Chapter 138: Blasting the Camp

More than a hundred Western Qin soldiers were all big and round-armed people selected by Mengge himself, and each of them carried at least five thunders on them.

Although as long as the Burgundians were still in Belfort, for the Western Qin people, they had more than one chance to "gift" them.

However, there is only so much gunpowder and so many thunder at present. The more important problem is that they do not have enough time, so Mongo did not intend to be stingy and only use up part of it at a time. Instead, he was going to give the Burgundians a big surprise at one time.

After all, they still need to rush back to Basel as soon as possible to meet with the main force of the coalition forces, and they don’t have much time to work hard here.

The secret code sounded, and hundreds of fire breaks were ignited at the same time. Fortunately, they were on the mountain peak, where the Burgundian sentry could not reach the sight. If it was replaced by flat ground, in such a dark environment, as long as the other sentry was not blind, it would not be hidden from their eyes.

Another secret code, more than a hundred Western Qin soldiers were skillful in their movements. After igniting a thunderclap, they immediately threw it as far as possible. With the advantage of a drop of more than 30 meters, these strong Western Qin soldiers could completely throw the thunderclap farther.

Even before the first batch of thunders exploded, the fast-moving Xi Qin soldiers ignited the second one and threw it out.

"If I want to say, they will definitely not have too many such weapons, otherwise they would not have seen them use them in the battle between Betan and Dassault." There were several nobles in Grand Duke John's camp showing off their knowledge, and based on their own experience, they could guess what TMD was, or the limitations of this weapon. It has to be said that Grand Duke John's subordinates have more or less capable. The guy who just spoke was actually very close to the facts, but they did not expect that "Boom" was brought by Weifu from Bern after the Battle of Basel.

Just when there were still a few guys ready to silence, they could hear a thunder sound in the plain, or the kind of thunder that kept echoing, awakening all the awake and sleeping Burgundians.

They are completely familiar with this sound, but when they hear this sound, the sound is no longer comparable to the scale of daytime. This can only explain one problem. The quantity used by the people of Xiqin this time is also not the scale of daytime.

On the mountain, Mongo and his soldiers did not care about checking the results of the battle (in fact, they could not check it. The dark night, unless it was dawn, even Burgundy himself could not fully count how much they had lost), and immediately retreated from the other side of the mountain.

They are like a real assassin unit, succeeding with one blow, retreating immediately, and no longer considering other gains and losses.

Yes, Mongo and the others didn't have to consider the results of the battle. After all, their strategic purpose of this battle, to delay the Burgundians' marching speed, has reached. As for the inability to achieve tactics, it is already secondary.

But the Burgundians had to care about the damage in the war. Before they could see the shadow of the enemy, their soldiers suffered losses one after another. It would be impossible to say that Grand Duke John was not angry. And what made him most annoyed was that he knew that this was not the fault of his soldiers and generals, so he couldn't even exaggerate: he really wanted to vent his anger on the Western Qin people, but, as he said, he still didn't see the shadow of the Western Qin people.

The great Duke of Burgundy forgot what he had said to his son not long ago and came to the camp where the Western Qin people had sneaked into the attack. If Mongo and the others did not leave at this time, they might have been able to catch a bigger fish, but no one could say such a thing. Besides, if they really stayed here and waited, they might have to wait first.

Looking at the tent of 5,000 people, no tent was still standing upright. The ones that were tilted around were considered the best preserved. Some of them could no longer see their original appearance, riddled with holes, and more of them were now completely turned into ashes.

As for those poor soldiers, Grand Duke John believed that he was still a stalwart man, but he could not help but feel a sudden sensation in his heart when he saw the soldiers' incomplete bodies or charred cheeks.

Fortunately, it was still night, so the Grand Duke could only vaguely see the miserable appearance of his soldiers in the fire. If not, then his heart would be more than just a thunderous moment.

After such a thing happened, all the Burgundians naturally had no intention of sleeping. Not only did the loud noise just now disturb them, but more importantly, they were also worried that if they were sleeping soundly, they would become like this without realizing it... Although they also knew that if the Western Qin people really attacked them, they would not be able to run away from the little black spots.

"How about casualties?" Duke John really didn't want to mention this topic. Many people just said that there would not be too many "rumblings" in the Western Qin side, but in a blink of an eye, someone slapped the face.

