At the same time, Lightning, Vendy, Maggie, and Hummingbird were executing the final blow before the general attack.
Since the warship's main cannons fired solid bullets, the damage to the combatants and defense facilities at the top of the city wall was not ideal. Therefore, their goal was to destroy the enemy's line of defense at the top of the city wall, killing as much as possible of the enemy's effective forces, and opening up a safe passage for the general attack.
This was also the first time that the hydrogen balloon was used in actual combat.
Compared to the thousand-mile raid five months ago, this time, it took off right beside the canal. Almost everyone witnessed the liftoff of this behemoth. In Roland's plan, the unimpeded hydrogen balloon could be used as a short-distance bomber in this era. Coupled with the logistical support of the entire fleet, it was completely the original version of the aircraft carrier battle mode.
The soldiers of the First Army on the dock burst into enthusiastic cheers. They all knew that no enemy could stop the attack from the sky, and their wise and benevolent lord would definitely win this war.
After a while, the hydrogen balloon floated over King's City, and the towering capital shrunk to the size of a palm. Lightning pulled down her windproof glasses and gestured to Vendy to drop a bomb. The latter nodded and pulled the trigger.
A bomb fell off the support and fell to the ground.
Unlike the previous air raid, this time Anna did not go with the ship, but Hummingbird. Under the continuous influence of her magic power, as long as the four hanging bombs were not out of contact, their weight would only be 20% of the usual. This kind of enchantment was a new method that she had come up with after her increasingly refined control of magic power. If the effect was maintained for a very short period of time, it could simultaneously change the weight of multiple objects in contact, and indirectly reduce the consumption of magic power.
Lightning easily caught up with the bomb, and guided it to hit the catapult on the side of the city gate.
When falling in mid-air, the little girl saw the frightened eyes of the Knight on the top of the city wall. They raised their crossbows and flintlocks to shoot at the sky, trying to shoot her down. But she knew how difficult it was to hit a bird flying freely in the air, not to mention that most weapons could not even reach her height.
The bomb directly hit the catapult. With a loud bang, a scarlet fireball suddenly lit up and quickly expanded. The surrounding people could not dodge in time and were engulfed by the flames in the blink of an eye. Violent waves of air engulfed everything on the city wall. The pot of boiling oil was overturned and soon ignited into a big fire. Then, the flames flowed along with the hot oil and ignited the bags piled up on the side. Explosions rang out one after another, blasting everything in the surroundings into smithereens. Flames and thick smoke were everywhere. The Knight who was preparing for battle a moment ago immediately scattered in all directions. Many of them lost their way in the thick smoke and directly rolled down the city wall. Some of them struggled in the sea of fire, rolling all over the ground to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
At this moment, the top of the city wall had already turned into a living hell.
…
"Their defensive line has collapsed." Looking at the thick smoke billowing from the walls of the capital, Sylvie's expression revealed a trace of pity.
"This group of people deserves it," Nightingale said expressionlessly. "If we were the ones who failed, they would only become worse."
"In any case, someone has to pay the price for this dispute. If it's not the enemy, it's us," Roland said, pretending to be relaxed. Then he waved to Iron Axe behind him. "Blow the horn and take this city."
He did not want to lament the cruelty of war or cherish the value of peace at this time. This was a struggle for power, a battle for survival, and a collision of ideas and classes. When a backward class was replaced, it would never retire from the stage in obscurity. There would always be a need for a lot of blood to die for it.
He hoped that the blood would come from the enemy.
"Fighting for you, Your Highness!" The latter gave a neat military salute and left the ship.
Soon, the horn of the general attack sounded over the dock area.
…
As a member of the Fourth Commando, Nail's goal was to seize the gate of the palace.
After entering the inner city, the team suddenly slowed down. Here, they encountered a strong counterattack from the enemy.
"Iger is injured. Carry him down!"
"Damn it. Where's the field artillery?"
"They're blocked by a pile of debris. They have to take a detour!"
"Get ready to fire. These monsters are coming again!"
Nail slapped his cheek hard, loaded the bullets into the cartridge, and handed them to the teammates in front of him. A volley of gunshots rang out. The crazed man in the front was riddled with holes and fell to the ground, spurting blood. But the people behind him followed closely and threw themselves at the commandos as if they were desperate. Even though they were shot in the arms and abdomen, they did not slow down.
These people were not militiamen. Nail felt his hands and feet go numb. They were all wearing half-body armor or chain armor and were well-armed, with everything from swords to crossbows. According to Jon, who was knowledgeable, only the king's guards could be equipped with such a complete set of equipment. Unfortunately, this knowledge did not save him until the end. Just before, when he was facing the enemy's charge, he was pierced in the neck by a crossbow arrow.
He hoped that he could hold on until Miss Angel arrived.
"Retreat, Fourth Team, retreat!"
"Third Team, ready to fire!"
The veterans no longer cared about saving bullets and fired accurately. After emptying the cartridge cartridge in one breath, they retreated to shorten the gap of suppressive fire. Five commandos took turns to cover each other along the street. It was the first time that Nail had seen this way of shooting in a row since the flintlock was replaced with a revolving rifle.
But the enemy they encountered was not attacking them from the front.
A team of crazed men suddenly jumped out of a house on the street. Before most people had time to turn their guns, they had already rushed into the enemy's formation.
Screams and curses suddenly rang out. Nail watched helplessly as his teammate standing in front of him was cut in half by a red-eyed guard with a sword, and blood splashed on his face. Although the enemy was quickly killed by other teammates, it was obvious that even Miss Angel could not save the man in front of him.
"Those bastard artillerymen, where the hell are they?"
"Help me! Ah … my foot! "
"Keep firing. Don't stop!"
Hearing the captain shouting hoarsely, Nail gritted his teeth, wiped the blood on the cartridge cartridge with his sleeve, picked up the rifle that had fallen on the ground, loaded it, aimed at an enemy who was fighting with several teammates, and pulled the trigger.
Although he was afraid, his past training constantly reminded him that when facing a strong enemy, only by sticking together with the team and exerting the collective strength could they survive!
Just then, Nail heard the support troops shouting behind him, "The artillery battalion is in trouble on East Street. Lord Brian sent us to support you!"
"No matter who you are, hurry up and come up!" the captain shouted without looking back.
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