Lord: My Shop Connects to Modern Times

East of Ironstone Keep, on the main road leading directly to Stormwind.

Lia lay on the edge of a makeshift trench, looking through her binoculars at the distant road.

The sun was high overhead, making her feel dizzy. But she dared not move or blink.

Dust was rising on that main road.

coming.

Her heart beat a little faster, but her face remained expressionless.

Lying nearby was Bray, the old hunter squinting as he stared into the distance as if he were sizing up prey.

He also held a simple telescope in his hand, though it looked more sophisticated than Lia's.

Leah's telescope is still the one Lynn gave her. Although Lynn later said, "Now that we have money, I can get you a better, clearer one," Leah still didn't change it.

Because it's no longer just a little toy that you first got and that piqued your curiosity.

This was the first thing Lynn gave her, and it held great significance.

"Uncle Bray, he's here!" Half-elves have better senses, and before the dust had even settled, Leah had already spotted the newcomer through her telescope.

"How many people have come?" Bray asked in a low voice.

Leah counted them and put down her binoculars: "A lot! Around 1,500 to 2,000 people."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "However, the opposing formation is a bit disorganized, and the flags they're carrying are badges I've never seen before. They must be some minor lords or nobles from the east side."

Bray nodded.

The group was slowly making its way along the main road. Leah raised her binoculars again and looked over, this time seeing much clearer.

Ahead of the opposing force was a group of poorly equipped people, some of whom were dressed in inconsistent clothing. Most of them looked fearful, nervous, and uneasy. This vanguard was most likely a peasant army gathered by a minor noble in his territory.

In the middle are rows of soldiers in uniform, holding standard spears, looking much more formal.

Behind them were well-equipped knights escorting several carriages. Although the carriages were not visible, Lia could guess with her own eyes that they contained noble lords with titles.

This picnic-like behavior is something only a bunch of pot-bellied idiots could pull off on the battlefield.

It seems that Lynn's guess was pretty much correct; most of the opposing coalition forces didn't take Grayrock Town and Ironstone Castle seriously.

Even a layman like Liya shook her head at the soldiers' marching discipline and professionalism.

However... at least there were two thousand people...

Leah didn't know how many enemies Lynn had at Dark Raven Pass, but there should be even more compared to this side.

Several thousand men attacking a viscount's territory...

Lynn was right. This battle, no matter the outcome, is one that will be recorded in history.

Lia recalled that evening in Grayrock Town.

When the other person suddenly seemed insecure and confused for a moment, Lia suddenly felt that she understood Lynn very well at that time.

If she were in the position of lord and had to deal with so many potential enemies, she probably would have run away long ago.

Fortunately, I gave Lynn some confidence back then...

Thinking of this, she felt a familiar sensation in her hand again; she remembered how Lynn had grabbed her hand back then.

Lia blushed slightly, but this was clearly not the time to think about that.

"Uncle Bray, where are our men?" she asked.

Bray glanced back.

Behind them, five cannons crouched quietly behind the bunker, muzzles pointing downwards, camouflaged with branches and turf.

The gunners lay motionless beside them, their foreheads covered in sweat.

Further away, a hundred musketeers were scattered in makeshift trenches, gun barrels pointing upwards, awaiting orders.

They were all veterans of Grayrock Town, having fought monsters and seen blood, but this time they were facing an enemy ten times their size.

Lia could see the tension on their faces.

She was very nervous herself.

But she couldn't show it.

Lynn asked her to come and keep an eye on things with Bray, so she has to keep a close watch on the Eastern Front.

But who would send someone like himself, the "head of the CIA," to the front lines? After this battle is over, Lynn will definitely get a raise!

Lia took a deep breath and gripped the signal flag tightly in her hand.

Lynn said that once all the enemy was within firing range, they should raise the flag and open fire.

She was waiting for that moment.

……

The group is getting closer.

Flags are flying.

Leah didn't recognize any of those banners—several viscounts and barons she'd never heard of, and two minor lords from the south.

But it didn't matter to her; nobles, big and small, were all bad guys, treated the same.

She squinted as she counted the length of the line.

One hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

Three hundred steps.

Once the main force of the team was within artillery range, she raised the signal flag.

A bright red flag appeared before the soldiers of Grayrock Town.

This is a signal of attack!

"Fire!"

At Lei's command, all five cannons roared simultaneously.

boom!

The deafening roar of the cannon made Lydia's ears ring.

White smoke billowed from the cannon muzzle as five solid bullets pierced the sky and crashed into the crowd in the middle of the avenue.

Lia looked over through the telescope.

A cannonball struck a carriage directly, shattering it into pieces and sending splinters flying. The horse pulling the carriage collapsed with a scream, tripping over the people behind it.

Another shell pierced through the crowd, plowing through the land and kicking up a trail of blood mist. Seven or eight people fell instantly, some losing half their bodies, others rolling on the ground clutching their severed legs.

Three more missed their targets, but this still caused great panic among the crowd.

"Holy crap! What's going on?!"

"Enemy attack! It's a fucking enemy attack! Where are they? Where are the enemies?!"