"The tent was originally stationed at a unit of 5,000 people. About 300 people were killed and 600 were seriously injured. Most of the injured could not hear the sound." Philip replied. The loss of nearly 1,000 people in total was not small.

"Dog shit, how could this happen?" The eldest son slapped the dead tree beside him. "Have those guys who attacked the sneak attack caught them?"

"Not yet." Philip seemed to see his father's expression wrong and immediately said, "But, there is good news."

"What good news? Ha, may we have good news now?" Grand Duke John was furious, but because he was in front of his son, he didn't have to worry too much. After all, in front of outsiders and in front of those who are loyal to him, he must always keep his appearance so that they can fear him.

"We found this." As he said, Philip took out a cloth bag from his side, which contained some fragments and some powder.

Even the grenades in later generations cannot guarantee that there will be no duds, let alone the prototype of a grenade that is so simple that it cannot be as simple as it is now?

And because it was loaded with pottery, if it fell to the ground before it exploded, it would turn into pieces and a pile of gunpowder powder. During the day, it was used in small scale and the throwing soldiers were the most experienced throwers in the entire Western Qin army, so the Burgundians did not find the finished product, but this action tonight inevitably allowed the Burgundians to get it.

Of course, for the time being, with Burgundy's technical strength, it is not yet able to imitate it.

"We can't use this thing. When we conquer Switzerland, we will naturally find the person who made it and serve our Burgundy Principality." Grand Duke John revealed a hint of anger and confidence. After all, if ordinary nobles get this thing, they will definitely keep it well, so that when they have the opportunity, they will let their craftsmen think about it. But Grand Duke John opened his mouth and went straight to the Western Qin craftsmen who were proficient in mastering this technology. It seemed that he did not take the Western Qin people seriously at all.

However, before learning that Xi Qin had this thing, Philip would definitely feel that he would have conquered Switzerland, and there was no problem at all. But now such a variable suddenly appeared, he would have to feel a little upset.

Five thousand people lost nearly one-fifth of the soldiers at once. They didn't know how many such weapons Western Qin had. In other words, Philip was really worried that his soldiers would not be enough for the Western Qin people to "suddenly".

John seemed to see his son's concern, smiled and said, "I didn't know how many of these jars they had." At first, the Burgundians used the onomatopoetic word "Boom" to call the thunder made by the Western Qin people. Now he can see from the fragments that the original model of this new weapon is a jar. Of course, the most important thing is not the jar itself, but the powder, which John can also see.

"Although many people say that the Western Qin cannot have too many jars, the army we have in our hands is the basis for our family's rule over Burgundy. Switzerland can do it, but we cannot give up this army. So, I dare not take this risk and bet on how many jars the Western Qin people have."

Philip began to understand his father's meaning, but as a son, he knew that this was not the time to show off.

"Think about it, if we have such a powerful new weapon in our hands, and in sufficient numbers, will they only be used in a unit of five thousand men? Understand that doing so will only allow us to know more clearly the effect of their weapons, and will also make us wary of it." Duke John seemed to like his son looking at him with such admiration: "If they are really sufficient, they will only try to prevent us from knowing that they have such weapons before the final battle. And now they are taking them out and using them, which only means that they do not think that this new weapon can change the victory of a battle."

"What my father said is." Philip lowered his head deeply, and once again satisfied his father's good teacher Gu Daiwang.

It has to be admitted that John was able to get along in the cracks between the Kingdom of France, the Holy Roman Empire, the Kingdom of England, and the Three Great Powers, and even fought against the French royal family and almost destroyed it. He did have his unique skills.

"Tell all the nobles what I mean, so that they can rest assured. Today, we can enter Switzerland." John raised his head, as if looking at something: "Western Qin people, we can finally fight with honor."

It seems that John himself is not a nobleman who likes to play cards according to routines, but compared with the combat styles of the Western Qin people, John found that he was actually a quite traditional European aristocrat.

"Yes, my father." Philip lowered his head even lower.

On Basel, if Bai Zhou knew that the Burgundians could infer these information by relying on this sneak attack on his side, he would probably have to smile bitterly. Although Bai Zhou knew that in this era when heroes were released, especially the "Fearless John", his ability would naturally not be bad. However, being able to infer reasonable and useful information from clues is indeed not something that ordinary people can do.

Fortunately, Bai Zhou had no intention of bluffing - he hoped that the Burgundians would retreat with the power of black gunpowder, so there was no problem of backfiring...
Chapter completed!