
With the battle already begun, Berengar quickly loaded his rifle before firing another shot at the approaching attacker; his projectile hit the approaching belly of the retribution, detonate it and send the severely injured man to the ground below where he slowly bled to death. Right after doing so, an arrow shot towards him from below and glanced at his steel hat; if it was only a few inches lower, it would pierce through his eyes. Berengar quickly took cover behind the merlon as he began to refill his rifle again.
His troops operated under gunfire orders at will, and as such, the firing sequence was sporadic, as the cannons exploded at different times, and rifles followed suit. Eventually, a group of levies made it to the edge of the wall, where the defenders began directing their rifles through intrigue and lowering their lead projectiles to the poor souls below. Now that the enemy was just below defense, the thousands of infantry still using the 1417 Land Pattern Musket, which was smoothbore and had limited range, were able to attack the enemy behind the security of the wall.
The enemy screams filled the air as they were blown up by cannons and rifles. Despite the fierce flames raining down on them, some of the stairs finally managed to reach a position where the defenders closest to them put up their bayonets and pierced through the retribution chests climbing the stairs. Due to the lack of armor, the bayonet puncture was very efficient in penetrating the retribution chest, and the body was kicked down from the fortress and onto the troops below. Finally, the stairs were pushed back to the ground below, destroying several men in a large horde that attacked the city walls. Surrounded, the defenders quickly fired their rifles as quickly as possible, each soldier firing roughly three shots per minute into the pool below.
Without any means of self-defense, it has become a turkey shot. The defenders held out behind the protection of the merlons and opened fire on the hordes of peasants and gunmen who kept pushing forward, trying to get out of the firing zone of the mighty cannons. Although the attackers closest to the wall were within the blind spot of the cannon, unfortunately they were within the line of sight of the gunner due to the dexterity, which gives the ability to shoot directly at the enemy below while being protected by a stone wall. . With more than 3000 infantry firing 2-3 rounds per minute, the defense forces can fire more than 9000 rounds per minute at the troops below, which amounts to about 15,000 in total. Although not every projectile reached its target, it only took a few minutes before a sea of corpses filled under the Castle.
The level of chaos and carnage that occurred to the besiegers in such a short span of time was unimaginable. The nobles were frightened by the powerful weapons that Berengar's army used and had fled to the edge of the battlefield; their army was nearly annihilated even heavily armed men could not resist the rumbling force of weapons in which Berengar and his troops were equipped. These nobles were the children and vassals of the mighty Baron and Viscount who had marched to battle with Lothair. They came to the conclusion that Berengar's rebellion was destined to end in a remarkable victory. Watching death descend into the battlefield as they had, they finally realized the reason why Berengar was so quickly able to conquer the city;
Unaware that they were still within range of the cannon, the commanders gathered the rest of their troops and began to discuss among themselves how to proceed. A man in his thirties wearing a full plate lifted a protector to his basket and spoke in a voice filled with doubt.
"What kind of evil magic has Berengar the Cursed conjured up to produce such devastating weapons? It must be true that he got along with the demons if such a destructive power was in his hands! How can we defeat the devil and his representatives on this earth!
The lords who had gathered did not get a good view of how their troops were so quickly slaughtered; they only heard thunder and saw the blood and flesh of their people splattered on the battlefield, he said, completely negating any armor they might be wearing. It was as if Berengar had created an army of witches and demons. Because how could an average warrior have such domineering power?
Another master agreed with the previous statement and added his own
"We must escape quickly, or we will surely be preyed upon by the gates of hell! We must warn others about the demonic power that Berengar possesses!"
Eckhard quickly approached Berengar and asked what he wanted to do with the remaining troops still within range of firing the cannon, all of them were completely shaken after witnessing the death of their commander and comrade in such a short period of time.
"My lord, what should we do with the remaining enemies?"
Berengar's lips curled into an evil grin as he gave his final command to defend Innsbruck.
"Open the gate and have Cuirassier ride it!"
Seeing that Berengar had decided to silence the enemy to prevent the leaking of words from his advanced weaponry, Eckhard only sighed while saluting by hitting his fist at his breastplate.
"It will be done, my lord."
After Berengar's orders were given to the Cuirassier Battalion, who had hitherto not been given the opportunity to demonstrate their strength, about 1,200 people rode on their horses before they went to slaughter the thousands who had already begun to travel. . The heavy cavalry quickly chased the fleeing bachelor and cut them like wheat into a scythe. Not a single besieger made it out of the battle alive, and Berengar once again pointed out the distance he would cover to ensure his remarkable victory in this war and all the wars to come. The more Berengar could extend the spread of accurate information about his weapons, the longer he could maintain his incredible technological advantage over his enemies.
While this defense was taking place, another battle took place in the heart of the Visounty of Kufstein. While Berengar destroyed his enemies marching towards him, Count Lothar's army had arrived at Kufstein. If the defense of Innsbruck was considered a bloodbath, then the Siege of Kufstein would be considered a sea of blood.