Three honeycomb bombs per person were thrown out by the Bear School witchers in a saturated bombing within one minute.
The explosion covered an area tens of meters in front of them.
This was a terrifying weapon the mutant fishemen had never seen before. The power of the gunpowder explosion directly killed or maimed dozens of mutant fishemen, and their bodies became obstacles on the battlefield, hindering the advance of the fishemen troops.
The actual combat results were secondary, but such a large-scale explosive attack unconsciously reminded the fishemen of the terrifying lightning magic they had just witnessed.
Even their steps became hesitant, and their morale plummeted.
Before these simple-minded creatures could recover from the explosions, the second wave of crossbow attacks from the Skellige warriors and sailors did not hesitate, felling another dozen or so fishemen who were charging at the front.
Thus, in a short charging distance of less than two hundred meters, with everyone's cooperation, nearly a quarter of the mutant fishemen troops had already been eliminated by concentrated fire.
Fortunately, these opponents were low-intelligence monster teams that only obeyed orders.
Otherwise, if it were a human army composed of farmers and civilians, facing such terrifying attacks and such heavy casualties, they would probably have already scattered and fled by now.
Finally, after suffering heavy casualties, the mutant fishemen also gained the opportunity for close-quarters combat.
Unfortunately, even if they managed to rush to the humans, what first greeted them were three powerful witchers with exceptional combat prowess and superhuman courage.
Gerd, Robb, and Jon Snow, these three burly Bear School men, stood at the forefront of the battlefield.
They wore dozens of kilograms of metal armor, full-face helmets resembling horned helms, possessed several times the strength and speed of ordinary people, and would be formidable generals capable of fighting ten or even a hundred in any cold weapon battlefield of any era.
And as battle-hardened Bear School witchers, they possessed extremely rich battlefield experience. They quickly found the key defensive points on the front line and, leading the Skellige warriors beside them, blocked the enemy.
Whenever they charged forward using their powerful New Year's Swordplay, no monster could stop their advance.
The three Bear School witchers united, protected by the other Skellige warriors around them, forming a scythe on the battlefield, constantly harvesting the lives of the mutant fishemen.
Each time a battle-axe fell, the powerful and heavy strike could cleave a mutant fisheman in two.
By this point, the previously arranged abatis defenses also played an important role.
Thick logs blocked the mutant fishemen's movement routes.
Because the defensive position was quite small, with layers of protection, Gerd and the others only needed to guard one gap, constantly slaughtering the enemy, to prevent flanking attacks and encirclement by the enemy.
Even if the enemy's numbers were ten times theirs, it would be difficult to break through the formation and find a gap in the front line in a short time.
And Guilliman, standing on the Black Hawk, high above, also began to act as a battlefield artillery platform.
Standing at the bow, over ten meters high, he used his superhuman arm strength to casually throw an alchemical bomb dozens or even a hundred meters, landing it in the densest enemy areas.
Like a super catapult, his arm constantly swung, his immense physical strength allowing him to continuously throw bombs.
And the extraordinary ability of his storage space meant Guilliman hardly needed to consider logistical issues. A continuous stream of ignited bombs constantly appeared in his hand, allowing him to throw more than a dozen bombs within a minute.
Honeycomb bombs, Dragon's Dream bombs, and the powerful North Wind bombs, which were very suitable for dealing with dense enemies.
Three types of bombs were thrown alternately, landing precisely.
In just three minutes, he threw a total of dozens of alchemical bombs, likely worth over eight hundred orens.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
If it were a wide battlefield with two armies facing each other, where people were spread out and enemies knew how to use shields to defend, perhaps alchemical bombs would not have achieved too significant an effect.
But as an assault on a small stronghold, with the enemies being low-intelligence mutant fishemen.
These foolish enemies crowded together, trying to break through the front line formed by Gerd and the others' bodies.
Such a dense formation also allowed Guilliman's bomb tactics to achieve the most significant results.
Gunpowder, poison gas, lightning, freezing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The effects of several alchemical bombs intertwined, constantly erupting within the dense enemy crowd, even forming a chain reaction.
Killing large swathes of monster fishemen within the explosion radius.
Just a few minutes later, when Triss emerged from the cabin.
She was surprised to find that the mutant fishemen troops, originally numbering several hundred, had already suffered over sixty to seventy percent casualties, leading to widespread desertion.
And the assault team, composed of Gerd, Robb, and Jon Snow, even in their excitement, led the Skellige warriors and Blackbeard's sailors who followed them, beginning to charge out of the front line, pursuing the fleeing mutant fishemen.
Until the front line was pushed further and further, the bodies of the fishemen formed a continuous stretch, dyeing the entire riverbank red.
The bard girl, who had been hiding in the cabin and watched the entire battle through a viewing port, couldn't help but cheer and rush out of the cabin.
Excitedly holding paper and pen, she stood at the bow, constantly gazing out, recording this human victory by describing the scene.
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