Warlord: King of All Clans

The knights with superb riding skills, led by the mid-level knight captain, rode their horses at a quick trot, and when they were within a hundred meters of the enemy, they began to sprint.

More than a hundred armored cavalrymen launched a charge with an astonishing momentum.

The already tall and majestic heavy war horses of the North, covered in iron armor and armed to the teeth with plate armor knights, are like steel beasts when they charge.

The heavy iron hooves stepped on the ground, stirring up a thick cloud of dust, as if a metal torrent emerged from another dimension.

Because it was a patchwork order of knights, the quality of their horses and members varied, so they were unable to form neat spear formations like the Earl's elite troops.

But when it comes to charging and confronting, even the wolf cavalry still finds it difficult to deal with.

The Petukhov family cavalry, which was slightly inferior to the Western Border cavalry, had begun to loosen their formation and tried to disperse in the face of such an enemy.

Even the war horses under their feet felt threatened, and they shook their heads nervously, showing signs of resistance to their riders.

The Petukhov family infantry position not far away also felt tremendous pressure from the sudden sound of horse hooves behind them, and many soldiers looked back frequently.

Those longbowmen who still had some arrows and were roaming around the infantry corps and shooting in scattered formations couldn't help but turn around and shoot at the armored knights.

But their arrows were powerful enough to penetrate the mail armor of the infantry, but not the plate armor of the armored knights.

The sharp arrows shattered on their plate armor, leaving only scratches and pitting marks.

The mid-level knight who was leading the way found that the alien troops who were mixed in behind the enemy's infantry shield formation, instead of running away, raised their bronze columns and aimed at them.

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, the mid-level knight felt a little uneasy.

Although I have never seen artillery, according to common sense, a group of aliens pointing thick pipes at you are definitely not playing with them.

It's definitely a weapon.

Perhaps a ballista, capable of firing heavy arrows, or some new type of catapult, for hurling stones.

But the mid-level knight comforted himself that this was definitely not a high-end alchemical weapon.

A group of werewolves wearing animal skin shorts and a group of kobolds wearing torn linen shirts, what kind of advanced technology can they have?

More than half of the alien tribes in the wilderness are able to forge iron tools.

Then I will let you witness the horror of the Armored Knights.

The mid-level knight led the knights without hesitation and rushed towards the group of aliens blocking the way.

The minotaur Strong had already driven the mammoth to the artillery position, shouting and urging the werewolves to set up the gun barrels.

As for the ogres who had already loaded their ammunition, some stood on the gun barrels and watched, while others simply rode on the werewolves' heads and looked into the distance.

There were also many gnolls fighting with each other for the right to ignite and fire.

But more of the kobolds were already frightened by the approaching might of the armored cavalry, and they whimpered and hid behind the werewolves or lay on the ground.

The mature and wise werewolves looked helplessly at these mentally retarded teammates and could only urge them to return to their battle posts by scolding and kicking them.

By the time the armored knights approached a hundred meters, Strong had already adjusted the mammoth's position and shouted to his artillerymen, "First team, fire!"

The Kobold artillery team was divided into three teams by Strong, each responsible for operating ten bronze cannons and five iron-forged cannons.

The five iron-forged cannons of the first team are also blessed with a stabilizing magic circle. They have better performance than bronze cannons, larger barrel calibers, and can fire more projectiles.

Within five seconds, the five most powerful shotguns rushed to spew out flames and make a deafening noise.

The dense barrage of bullets instantly covered the area hundreds of meters in front of him.

The mid-level knight who was leading the way felt a sudden shock all over his body, then he raised his head and fell off his horse.

The personal guards around him were also thrown to the ground, and fist-sized dents appeared on the armor of their horses and knights.

Blood, flesh, internal organs, and bone fragments gushed out from inside.

Some knights who were hit by dense bullets were even torn to pieces. Their heads and limbs, with flying iron sheets, splattered on the knights behind them. The blood, like ink, blocked their vision.

More than a dozen armored cavalrymen rolled forward and turned into a pile of broken copper and iron with blood flowing.

The armored knights behind had no time to adjust their direction and stumbled one after another, causing the formation to become chaotic.

Strong stood high on the mammoth, waving the battle flag in his hand vigorously, and mooed and shouted: "Second team, fire! Fire!"

The ogre artillerymen below stared at him stupidly, their ears pressed tightly against their foreheads. Although this protected their hearing from the roar of the artillery, they could not hear Strong's voice at all.

As for the military flag signals, even though I have studied them for several months, I just can’t use them!

The werewolf who also had his ears pressed against his ear holes was much smarter. He bared his teeth and urged the six kobold artillerymen in his hands to work.

The second artillery team opened fire hastily, barely completing Strong's order.

But there were also two cannons that had been fired as soon as the first team fired, and were now busy cleaning the barrels and loading gunpowder.

The ogre artilleryman's face was distorted with anxiety, and he was so panicked that he stuffed all his treasured bone biscuits into the barrel of the gun.

After the first artillery team fired, they also urgently reloaded, but it was obviously too late. The ogre artillerymen who were forging one of the cannons looked at each other in silence.

Their cleaning rods were knocked out.

Various emergencies could make the commander furious, but Strong was already very satisfied, because this was much better than before, at least the dog in his hand had not escaped.

These twenty-five shotguns are the product of Hewan's secondary processing. They have gone beyond the scope of the Gnoll people's homemade cannons. They have a fixed amount of powder and standardized operating procedures, and have the ability to kill stably, rather than relying entirely on luck.

But early artillery always had the risk of exploding and accidentally injuring teammates, and Leo was unwilling to see the River Bend craftsmen he had carefully trained switch to artillery and then die on the battlefield.

These ogres who followed Strong to study artillery were very useful. Although they were stupid and afraid of death, they were immersed in the power of gunpowder and possessed strength they had never had before.

And I always feel that this shot should not explode.

The finger-sized iron shotgun shells can fly up to 800 meters when fired from a cannon, and can still kill unarmored targets at 300 meters.

But Strong still operated them according to the standards of homemade muskets and earth cannons, that is, he waited until the enemy approached within a hundred meters before firing.

At this distance, the heavy projectiles fired are enough to create a fist-sized blood hole in the thick plate armor of a knight, and can also penetrate the body of a mail-armored soldier and easily tear the flesh.

Although it could only be considered a small field mortar, the combined fire of twenty-five shotguns and nearly a thousand iron bullets fired at close range still caused the armored knights who rushed in front of them to be routed.