Chapter 274

After they climbed up the wall and stood still, Nicole nodded to the captain of the guard around her. The veteran over forty sounded his horn. When the soldiers heard the bugle, they sounded the war drum. In the rush of the drum, the young hired workers put down their work and left the city wall orderly under the leadership of the foreman. Hundreds of soldiers and thousands of young men poured out of the rear barracks, some with bows and arrows in their hands, and some pushed carts full of materials to climb the city wall quickly.

After a while, more than 2000 archers were in place. They were distributed evenly on the wall in groups of three. There were braziers beside them, and 40 stone throwing machines were ready to go.

These young militiamen seem to be in a hurry, but on the whole they are in good order. However, they are not experienced soldiers. They are well-trained for such performance.

Bishop Perot nodded secretly. Father URI's report was not exaggerated. The organizational ability of the York family was indeed extraordinary.

"What about the others?" Tacitus noticed that many young men went directly into the barracks, but did not come out to participate in the drill.

"3000 people defend, 3000 people prepare, 3000 people rest and change defense in turn. Only in this way can we stick to it for three months." Then bishop Perot asked Victor, "is that so, Lord Randall?"

Victor nodded and said, "Your Excellency, you're right."

Tacitus, a scholar and master, checked the ammunition on the catapult and said, "the flame bomb made of cow dung, hay and fire oil, the small catapult can cover an area of 400 to 1200 meters, and 2000 fire archers shoot ant people within 250 meters." Then he questioned again, "but... The young archers take turns to defend. Even if their physical strength can keep up, these rockets and flame bombs will always run out, and the bows and arrows and catapults will also be damaged. How can they hold on for three months?"

"So... What's that?!"

With the change of drum sound, 200 young militiamen pushed 100 cars out of the gap on the east side of the city wall. On the car was a one person tall hay ball. They were evenly distributed in front of the city wall in groups.

Nicole asked Sylvia, "madam, shall we start?"

"You decide."

Nicole nodded and shouted, "start practicing fire defense!"

The horn became loud into the clouds, and the drums shook the sky, deducing a blood boiling rhythm. The catapult fired in a salvo, and 40 burning firebombs dragged thick smoke, like meteors cutting through the sky, roared 1000 meters away. The militia outside the city wall lit the grass ball on the car. The driver lifted it up with the handlebar, and the grass ball rolled out along the steep slope. On the way, it became a big flaming fireball. The orange fireball didn't stop until 800 meters away. However, the young people outside the wall did not stay in place to wait and see. They retreated from the gap on the west side of the city wall. Another team of young people took their place with grass balls, ignited, wheeled and fireballs, rolled out and retreated again.

After four rounds, 800 meters below the city wall, hundreds of fireballs lit a wall of fire to separate the entrance of the slope. The hay scattered on the slope is also burning, and the slope is a sea of fire. Flames red the sky, smoke billowing, heat wave pressing, scholars standing on the wall can see the air distorted by the high temperature.

How can ant people attack such a sea of fire?

Scholars and bishops were stunned and speechless for a long time. Tacitus suddenly shouted, "no! Why is it still burning?"

Half an hour later, only bits and pieces of flame remained on the slope, and the fire wall was still burning tenaciously. Edwin laughed and said, "old friend, that's horse rejection!"

"Resist the horse?"

"Hey, hey, we use hemp rope to bind hay, wheat straw, dried cow dung and dead branches into a ball shape, and then sprinkle fire oil to make a flammable big grass ball. However, the center of the big grass ball is a horse resisting ball riveted with wood. When the non fire resistant part of the grass ball burns out, the horse resisting inside becomes a flame fence. If we don't rely on fire resistant wood, how can we stick for three months?" Edwin said with a smile.

"What a genius idea... Who came up with this method?" Tacitus murmured.

Edwin patted Victor affectionately on the shoulder and said to his old friend, "Viscount Victor Randall. What's up? I didn't lie to you?"

Tacitus nodded and said sincerely, "Your Excellency Randall, Edwin often said in front of me that you are a real genius. Now I agree with him very much!"

Victor bowed to master Tacitus. Just about to be modest, bishop Perot asked, "Lord Randall, your means are not over yet?"

Victor nodded and said, "all that's left is a matter of course." With that, another group of young men came out from the east side of the city wall. This time they no longer pushed cars, but dragged heavy logs, which were covered with a layer of hay. The young lit the hay and sent the rope open. The burning logs rolled down with a terrible momentum. Most of the rolling logs were stopped by the horse and turned into fuel for the fire wall, and a few were stuck in the middle of the slope to form a scattered fire fence. The whole slope turned into a sea of fire.

Bishop Perot had long received a detailed report from the Baron's stationed priest, but he was shocked to witness such a spectacular scene. He finally realized the mood described by father URI in the report.

This is beyond the power of knights or priests! This power is unmatched! And such power is created by mortals!

Bishop Perot imagined the scene of the attack of the ant army in his mind. The stone throwing probability on the wall first cut off the ant tide, and the hay ball turned the slope into a sea of fire to form a flame fence. Ant people bypass the fire fence and are greeted by heavy rolling logs. Rolling logs and resisting horses can burn for a long time. The fire wall formed by them is a natural barrier that ant people can't cross. The stone throwing machine ensures that ant people can't put out the fire wall, and the ant man leader who breaks through the fire wall faces thousands of rockets. Even if the rolling wood is stuck in the middle, the fire wall is nothing more than getting closer. As long as there is a steady flow of wood, we can hold it for half a year, not to mention three months!

