Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

The knight and the veteran pulled the trigger frantically, and after firing all the bullets, they retreated to the corner of the wall.

"Are there any more bullets?"

The knight roared madly.

"Not much, but the opponent doesn't have much mana either!"

After the veteran loaded the bullets, he found the right opportunity and leaped out, shooting the caster in the head.

"Aren't you a knight? Why aren't you that hard?"

The panting veteran kicked the body of the spellcaster and looked at the knight following behind him.

"Aren't all knights produced by Lars?"

The knight calmly loaded the musket in his hand with ammunition.

The Pétain Line was now in chaos. The lowest-ranking soldiers followed the low-ranking officers in a mutiny, and the mutiny quickly spread to the entire line of defense.

Even with weapons, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to compete with professionals without protection.

Originally, muskets could still cause significant damage to spellcasters, but as the war in the North progressed, in addition to the knights, spellcasters in the North also gradually developed barrier shields specifically to prevent damage from muskets, especially spellcasters in the Pétain Line of Defense.

After all, the development of magic is also dynamic, and professionals cannot just stand still and passively take beatings.

However, even in this situation, the muskets still narrowed the gap between the two sides. Even the lowest-level soldiers could rely on the weapons in their hands, in the fortresses that they were familiar with, and rely on the terrain advantage to fight against these professionals.

In the past, let alone a confrontation, it would be disrespectful for an ordinary soldier to look at a professional.

"It's just that it's indoors."

The old soldier bandaged himself simply.

"These professionals are usually too lazy to go out, and they are not familiar with the situation inside the defense line. We can still deal with them."

The knight looked at the smoke rising outside the window and sighed, "Perhaps professionals will still be important on future battlefields, but they won't be as important as they are now."

The fortress in the front had been taken, but the fortresses where the officers were located in the back were still standing there, and soldiers and professionals continued to come out of those fortresses to suppress the rebellious soldiers.

The knight checked his weapon and was about to go down to help the soldiers, but was stopped by the old soldier.

"We have done a good job. We can even just lie on the ground after setting the fire. The adults with gray and white collars will take care of the rest for us. Why should we risk our lives?"

The veteran was right. There were many insiders or gray-collar workers who had been mixed in with the soldiers from the beginning and had already begun to command on the battlefield. On the other side, a team of cavalry waving the North Wind Bear flag could be seen approaching the Pétain Line of Defense.

The Cavaliers have now exceeded their goals and no longer need to work hard.

"I want a promotion."

The knight walked towards the battlefield outside the fortress without looking back.

"I've asked around, and the soldiers over there are treated very well. If they die, they get a pension, and they actually give you a commendation."

The veteran followed the knight habitually and continued to listen to the knight say: "Old man, when I get promoted, come play football with me again."

The old soldier listened and for some reason felt a slight tingling in his nose. He raised his gun and prepared to join the knight in the battlefield.

"Oh, by the way, after the promotion, I can still marry the aunt next door openly, but it seems that gray-collar workers can't rob women by force. Forget it, I haven't seen her husband anyway."

"..."

The whole paragraph collapsed, the old soldier evaluated it in his heart and withdrew a feeling of being moved.

However, before the two of them had been on the battlefield for long, the gray-collar army had already reached the defense line.

When a fireball was about to hit the veteran, a molten fire ray directly ignited the fireball. At the same time, a knight in white military uniform galloped on his horse and passed directly over the veteran's head. He waved a spear emitting orange-red light and pierced the shield of the opponent's professional directly, knocking him away.

"Hammond's troops from the First Army are here. Surrender and you won't be killed!"

Hammond's powerful voice echoed throughout the battlefield, and the knights in plate armor behind Hammond continued to charge, forming a desperate iron wall to block all the magic that was coming out.

The old soldier looked at the pure white plate armor shining with enchanted light, and suddenly had an illusion that the former Lars army had returned.

The professionals who were still fighting stubbornly at this time experienced how the ordinary soldiers felt when facing them.

This group of Lars' knights are incredibly tough, have amazing defense, and are fully covered in enchanted plate armor.

Not to mention the spears with hot-melt cutting effect in their hands, just the impact force of this group of cavalrymen can smash more than 80% of the enemies into meat paste with just a wooden stick in hand.

The most desperate thing is that Knight Lars is no longer a fool who just stares at the enemies on the other side of the river. When he sees someone running away, he directly takes out his ray gun and performs a new concept of horse archery.

Knight Lars has always been criticized for his lack of means to fight enemies at a distance, but now even this has been solved.

Pétain's defense line was very long. Hammond led his knights to capture one fortress after another like a whirlwind. During this period, some professionals united to try to stop Hammond's attack, and even used magic catapults.

But it cannot be said that the effect was zero. It can only be said that more work is needed. The explosion caused no damage to Hammond's troops, and even the knights who were standing still could not be hit by the catapults. Instead, many fortresses nearby were accidentally damaged.

Those fortresses thought that it was the gray-collar artillery that was firing at them. The fortresses that were able to control the interior and close their gates to prevent mutiny now opened their gates and surrendered. It was not that they had no ability to resist, but that the people's morale had long been dispersed.

Later, Lowry also brought troops to support, but those troops were mainly to take over the battlefield, deal with the wounded and follow-up matters.

Hammond's capture speed was getting faster and faster. More and more fortresses directly raised the white flag in surrender. Some fortresses even got the North Wind Bear flag from somewhere, or immediately embroidered it, and hung it directly on the wall of the fortress to indicate surrender.

This was the first time that Hammond experienced the feeling of surrendering at the sight of an enemy. There was really no one who could stop him from fighting.

Along the way, Hammond even ignored those fortresses that did not resist, and rushed directly towards the largest fortress on the Pétain Line, which was known to never fall and the location of the commander-in-chief.

When Hammond arrived, he saw the deputy commander holding a human head in his hand, wearing a North Wind Bear cloak, and he opened the door and surrendered.

When the deputy commander saw Hammond, his expression was a little complicated, but he soon felt relieved and even became more relaxed.

The deputy commander led a group of people to kneel on the ground, presented the commander-in-chief's head and said, "The puppet army leader has been killed. Please examine it, General."

Hammond was about to dismount, but after a moment's hesitation he said, "Wait until the general behind arrives, and then you can offer your head to the army."

While they were waiting, Hammond whispered, "When did you rebel?"

The deputy commander held the head in his hands and replied firmly: "I have never betrayed. I have always been loyal to the North."