Warlord: King of All Clans

As soon as the first bullet fired from the Virgil rifle, Bjorn fell in love with this weapon that was tailor-made for him.

Master Virgil's craftsmanship is totally incomparable to that of ordinary gunsmiths in River Bay. He is not only a high-level extraordinary magician, but also a master of mechanical alchemy.

With the help of the high-refined alchemy table in the Mage Tower, he hand-made this rifle. The texture and precision of the materials of each part far exceeded the assembly line products of the River Bay Rifle Workshop.

The finely crafted Virgil rifle is simple, elegant and beautiful.

Even the sound of the gunshots was clear and transparent, rather than the violent roar of an ordinary musket.

As for the huge recoil that ordinary people's shoulders could not bear and the nearly twenty-pound gun body, in Bjorn's eyes, they were small problems that could be overcome.

Leo was also very satisfied with this alien version of the large-caliber Mini rifle, and hoped that Master Virgil could continue to make some, preferably so that he could create an extraordinary sniper team.

But Master Virgil was unwilling to waste time making repetitive works. He set his sights on the steam engine in Hewan and was very optimistic about its prospects.

Master Virgil had long been in charge of the construction of alchemical airships in the Free State of the Islands. He had a profound understanding of dynamics, and after a few exchanges with Master Morse, he had a thorough understanding of the principles of the steam engine and began to study it.

Given the current industrial base of Riverbend, Master Virgil here is like the master of building blocks entering a child's room.

The Virgil rifle has reached the limit of Hewan's basic technology, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in the steam engine.

The two men exchanged a few words, and then Basarov and Marvin came up to report the damage.

Marvin's artillery regiment suffered no casualties.

They hid behind the centurion and hardly showed their heads, and there were musketeers in front of them to cover them, so the enemies on the opposite side never had any encounter with them.

Basarov's musketeers lost more than twenty men.

These musketeers are essentially no different from the archers defending the city, and they will naturally be targeted by enemy archers if they stick their heads out to shoot.

Fortunately, the long-range archers of the Abros Legion were defeated too quickly, and not many archers were able to get within range.

Bjorn gave priority to the surviving archers, and the stronger they were, the faster they died.

Faced with such close to zero casualties, they should have been happy, but Marvin and Basarov both looked unhappy.

Strong, who had been watching the entire process, also came over and was puzzled when he saw this: "How come you won the battle but it's the same as if you lost?"

The power displayed by the River Bend standard muskets and the centurion cannons made Strong so excited that his hair stood on end. In comparison, the centurion and kobold muskets in his hands were just a bunch of inferior homemade guns and cannons.

Unfortunately, Leo was still wary of this powerful figure in the river bend and was unwilling to let him take control of the real power, so he could only follow him around and act as an adviser.

This minotaur was not a naughty kid like Six, but a big naughty kid who could make trouble. Leo was afraid that if he gave him an artillery regiment, he would reach the southern imperial capital in no time.

As the head of the corps, Leo knew exactly what Marvin and Basarov were worried about. "How is the ammunition consumption?"

Basarov said: "The musketeers have consumed an average of two ammunition packs, which means 24 bullets. We can fight this level of battle for three more times at most."

The musket bullets in Hewan are all wrapped in paper. In order to prevent gunpowder leakage and moisture, every twelve bullets are bundled together with kraft paper to form an ammunition package.

Because the caliber of the bullet is large, a round lead bullet plus gunpowder and paper weighs more than 80 grams, and an ammunition bag weighs one kilogram.

The musketeers had a strong load-bearing capacity, but could only carry three ammunition bags, and the rest of the ammunition was transported in baggage wagons.

In the second half of this year, a new gunpowder workshop was added in Hewan, but the gunpowder reserves were still limited. On average, the ammunition allocated to the Musketeer Regiment for this expedition could only give each musketeer eighty rounds of bullets.

In fact, Hewan’s gunpowder production capacity is sufficient, but the frequency of wars is too high and war reserves cannot be stored at all.

However, this is much better than the crossbowmen of the friendly army next door. The empire's regular army crossbowmen only have forty crossbow arrows, while the conscripted crossbowmen only have twenty of their own crossbow arrows.

Ma Wen also said: "I am in even greater trouble here. With a battle like this, I can't finish two rounds. I can only have one more."

Leo couldn't help but say, "You were too excited just now."

Marvin was ashamed. After entering the battle, the huge damage caused by the artillery made Marvin, the commander, fall into a war frenzy. He commanded the artillery in his hands to bomb indiscriminately and reap the lives of the enemy.

Even when the enemy was in disarray and fleeing, he couldn't help but add another round of shooting.

In the face of twenty thousand-man cannons, the ammunition consumed by seven hundred musketeers was pitifully small.

As satisfying as it was to bombard it before, it is as sad to count the assets now.

This is not a war, this is just throwing money away.

Whether it is gunpowder or lead bullets, they are strategic reserve materials in Hewan, and they are not cheap. You can't get as much as you want.

Seeing that the two new army officers were dejected, Leo clapped his hands and comforted them, "Why are you panicking? I was just worried that we wouldn't have enough ammunition to finish the war, so I chose to fight the Abros Legion head-on here. Now that the strongest enemy has been defeated by us, it's time to slack off."

"As for the remaining enemies, that's Count Hermann's business. We just need to wait for the distribution of the spoils."

After hearing this, the two of them cheered up and smiled.

The only difference between the new Hewan Army and the old army is that it has an additional consumption of ammunition, which puts greater pressure on logistics.

As long as the old-style army has enough food and grass, it can still provide considerable combat effectiveness even without arrows and ammunition.

But once the new army loses its ammunition supply, its combat effectiveness will drop by 90%.

Especially Marvin's artillery regiment. The artillerymen are all from academic backgrounds and have better learning ability than hand-to-hand combat ability. Although they also have physical fitness and close combat training subjects, compared with regular infantry, they are just a group of young and strong men with straw forks.

The crippled Abros Legion did not retreat to the city of Ilanrado, but took a shortcut back to the city of Abros in the territory of Beboos.

They are just here to take advantage of the situation and will definitely not share life and death with Victor of Ilanrado.

Leo had no intention of letting Godwin go, so he wrote a letter and asked Rigolav, who was in charge of Isembol, to come forward and severely condemn the illegal invasion of Lord Arbroath.

If there was no proper war reparations, next year he would lead his army down the Anzeno River and repeat the events of twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago, there was a great war between the Count Fruilov family and the Beboos family. Both sides gathered tens of thousands of elite soldiers and fought bloodily on the banks of the Anzeno River.

In the end, the Count Fruilov family won a tragic victory. For the next twenty years, the Bebos family had no intention of moving westward, until now, the Counties of Fruilov have been divided into four parts.

Although this happened a generation ago, Lord Godwin, who is nearly 40 years old, must still remember it.