"The first bombing mission has been successfully executed."
The staff read the message from the communication circle aloud, and the others in the underground command post cheered quietly. Sodelor's expression did not change much. He just waved his hand and said, "Wait for the follow-up report from Falcon."
After the battle began, everyone obeyed the rules and stayed in this underground bunker. After all, this was not an ordinary battle, so even if Sodelor wanted to go out and see the situation of the enemy, he had to suppress his excitement and calm down to wait for news.
In fact, even if he went out now, he would not see anything substantial. At this distance, the city of Enrique, which was two kilometers away, was nothing more than a mound. The Viper Cross army in the other direction was similar. They looked like a moving psoriasis on the green plains. After the bombardment, only black mushroom clouds could be seen, and the casualties could not be seen from here.
But the results of Falcon's investigation were quickly reported. When he heard that more than half of the Viper Cross army had died and the rest had retreated, Sodelor finally clenched his fists and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, he could not suppress his excitement, because the situation in Enrique was also reported at the same time: the entire northern part of the city wall had collapsed more than 200 meters, most of the main forces had been affected by the bombardment and suffered heavy casualties. At this moment, they were in the stage of full recovery.
"How much longer until the artillery battery cooldown?"
Sodelor glanced at the magic clock next to him, and the staff immediately reported, "Commander, it will be ready in 15 minutes!"
After six consecutive bombardments, the metal barrels had to cool down and dissipate heat to ensure their service life. At this moment, the "artillery battery" position lived up to its name at this moment. Hundreds of heavy cannons fired at the same time, and the sound was even more terrifying than a lightning storm.
At this moment, the soldier Bucky looked back at the artillery position behind him. In his vision, the artillery soldiers next to the giant cannons were pouring water on the barrels to cool them down. The steam from the hot metal kept rising, and the heat caused the air to distort. The soldiers were all soaked, but no one dared to slack off. The soldiers who exchanged buckets of water were all trotting all the way, as if the water was more important than the gold.
The dense steam was quickly blown away by the "magic wind" cast by the mages. Ten mages stood in a row, raised their staffs, and constantly circulated the strong wind between the artillery positions. Behind them, more than two hundred soldiers were moving the crystal cannonballs that were to be used for the next round of bombardment to the trucks.
Bucky buried his head back in the trench, feeling that the infantry company had suddenly become the most idle unit in the war. In the previous battle, the soldiers were still able to push forward with weapons in hand, even charging into towns or cities to face the enemy. But now? Everyone had been listening to the roar of the cannons behind them for twenty minutes, and now there wasn't even an order to advance …
"What do you say about the enemy, Bucky?"
Private West, who was beside him, asked.
"Who knows? He must have been blasted into smithereens … Didn't all those who stood in front of the artillery team end up like this?"
He replied in a low voice as he stared blankly at the Elrond sword in his hand. It had only been half a month since the war started, but he already felt like a "veteran". When there were no orders, he felt more and more like a machine that could not think. When he was on standby here, his heartbeat would not even quicken.
"Reporting, Captain! First Artillery Squad's cooldown is over! "
"Class Three! Cooldown complete! "
"Class Six! Cooldown complete! "
The roar of the artillery team could be heard. Bucky glanced at his comrade beside him and silently put down his sword. Then, he put his hands under his helmet and covered his ears with force.
"Adjustment complete! Request to fire! "
"Fire approved —"
"Ready … to fire!"
A series of violent roars rang out. Even with his ears blocked, Bucky felt the earth and his head shaking together. The power of these cannons was too terrifying. But amidst the sound of the cannons, there was only one question left in his mind: Was this … really an equal war?
*****
Charles II did not know the thoughts of an ordinary soldier a few kilometers away, but his current state of mind was indeed able to answer the other party's question.
The war was over.
This was the only thought in his mind.
The artillery fire that lasted for twenty minutes directly blew up his main force in the northern part of the city into minced meat. Then came the accurate bombardment of the cavalry troops at the city gates on both sides. Countless horses fell in the city's corridors, and the cavalry who could not dodge in time suffered heavy losses. No matter how much they boasted about their martial arts or how strong their armor was, at this moment, in front of the crystal cannons, the result was the same.
Many people hid in the stone buildings, but as a result, a cannonball landed outside, and the people inside the stone houses were directly shocked to death. This result made people feel abnormally desperate. The only fortunate thing was that after the twenty minutes of artillery bombardment ended, everything returned to normal.
