and they didn't die.

Claude didn't think it was possible that the nobles on the Duchy of Eskirin's side had been informed of the withdrawal of the nobles on the Duchy of Kanas' territory, so they were no longer marching and should be discussing countermeasures. If they're lucky, maybe they'll pull out too, then they've got Squirrel Village on their own.

But the next day, Diavid sent another urgent message, and everyone jumped in shock. Because Diavid reported that the territorial nobles of the Principality of Kanas had not withdrawn, but had arrived on the highway on the side of the Principality of Eskirin, where the territorial nobles of the two Principality had joined forces…