Taking Gla Town

Baron George and Baron Lusca were stunned. They had expected a bloody battle, but this was how it was fought. Where did Lynn get such powerful weapons?

As they advanced to within five hundred meters, Lynn's army stopped again and resumed shelling.

Even though the city gate had already been blown to pieces, Lynn continued to bombard it, aiming to avoid close combat as much as possible.

"Riflemen company! Advance 300 meters and engage in skirmish line fire!"

"Artillery, fire at will! Bombard the defenders on the city walls!"

The artillery fire began to cover the skirmishers, who advanced to within 200 meters of the city walls and began sniping at any defenders who showed themselves.

The defenders on the city walls started firing their war bows at the riflemen within range, but their volleys didn't last long before the artillery drove them back, unable to lift their heads.

The defenders inside the city were getting a bit numb, only able to hide behind the city walls.

The stone walls weren't that thick, and some sections were already close to collapsing, with breaches appearing in others.

"First Battalion, Second Battalion, advance!"

"Artillery, cease fire!"

Under the cover of the skirmishers, Lynn's troops advanced again.

The front-line infantry began to move towards the breaches in the city walls.

"They're attacking!"

"Block the breach!"

The soldiers behind the city walls still naively believed Lynn would engage in close combat. Since Lynn had stopped firing, some began to retaliate with bows and arrows, as well as crossbows.

As a result, Lynn's infantry advanced like robots, completely ignoring them. They marched through arrows and magic, reaching within 50 meters.

The officers at the front gave the order: "First rank, second rank, present arms!"

"Fire!"

Flint scraped against steel, creating sparks that ignited the gunpowder primer, launching the buckshot.

The dense volley mowed down the defenders at the breach, causing heavy casualties.

Lynn's flintlock muskets were standard issue with buckshot as ammunition. A single volley from even a few dozen men was as intense as hundreds wielding crossbows.

Crossbows were less powerful than guns anyway.

The gaps between the ranks of the line infantry were the firing zones for the next rank. With both ranks firing simultaneously, the shield-bearing soldiers blocking the breach were instantly decimated.

As they fell, time seemed to slow for them. Those falling didn't understand what was happening, only that they were falling, being struck down.

Many unlucky souls didn't feel time slow; instead, lead bullets tore into their bodies. In the flintlock era, the projectiles were quite large, and the resulting cavity severely damaged internal organs and blood vessels, leaving them like rotten flesh!

The pain was excruciating!

Some even had their heads blown clean off!

A few lead bullets, by sheer chance, passed straight through bones instead of being stopped, injuring those behind them.

Imagine this:

A group of people marching like automatons, in uniform, with cheerful music. You attack them, and they ignore you. They aren't shield-bearers! They look like infantry carrying wooden sticks! They wore armor, and sometimes arrows would get stuck in them due to the angle. Except for such special circumstances, they just kept walking. When they got close enough, a sudden volley of fire, like magic, would wipe out a large portion of your men.

The defenders' morale immediately began to crumble.

Especially seeing someone's head explode, the sight was too gruesome.

Those directly hit by iron balls, reduced to mush, were already enough to break them.

The firepower was too strong, the destructive power too immense.

Even the stones thrown by those Orcs didn't have this much power!

Hand-thrown stones, stones from catapults, no matter how powerful, couldn't match the force of firearms.

Otherwise, why would trebuchets have become so popular?

And why, in 1453, would someone bring a giant cannon?

"Fix bayonets!"

"Charge!"

Lynn's side began to charge. The enemy had completely collapsed. They could still exchange fire before, but now the enemy was charging. They didn't dare to engage in melee.

Some civilian soldiers began to flee. Some knights tried to stop them, but they were completely ineffective.

One person running could inspire ten, and ten people running could inspire a hundred!

The defenders fled back into the city, and the line infantry pursued, engaging in a chase.

"Surrender immediately, lay down your arms and live!"

Magic amplified the sound, allowing everyone in the city to hear.

The infantry, bayonets fixed, pursued those still holding weapons.

Bayonets pierced them from behind.

Gla Town, a settlement of about ten thousand people, was thus captured in less than an hour. There were no deaths, only about a hundred people injured by arrows. In a world without magic, such injuries could have been very serious.

For example, inflammation and infection.

But this was a magic world; an accompanying medic could heal them with a spell, and they would recover in a few days.