
Berengar was currently sitting outside the city walls within the confines of his siege camp. He was having breakfast, consisting of rye crackers, and salted pork. He ate the same food as his soldiers and refused special treatment while in the field. Therefore, he sat next to an Officer, an NCO, and an enlisted man. Cannons echoed throughout the field as they constantly bombarded the city walls; one might think a thunderstorm was occurring if they were unfamiliar with such advanced weapons.
Although the sky above was gloomy, and the cold breeze was filled with snow falling, it was not at all a thunderstorm. A cool breeze struck Berengar's face, which was the only part of his skin that came into direct contact with the air; he was covered from head to toe in a thick woolen garment plated with fur like his other troops. In fact, Berengar's army clothing was much less conspicuous in winter; with a set of winter boots and gloves, the, they look much different from their field equipment used in more favorable conditions.
Although they do not look as beautiful as usual, they keep warm with their clothes, and in the end, practicality is much more important than aesthetics when it comes to army gear. Therefore, the men ate their biscuits and pork under the falling snow while explosives continued to bombard the city's thick stone walls. It had been three days since the siege began, and Berengar was confident that the wall would soon collapse once all the parts they were bombarding were already in a miserable state.
Just as Berengar was about to speak to his soldiers, he heard the sound of rocks collapsing upon himself and the cheers of his men. Seeing the wall collapse, Berengar quickly put on his steel hat and fur hat before marching to the front line where his troops quickly gathered. Eventually, they would be able to seize the city, as for the castle bombing, which would still take several days. With a sword in hand, Berengar shouted with his strength as he rushed towards the shattered part of the wall.
"Resigning charges!"
Most of the soldiers in his camp rushed to the broken wall with bayonets affixed and swords in hand as they fought off the missile fire from the archers and arrows above. Luckily for them, their vital organs were covered with hardened steel plate armor, so as long as they were not shot in the face, they would withstand the rain of arrows that descended upon them. Berengar's troops quickly arrived in front of the wall where they formed a firing line and rained down on the defenders who filled the gap, filling the gap, the mighty spear wall formed by the city garrison quickly collapsed under the lead ball that pierced through their armor as if it did not exist, and sent them to the afterlife.
The defensive line collapsed with a single shot and was quickly attacked by a sea of bayonets and swords. The troops behind the Berengar formation continued to fire at the defenders in the fortress, it quickly cut off the number of archers desperately trying to resist the black and gold waves that forced its way through the gaps within the city walls.
The wall was knocked down under concentrated fire from Berengar's artillery battalion in three parts; each area experienced the same scene. Berengar swung the spear out of his way with his sword blade before lunging straight into the open basket of the city's defenses, piercing through the man's eyes and thus his skull ended his miserable existence. He led an attack in the middle crack in the city's defense; slowly but surely, his troops flooded the local garrison.
Eckhard led one of the other locations where he used his rifle and bayonet to outmaneuver the spear thrust towards him before penetrating the man's post and the gambeson with a long bayonet, which he had been holding, perfectly formed to pass through the gaps in the hauberk letters. Like Berengar, he led the troops into battle as the defenders of the city slowly began to retreat. Eventually, the defensive line was broken. Instead of chasing the fleeing garrison to the guards, Berengar's forces marched, refilled, and fired at the city's defenders as their backs turned, instantly shooting at them without regret.
"Don't give me a quarter!"
As Berengar's army advanced through the city, they shot dead anyone wearing armor or weapons from a distance. Right now, Berengar was leading his army through the city, where arrow arrows were fired from his window and into his chest protector, where he left a light dent. Enraged by the action, Bernegar ordered a nearby grenade to throw his grenade through the window; after turning on the fuse, the grenade did as instructed, and within a few seconds, the grenade exploded, after that Berengar led his troops into the building to clear it completely.
As Berengar barged through the door, he witnessed a terrifying scene; the archers inside the building were completely torn apart by explosions and terrifying grenade shards, but so are the remains of a mother and her two daughters. Evidently, these civilians were hiding in the room where Crossbowman took his position.
Berengar could not help but sigh at the scene as he spoke his thoughts aloud while his other soldiers cleared the building.
"That's the price of war ..."
Similar scenes can be seen throughout the city, as archers and archers take shelter in buildings before firing at advancing enemies, which will result in one or two grenades being thrown into the structure, kill every living thing in it. Although Berengar forbade the deliberate targeting of civilians, he did not prevent his soldiers from cleaning the room with the most effective methods available, even if it meant the death of an innocent person.
Thus, the City was quickly taken away, and the defenders of the city fled to the Castle as a final defense or were killed in the streets. Berengar's casualties were very low due to the high level of protection from the hardened and extinguished half-plate armor given to his soldiers. The cavalry suffered even less than the infantry because they were equipped with Three-quarters plate armor, and although it went down, they took part in the siege as well.
Before long, the city was secured, and all that was left was to tear down the Castle and the nobles within it who were huddled behind their walls. Thus, the artillery was transferred to the city and marched in such a way as to attack the walls of the Castle; in a few days, Schwaz would completely fall into the hands of Berengar, who was not a part of the city, and he will show no mercy to the young Master who acts as Regent. All of this could have been avoided if the foolish boy had stayed in his city and would not bother to attack Berengar's forces as he advanced into Innsbruck. In the end one had to pay the price for the lives lost in the ambush, and it was handed over to the son and heir of the Viscount, who ruled as his successor as he went about committing treason.