The Light Of Dawn climbed to the top of the slope and gazed at the busy but orderly position in front of him. His heart was full of thoughts.
This was not the first time he had been to the battlefield … At the age of 15, he was already an excellent squire of a Knight, following the Lord to charge and break through the enemy lines. After he became an adult, he even gained the reputation of the First Knight of the Western Region.
War should not be a stranger to him.
But here, he felt a completely different atmosphere.
Before the battle, the nobles would shout, reward, and eat and drink to raise the morale of the troops. Therefore, the freedmen and mercenaries would often be immersed in a chaotic carnival. Except for the absence of wine, the scene was no different from an open-air market. Every time this happened, the Knight would always laugh at his subordinates. They were like idiots who could forget themselves with a few slices of bread and cheese, but they did not know that these things could be exchanged for their lives.
At that time, Filin Schilt also thought that only the nobles knew how to fight. Without a leader to spur them on, the freedmen were just a pile of loose sand, no matter how many they had.
It was not until the Duke Of Ryan was defeated by a group of miners in Border Town that he realized the reality was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
But at that time, he did not continue to pursue the matter because he had realized his desire for revenge. Instead, he focused all his energy on his wife, Irene.
Two years later, after a conversation with his father, the Light Of Dawn decided to join the General Staff Department. However, he found that the war had completely changed.
If the discipline shown by the First Army in the past month had already surprised him, then the professionalism shown by the soldiers at this moment was enough to make most of the nobles feel ashamed.
There was no need for any encouragement. Everyone was familiar with their tasks. Several trenches were dug at the bottom of the slope, the topsoil was all packed into cloth bags, and simple low walls were piled in front of the machine gun formation. In the middle of the trenches were interspersed with barbed wire and temporarily processed wooden barricades. To break through it head-on was almost as difficult as breaking through the main city wall.
There were also many buffer zones behind the line of defense. Even if the machine gun positions were breached, it did not mean that the battle was over. The Taquila witches were not only a barrier to protect the Artillery Battalion, but also a reserve force that could support the front line at any time.
The top of the slope was the core of the First Army's attack. Six Longsong Cannons were set up high and pointed in the direction of the demons' outpost. The artillerymen were adjusting the shooting parameters and making final preparations for the upcoming attack.
The First Army had transformed this place into a qualified battlefield in just one day without the need for the commander's instructions.
Filin had seen the power of the new firearms during the artillery practice, but that was still an external object — the operator of the weapon ultimately had to be the person.
Meanwhile, these soldiers made up of free citizens were what made him sigh in admiration.
Even the Knight Group formed by the great nobles would find it difficult to form such a well-disciplined and well-organized team.
Although he had already sensed the changes in the people in Neverwinter, it was nothing compared to the impact of the scene in front of him.
"Now you know, don't you?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind The Light Of Dawn. "The answer to the previous question."
Filin turned around and nodded to Sir Schilt. "Yes, father."
When His Majesty announced that he would unify Graycastle in just a few months and march into Hermes and the Kingdom of Dawn at the same time, the Adviser Department not only did not strongly oppose it, but also formulated a bunch of seemingly unbelievable plans.
Because with such weapons and soldiers, no one on the continent was a match for him, or in other words... the other hostile forces were not even worth mentioning compared to him.
"It's a pity that His Majesty explicitly forbade nobles to join the combat forces," Filin said with a slight regret. "Compared to sitting in the study, I'd rather fight alongside these people —"
"Individual bravery doesn't matter now. The Adviser Department is the most suitable place for you." Sir laughed. "Besides, what if something goes wrong in a battle with unknown enemies like the demons? I'm still waiting to hold a grandson. Didn't Irene's best friend give birth recently? You have to work harder. "
"Father!" Filin could not help but put his hand on his forehead.
"All right, all right, I won't say it." Schilt stroked his beard. "The sun is almost at the horizon. Let's go back to the tent. The Artillery Battalion should be firing soon — I can't stand the noise of that thing."
"Yes, father." The Light Of Dawn took a last look at the position and then walked down the high ground with his father.
It was time for him to go to another battlefield and fulfill his duty.
…
At five o 'clock in the evening, the bombardment officially began.
Six cannons opened fire according to the pre-adjusted shooting angles, instantly tearing apart the silence of the Fertile Plains.
After more than 400 years, human beings once again set foot on this land and launched an attack on the demons.
First, there were two rounds of test firing to correct the errors on paper. When Sylvie gave feedback on the hits, the sound of the cannons became uniform.
The improved 152mm Longsong Cannons were a little closer to their predecessors in history. In order to improve the shooting range, the chamber was expanded, and the shells were loaded in sections. The firing rate was half a beat slower than the original cannons. However, driven by the higher chamber pressure, these cannons were now able to pose a fatal threat to fixed targets 10 kilometers away.
The increased range also brought about an increase in weight and greater logistical pressure. In the end, the solution was to disassemble four of the cannons and transport them by the Taquila worm carriers.
No one could see the roars and flames when the warheads hit the ground. This was a brand-new war mode. If the soldiers had not been through multiple artillery battles, they would have found it hard to believe that they could destroy the enemy's strongholds and cities with just a few repetitive movements without facing the enemy in a pressure-free environment.
There were two main reasons for launching the attack at sunset. First, the observation of the Eye of Magic did not rely on sunlight, and it could also guide the artillerymen to correct the shooting point at night. Second, the Devilbeasts could not move at night, so the demons could only passively take a beating for the whole night.
The Longsong Cannons would fire every two minutes. Apart from the vague thunders coming from the skyline, the battlefield shrouded in darkness did not seem to have changed much. However, in Sylvie's eyes, the land 10 kilometers away was completely different.
The air waves set off by the explosions overturned the ground within the area of attack. More than a dozen Blackstone Towers had been blown to pieces. In particular, when the shells penetrated the mist storage towers, the deflagration caused by the shells could instantly turn the black stones into erupting volcanoes.
However, she did not find any trace of the demons.
Until the next morning, when everyone thought that the enemy had abandoned the outpost, an unforeseen event occurred.
A large group of demons suddenly appeared in the north of the First Army's position, eight kilometers away from the Northbound Slope!
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