When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1342: Chapter 1260: Eating Bacon

Aleksei knew that his action this time was unexpected, so it would be smoother.

But this was too smooth, so smooth it seemed unreal.

There were no leaks, no exposure, and even on the way, they encountered a Royal Court patrol ship.

But they just accepted a few gold pound bribes and let them go.

When the ship, flying the merchant flag, sailed into Bacon Castle’s port, he couldn’t even believe it.

Especially the people at the port, who weren’t alerted by the paddle wheels on the ship.

On the contrary, the Blood Servant merchants, human merchants, and Norn Servant Army only glanced curiously before ignoring them.

The situation in Norn’s territory was too complicated; who didn’t have strange decorations on their ships?

Last time, a fleet of a Great Monarch Norn even had a meticulously carved life-sized wooden Dick of the monarch himself on the bow.

What is a paddle wheel compared to that?

Of course, this was also because the entire Saignée River was controlled by the Royal Court. If the Holy Alliance Army really invaded, they would have known long ago.

Thus they stood woodenly, watching cloaked figures emerge from the ship’s cabin.

In eerie silence, Aleksei quietly commanded his soldiers to proceed with the ambush plan.

Until the cloaked figures approached several key points on the dock, until the tax collector conducting a check screamed, until the raging fire ignited at the port—Bacon Castle’s garrison finally reacted.

"Enemy attack—"

With the sounding of the military horn, everything from the port to the city walls fell silent.

Enemy attack? Where did they come from? Weren’t the local bandits wiped out by the vampires?

While many merchants and civilians were puzzled, Aleksei had already cut the tarps covering items on the ship.

The ropes, like small snakes, fell with a rustle, revealing a tube longer than that of the previous Great Monarch Dick.

But this tube at the ship’s bow was capable of firing.

"Holy Thunder!"

"Boom—"

When mud splashed in front of the city gate, it was as if the Holy Father had just released the pause button, and the once orderly harbor immediately descended into chaos.

There really was an enemy attack; what was Salted Meat Castle doing?!

"Help—"

"The short hairs are here, the short hairs are here, run!"

"Don’t kill me, I’m a believer in the Holy Sect... Gentlemen, this way!"

People scrambled to put on hoods and cloaks and fled in all directions.

Merchants rolled up their goods and pressed their money bags, not forgetting to take their cattle and horses in the busy moment.

Aleksei lowered the visor of his helmet, pointing his longsword at Bacon Castle across the moat: "Attack!"

"At your command, Your Highness!"

Nearly a hundred cuirassiers leaped out of the cabin, thumping on the pier and charging towards the city gate.

The garrison soldiers barely reacted, fumbling to place the Luca on the road.

But before they could encounter the charging cuirassiers, they were first dispersed by the people on the dock.

By the time the disoriented soldiers stood again, trying to restore the checkpoint, all they heard was the urgent sound of hooves.

"Don’t block the way, lapdogs!"

Kutuyuv’s scimitar slid smoothly across a soldier commander’s neck, and blood immediately sprayed like an arrow.

The hooves lifted mud, and in an instant, it swept past this group of checkpoint soldiers, leaving a dozen bloodthirsty bodies.

"Ura!"

Kutuyuv was the first to shout a war cry, and the other soldiers immediately followed.

"Ura!"

"Quick, raise the drawbridge!" Seeing the cuirassiers rushing in, the soldiers in the winch room used all their might.

Gotta say, the master of Bacon Castle designed the city’s defense system well.

By the time the cuirassiers reached the drawbridge, it had already risen nearly a man’s height.

The thick chains clanked, slowly lifting the heavy drawbridge.

Without being told, two wizards placed on the horses by the cuirassiers jumped down.

They spread their hands while retching, a hot white light flashed from their palms, hitting the iron chains precisely.

Visibly, the iron chain links started to glow red-hot.

Under lightning heat, metal turns soft, an accepted fact of this world.

Under the premise of softening, if it still suspends a heavy drawbridge at its end, what happens?

The answer is simple—deformation!

The more urgent the pull of the chains, the greater the deformation!

It didn’t take long before the militia in the winch room suddenly felt the winch become light.

Looking outside again, the bent wooden drawbridge tilted, one side pulling on the chain as it slowly slipped down.

The only remaining half of the chain also started making a metal straining noise.

This wasn’t enough to drop the drawbridge fully, but it could close the city gate.

However, Aleksei had considered this.

"Grenadiers!"

Seven or eight grenadiers arrived on horseback and dismounted the grenade launchers, placing them by the moat.

The leading grenadier gave a thumbs-up towards the distant gate tower. After a moment, he began adjusting the launcher in all directions.

"Aim well," Kutuyuv called.

"Don’t worry, old man," the grenadier twisted the handle, and the auxiliary soldiers immediately tossed the plasma rounds inside.

A muffled thump sounded, and the plasma round shot a high arc, landing perfectly between two windows.

In an instant, plasma exploded, lightning spell burst forth.

Under rapid heating, even the air exploded.

Keep in mind, most Norn city walls had earthstone structures for the walls themselves, with soil and wood structures on top!

With a screech, the wood crumbled, creating a gap atop the walls, linking the two windows.

"It missed!" Kutuyuv roared.

"Didn’t miss!" the grenadier immediately replied.

In less than a minute, the second plasma round traced another arc.

This time, it fell right into the gap, and blood and the scent of cooked meat wafted from it.

The drawbridge, hanging in midair, crashed down, bouncing heavily off the ground.

The moment the drawbridge steadied, the cuirassiers let out an "Ura!" war cry, galloping into the city.

Unfortunately, before they arrived, a swift shadow zipped overhead, piercing into the city gate.

At this moment, soldiers and civilians crowded the gate, but Aleksei couldn’t care about them.

The iron ball carved a path of flesh and blood, crashing into the gate.

With a loud bang, at least seven or eight soldiers pushing the gate were knocked over by the recoil, blood streaming from their noses.

This brief moment for the cuirassiers felt more than sufficient, like an hour.

Shouting "Long live the Duke" and "Pope Wanpiao," they charged into the chaotic crowd and soldiers.

Perhaps due to previous suppressions by the cuirassiers and Sogon, the civilians instinctively dove to the roadside.

The cuirassiers ignored those who dove, focusing fiercely on slashing the Servant Army soldiers guarding the gate.

When Aleksei arrived with nearly a thousand Spring Gunners, besides the twenty to thirty Extraordinary Knights still resisting, the other soldiers had vanished.

"Well done, lads." Aleksei excitedly patted one cuirassier’s shoulder and tapped another’s helmet.

Kutuyuv sheathed his curved sword, "Your Highness, there are still Blood Gunners in the city, probably relying on the inner forts for defense. The battle’s not over."

"I’m aware." Aleksei pointed to the open street, "Valeri, take your men and sweep."

"Yes!"

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