A few days later.
A regiment of two thousand knights arrived at Bohema Town, bringing four 75-millimeter cannons with them.
As was customary, they first used a magic megaphone to shout, "Surrender and you'll be spared. Keep your title, manor, and property; we'll only reclaim your land. The count will become the town's mayor."
They also said things like, "Cooperate with the authorities to protect the people and free the slaves."
If they refused, they resorted to force.
They used the 75-millimeter cannons like sniper rifles, picking off people on the city walls from the safe distance of a thousand meters.
If they still refused, they attacked the walls.
The 75-millimeter cannons weren't very good at destroying fortifications, but that didn't mean they couldn't do it.
They had magic, which they could use to enchant the shells and make up for the damage they lacked.
But the town didn't react at all!
It was strange!
They had already blasted a hole in the city wall, but there was no response from within the town.
"Commander, something's not right, is it?" asked the support company commander, who was operating the cannon.
Seward, the viscount commanding the First Division of the Integrated Training Corps, drew his mithril half-body sword and put on his knight's plate helmet. "Jerris, your company stays here to guard the cannons. The rest of us will go into town and take a look."
Though the armor was unbearably heavy, they moved as swiftly as ever in it, without any hindrance.
Holding his half-body sword, Seward addressed Yaso, the First Battalion commander. "Arthur, organize the men and go in to investigate."
"Yes, Commander!" Arthur took out his half-body sword and shield, returned to camp, and organized the men to go explore.
Their strength led to an extremely bizarre scene.