"We can't go out of the city for a decisive battle! The opponent has advanced so far day and night, so he must have something to rely on. Now we take the risk to attack the opponent. If we win, the opponent may have follow-up troops. If we lose, we will lose Volavo." Standing in the city
Above his head, looking at the black golden eagle king's flag on the plain in the distance, the old general Franky pressed his long sword and comforted his subordinates who were seeking battle.
His voice was very kind, as if it had magic power. After hearing his analysis, the officers who were ready to fight to the death with the enemies in the city all suppressed their desire to compete for credit.
"Let our people take the time to rest. The other side may not launch an attack immediately, but we must be well prepared for defense. The city wall cannot make any mistakes!" Franky has rich experience and is an old general who has been tested on the battlefield.
Looking worriedly at the enemies standing still in the distance, he had to add to his men: "If the opponent enters the shooting range, use the long-range catapults behind the city wall to repel them."
Frankie had a great sense of the overall situation. He knew that the Irish troops under the city could not last long. Their all-out effort to capture Wallavo was actually the best proof that they wanted to enter the city to avoid the ensuing field battle.
Therefore, as a frontline commander, what he has to do is not to destroy the enemy and gain credit. What he has to do is to prevent the enemy from completing his campaign objectives, and then the division will win.
As long as the opponent cannot attack for a long time, the follow-up reinforcements of the Arant Empire will definitely be more and more, and then the opponent will have only one option: retreat. If the Holy Demon Empire joins the war, the situation will be more favorable to the Arant Empire, Fran
Qi knew very well that no mortal could be the opponent of the dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire.
Therefore, the current situation seems very difficult and complicated, but in the eyes of the old general Franky, it is actually simple and makes him feel a little bored. Any mortal monarch's efforts to break the distribution of power will ultimately be in vain.
Even the arrogant Zorn arranged for a messenger to go to the border of the Holy Demon Empire before the war going south, and submitted a document about the war going south to the Doson Empire. It was clearly written on it that as long as the Doson River is
The demands of the Northern Territory.
"Boom!" Just when Frankie felt a little bored, the Irish Phalanx in the distance showed their trump card, and a shell pierced the air, with a sharp whistle, and landed on Walla
Inside the city of Wo City.
The shell crashed into a house, directly smashing the roof tiles of the house, and then exploded in the house, knocking down two walls. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding houses began to collapse with the vibration, making a low and suppressed boom.
Voice.
"What is that?" He stared at a row of collapsing houses in the distance behind him with wide eyes. Franky's steady voice was trembling, and he subconsciously asked his adjutant in disbelief.
road.
The adjutant, who was also shocked and speechless, had no intention of answering Franky's question at this time. He looked at the house that was collapsing as the smoke spread, and the unforgettable explosion sound was still in his ears.
.
"Boom!" The shock of the two people was not over yet. The second shell hit the wall of Volavo. The explosion caused the entire wall to crack, but the thick wall remained stubborn and did not fall down.
It's just that the soldiers on the city wall have been frightened by two consecutive huge explosions and turned pale. They are not afraid of the enemy rushing to their feet in a dark mass, because they have too many ways to compete with the enemies attacking the city.
Fighting.
But now, everything in front of them has surpassed their cognition. Now they know nothing about what is happening, and the fear brought by ignorance is the fear that truly penetrates into the bone marrow.
"Boom!" Just like the doomsday bell, the explosion sounded endlessly. The third explosion also occurred in the city, and another innocent building collapsed, and billowing black smoke rose.
Franky had already adjusted from the shock at this time. He knew that the tactics he thought were foolproof now seemed to have completely failed. The city wall that was originally almost indestructible seemed to be completely vulnerable in the eyes of his opponents.
"Can it be said that the Holy Demon Empire has fallen to Ailan Hill? Is it possible that the greedy Lord Ailan Hill is willing to use more feed to feed the demons of the Holy Demon Empire?" In the rolling voice
In the smoke, Franky stared at the black royal flag in the distance and sighed bitterly.
"Hold your position! No retreat is allowed! We are the warriors of Arant! Death is like going home to us!" He suddenly shouted loudly to all the soldiers in front of him, and the sound of encouraging morale exploded.
It floated far away in the gap.
"Boom!" But a few seconds later, more ferocious artillery fire completely suppressed the shouts above Volavo City. The Eiland Hill troops below the city assembled 40 cannons. The power of a single salvo was simply too powerful.
