Sixty One Veteran

"You can't go out of the city for a decisive battle! The opponent has advanced so far day and night, and he must have something to rely on. At this time, he took a risk and attacked the opponent. If we win, the opponent may have follow-up troops. If we lose, we will lose Wallawa." Standing in the city Over his head, looking at the black golden eagle king flag on the distant plain, old general Franky pressed his long sword and comforted his subordinates who were seeking battle.

His voice was very kind, as if possessing magic power. After hearing his analysis, the officers who were ready to fight to the death with the enemy in the city all pressed their intentions to compete for credit.

"Let our people take the time to rest, the other party may not launch an attack immediately, but we have to prepare for defense, and the city wall can't make any mistakes!" Franky is an experienced general who has been tested on the battlefield.

Looking worriedly at the enemies who were standing still in the distance, he had to add to his men: "If the opponent enters the range, use the long-range catapults behind the city wall to repel them."

Franky has a great view of the overall situation. He knows that the Ailan Hill troops under the city cannot last. They want to take Wallawar in one go, which is actually the best proof that they want to enter the city to avoid the subsequent field battle.

Therefore, as a front-line commander, what he has to do is not to destroy the enemy for credit, but to prevent the enemy from completing his campaign goals, even if the division wins.

As long as the opponent cannot attack for a long time, the follow-up reinforcements of the Arrant Empire will definitely increase, and the opponent will have only one option to retreat. If the Holy Demon Empire joins the war, the situation will be more favorable to the Arrant Empire. Franky knows very well that no mortal is the opponent of the Dragon Knights of the Holy Demon Empire.

Therefore, the current situation looks very tricky and complicated, but in the eyes of the old general Frankie, it actually makes him feel a little bored. Any mortal monarch's efforts to break the distribution of power are ultimately futile.

Even the arrogant Zon, before the war going south, arranged for a messenger to go to the border of the Holy Demon Empire and handed in a document about the war going south to the Dothan Empire. It is clearly written above, as long as the demands of the area north of the Dothan River.

"Boom!" Just when Franky felt a little bored, the Alan Hill phalanx in the distance showed their cards. A cannonball cut through the air and landed on Walla with a sharp whistle. Inside the city of Vaughan.

The shell smashed 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 depressing rumbling sound.

"That's... what?" He stared wide-eyed at the row of houses that were collapsing with smoke in the distance. Frankie's calm voice was trembling, and he asked his adjutant in disbelief subconsciously. road.

The adjutant, who was also too shocked to speak, didn't have the heart to answer Franky's question at this time. He looked at the house that was collapsing with the spread of gunpowder, and he heard the unforgettable explosion just now. .

"Boom!" The shock of the two people was not over yet. The second shell hit Wallavor's city wall. The explosion cracked the entire city wall, but the thick city wall was still stubborn and did not fall.

It's just that the soldiers on the city wall have been frightened by the two consecutive huge explosions, and their faces have turned pale. They are not afraid that the enemy will rush to their feet, because they have too many ways to compete with the enemy who is attacking the city.

But now, everything in front of them has transcended their cognition. Now they don't know what's going on, and the fear of ignorance is the real fear.

"Boom!" It was like a doomsday bell, and the explosion sounded endlessly. The third explosion also occurred in the urban area, and another innocent building collapsed.

There was billowing black smoke.

Franky had already adjusted from the shock at this time, and he knew that the tactics he thought were foolproof seemed to have completely failed. The city wall, which was almost impossible to break, seemed to be vulnerable in the eyes of the opponent.

"Could it be that the Holy Devil Empire has fallen to Alan Hill? Could it be that the greedy Alan Hill monarch is willing to use more feed to feed the demons of the Holy Devil Empire?" In the smoke, Franky stared at the black king flag in the distance and sighed bitterly.

"Stand firmly! No retreat allowed! We are the warriors of Arlant! Death to us is the same as going home!" The gap floated far away.