Screams erupted from the ranks. Before the enemy could even see anyone, the entire formation was torn apart like paper in front of the kinetic monster—the solid cannonball.

"Load! Set the guns!" Bray shouted. "Second round ready!"

The gunners sprang into action. They cleaned the cannons, loaded the propellant, filled the shells, and tamped them down.

The movements were practiced and swift, clearly indicating that they had trained countless times.

Lia didn't look at them; her eyes were fixed on the enemies on the road.

The place was in complete chaos.

The soldiers had no idea what was happening. They only heard a deafening roar, and then the people around them were thrown into the air.

Some people stood frozen in place, some turned and ran, and some knelt on the ground, holding their heads and screaming.

The officers were desperately shouting "Calm down!" and "Maintain formation!" but their voices were drowned out by the chaos.

"Round Two—" Bray raised his hand.

boom!

Five more loud bangs.

This time, the shells landed more accurately.

A shell flew through the middle of the ranks, throwing a mounted officer off his horse. The man tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, where he lay motionless.

Another shell struck a flag bearer. The flagpole snapped in two, and the flag fell, covering several corpses.

Fear spread like a plague through the ranks.

This makeshift army had their entire formation disrupted before they even saw the enemy.

"retreat!"

"Run!"

"Run back!"

Some people started backing away.

But after taking only a few steps back, shouts of killing came from behind.

Lia turned her head to look at the other end of the avenue.

There, Earl Lehman's three hundred elite troops charged out of the woods, blocking their retreat.

Knight Gavin sat astride his horse, his greatsword held high, gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

"kill!"

Three hundred people shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the fields.

……

In the middle of the road, the allied forces completely collapsed.

They were bombarded by artillery in front, blocked by elite troops behind, and faced gentle slopes on both sides, where legendary fire-breathing iron pipes awaited them.

There is nowhere to escape.

There's nowhere to hide.

An officer in chainmail rode on horseback, his face ashen.

He saw people falling like wheat in front of him, saw people behind him blocked from going, and saw the dark muzzles of cannons on both sides of the slope pointing directly at him.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He tried to shout "surrender," but before he could finish speaking, a stray bullet struck his shoulder.

He fell off his horse and landed on the ground, trembling with pain.

但他不敢动.

He just lay there, clutching his head, trembling.

Another nobleman, dressed in a magnificent cloak—a baron from some minor territory, I couldn't tell—was on horseback, desperately trying to run backward. But his horse was being pushed along by the chaotic crowd, unable to move an inch, and could only neigh in despair.

A shell landed next to him.

He didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed along with the horse.

The ordinary soldiers fared even worse.

They didn't know what those loud noises were, what those dark shadows flying down from above were, or who those enemies rushing out from behind were.

All they know is how to run.

But where to run?

Ahead were artillery pieces, behind were blockades, and to the sides were gentle slopes—on the slopes were men with iron pipes waiting.

Some people knelt down and raised their hands in surrender.

Some people threw down their weapons and lay on the ground.

Some continued to run, then were caught by cannon fire, hit by muskets, and cut down by cavalry behind them.

blood.

Blood was everywhere.

Corpses lay scattered about, severed limbs strewn across the ground, and wounded soldiers groaned in pools of blood.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, gunpowder, and a certain burnt odor.

……

Looking at the scene in the distance that resembled a living hell, Liya couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

She knew to some extent about the weapons Lynn was researching; they were powerful, efficient, and even more effective than the magic of the mages.

But this one-sided, overwhelming victory was something she hadn't expected.

She thought she would have to pay some price, but things went so smoothly.

The opponent's weakness made Lia suspect that they were deliberately holding back.

The soldiers scattered like headless flies. Some ran, some hid, and some knelt on the ground, raising their hands in surrender.

The artillery was still firing.

The muskets were still firing.

But it's no longer needed.

The enemy has completely lost the will to resist.

"Cease fire!" Bray shouted. "Everyone, cease fire!"

After breaking down the enemy's psychological defenses, surrender if possible; this was what Lynn taught him.

……

The shelling stopped.

The gunfire stopped.

The valley suddenly fell silent.

Only the sound of the wind and the groans of the wounded soldiers could be heard.

Bray walked down the gentle slope and headed towards the main road.

Lia followed behind.

As she got closer, Lia could see the corpses clearly.

Some were whole, some were incomplete. Some had their eyes open, some had their eyes closed. Some had expressions of terror on their faces, as if they had seen something horrible before they died.

Lia frowned, but did not stop walking.

She wasn't unfamiliar with dead people, but a strange feeling still arose in her heart.

Those who died may have had families, parents waiting for them to return, and children hoping for their return.

Now, they can never go back.

"Uncle Bray, what should we do with these prisoners?" She looked at the prisoners kneeling on the ground and asked Bray, who was walking in front of her.

There were probably four or five hundred prisoners, some wounded and some unharmed, but they all had their heads down and were trembling.

"Leave the lightly wounded," Bray said. "Find someone to treat the seriously wounded. Those who can walk should be taken back to Ironstone Fortress; those who cannot should be settled where they are."

Lia nodded and began to arrange the manpower.