What echoed in Charles II's ears were only cries and wails.
The survivors climbed up with ashen faces and then tried to find their comrades under the ruins and rubble. However, what they could dig out were mostly broken corpses.
Queio was nowhere to be found. Charles II, wearing silver armor, walked on the street with a dull look in his eyes. When he saw a retainer next to him pull out a piece of intestine from the debris, he finally could not hold it in anymore. Leaning on the wall next to him, he vomited.
"Bang!"
The personal guards were all dead, or it could be said that the nobles, mages, and soldiers near the city wall who were ready to go had disappeared in the artillery bombardment. Therefore, there was no one by the side of this monarch. The terrified squires did not know who Charles II was. They were more worried about their own lives. Many of them desperately ran towards the center of the inner city. Because only the center of the inner city did not receive any artillery shells during the bombardment.
"Your, Your Majesty?"
Someone suddenly spoke. Charles II turned his head and saw that it was a young man in his twenties. The other party was wearing armor that did not fit him very well. It seemed to have been passed down from his ancestors. Judging from the epaulets, the other party should be a knight. But at this time, Charles II did not care about the other party's identity. He immediately asked, "What is your name?"
"My name is Jeremy, a knight of the Paxson Territory! Your Majesty! "
Paxson was not far from the imperial city, which meant that the other party was indeed his' subordinate '. Charles II recovered from his daze, cleared his throat, and ordered, "Very well, Jeremy, I will now promote you to the captain of the royal guards. I need you to immediately gather a team of ten people to ensure my safety."
The knight was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly, "That would be my honor, Your Majesty!"
He immediately turned to the ruins and shouted loudly, seeming to be gathering his retainers. Not long after, four or five people with dusty faces came over. Jeremy had them bring weapons to protect His Majesty's safety. Then he found that there were no soldiers with combat power around, so he said goodbye to Charles II and planned to go to the center of the city to gather more people.
"Your Majesty, I'll be right back!"
The knight trotted away from his sight. Seeing that there were a few people around him, regardless of their strength, Charles II felt more at ease than before. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Follow me, let's go to the inner city together!"
Charles II also felt that the inner city should be safe, so he decided to follow Jeremy's trajectory. He raised his head and looked at Jeremy, who was trotting seventy to eighty meters away. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from the sky...
"Something's wrong..."
His expression changed drastically, and he was about to speed up and escape to the inner city when he found that a large number of artillery shells had already poured down on the buildings in front of him!
"Boom!"
Amidst the explosion, the oncoming impact directly knocked the monarch away. The rubble hit his face, causing him to be in so much pain that he could not open his eyes. When he regained control of his body, the soldiers who had just gathered around him were all lying on the ground, struggling to get up.
Turning his head to look, a soldier who had just been standing beside him was now lying beside him. Half of his head had been cut off by a stone, and blood was flowing down. The bloody scene almost made Charles II vomit again.
He gritted his teeth and sat up. Then he was shocked to find that the streets and buildings in front of him had all collapsed and been destroyed in the explosion. His field of vision was much wider than before, but the place where Jeremy had just run had become a large circular crater...
The fire burned, but no one got up to put out the fire. Under such bombardment, the people hiding in the buildings were either killed by the shock or crushed to death. There was no other outcome.
Charles II gritted his teeth and stood up. He looked down and found that there were many scratches and dents on his armor from the stones. Fortunately, there were not many wounds on his body. He wanted to speak, but he felt that his mouth was full of dirt. After vomiting twice, he pulled up the stunned soldier beside him. "Let's not go to the inner city. Let's go to the northern city wall first..."
Looking from here, the inner city wall had already been blasted out of a corner. He now realized that the other party did not bombard the inner city earlier not because the range was not enough, but because they deliberately aimed at the crowded outer city. From another perspective, the northern city wall, which had already been hit, should be a relatively safe position...
His left thigh was in pain from being hit by a stone, so he took out the gorgeous sword and used it as a walking stick to move forward. The remaining four guards supported each other and followed on both sides. The group had only taken five steps when the next round of artillery shells arrived. However, this time, the artillery shells were concentrated on the south side of the city, and the closest point of impact was a hundred meters away from Charles II.
At this time, Charles II, who was walking, had no fear. He had already entered a state of 'resignation' and even looked forward to the bombs being piled under his feet...
If he died directly, he would not have to face the current situation where he lost everything...
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