No mortal body can contend.
"Boom!" As another round of volleys aimed at the city wall was completed, Volavo's thick city wall finally broke and collapsed amidst the explosion. The crenels rolled and fell to the bottom of the city, along with the soldiers on the wall and their corpses.
It collapsed and was buried among smoke and rubble.
Seeing that there was a gap in his city wall, Frankie knew that this defensive battle was destined to become difficult. However, he did not regret at all his previous choice to refuse the opponent's persuasion to surrender. He knew that sometimes soldiers have to be calm.
Face the worst possible outcome.
A towering catapult was torn to pieces by the shock wave of the explosion. Countless wooden supports collapsed and shattered. The soldiers under these catapults were already in a mess. A huge wooden pry bar hit another catapult next to it.
There was a squeaking sound in the car.
After three rounds of bombardment, the city of Volavo was already in an apocalyptic scene. This was also the first time that Eiland Hill had used such a brutal attack to occupy a large city since it began to move south.
"Sir, the other side has not surrounded us, let's retreat eastward!" Franky's adjutant, whose face was already covered with smoke and dust, took Franky's arm and persuaded him loudly.
There is no way, after several rounds of shelling, the voices of everyone on the battlefield will become extremely loud, because they have become accustomed to the deafening environment, and their ears have long become no longer so sensitive.
The armor on this adjutant's body was no longer shiny, and some splatters of blood could even be seen on it. The enemy was still several miles away, and as a result, the defenders on the city wall had suffered heavy losses.
The explosion just now caused them to lose hundreds of people, and hundreds more were slightly injured. If it were not for the protection of armor, the losses of these soldiers may be greater. The most important thing is not the loss of these soldiers, but the loss of Volavo
The fortifications have been almost completely destroyed.
"Qiang!" Frankie pulled out the sword from his waist, pushed away the adjutant holding his arm, and ordered loudly: "Reserve team! Follow me to the collapsed city wall! Line up! Prepare to fight! The enemy should be there immediately
They will rush over! We don’t have much time left!”
The officers following him also drew their swords. This old general was very popular in Volavo, so at this critical moment, more people were willing to stand up and support this already-senior general.
An aging general.
On the hillside in the distance, Modell was riding on horseback and put down the telescope in his hand. He turned his head to look at his adjutant and ordered: "Let the first battalion prepare to charge! I only give them 15 minutes.
, seize the gap and attack the city wall!"
The adjutant immediately responded with his chin raised: "Yes!"
"Second order!" He didn't wait for the adjutant to leave, and then issued the second order, and then asked the other party to convey his order: "The second battalion is ready for battle! When the first battalion completes its mission, I need them
Immediately expand the results and sweep away all the defenders on the city wall!"
As his orders were conveyed to the troops, the infantry phalanxes began to come back to life one by one. Unlike the previous infantry phalanxes of one battalion and one battalion, the current infantry battalions were no longer stacked together.
The company is the frontal phalanx combat unit.
These long new square formations have about 50 people in each column, and there are only three columns in total. This arrangement allows the soldiers to effectively use the firepower of their weapons and pour bullets onto the enemy's heads more quickly.
"Fix bayonets!" The platoon commanders next to each other raised their chins and issued orders to their soldiers. All the soldiers took a step sideways, pulled out the long three-edged military bayonet from their waists, and hung them neatly on their own
on the rifle.
The bright bayonets shone in the sun, and all the soldiers raised their muzzles upwards as if they were holding spears, so the bayonets immediately formed a forest of sharp thorns above their heads.
Along with the neat steps, these phalanxes began to squirm forward little by little. Their steps were neat, and the high-quality mass-produced military boots could make a dull sound when they stepped on the soil.
"Cunning Alan Hill! We were deceived!" He had heard about Alan Hill's donation of the red cannon earlier, and Franky had also heard that the red cannon was powerful. But what he didn't expect was that,
Compared with those flattering descriptions, the boundless power blown out by the red cannon is only one ten thousandth of the weapons in front of me.
"But! As long as you dare to come up! I will let you know what a cruel war is!" The old general was stubborn, holding a long sword, and stood behind the densely packed soldiers of the Arant Empire. Behind him, that side
The green flag of King Arant is still struggling stubbornly in the black smoke.
