Chapter 342: Attack halfway across the river, target-shooting style hunting by the scouts.

Chapter 342: Attack halfway across the river, target-shooting style hunting by the scouts.

The castle's preparations for battle were completed quickly and intensively. At this moment, the entire atmosphere was tense and solemn, as they were just waiting for the church's armed forces to attack.

At the same time in Shadowmoon City, all the low-level mercenaries climbed onto the city walls, each with a solemn expression, preparing for battle in an orderly manner.

Not only that, many young people were mobilized to join the team defending the city. Infantry crossbows were distributed to every defender, and the huge capstan crossbows for defending the city were also removed from the oilcloth, debugged, and fully prepared for the battle.

Five hundred high-level professionals climbed up the city wall to command and arrange various defense matters in an orderly manner. The old and weak in the city also took active actions to prepare food for the soldiers.

The whole city was busy. Some elderly people who used to be mercenaries were fully armed and walked up to the city wall resolutely.

Their good life is hard-earned. They have gone through countless hardships to have the peace they have today.

No one could force them to accept the slavery of the church again. Now their family is harmonious, there is no intimidation from the gods, and their life is full of hope and joy.

Their hearts were filled with hatred for that abominable church: “Fuck the church!”

Most of the elderly people went to the battlefield to prevent their descendants from suffering from the baptism of war, and they fought for the younger generations when they were old.

Of course, it was not uncommon for a family of five to go to the battlefield, which shows that the unity of the people was rare.

However, these people all looked at the castle from afar, their hearts full of expectations and worries. They knew that Sheldon Castle was the main battlefield, and the goddess Tan Aili in their minds had entered the defense stage, and all civilians were protected.

Everyone sincerely hoped that she would win, because everyone's good days began after she killed her father, seized the throne, and carried out a bloodbath on the church organization.

Although there are indeed records of wrongful killings, it is generally good. After all, in any chaotic era, there will be helplessness and chaos of one kind or another, and all the faults cannot be attributed to her. The misbehavior of the church members is the culprit.

The elite members of the Mercenary Association are now recuperating in the association, waiting for the best opportunity.

Although the headquarters had sent 3,000 regular troops, only 500 light cavalry and 300 heavy cavalry could really play a role in the field battle. Therefore, this force must not be used lightly until the critical moment.

Every social change and conflict is accompanied by the sacrifice and dedication of countless ordinary people. In this turbulent period, the people of Shadowmoon City have demonstrated a tenacious spirit of resistance and the power of unity.

The yearning for freedom and a better life has always been the constant pursuit in people's hearts. This belief supports them to face the upcoming battle bravely.

After that long day, the sky gradually darkened. The church organization made careful plans and divided its troops into three groups, advancing towards Sheldon Castle in a mighty manner.

The army marched with heavy but firm steps, raising clouds of dust. They were particularly cautious this time, knowing that the road to the castle was full of dangers...

At this time, the church armed forces rested for several days in order to rush to make simple rafts. In order to achieve this goal, the soldiers worked tirelessly, cut down trees, used simple tools and their own skills, and carefully made hundreds of rafts.

At this moment, the soldiers carried these rafts that embodied their efforts and hopes, marched in neat steps, and resolutely headed towards the other side of the river. The river was turbulent and the waves were splashing, but this did not stop their determination to move forward.

At this time, Jean Tocque led 120 scouts and quietly hid in the dense bushes on the shore. With a calm face and sharp eyes, Jean Tocque calmly observed the enemy crossing the river, with a slight smile on his face, revealing a look of confidence.

"Calculate the range carefully and shoot freely. Officers are given priority. After each person shoots thirty arrowheads, retreat to the castle and do not fight to the death..." Jean Tocque lowered his voice and gave the order seriously.

"Yes, Inspector!" the soldiers responded in unison, their voices full of determination.

"You will be qualified if you can kill 20 people. If you fail, you must work hard to practice archery in the future. Scouts must attack the enemy from a distance at all times, otherwise they will be dead if they meet their peers. If you are not good at shooting, you will be eliminated soon. The castle has invested a lot of money in training your arrowheads, and it costs money like water. If you don't kill enough enemies today, I will let down Captain Kashin's expectations of you..."

Jean Tocque knew very well that there was no room for slackness in this cruel battlefield.

In that era, wars were frequent and the role of scouts was crucial. Excellent scouts could often provide key intelligence to the army at critical moments, determining the outcome of the war.

Now, these scouts are shouldering a heavy responsibility, and they know full well that the alchemical equipment and sophisticated weapons they possess are hard-earned.

The castle has invested huge resources to train them. They enjoy unparalleled treatment, and what awaits them after they are promoted is a bright future.

Because of this, everyone was in high spirits, with a desire for victory in their hearts and spring recurve bows in their hands, determined to prove their worth in this battle and make great achievements for the castle.

On the sparkling river surface, the heavy infantry were crossing the river. They had carefully planned to fasten hundreds of meters of ropes to the other side to speed up the crossing. This crossing plan seemed perfect to them.

They were full of confidence in this operation, firmly believing that with this ingenious arrangement, they would be able to quickly reach the other side and achieve their strategic goals. However, the development of things was beyond their expectations.

When the crossing was about halfway done, Jean Tocque took the lead in shooting an arrow, which was like a flash of lightning and instantly took the life of an officer. This sudden attack greatly boosted the morale of his own side.

"The enemies on the raft are like living targets. The infantry recurve bow of this inspector has a pulling force of 180 pounds and its range is longer than yours. It will soon be within your range. Today this inspector will see how you perform! This is also a good opportunity to make achievements..." Jean Toc shouted loudly.

Just as he finished speaking, another heavy infantryman, powered by the power of a high-level hunter's fighting spirit, shot an arrow, and the powerful force shot the man into the river.

This swift attack forced the enemy to lie down. At this moment, they were on the narrow raft with extremely limited space to move around, like lambs to be slaughtered.

"The Supervisor is so powerful!"

"Wait a little closer, I can do it too. I can't let the supervisor down!"

The commander on the other side of the river was annoyed when he saw this scene, regretting that he had not sent a batch of sharpshooters over.

He knew that if he had the Sharpshooter in his hands, he might still be able to fight. However, now that all the rafts were halfway rowed, the situation became extremely unfavorable, and they could only fall into the fear of being dominated by the Sharpshooter.

"Damn it, the other side is so despicable and shameless that they actually snipe at us while we are crossing the river. They have no chivalry at all. If they have the guts, they should fight a fair battle..."

Some of the enemy soldiers roared angrily, but at this point, they could either paddle to try to stabilize the raft or let it drift downstream, and the entire army was thrown into disarray.