Chapter 217 The troops are divided into three groups
Chapter 885 The troops are divided into three groups
"But there's a problem, Sir."
Marcus asked——
"That hilltop is too small and the top of the hill is too narrow. It is not enough to place so many siege artillery. Moreover, transportation is also a problem."
"So many cannons?"
"No, you are wrong. One artillery is enough."
"A dwarf flame cannon is enough."
"One dwarf flame cannon is enough to set the entire city of Duncanhof on fire."
As soon as Essek finished speaking, Prince Shichui couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction on his face, and the anger just now dissipated a lot.
"How to say?"
Walkerma asked.
"Duncanhof is full of wooden buildings. Except for the stone castle and moat in the center of the town, there is no isolation zone that can block the fire. Once a certain area is ignited, with the help of the wind, the fire will quickly spread throughout the city. Flame is the best way to deal with the undead.
Weapons, condescending flame cannons fired continuously, igniting the whole city on fire. Unless they break out, the undead in the city will be trapped in the sea of fire and turned into a pile of ashes."
"The idea is great, but how can we ensure that the undead vampires will not discover our plan? Those bats are hovering above our heads every day..."
Caroline raised new questions.
"This requires your cooperation. Any action is an adventure."
Essek raised his right hand and said loudly——
"Dwarf artillery can be disassembled and reassembled. We can dismantle the flame cannon into parts in the military camp, transport it to the mountain by infantry, and wait until the night before the bombardment to reassemble it. The trees on the mountain are still thick and can be used as cover."
"Sounds doable."
Walkerma nodded in praise.
Although the archbishop sitting next to the priest still looked livid, it could be seen that he was no longer as disgusted with the old knight as before.
"We should be lucky that the vampires didn't cut down all the trees on the mountain."
Sibes interjected.
"Indeed, many people cannot be ambushed on a hill. Moreover, it is difficult to cut down the trees on the mountain and even more difficult to transport. Without a road, it is almost impossible to transport the trees down the mountain. This is why the vampire ignored the hill."
Essek replied.
"This is really our luck."
Walkerma laughed.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's get started!"
Prince Shichui shouted excitedly.
The voice was so loud that it instantly overwhelmed the entire audience and attracted everyone's attention.
The slightly embarrassed dwarf lord sat down again embarrassedly.
"We must consider a safe and sound strategy. More than two thousand soldiers have already lost their lives because of our mistakes. We cannot make any more mistakes."
The Archbishop said in a loud voice.
"The method Sir Essex mentioned can indeed be tried, but it is not foolproof. If the vampires find the target after the bombardment and attack our flame cannon on the top of the mountain with all their strength, then..."
"My flame cannon will repel any incoming enemy!"
Walkerma's speech was interrupted by Prince Stone Hammer. The dwarf prince was so confident, but he received another look from the priest.
"I will send the most elite warriors to protect our artillery positions."
Rhodes' timely speech resolved the delicate emotions between the priest and the dwarf.
"I don't think it's enough."
The Archbishop spoke again——
"We must spread their forces."
"The high ground is to the southwest of Duncanhof City, so the main attack direction is the west gate or the south gate. In order to reduce the pressure on the main army, and to avoid the tragedy of the Gate of Bones from happening again, my suggestion is that we must disperse our forces and conduct a comprehensive
Siege the city so that the undead army cannot distinguish our main attack direction, thus creating the most powerful environment for the main force to break the city."
"Surrounded on three sides?"
Sibes asked.
Yuri nodded.
"So, who will lead the other two groups?"
The leader of the Bear Knights continued to ask.
The main army must be jointly commanded by Rhodes and Yuri. Although the remaining two attack directions are used to confuse the enemy, they must also be organized. They cannot be too fragmented or pretend to be different.
There was another moment of silence in the big tent.
Obviously, not everyone is capable of taking on this responsibility.
After a while, it was the old knight who broke the dull silence.
"Let me do it. As an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, life and death no longer matter. If you want to take responsibility, let me do it. Don't let those children die."
This short sentence raised everyone's attitude towards this old knight to another level...
From a crazy, reviled old man to a respected elder and a true knight, this attitude change only takes ten minutes...
"I will lead all the human troops in Sylvania to attack from the Banshee Gate."
Essek spoke with a sonorous and powerful voice at the end. His thin body coupled with the vicissitudes of his voice seemed to make people misunderstand that those were his last words rather than a voluntary responsibility.
"Then, you will follow me, right?"
Essek suddenly turned his head and looked at Talinnam. Talinnam, who had not yet reacted, just nodded with a confused look on his face. Then he realized that this task seemed a bit tragic.
Using a ragtag group of people to attack the tall and solid City of the Dead seems to be no different from a suicide charge.
This reminded Tarynham of the battle in Death Valley. He knew that darkness was ahead, but rushed in without hesitation... This may be the final interpretation of chivalry.
The firelight shone on Essek's wrinkled face. At this moment, Talinnam seemed to see the young Essek. At that time, he was high-spirited and was even a devout believer of the Lady of the Lake.
He can be called the perfect Holy Grail Knight. Yes, he is still a Holy Grail Knight. At least he used to be... However, time has changed so much that people have forgotten this once glorious identity and glory.
"So, what about the north? The Gate of Bones..."
The Gate of Bones... I'm afraid this term should now be called the Gate of Bones. Thousands of Kislev soldiers and Imperial Sigma believers died there. The corpses were piled into small hills. There will undoubtedly be undead there.
The densest area. Troops attacking from the Gate of Bones will likely face the largest army of undead.
It can be said that the Gate of Bones has become the most terrifying nightmare for the church and the Kislev coalition.
When Bishop Yuri mentioned it again, no one around him even dared to respond.
Several Kislev military officers and senior priests of the Church of Sigmar looked at each other, looking at each other. Until under the dim firelight, a familiar voice sounded low.
"Let me do it."
With this short sentence, everyone focused their attention on this young man.
It's Walkerma...
He stood up again. Even the archbishop narrowed his eyes and looked at the young priest in front of him in disbelief.
He had just crawled out from among the dead, and now he volunteered to return there.
This person is either a madman or a fool. Only crazy and stupid people will not feel fear.
However, Walkerma's firm gaze convinced everyone that he was neither crazy nor stupid.
Yuri still couldn't believe that the resident priest of the scarlet monastery had such courage. It wasn't until Walkerma asked him for a thousand church warriors and Flagellant followers that Yuri completely believed in the courage and determination of this young priest.