Chapter 239: War in the New World (4)

The southern nobles have persisted for ten years, and now it is finally time to verify the results.

Although the results are a little bit biased, the imaginary enemy has changed from the northern knights to the white-skinned guys.

But for the knights, it doesn't matter who they are.

This is the confidence accumulated from victory after victory, and the confidence won by the knights' predecessors.

The king of the times, the strongest voice on the land, the knight.

When the knights are organized as a knight group and launch a tight charge, they can only use their lives to bear it.

Although this is their first organized charge.

But the heavy armor on their bodies and the countless comrades around them have injected them with the confidence of being undefeated.

The only one who can defeat the knight is always another knight.

Obviously, the white-skinned guys do not have the conditions for victory.

If they rely on the port to defend, they will have a chance of winning.

But in the wild, facing the knights in a scattered formation, the result is already doomed.

There is nothing unfair, and tactics are also part of war.

Adam seized their arrogant weaknesses and lured them away from the solid fortifications, so they should pay the price.

When the earth began to tremble and the rumbling of horse hooves sounded, the white-skinned musketeers who were chasing the black slaves all raised their heads in confusion.

They had never encountered a well-organized cavalry on this land.

Even the several counterattacks by the black slaves were more like tribal fights.

They only needed to pull the small cannons to fire a few times, and the loose musketeers fired a few rounds, and they won the victory.

That's why they were led out of the port so easily. It was really the arrogance in their hearts that had become a common phenomenon.

When they saw a row of black shadows appearing in the distance on the horizon, the rumbling of horse hooves was like thunder, and the fully armed knights were like demons walking out of purgatory.

Stepping on flesh and blood, walking on the earth, and violently breaking into their world with an unmatched attitude.

And the poor musketeers, holding their muskets in a daze, some of them didn't even load gunpowder.

Some people subconsciously shot at the cavalry regiment, and the dull sound of gunfire echoed in the wilderness.

The knight who was hit had a deep pit on his armor, his upper body shook, and then he continued to charge.

Unlike the weak black slaves, these knights had undergone rigorous military training, had strong physiques and a firm will to fight.

Then, the armor and war horses produced in the North added the last piece of the puzzle for them.

The roaring war horses were like the anger accumulated in their hearts.

The few musketeers who resisted quickly fell to the ground in disbelief, and more musketeers dropped their weapons early and fled madly.

If you have never faced the knight's charge, you will never imagine how spectacular it is.

It was a formation like a landslide and tsunami, and it was overwhelming pressure.

The most important thing is that on the battlefield, they can really destroy all enemies.

A small number of musketeers saw that they could not escape, so they formed a formation on the spot, trying to prevent the iron hooves of the cavalry from falling on them.

Then they saw waves of cavalry passing by.

No one specifically dealt with them, but every time the cavalry passed by, the formation of resistance would be smaller.

If the stones in the tsunami circled and circled, they would be completely submerged.

It takes a long time to say, but everything happened in just two quarters of an hour.

The nobles in the port were just laughing and talking about their gains this time. The slaves who were delivered to their door for free were equivalent to unexpected wealth.

The next moment, they saw knights who came out of nowhere and swallowed their soldiers in the blink of an eye.

The knights approached the port and jumped off their horses quickly.

There were very few people guarding the city. The light cavalry took out the grappling hooks they carried and threw them directly onto the top of the city.

"Stop them!!!"

The person in charge of the port broke his voice. He was trembling with fear and could not imagine the consequences of the port being breached.

Unfortunately, objective facts will never be changed because of someone's unwillingness.

The light cavalry was also strictly trained, and the leather armor and half-armor on their bodies were not for show.

A small number of musketeers fired hastily, and could only knock down some of the unlucky guys.

More people used knight swords to fight them in close combat.

On one side is the king of land warfare who has undergone rigorous and expensive training, and on the other side is the musketeer who pulls the trigger to fight.

If they fight in a battle array, the latter may have more advantages.

But in this small space, it is a one-sided massacre.

Whether it is an ordinary red-clad musketeer or a noble in luxurious clothes.

Under the knight's sword, all beings are equal.

It ends faster than the fight in the wild. These musketeers are just mercenaries who fight for money. There is no need to expect their fighting will.

The gate of the port was opened, and the heavy knights rushed in, announcing that the official confrontation between the two races had a result.

When Adam entered the city, his deerskin boots stepped on a pool of blood.

He had changed back to his original clothes, but he didn't care about being stained with blood.

"Gem, I want gems, quickly control the warehouse."

The direct purpose of the war is still for the beautiful rubies, and these little things can exchange them for a lot of gold coins.

Only with money can you continue to recruit soldiers.

Without money, you can only watch others recruit soldiers.

If he were to talk, Adam could tell 10,000 reasons for seizing the port, but none of them were as direct as the red gem.

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Just as the southern nobles had won a glorious victory and extended their influence to the central part of the New World, the locals from the north had just completed a new round of construction.

Rogge came with a mission. He first selected a site and found a suitable land for living.

Then he took 500 soldiers and started to build a militarized town.

Because Black was worried that there would be accidents in the silver mine, he chose a place very close to the silver mine.

But this is understandable. The New World is vast and sparsely populated. Immigrants can avoid risks by living together.

However, when Rogge attacked everywhere and captured a group of black slaves to open up wasteland and build towns, he did not find any danger.

If the Southerners want to make trouble, they have no chance of winning from the sea. The dense coastal artillery will give them a big surprise.

It is impossible to choose a place too far away when attacking from land.

In this hot weather, a long march can kill half of the people.

But no traces of Southerners' activities were found nearby.

It was still safe until Lawrence returned with a full load of silver coins.

They could only comfort themselves, maybe they thought too much.

To be honest, the New World is so big that there is no time to run horses and grab land, so how can there be time to make trouble?

"When I return, I will definitely ask the Duke for permission to transport more immigrants." Lawrence said to the two.

In fact, Rogge's mission is to open up immigration points.

Derek was not blinded by the profits from the silver mine. The benefits of the New World are definitely not summarized by a silver mine.

But if you want to keep it in your pocket, it is not something that one or two expeditionary forces can do.

Immigration and then forming an army locally is the long-term plan.