Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 147: Changes in War

Carl still remembered what Alia had said to him: there were all kinds of powerful monsters in this world, and humans were actually very weak. When he first heard her say this, he didn't take it seriously, because he had no chance to come into contact with the powerful monsters that Alia was talking about, and it seemed that humans were still the masters of this world. It was only when he saw Nura's tribe being attacked by orcs for the first time that he deeply realized the meaning of this sentence.

When the Great Khan's cavalry charged at the orcs, the horror was so terrible that it was almost unbearable to watch. At this moment, he realized that the kingdom was still peaceful only because their enemies: the northern nomads blocked these truly terrifying existences for them. They fought bloody battles here, struggling to survive, but eventually reached their limit. If it was a battle with cold weapons, humans would have no chance of winning with their physique.

But all this ends here, because he has come, and with his appearance, the rules of war are about to change.

About a week later, at sunset, the orcs' drums sounded again, shaking the earth and heaven, like the call of death. The scouts of the tribe quickly ran back to the camp to report the situation. The orc army was approaching and launched an attack on them again.

"It comes again so soon~" Carl couldn't help but be a little surprised. He remembered that a week ago, Nura's magic almost wiped out all the invading orcs. It's only been a short time, how come they come back again?

"It's always been like this. These guys are endless, just like they grew out of the soil." Noura seemed to see what Carl was thinking and said to him.

The two men rode their horses to a hillside overlooking the entire landscape, and then Carl saw the dark mass of orcs in the distance. Here, the 500-man Ranger Grenadiers had also assembled and were ready to go. Carl divided them into two echelons, each with 250 people, and each cavalryman carried two explosive packs.

In addition to the explosive packs, they still carried bows and arrows, but the arrows they used were also equipped with explosive gunpowder tubes, which only needed to be ignited through wires and then shot out. In the last battle, Carl saw clearly that the arrows could penetrate the orcs' skin, but they could not really kill them, nor could they stop their actions. Based on this situation, Carl specially made this modified arrow, which was specifically used to deal with orcs. Since penetration alone was not enough, what about adding a close-range explosion?

Nura stood behind him, holding the ice spear tightly in his hand, with a firm look in his eyes:

"I'll go with them!"

"No, your magic hasn't recovered yet." Carl refused.

"Although I have no magic power, this ice spear can still pierce their bodies!" Nura looked at Carl unwillingly.

Carl suddenly said:

"No, you have more important tasks."

"What?" Noura asked.

"You guard the artillery position." Carl replied.

"Wait, doesn't this mean I have to stay behind!" Nura shouted in dissatisfaction.

But I saw Karl said seriously:

"No, this is very important, more important than anything else. Artillery is our real firepower. Once the bombardment begins, the enemy will definitely try their best to rush over. At the critical moment, you need to lead people to block them and never let them get close to here!"

Noura hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Carl smiled slightly and then said:

"Of course, I try not to let it get to that point."

"So in the end you just want me to stay back!" Noura pouted.

Carl laughed:

"Just give the most important things to the most important people. You are our trump card."

"I see. You should be careful too!"

Karl nodded, then turned and walked towards the Ranger Grenadiers. He looked at the soldiers, all of whom had excitement and nervousness in their eyes. Altai stood at the front of the team, ready to take orders as the captain. Karl nodded to him, then shouted loudly:

"Everyone, today we are going to use the explosive packs in our hands to give these orcs a surprise! First echelon, get ready to go!"

Following Carl's order, the young cavalrymen in the first echelon rode their horses quickly forward, rushing towards the battlefield, rushing towards the orc army, and the battle began!

The cavalry quickly charged at the orcs, and the enemy also roared and rushed after seeing them. Everything seemed to be an ordinary charge duel. When the two sides were close enough, everyone suddenly turned their horses and began to run in the opposite direction, while raising their hands and throwing heavy explosive packs at the enemy. Those explosive packs drew beautiful arcs in the air and landed accurately in the dense array of the orc army.

The explosion sounded like thunder, and the huge shock wave distorted the surrounding air. The first few orcs hit by the explosive packs were engulfed in flames and smoke before they could even react. They were swept up into the sky by the air currents, blood splattered, and their limbs were all broken.

