Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Chapter 112 "I'm already thinking about how to write the victory report"

White looked at the Black Iron City in front of him and pinched the pocket watch in his hand.

As long as they have not captured the city by the time the deadline comes, they must retreat. This is a military order.

Of course, this time is still plenty, and is counted in days. After all, the enemy's reinforcements cannot fly, and the Pétain Line of Defense may not even realize what is happening. White has enough time to make arrangements and prepare for retreat.

However, based on White's understanding of the Northern Army, he still felt that the time given by the headquarters was too tight, and it would be completely fine to be delayed by two or three days.

After all, the headquarters was assuming that the other party would receive the message first and march quickly to support.

But in fact, let alone not receiving the news, even if they did, the friendly forces in the surrounding Black Iron City would probably organize reinforcements slowly and come as slowly as a turtle.

In this era, any army that can form a military formation is considered a strong army, not to mention the ability to march quickly.

Those noble lords would even quarrel over whether to provide support.

Even if the other party really came to support as the headquarters had assumed, with the equipment in hand and nearly a thousand well-trained soldiers, White was confident that he could defeat the enemy team by team.

It was impossible to bring the entire Third Army with him, otherwise White felt that he could flatten the city in front of him that day. In White's eyes, Black Iron City could barely be used as a fortress, let alone a stronghold.

After all, when he saw the various weapons and equipment of the defenders on the enemy's city wall, White realized that he had been eating too well among the white-collar workers and had forgotten how the outside world fought wars.

The equipment of the gray-collar workers is being updated too quickly. Even the obsolete weapons issued to the militia are much better than those of the defenders on the city walls.

White had never fought such a prosperous war. The weapons and equipment in his hands could cope with almost all situations. The soldiers under him were all loyal, brave, and fearless of death. They had even memorized the orders by muscle memory.

Question Lowry, understand Lowry, surpass Lowry! White now wanted to kowtow to Steward Lila and the Governor. As long as the soldiers could get upgraded equipment, he would call Steward Lila "sister" and even "mom".

However, it is not a bad thing to be lenient with the enemy. Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Moreover, this is White's first mission under Lind, and there must be no mistakes.

The Type II Magic Siege Cannon in front of them had been assembled, and the alchemist accompanying the army was carrying out the final debugging.

"Magic transmission is normal, the arcane array is running normally, the magic trigger is activated normally, and we can fire!"

Following this battle cry, the artillerymen who had been waiting for a long time inserted the triangular column-shaped container of primary color sand into the slot of the siege gun.

"boom!"

The first shells struck the wall directly, shattering huge rocks and sending fragments flying everywhere like a fierce rain.

"Magic barrier, quick, quick!"

Keith yelled from the city wall.

Without Keith saying anything, the barrier of the city wall had already been activated.

"boom!"

Another artillery attack came, but it was actually blocked by the barrier. Keith, who was standing on the city wall, didn't even feel the slightest vibration.

"Whoo~"

Keith breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rebellion is nothing more than this. Every move is under the control of this general."

Seeing that it was safe, the soldiers began to flatter Keith.

"General, you are so smart. Now we just need to wait for help."

"Yes, the enemy is alone and deep in the enemy's territory. They are doomed to die."

Just as the soldiers were about to open some champagne while the general was in a good mood, the soldier who had stood on the wall with Keith at the beginning asked, "General, something is wrong. Why is there no shells for the 'cannon' on the opposite side?"

Keith, who was just about to take the champagne handed over by the soldiers, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately went to the top of the city wall to confirm that there were indeed no shells, but instead there were exploding fireballs.

"Level 3? No, it seems to be Level 4 magic?"

A spellcaster on the city wall began to think about the flying fireball.

"Can you block it?"

Keith asked nervously, swallowing.

"Don't worry, General. It's just a matter of having shells or not."

The caster then looked at the alchemist who was assembling the second siege cannon behind the line and continued, "As long as the barrier still has mana supply, it doesn't matter how many cannons the enemy has."

"Unless they can fire these explosive fireballs day and night, I don't know how they can use magic with cannons, but it obviously requires magic power. They can't carry more magic stones than we have in the city."

"Does that mean we are safe?"

"Yes, our walls are impenetrable, General."

As the caster uttered these words, the champagne in Keith's hand sprayed out.

"Okay, guys, open the champagne!"

"Long live the general, long live Black Iron City!"

The soldiers immediately joined in the revelry, and after instructing them not to let anyone get close to the city gate, Keith happily left with his guards.

As night falls, the lights come on, like a starry sky, and the mansions in the city are illuminated by candlelight, making them look extremely gorgeous.

It was because Black Iron City was originally a commercial town and no castle was built, otherwise Keith would now be leaning leisurely on the windowsill of the castle admiring the artillery fire in the distance.

Although the war outside is still going on, the magic barrier is still as solid as ever.

Most of the nobles, who used to be as frightened as chicks when hearing artillery fire, have now become accustomed to the sound.

Keith even decided to regard the artillery fire as his song of victory and hold a grand ball that night to ease the tension of those still timid nobles.

The band was playing cheerful music in the corner, the guests were toasting each other at the table, and the nobles were exchanging dance partners on the dance floor.

Waiters were walking around carrying trays filled with fine wine and exquisite snacks, and from time to time people raised their glasses to congratulate each other.

If it weren't for the occasional sound of cannons injecting new beats into the music, it would be hard to imagine that this was a city under attack.

Several young noble ladies gathered together, discussing in low voices the latest gossip and rumors.

"Have you heard? It's because Governor Doug assassinated that shame of the nobility that the rebels declared war directly."

"Oh? So, is Reina, the shame of the nobility, dead?"

"No, but I see that the rebels outside the city are so confused, I guess they are not far from death, right?"

"What a pity! It would have been much better if he had been shot dead with one arrow. I have seen that shame of nobles in the capital before. He was so vulgar that he did not even look like a noble. In my opinion, Lord Doug is the true heir to the North."

"I heard that the two brothers of the shame of the nobles were good, so how come they became rebels? Wouldn't it be better for them to stick to Lord Doug? What a pity."

In this relaxed and happy atmosphere, the nobles' tension disappeared completely.

At this time, the most timid noble in the city came to Keith and asked, "General, is the barrier really strong? Are we really safe?"

As planned, the music in the corner stopped abruptly when the noble spoke, and through the sound amplification effect, the noble's question was heard by everyone present along with the sound of artillery fire.

Keith just smiled evilly and said, "I'm already thinking about how to write the victory report."

After saying this, the music started again, even more passionate and cheerful, and the whole process was as smooth as a perfect opera.

The nobles burst into thunderous applause.

Keith walked onto the stage like an opera singer, and waved to the nobles in the audience with a smile.

Many noble girls even threw the flowers dotted around the venue at Keith.

The nobles were immersed in joy and luxury, enjoying the beauty and happiness of the moment.

The shadow of war seemed to be dispelled by this joy. At least on this night, their world was still as beautiful as before.

The next morning, Keith, still a little hungover, shook his head.

I was so drunk that I could still hear the sound of artillery fire hitting the magic barrier.

Whose magic props can cast spells continuously all night long?

Thinking of this, Keith felt that he must not have woken up yet, so he hugged the girl beside him and prepared to take another nap.

But in his daze, Keith heard the guard's voice: "Oh no, General, the barrier is almost broken!"

It seems that I drank too much last night and I have started to have auditory hallucinations.