"How is that possible?!" Paul suddenly tightened his grip on the spyglass and looked toward the opposite side, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Based on past experience, the maximum range of the orc catapults was no more than two hundred paces. Yet those projectiles had just flown at least three hundred and fifty paces, while the giant bolts fired by the ballistae had exceeded three hundred paces, directly threatening the Aldo Army's artillery positions!
"This place is no longer safe!" Schroeder pointed at the guards. "You, get the Marquis back to a safe distance immediately!"
The guards sprang into action, grabbing the reins of Paul's mount and pulling it toward the rear.
"Stop! I'm staying with my soldiers!" Paul angrily shouted the guards down.
Schroeder's expression turned grave. He had no time to argue with the lord and moved close to Paul, lowering his voice as he said, "The orcs must have made major improvements to their ranged weapons. Otherwise, they couldn't possibly have such a long range! We have to deal with them first!"
Paul ordered the communications soldier beside him, "Quickly relay my order to Bryce. Concentrate all artillery fire on the orcs' ranged weapons! Destroy every one of those things before they cause even more casualties!"
"Yes!" The communications soldier immediately turned and sprinted toward the artillery positions.
After receiving the order, Bryce did not dare delay for even a moment. He immediately ordered the cannons' directions adjusted and roared at the artillerymen, "The targets are the orcs' catapults and ballistae! Don't bother coordinating your fire—fire as soon as you have a target! Make sure those damned things are blown to pieces!"
At his command, the Aldo Army's cannons roared once more. This time, the shells no longer flew toward the dense orc formations, but toward the