Staring at the 400 meter slope paved with green bricks, Perot looked complex.

Father URI wrote in his report: for fire defense tactics, a small performance shall be held once a month, and a large performance shall be held from time to time. Drums and bugles represent different instructions. Orders and prohibitions must be carried out, their duties must be performed without panic and slowness, and advance and retreat in an orderly manner. We should also fully listen to the opinions of employees and consider all the details.

Once the beacon tower was lit, the Baron and Randall gathered 13000 militia in half a day, the York family supported 1000 elite soldiers in 10 days, the 3000 army arrived in 20 days, the reinforcements led by chebman and Buryat arrived in 20 days, and the allocation of materials and personnel was orderly. Such a big performance has been held three times, and it has become more and more successful!

This is Victor Viscount Randall's plan!

A 21-year-old young aristocrat can design such rigorous military operations. His envisaged defense tactics have broken the normal state of war. Logistics, training and cooperation are linked and impeccable, turning a group of ordinary people and a low wall into an ant nightmare!

Bishop Perot couldn't believe it and had to believe it!

Maybe this is genius

Victor is certainly not a genius. He learned all these things from movies and TV. There are few precedents of large legions in different worlds. Even centaurs and goblins are very intelligent. They can't fight hard battles. Only a flammable and fearless monster like ant man can be restrained by this shallow tactic.

King taling determined that the life cycle of ant man is no less than 10 years and no more than 20 years. The next ant tide is likely to happen ten years later. Victor didn't want to give his life to probability. He made many preparations, including hiding in a mountain fortress, flying away, sniping ant man leaders, and the most important thing is frontal defense. So as soon as he was free, he talked to Nicole and finally determined the fire defense strategy.

Defense tactics are part of the battle of the Legion, and the key to the successful exercise of tactics is the clergy of the church!

Victor spent a lot of time persuading the two priests. He repeatedly assured that civilians would not be killed or injured. The most was to evacuate in batches. URI and Miller finally nodded their heads. Victor clearly remembered the scene when the priest shouted and the followers were like clouds. Those timid and cowardly people have no room to escape in the face of the general trend. They are also coerced into becoming a member of the defensive war.

Victor did not know that the two priests agreed because bishop Perot secretly supported it.

In the view of the church, ant people do not take the initiative to kill, but they destroy crops and cottages. If ant people are allowed to flow into the kingdom of Gambis, the Lord can hide in the castle and defend passively. Civilians can only leave their homes and become refugees, and famine will follow. Therefore, the Church decided to try Victor's method is better than waiting to die.

It can be a wolf, but it should be raised as a sheep!

Just as victor sighed, a scholar nobleman whispered, "there are firewood all over the mountain. But how much hay and kerosene does it take?"

The Earl of tellandon, the great knight, heard the whispers of scholars. He said proudly, "we York family don't have to feed cattle and sheep with wheat straw, but also have a lot of lard!"

"How much lard is there?" Tacitus asked.

"No statistics." Edwin smiled, "but I can tell you, we're going to kill 70000 wild boars!"

"How can there be so many?! how many wild boars do you keep?"

"Not much, just 150000."

“……”

Tacitus was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time. Bishop Perot didn't care how many wild boars there were in the York family. He asked, "can fire defense tactics stop ant people in case of rainstorm and snowstorm?"

Sylvia said faintly, "we have done everything we can. If we really want to encounter extreme weather, we have no other way but to evacuate the people in time!"

Bishop Perot was speechless. The church's support for the horse hill was really not enough. In the face of Sylvia's sarcasm, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Victor had an idea and said, "there is really no way to stop ant people in heavy rain, but there is no problem in blizzard. As long as the snow on the slope is cleared in time, the fire wall can be lit."

"Just in case, I will send a scouting team to go deep into the swamp, draw a map, monitor the movements of ant people and give early warning. Even in case of rainstorm, we can evacuate the people in time."

Count tellandon frowned and said, "the Everglades is in great crisis. It is difficult for the scouting team to ensure their safety."

"No matter how dangerous it is, someone should bear the responsibility! It is related to the safety of tens of thousands of people. When necessary, I will personally carry out the investigation task!"

Victor's righteous words, in fact, he wanted to seize the opportunity to take out the swamp products.

Sylvia glanced at Victor and said, "send someone if you want. Anyway, I won't let family soldiers and knights take risks."

Bishop Perot appreciated Victor's responsibility very much. He said, "Lord Randall, I will arrange five junior paladins to assist your scouts."

Victor hurriedly said, "my scouts are mountain hunters. They are rude and shallow believers. If the paladins you send are novices, they can hardly get along... Don't let the young paladins die in vain."

Bishop Perot thought for a moment and said apologetically, "if you can't cooperate, it's a burden. Just do as your excellency says."

"Honey, have you finished talking to the bishop?" Sylvia took Victor's arm and asked with a smile.

"Er... It's over."

"I'm very satisfied with the effect of this drill. Next, should I go to see my artificial lake?"