Sixty-Four Characters and Minor Characters
"Forty-one soldiers were killed, and more than 4,700 enemy troops were wiped out..." Modler sat on a chair in the city hall and listened to the report of his subordinate officers. All the furniture in this town hall is from Ireland Hill, even the candlestick iron.
Although it is not very beautiful, Alan Hill's industrial products have destroyed the local handicraft industry in Arland at once, making countless people unemployed and even more impoverished, and making countless people begin to resent the Arland Empire that exploited them...
"The consumption of bullets has doubled. The effect of heavy machine guns is really... amazing, but their consumption is also very terrifying. A full 6,000 rounds of bullets were fired in less than ten minutes..." An officer led Said to Mordelair with a little awe.
"It's not too much." Mordelair waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "If we fall into street fighting, the losses will be more and the consumption will be even greater. In fact, we can annihilate the enemy at the crenel, already It is something to be thankful for.”
Two machine guns, fired for ten minutes, can pour out 300 bullets in one minute on average! Such firepower was unthinkable a year ago, and it is definitely a miracle of industrial civilization now.
The Alan Hill troops, which lacked the last shortcoming, can now be said to be invincible in the world. What they need to face now is the last test, the magic army from the Holy Demon Empire.
"Deploy anti-aircraft guns on the city head. Arrange two machine guns in the gap, and the remaining machine guns are scattered on the four walls! I want to form a complete air defense network here! Don't let the dragon knights get close to the city!" Victory Mordelair was not happy at all, and ordered by himself.
On the one hand, the victory at this moment is the ending that he can already guess, so he is not excited at all. On the other hand, the dragon knights of the distant Holy Demon Empire seemed like a nightmare, causing Mordelair to worry a lot before the real battle was decided.
Another reason is that Mordelair has just received the exact news that the defender of Wallawa City, the man who fought to the end, is his acquaintance, the one who has worked with him before, and who is upright and personable the old man.
Franky... This name made Mordelier feel heartbroken. He felt that such an excellent person should not have died in such a battle. He even thought that Franky could play for Alan Hill. If he had been present at the time, he would definitely have a good talk with the old man.
It is a pity that when Modler arrived at the gap in the city wall, the second battalion had already occupied the city head, and the first battalion had also taken control of the city hall. The soldiers who stayed in the gap to maintain order briefly introduced the battle to Mordelair, and then Mordelair saw the long sword still stuck on the ground.
That long sword, Mordelair, can be said to be quite familiar, with Franky's personal emblem on it, and it is also a well-known long sword in the empire. But now it was alone on the pile of corpses, and it was so full of blood that it was impossible to see its original appearance.
After Modler walked over, he saw Franky's body, the old man who had taught Modler's swordsmanship, lying peacefully on the ground, with dried blood everywhere and no more blood gushing out. the hole.
The old general with invincible swordsmanship was finally killed by a group of farmers who had only practiced assassination for a few months. The way to kill the old general was not a desperate fight, but a calm aim and a deadly shot.
Even if he saw the corpses all over the ground, even if he had seen the live ammunition of the cannon, and the ferocious firepower of the heavy machine gun and anti-aircraft guns, but Mordelier still saw the corpse of General Frankie. Really feel that times have changed.
"Go and send a telegram!" After signing his name on the battle report that captured Wallavor City, Mordelair suddenly felt a little like a general. He felt more like a clerk,
A thief who can taste the fruits of victory without charging.
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Like Mordelaire, there is also Bourgeois. After his troops advanced to Maricha, they only fired two shots before waiting for the opponent's surrender: not everyone is as stubborn as Franky, especially After seeing the power of cannons. The timid defender not only presented the city intact, but also brought a full 20,000 prisoners...
In this way, in fact, Ailan Hill has almost completed their offensive goals. They have captured most of the cities they want to capture, and they have obtained a lot of resources they want.
The many stories I heard from the great magician of Frenzberg made Alan Hill's southward attack a very clear target. They hope that through this attack, they can master a magic concentrate mastered by Arante!
In all campaign objectives, this objective is placed first. Among the magic concentrates of the Arrant Empire, the northernmost one is just east of Wallavor. This is why, after the plan was drawn up, the 5th and 6th divisions were placed on the front, and the 4th Division, which was numbered higher, was placed on the side.