The effect was obvious. The power of the bomb was different from those cold weapons. It was beyond the limit of what the orcs could resist. When the warriors saw this scene, their inner tension instantly turned into endless excitement. They shouted loudly and threw the explosive pack again, accompanied by another tragic explosion. Then they started shooting arrows. These were no longer ordinary arrows. Each arrow was tied with a detonator. Although the ignition in advance affected the speed of the arrows, its power did work. Although the orcs who were shot by arrows were fine, the subsequent close-range explosions often blew their intestines and stomachs. Orcs kept falling down in the explosions, and the originally neat array became chaotic.

Carl stood on the hillside, watching the scene, feeling a little relieved. The explosives worked, and it seemed that the defense of these monsters was still in the biological category, which made him feel relieved. What he feared most was that if even hot weapons could not deal with them, then it would be really over.

Of course, this is just the beginning, the climax is yet to come. The first round of attack caused effective casualties to the orcs, but also caused trouble for them. They began to chase the rangers desperately, which was what Carl wanted. The tribal war drums also sounded at this time. At the same time, flags of different colors were placed on the highest hillside that could be seen from all sides. This was a set of battlefield flag signals that Carl had made in advance when training the team.

As the color of the flag was changed, the first echelon began to retreat.

The soldiers quickly evacuated and led the orcs to the bombardment point. 800 meters, 700 meters, 600 meters, the orcs chased angrily, but they didn't know that there was a trap ahead. 500 meters! This is the shooting distance of the fully dug projectile pit. As the orcs entered the bombardment point, the color of the flag changed again, accompanied by Carl's roar:

"fire!"

On the battlefield, the women of the tribe were already ready. They lit the fuse, and the projectile pit made a huge roar, driving the explosive packs into the air. This was a much larger quantity than the handheld explosive packs, and the power of each bundle of explosive packs was close to the large-caliber howitzers of World War I.

What followed was an even louder explosion, so deafening that it caused the birds and beasts within a radius of more than ten kilometers to flee in all directions. At the same time, it brought a huge shock wave that tore everything apart. The explosion happened right in the middle of the orc army, and the heat wave knocked over the nearby orcs. The huge momentum threw them into the air and then they fell heavily to the ground.

Such explosions continued to occur in the herds. For a moment, the screams of the orcs echoed throughout the battlefield. The huge figures were blown to pieces, with broken limbs scattered all over the battlefield. The ground was blood-red, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a purgatory.

"It worked! It worked!"

Carl heard the women cheering, but he knew that despite the heavy losses, the orcs would not retreat so easily. They continued to charge, and when they realized the source of the explosion, they began to turn towards the artillery position.

Still getting closer, 400 meters, 300 meters.

This time they came within firing range of the half-dug projectile pit, but what awaited them was another even more violent volley of explosive packs.

"Second team, fire!" Carl ordered again.

The sound of artillery sounded again, this time more dense and frequent than before, and the blows suffered were more severe. The orcs fell down like wheat being cut, and many were directly blown to pieces. The effect of artillery was much better than Carl expected, mainly due to the combat habits of this cold weapon era. They were used to gathering together, liked to be close to each other, and then charge, because this way of fighting was more conducive to hand-to-hand combat, even for orcs. However, this way of fighting was particularly deadly in the face of explosives. According to Carl's rough estimate, each artillery attack could kill no less than a dozen orcs.

After rushing through the second shelling point, the orcs' formation was completely messed up and became disorganized. Then they attracted the second echelon of the Cavalry Grenadiers, and there was another round of explosions and archery. When the second echelon finished the battle and returned, the first echelon's ammunition replenishment was completed.

Noura led a group of cavalrymen standing on the hillside, looking at the orcs below who were in chaos in the explosion. She never waited for a possible hand-to-hand fight. Although the orcs rushed through the second shelling point, they were hit by the grenadiers and finally completely collapsed with only 100 meters left. They began to flee in all directions without any organization.

Carl also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and then he shouted loudly:

"Great Khan, the time has come!"

The Akitila cavalry had already been ready, and with Karl's shout, they launched the final charge. The iron hooves stomped the ground, the horses neighed, and the scimitars in the hands of the cavalry flashed coldly again, launching the final charge against the scattered orcs who were only concerned with escaping...