The strongest captain: I have a pirate system

Looking at the army in a defensive position under the city wall, Trionda smiled, and finally didn't have to rush those damn ditches.

This journey has lost more than 2000 soldiers and horses, and a few hundred people have been added later. Now Trionda has less than 9000 soldiers in his hands, so he has to save some money.

"Your Excellency, must we take this town?" A nobleman beside Trionda asked.

"Isn't this nonsense!" Trionda scolded unceremoniously, "Don't you even have this basic common sense? When did the nobles of Crimanda become so incompetent!"

The nobleman blushed from being reprimanded, and the nobleman next to him hurriedly explained: "There are thousands of people here. If we go around, what if they attack our logistics? If there are too few soldiers left behind, we can't fight. If there are too many left behind, the front line The number of troops will be reduced, and this town must be taken down!"

Trionda ignored some short-sighted people and summoned all the army commanders to prepare for the next day's attack.

He didn't want to fight to the death on the first day. Obviously, the opponent had been waiting for a long time. Using a tired army to attack the enemy who was recharging their energy was to seek death.

The next day, Trionda's army marched out of the camp with the sound of the horn, and the army of the small town also immediately left the city to form an array after hearing the sound of the horn. It was three poles high in the sun, and nearly ten thousand soldiers were divided into more than a dozen square formations. Rice fields outside the town.

The recent rainy weather has made the ground more muddy, so the action is relatively slow. Trionda doesn't care, because he has already noticed the black clouds gathering in the sky. Wait a while, and the weapon that the opponent is proud of will be invalid up.

Brand also saw the dark clouds in the sky, and he immediately adjusted his subordinates. The musketeers returned to the town and used the shelter to shoot down the city, while the spearmen leaned against the city wall and defended against their opponents with a dense phalanx shock.

Seeing the opponent's deadly musketeers returning to the town, Trionda showed a disdainful smile: "It's powerful, but also has great shortcomings. Those guys actually want to equip such things."

"Grand Duke, if it rains, our crossbow strings will also fail due to wet water!" Dale, the new commander of the cavalry, said.

Trionda really didn't expect this. She has been distracted by the endless gadgets all the time, and didn't notice that the rain is also a threat to her bow and crossbow.

"The second battalion presses up." Then we couldn't wait any longer, the infantry stepped forward with shields, and the crossbowmen covered from behind.

The trebuchet equipped in the town began to launch, and the huge stone fell in a graceful arc in mid-air and fell on the crowd, which made the infantry in the phalanx commotion, but the noble commanders mixed in quickly suppressed the commotion, after all These are soldiers brought out by the nobles, and their hearts are relatively tough.

Soon, the noble infantry approached the phalanx of the spearmen against the arrows shot from the top of the opponent's city. The two sides fought fiercely at the beginning, and some people fell in front of the two sides constantly, and then were dragged back by their own people.

Seeing that his opponent was approaching the musket range, Brand immediately asked the musketeer to shoot with all his might.

The Red Shirts on the top of the city are in a group of three, one person is responsible for loading the gunpowder, the other is responsible for loading the projectile and adding the fuse to pull down the hammer, and the last person is holding the feathered arrows flying over his head and shooting at the densely packed Crowd shooting.

The efficiency brought about by this is very high. The fire guns on the city wall rang out, because the opponents stood densely, and ordinary shields could not stop the fire guns, so every time there was a sound on the city, a rebel soldier fell down.

After a long fight, Trionda had no choice but to order the withdrawal of the troops. The spearmen who were left outside the city resisted desperately because they could not escape, which made the noble private soldiers unable to do anything to them for a while.

And the muskets at the top of the city continued to shoot, which also brought great psychological pressure to the soldiers under the city. If the fighting continued, the second battalion might collapse directly.

The second battalion was withdrawn, and new effective forces were added to continue to attack the spearmen under the city.

At this time, it was time to consider the will to fight, but the spearmen who had nowhere to escape were more bloody than them. When Trionda was rotated into the third group, they even cheered.

"boom……"

Instead of firing artillery, it was thunder, and a heavy rain poured down in the sweltering noon, which lowered the temperature of the battlefield and forced both sides to stop temporarily.

After the heavy rain, large and small pools of blood formed on the ground, and even the trenches used to block traffic from the enemy were filled with blood.

"Grand Duke, how long will we be able to defeat them if we continue to rotate like this?" Someone expressed doubts about Trionda's approach.

Because of the opponent's status, Trionda had no choice but to give a simple explanation: "Don't worry, they won't last long."

why?
On the third day, they finally found out, and a group of troops holding a blue sky banner appeared in their field of vision.

The troops from the Kingdom of Bolivia came outside the town. These dark-skinned Bolivians looked out of place with the local people, as if they were half yellow, but they belonged to the cultural circle of the empire. The big island to the south and east to Crimanda.

The nobles finally knew why. Bolivia is the most powerful exporting country of mercenaries in the Elsa Federation. When the empire faced Saban, these brave Bolivia mercenaries often appeared.

Unexpectedly, Grand Duke Trionda actually recruited thousands of Bolivia mercenaries.

After consuming the small town of Garic for so long, the addition of these fresh troops excited the private army of the nobles, and these mercenaries played a great role in the first battle.

Brand also saw these fresh troops. Although he didn't know what these flags represented, he knew the artillery that accompanied these enemies!
This group of people was not easy to mess with. Brand didn't dare to let the spearmen line up outside the city, because they might disperse after being bombarded a few times.

So Brand ordered the whole army to move into the city, this is to prepare for street fighting with the enemy.

Trionda saw the opponent's reaction and didn't care. He let the artillery bombard desperately until the city wall collapsed, and he let the mercenaries attack.

These brave mercenaries poured into the city in scattered formations, only then did they realize that there were small obstacles in every street.

"kill!"

The Bolivian mercenaries rushed over shouting, carrying crossbows and shooting at them while charging.

"Let go!" The dozen or so musketeers fired directly, regardless of who they were, and after one round, another round followed.

Rows of mercenaries fell directly on the ground, and the mercenaries behind were still bravely moving forward, advancing one after another. When they got close, they jumped in and fought with the musketeers.

Soon the streets and alleys were filled with the sounds of fierce battles. Trionda stood on the city wall, waved his hand, and a group of noble private soldiers in heavy armor rushed towards the town through the gap.