According to the plan, the subsequent reserve regiments entering the territory of Arrant are basically going to fight in the direction of Wallawa. What they have to do is very simple. They want to control the area east of Wallavor, and push them all the way to the mountains to lay down that valuable mine.
As long as there is this concentrate, Alan Hill can create the knowledge magic ball, and with the knowledge magic ball, Chris can spread his knowledge and create more scientists and engineers.
With these engineers and scientists, the industrialization and modernization of Alan Hill will be more rapid, and then the entire country will embark on the fast track of rapid development, becoming an "industrial empire" that a magic empire must fear.
Don't say stupid things like forbidden spells or super magic in the magic empire. In the direction of destroying the world, industrial civilization is no weaker than those powerful magics. Not to mention those distant future technologies, just counting nuclear weapons, the ability of modern industrial civilization to self-destruct is already too strong to make people speechless.
If, if you add the scientists who wake up every morning and make the sun in their labs, then whether this path of self-destruction is going faster by magical civilization or further by industrial civilization? It's hard to say.
Even the most insane magical forbidden spell can't be strong enough to create a sun, right? Think about those terrifying chemical weapons and bacteriological weapons... and even counting the future genetic weapons - the courage of industrial civilization to constantly test on the edge of death, it is absolutely no less than the magic empire.
And the weapons of war are just a small branch under the products of many industrial civilizations. What really makes industrial civilization take off are the sky-defying productivity and the terrifying construction speed.
Of course, all of this must be built on the basis that this war going south can withstand the attack of the Magic Empire. If the army of the Magic Empire wins, Alan Hill will be in ruins, and Chris will be another "hero" to be written into history.
"The Arlantean troops near Maricha were wiped out, and they surrendered as fast as our advance." Bourgeois commented on the Arlantean soldiers and commanders in the operational briefing: "A group is not as good as An army of peasants."
In fact, his evaluation is very pertinent. The powerful Arlantean frontier army has actually surrendered and was crossed by them - those soldiers stationed on the frontier are the elite frontier forces of the Arlantean Empire, but they chose to stand On the side of Ireland Hill.
The remaining elite troops have been sent south to join the battle against the Dothan Empire, so the rest of the troops, especially those in the hinterland of the Arlant Empire, are actually scumbags.
Therefore, before the reinforcements of the Arrant Empire assembled under the order of Arrant Hook arrived at the front line, the combat effectiveness of these defenders of the city was actually very limited.
It is a pity that the reinforcements of the Arlant Empire are still on the way, and all the places that need reinforcements here have been occupied by Alan Hill.
The only uncertain direction at the moment is the direction of Bude that Coria attacked. The battle over there has not yet started at this time, and Bude is still in the hands of the Arante Empire.
There are many reasons for this, the most direct reason is that the frontier army in the direction of Bude has not actually been weakened, but has been strengthened because Arrant has to beware of the Higgs Kingdom.
These border guards who were originally aimed at the Higgs Empire have now become the biggest obstacle to Koriya's attack on Bude. The other side has a total of more than 40,000 field troops, and there are even 10,000 very effective cavalry.
Coria had only 5,000 people in his hands, almost one-tenth of the opponent's. With this number of people, he still has to undertake the task of attacking the city of Budd. Counting the defenders in the city, the disadvantage of Coria's number is even more obvious.
But it is not without good news. At least the reinforcements of the Prairie Empire have arrived. These cavalry can offset the cavalry advantage of the Arante Empire. After waiting for 10,000 Prairie Cavalry, Coria finally started a tentative attack. .
This battle, known as the Battle of Bude, broke out in the spring of 1743 in the magical calendar, but the scale was not large. The two sides invested a total of less than 80,000 troops.
The commanders on both sides were interesting: Ellen Hill's side was the fledgling General Valglund's aide-de-camp, Coria, a small character no one knew before the battle.
The battlefield commander of the Arrant Empire is the famous general Arrant Lombak - not only a contemporary famous general, but also happens to be the uncle of the Arrant Empire Emperor Hook, a serious royal relative.