Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 818 - 80 Mason_3

Chapter 818: Chapter 80 Mason_3 Chapter 818: Chapter 80 Mason_3 The affiliated troops had successfully seized control, and now the most elite armored guards were to burst through the city walls to expand their victories.

The Terdun nobleman awarded this great honor was called Moritz, from the family of the fire makers’ mother.

“Herde gods above!” Moritz roared, charging through the city gate at the forefront, “Leave no one behind!”

The other Terdun armored fighters followed closely, screaming weirdly, howling fiercely, and laughing cruelly as they followed Kota into the city gate.

However… where were the bipeds?

Moritz realized there was another wall ahead and abruptly reined in his warhorse. The following cavalry couldn’t evade in time and crashed into him.

It was only by the light of the fire baskets that Moritz realized what was in front of him was not another wall, but a linked convoy of wagons.

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“Ambush!” Moritz’s eyes nearly burst with despair as he bellowed, “Retreat!”

The gate came crashing down.

With a flash of cold steel, Moritz’s face was left with a gaping bloody hole. His hands flailed weakly backward and then his body slowly at first, then swiftly, fell from the saddle.

“Open fire,” Colonel Moritz, with a slight drunkenness, turned his head and ordered Sergeant Mason.

Blacksmith Mason—temporarily appointed as a sergeant—cried out with a sobbing voice, “Open fire!” and then pulled the firing lever.

The other civilian musketeers also gritted their teeth and held their breath as they pressed down on their firing levers.

The cavalry that lost their speed were sitting ducks, and the Terdun armored soldiers panicked. Several Terdun men stepped onto their horses’ backs and jumped towards the city wall, hoping to get over to the other side.

Another burly Terdun armored warrior burst into a wild rage, leaping directly onto a wagon, slashing his way into the ranks of the civilian musketeers, and with one swing partially severed the shoulder of a Paratu in front of him.

The citizens of Revodan had never seen such a sight; those who were normally the most boastful were now so scared they wet their pants, while others simply threw away their guns and ran.

Moritz raised his hand, and no one could see clearly what he did, but the barbaric brute instantly dropped dead.

Moritz raised his hand again, and the leading citizen felt a sharp pain in his knee, collapsing to the ground.

“Don’t run!” Cried the rotund blacksmith Mason as he reloaded his musket, “Do you think you’ll live if you run? Keep fighting the barbarians!”

Meanwhile, Richard Mason had already led his cavalry to cleanly dispatch the infiltrators who tried to sneak attack Simon Gate.

The Terdun Tribe’s affiliated troops attacked Simon Gate, but it was the South Gate that had just been opened. Simon Gate was the decoy, and so was the South Gate.

The labor crews were managed under military law with daily headcounts. Knowing how much bread was baked each day meant knowing how many people were in each labor crew.

Learning of the continuous disappearances, Mason had to prepare for the worst-case scenario—there were Terdun spies inside the city.

But with too many refugees and too few men, Mason found it hard to carry out an investigation. If a large-scale search for spies created panic amongst the city residents, it would do more harm than good.

“Leave some alive,” Mason ordered, shaking the blood from his sabre and trying to stabilize his breathing uneven from the intense exertion, “Sergeant Ivan!”

“Yes!”

“Secure Simon Gate.”

“Yes!”

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“Gentlemen! Sergeant Mason at the South Gate is still waiting for us,” Mason said with an inviting smile, “Let’s not keep him anxious.”

No sooner had he spoken than he spurred his horse and took off. The other riders quickly followed suit.

Outside the city walls, the Terdun Cavalry encountered a huge problem.

That was the “remarkably short” walls the fire makers spoke of, which were, in reality, not short at all but rather too tall to surmount.

This was a “wall and moat combined” fortification; this was a wall that Captain Richard Mason had specially prepared for the Terdun people.