The Release That Witch
Chapters 94's

Artillery production also continued to advance, the second round of cannon production had entered the drilling phase, while the third round was still in the material gathering phase.

If she was lucky, Roland could have a pretty row of four pounds 12 pounds after a month. Undoubtedly its superiority in terms of firepower. But the question now was how could he turn this advantage into a victory situation, and Roland was still trying to answer it.

Before crossing over, he only worked as a mechanical dog, and like most others in that world, his understanding of war only came from history, movies, and games. If it was just a battle with cold weapons, he could have just handed the order over to Carter and Iron Axe. But this battle was not the same as the two of them before, no one could understand this new hot weapon better than himself.

Therefore, he could only gather the knowledge they had and build his own plan on top of that foundation in addition to his knowledge later on.

To ensure his victory, Roland let Lightning travel every day between Border Town and Longsong Fortress. On the one hand to observe the condition of the road, and on the other hand because he needs to calculate the distance accurately. Roland believed that victory in war was built on the basis of previously collected information and calculations. Whether it is tactical development, or the reduction of each stage of battle, receiving victory in battle is inseparable related to these two points.

Roland once again picked up the one-meter-long iron pipe and the hundred-meter-long hemp rope he had made to determine the firing range of his cannon. Then he went to the artillery testing area to the west of Border Town and measured with them a distance of one kilometer. Then he let Lightning fly this far so that he would always do so in the same amount of time.

When he skillfully recalled exactly how much magic was used, Roland began to measure the distance between Longsong Fortress and Border Town. Using the sundial to measure the time it took for the round trip, he calculated the distance between the two places to be around fifty-five kilometers.

Of course, this is the linear distance between two points. In fact, if traveling by land, you need to take two large bends to avoid crossing at the foothills of the Unpassable Mountains. So if the Duke chose to attack by land, he would need at least three days to reach Border Town.

With Lightning as Scout, Roland would always have a clear idea of where the enemy was and what he should do.

Within a distance of two kilometers to the west of Border Town, he had inserted many signal flags to signal the distance, so if the enemy entered this area, it would be, artillery he can quickly adjust the muzzle angle without the need to open a trial fire.

Now he was starting to worry about what to do if the other party did not start the attack.

Right now, a knocking sound came from the door.

Nightingale, who had been lying all the time on the sofa, chewing on the dried fish slices, disappeared. Seeing this, Roland coughed twice, and said, "Come in."

The door opened and his assistant minister Barov stepped in, "Your Majesty, a member of the Longsong Fortress aristocracy wishes to meet you."

"WHO?" roland asked only to directly ask once more, "Did they send that ambassador over again?"

"No, not the Ambassador," Barov shook his head, "It was one of the nobles who left before the beginning of the Demon Moon, Baron Cornelius, who is back now."

Roland had to think for a moment until he remembered that there were indeed nobles living in Border Town who had fled to the fortress. But now they dare to go back? They will return when spring begins. Do they not respect the laws of the kingdom? "Why does he want to see me?"

“At the construction of the wall, his house was demolished,” said the assistant treasurer. "If you don't want to receive it, I can send it out.”

Roland wanted to accept his offer, but then he changed his mind, "Let the Baron wait for me in the living room."

Perhaps through him, Roland could put pressure on Longsong Fortress, at least this was something he wanted to happen.

After wasting about half an hour, Roland casually entered the living room. After until he saw a man with a very round stomach impatiently waiting beside a long table. While the man restlessly walked back and forth, an additional layer of flesh on his face swayed according to his steps. Seeing His Majesty finally appear, the Baron stopped his path and reluctantly went to the royal welcoming ceremony.

"Sit down," Roland went to the table and placed himself in his chair. According to his usual custom, although this was not the time for dinner, he would let his kitchen at least prepare desserts, but today he did not even let them prepare tea.

"Your Majesty, Prince," Cornelius murmured, and began to speak even before he sat down, "How can you let that stupid mason dismantle my house? It's still a nice house. From the parapet, logs used for roof beam poles also have the best quality. When I made it, I had to spend over a hundred ... no, a hundred and fifty gold royals! " Talking he anxiously waved with his hand.

"Well," said Cornelius as he nodded, "It is a big house, second only to Baron Simon.”

"It's a pity, it's too close to the wall, and it has blocked my men's way," Roland said, after pausing for a moment then he continued, "but City Hall has decided on compensation.

"How much...?"

Roland stretched out his two fingers, "Twenty gold royals."

"That's too little! Your Majesty .." cried Cornelius as he spit everywhere. Finally, he calmed down. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Well, twenty, twenty gold royals, where should I go to get the money?"

"Get it?" Roland put on a confused look. "The money was already paid to the owner of the house."

"What's? Wait, wait .. I own the house!"

"not you. That's Blair, captain of my second militia."

"Who is that?" The Baron asked once again in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, you are wrong, I am the Host!"

"But I didn't see you during the winter," Roland raised his eyebrows, "Then how can that house be yours?"

"Of course I wasn't there; I went back to Longsong Fortress. Who would stay in this god-abandoned place, this place could only be used as a feeding ground for demonic beasts ?!"

"So, you want to say you ran away because you are afraid of demonic beasts. And you still have the face to call yourself Lord?" ask Roland.

"I, uh ..." The baron was suddenly stunned and did not know how to answer him.

"Guard," Roland clapped, and immediately two guards walked into the living room, holding Cornelius between them.

"We're in Hallo Palace, what do you mean by this !?"

"Very simply, you now have two options," Roland stood up from the chair, freezing Cornelius with his gaze, "First, you admit that you have made a mistake, that the house does not belong to you. And then I can look at what's happening now as nothing more than a joke. Your second choice is to acknowledge that during the Month of Satan, you betrayed your Lord, fled the battle without your Lord's permission, timidly fleeing to the Longsong Fortress. If you take this option, I'll put you in jail for desertion, where you'll be waiting for your hanging day. Which one did you choose? "

The sweat flowing from Cornelius' forehead did not stop, he swallowed in fear, hesitating for a moment before he quivered: "Your Majesty, I ... I made a mistake, it's not my home.

"So this is all a misunderstanding," Roland shrugged, and then said to the guards, "Send the Baron to his path."

As Cornelius was about to pass through the door, the Prince stopped him once more: "Right, when you brought my ship back to Longsong Fortress, could you pass on a message for me? Tell them .. ah, who may have the same misunderstanding as yourself, if they do not want to choose the second option, they do not need to waste their time by coming to Border Town.

"Whatever you want, Your Majesty," Cornelius said with a forced smile as he left the room. But as he turned around, Roland could see how his partner was gritting his teeth.

Like this, I should have made quite a big fuss inside Longsong Fortress, right? Roland thought.