Chapter 981 An Unexpected Start

In the early morning light, I climbed to the top of the slope and stared at the busy but well-organized position in front of me, with thoughts in my heart.

This was not his first time on the battlefield... When he was fifteen years old, he had already served as an excellent knight's retinue, following the lord into battle. As an adult, he gained the reputation of being the first knight in the West.

War should no longer be a stranger to him.

But here, he felt a completely different atmosphere.

Before the war, the nobles shouted, rewarded, and feasted, so as to improve the morale of the team. Therefore, the free people and mercenary camps were often immersed in a chaotic carnival. Except for the lack of alcohol, the scene and open-air gathering The city is no different. Whenever this happens, the knights will always laugh at the group of men under them as being like jackasses. A few slices of cheese and bread can make them forget about it, but they don't know that these things are in exchange for their lives.

At that time, Philin Silt also believed that only nobles knew how to fight. Without the encouragement of the leader, no matter how many free people were there, they would be nothing more than a puddle of sand.

It wasn't until Duke Lane was defeated by a group of miners in Border Town that he discovered that the facts were a little different from what he thought.

It was just that he realized his wish for revenge at that time and did not continue to delve deeper. Instead, he focused all his energy on his wife Irene.

Two years later, Dawn Dawn, who decided to join the staff because of his father's conversation, found that the war had completely changed.

If the discipline shown by the First Army during the past month's march had surprised him, then the professionalism displayed by the soldiers at this moment was enough to put most nobles to shame.

No encouragement was needed, as everyone was familiar with their tasks: several trenches were dug at the bottom of the slope, all the topsoil was put into bags, and simple low walls were piled up in front of the machine gun positions. There were barbed wire fences and improvised wooden horses interspersed in the middle of the trench. It was almost as difficult to break through the trench head-on as it was to capture the wall of a main city.

There are multiple buffer areas behind the defense line. Even if the machine gun position is breached, it does not mean the battle is over. The Taqila Witches not only protect the artillery battalion, but also serve as a reserve force that can support the front line at any time.

The top of the slope at the rear is the core of the First Army's attack - six fortress guns are erected high, pointing directly in the direction of the devil's outpost. The artillerymen are correcting the shooting parameters and making final preparations for the upcoming attack. Prepare.

All this did not require the commander to give orders one by one. In just one day, the First Army transformed this place into a qualified battlefield.

Filmen had seen the power of new firearms in artillery drills, but it was always an external object—the operator of the weapon would ultimately fall on the human body.

But these soldiers, composed of free people, were what impressed him the most.

Such a highly disciplined team with clear division of labor would be difficult for even the knights formed by the great nobles to achieve.

Although I could already detect the changes among the people in Neverwinter City, it was nothing compared to the impact of the scene before me.

"Do you know now?" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Dawn Dawn, "The answer to the previous question."

Felin turned back and nodded to Sir Sirt, "Yes, father."

Why, 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 staff not only did not raise strong objections, but instead formulated a bunch of seemingly incredible plans.

Because he has such weapons and such warriors, no one on the mainland can be his opponent, or rather... other hostile forces are nothing compared to him.

"It's a pity that His Majesty has explicitly prohibited nobles from joining the fighting force," Feilin said with a hint of regret, "Rather than sitting in the study, I would rather try what it's like to fight side by side with these people——"

"Personal bravery is of little importance now. The General Staff is the best place for you." Jazz smiled, "Besides, when fighting an unknown enemy like the devil, what should I do if something goes wrong? I'm still waiting to hug you. Here’s the grandson. Didn’t Erin’s good friend just give birth to a baby recently? You have to work harder.”

"Father!" Feilin couldn't help but said, holding his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you," Silt stroked his beard, "The sun is almost approaching the horizon. Let's go back to the camp. The artillery battalion should be firing soon - I can't stand the sound of that thing. No."

"Yes," Dawn took one last look at the position, and then walked down the high ground with his father.

It's time for him to go to another battlefield and complete his duties.

…

At five o'clock in the evening, the bombardment officially began.

The six artillery pieces fired one after another according to the pre-adjusted firing angle, instantly tearing apart the silence of the fertile plain.

After more than four hundred years, humans once again set foot on this land and launched an attack on the devil.

First, there were two rounds of test firing to correct the errors on the paper. When Sylvie gave feedback on the hit, the gunfire became uniform.

The improved 152mm fortress gun is closer to its historical predecessors. In order to increase the range, the medicine chamber has been enlarged by a full circle, and the shells have been loaded in stages. The rate of fire is half a beat slower than that of the complete gun. But driven by higher chamber pressures, these artillery pieces are enough to pose a fatal threat to fixed targets ten kilometers away.

The extended range also brought about an increase in dead weight and greater logistical pressure. The final solution was to separate four of the artillery pieces and transport them on Taqila's worm carrier.

No one can see the roar and flames when the warhead hits the ground. This is a brand-new war mode. If they had not experienced many shelling battles, it would be difficult for the soldiers to believe that they could operate in a stress-free environment without looking into the eyes of the enemy. With just a few repeated actions, the enemy's strongholds and cities can be destroyed.

There are two main reasons for choosing to launch the attack when the sun sets. First, the observation of the Magic Eye does not rely on sunlight, and it can also guide the artillery to correct the shooting point at night; second, the terrifying beast cannot move at night, and the devil can't move at night. He can only be beaten passively.

The fortress cannon fires every two minutes. Except for the faint thunder coming from the skyline, the battlefield shrouded in darkness looks unchanged. But in Sylvie's eyes, the land ten kilometers away looked completely different——

The air wave set off by the explosion turned over the ground in the impact area, and most of the more than ten black stone towers were blown to pieces. Especially when the shell penetrated the fog storage tower, the deflagration caused could instantly destroy the black stone. Become an erupting volcano.

But from beginning to end, she found no trace of the devil.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day, just when everyone thought the enemy had abandoned the outpost, that something unexpected happened.

A large group of devils suddenly appeared in the north of the First Army position, eight kilometers away from Wangbei Slope!

At the same time, Sylvie also observed signs of activity of dozens of terrifying beasts - these enemies that had disappeared for several days were like dark clouds, rushing towards them.