"Boom!" But a few seconds later, the more ferocious artillery fire completely suppressed the shouting above Wallavor City. The Ailan Hill troops under the city assembled 40 artillery pieces. The power of a salvo was fundamentally It is not something that a mortal body can contend against.

"Boom!" After another round of salvos aimed at the city wall, Wallavor's thick city wall finally broke and collapsed in the sound of the explosion. The crenel rolled and fell to the bottom of the city, and the soldiers on the city wall and the bodies of the soldiers were buried among the smoke and rubble along with the collapse.

Seeing that there was a gap in his city wall, Franky knew that this defensive battle was destined to become difficult. But he didn't regret at all the previous choice of rejecting the other party's persuasion to surrender. He knew that sometimes soldiers just had to face the worst outcome calmly.

A towering catapult was torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion, and countless wooden supports collapsed and shattered. The soldiers under these catapults had long been in a mess, and a huge wooden pry bar smashed another catapult next to it. There was a creaking noise in the car.

Under the three rounds of artillery fire, Wallawa City was already a doomsday scene. This is also the first time that Alan Hill has used such a brutal attack to occupy a large city after it began to move south.

"Sir, the other party didn't surround us, let's retreat to the east!" Franky's adjutant's face was covered with smoky dust, he pulled Franky's arm and persuaded loudly.

There is no way, under a few rounds of shelling, the voices of everyone on the battlefield will become extremely loud, because they have become accustomed to that deafening environment, and their ears have long become less sensitive.

The armor on this adjutant has long since lost its splendor, and some blood spatters can 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 cost them hundreds of people, and hundreds of people were slightly injured. If it were not for the protection of the armor, the losses of these soldiers may be greater. The most important thing is not the loss of these soldiers, but the fortifications of Wallawa, which have been almost completely destroyed.

"Qiang!" Franky took out the sword from his waist, pushed aside the adjutant holding his arm, and ordered loudly: "Reserve! Follow me to the collapsed city wall! Line up! Prepare to fight! The enemy should immediately It will rush over! There is not much time left for us!"

The officers who followed him also drew out their sabres. The old general was very popular in Wallawa, so at this critical moment, more people were willing to stand up and support this veteran. old general.

On the hillside in the distance, Mordelair rode 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 will only give them 15 minutes to seize the gap and attack the city wall!"

The adjutant immediately raised his chin and replied, "Yes!"

"Second order!" He didn't wait for the adjutant to leave, and then issued the second order before letting the other party 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 all the defenders on the city wall!"

As his orders were conveyed to the troops, the infantry phalanxes began to resurrect from the state of standing by. Unlike the previous battalion and an infantry phalanx, the current infantry battalions are no longer stacked together, and the infantry company is the frontal phalanx combat unit.

These elongated new-style phalanxes have about 50 people in each column, and there are only three columns in total. This arrangement allows soldiers to effectively use the firepower of their weapons and dump bullets on the enemy's heads more quickly.

"Get on the bayonet!" A platoon leader raised his chin and gave an order to his soldiers. All the soldiers stepped sideways, took out the long three-edged army thorn from their waists, and hung them neatly on their rifles.

The bright bayonet shone in the sunlight, and all the soldiers raised the muzzle upwards like a long spear, so the bayonet immediately formed a sharp thorn forest above their heads.

With a neat pace, these squares began to creep forward little by little. Their steps are neat, and the high-quality military boots produced in mass production can make a dull sound on the dirt.

"Cunning Ailan Hill! We were deceived!" He had heard of Ailan Hill's offering of the red-clothed cannon earlier, and Franky had also heard that the red-clothed cannon was powerful. But what he didn't expect was that, compared to those beautiful descriptions, the boundless power blown out by the red-clothed cannon could not compare to one ten thousandth of the weapons of Alan Hill in front of him.

"However! As long as you dare to post it! I will let you know what a cruel war is!" The old general stubbornly held his long sword and stood behind the densely packed Arlantean soldiers. Behind him, the green flag of King Arrant was still struggling stubbornly in the black smoke.