Chapter 91.2: When a Giant Cannon Fires
Wait, you coward!
However, theres no way Barbarossa in heavy armor could catch up to the fleeing light armored knight on a horse.
Before he knew it, he was already lured deep into the enemy camp.
The Silesie royal knights, who fled in all directions, had fled to the foot of Mount Ishiriki and the foot of the Devils Mountain. The 5000 imperial knights led by Barbarossa, who had pursued them blindly, were also dispersed.
In mountainous terrain, the heavy knights couldnt move as they wished.
The same was true around the anti-horse fences where they were caught in pitfalls and muddy traps.
What the hell is that thing.
Barbarossa could not hide his surprise as he continued his pursuit of the enemy and crawled to the front of the enemys fortified City of Ox.
It was obvious since he finally saw the artillery batteries set up in the City of Ox as they spewed fire on the left flank.
The barrel of the cannon that stretched high into the sky of the City of Ox was too big and too long to be called a cannon.
What would happen if such a thing spewed fire?
Just as Barbarossa was thinking of that, he felt the air burst.
It was no longer a roar. The wind pressure even made his body stagger and his eardrum ache. Even with his big body, Barbarossa, the fierce general, was shaken by the sound of the explosion.
Is that the cannon of the kingdom? Or a monster.
There are three magic Armstrong cannons in the City of Ox.
The big iron ball rotating like a tornado with the help of wind magic, spewed from the big barrels. They flew in the air and fell at the dense 20000 territorial troops of the empire.
The impact caused a big hole in the 20000 strong army. The soldiers, whose morale was already low, were further shaken.
Ah, you idiots! Dont retreat without order!
Barbarossas shouting did not mean a thing. The 20000 territorial troops, who had been hit by the long-range fire from big masses of irons one after another, began to retreat in panic.
If those gigantic cannons were left unattended, the right flank would be totally destroyed.
Oi, imperial knight order, assemble! We must bring down the City of Ox!
He will not allow those cowards to wage this kind of war, he will not allow chivalry to perish.
Every time he was about to die from a bullet to his body, he would take a healing potion from his waist, drink it up, and fight to the death again.
In that way, Barbarossa, covered with the bright red blood of his enemies and his own, wielded his execution ax and continued to move forward.
No matter how many times he was pierced by spears, no matter how many times he was shot, he stood up again and again.
And then, he spotted a female knight ahead of him.
She was not the same knight he met earlier, the one with the spear. This time, it was a female knight with fiery red hair.
She was holding a big sword that was as long as her height. If Barbarossa had not been wounded to the bone, he would have realized that it was the same kind of weapon that the golden lion emperor has, an orichalcum greatsword.
At this time, his healing potion has already been exhausted.
Commander of the Imperial Knight Order of Germania Empire, Barbarossa! If youre a knight, introduce yourself.
Red beard Barbarossa introduced himself as a true knight while vomiting blood.
Silesie Kingdoms army, Ten Thousand Swords Louise. Barbarossa-dono, lets have a fair duel!
Ill give you what you.want!
Barbarossas execution ax was smashed by Louise into pieces.
That same execution ax that slaughtered a hundred generals
so, this is ten thousand swords.
Barbarossa saw Louises brilliant swordsmanship and thought it was beautiful.
He greeted her next slash, which sent his head flying, with joy.
Barbarossa was still lucky to have met Louise in the end.
Thinking about being blown away by a lump of iron, or being skewered at the bottom of a pit, or being pierced to death by the spears of small fries.
He was sent to Valhalla like the splendid knight he was in his death.
Of all the knights who attacked the fortified City of Ox, Barbarossa was the only one who met such an honorable end.