The League of Orthodoxy's main force had arrived.
"Prepare to fight! Don't be afraid! Our reinforcements keep coming! As long as we hold our ground, we'll win!"
Augustin Keller shouted as he climbed the Bell Tower. The League of Orthodoxy's army was surging in like a tidal wave, already surrounding the place. A chill crept through him, and another question occurred to him: "How did they bring so many men?"
But Augustin Keller had no time to worry about that. He had to organize the defenses.
Then he discovered a problem: he knew only some of the senior officers, and didn't even know all of their names.
Just then, a rocket skimmed past the eaves of the Bell Tower. A dazzling flare rose over the camp, accompanied by steel balls flying in every direction and a steady chorus of screams.
"Congreve Rockets!"
Before he could finish speaking, he heard more than one soldier yelling in the camp, "Bombs! Run!"
Then came more rockets and more screams. To be honest, Archduke Charles didn't want to fight this way, but the League of Orthodoxy's soldiers couldn't even keep their ranks in order.
Besides, he hadn't expected the enemy to build a barracks in a single night. It was crude, but if they closed in to fire, the League of Orthodoxy would certainly be the ones to suffer.
So Archduke Charles decided that an artillery barrage was the better option. These crude Congreve Rockets weren't suited to inflicting casualties on troops in formation, nor could they damage a well-built fortress, but they were perfect for indiscriminate destruction, especially against crude wooden structures.
A huge number of Congreve Rockets were fired into Augustin Keller's makeshift camp. The buildings and supplies were immediately caught in the devastation, and the flames spread rapidly.
Even worse was