Chapter 902 Inner City

"The first bombing mission was successfully executed."

The information from the communication circle was read aloud by the staff, and everyone else in the underground command post cheered in a low voice, but Soderol's expression didn't fluctuate much, he just waved and said: "Waiting for the follow-up investigation by Falcon Report."

After the battle started, everyone obeyed the regulations and stayed in this underground bunker. After all, this is not an ordinary battle, so even if Suo Deluoer wants to go out to see the enemy's situation at this moment, he must suppress his inner excitement and wait for the news with a calm heart.

In fact, even if he goes out now, he won't see anything substantial. The city of Enrique two kilometers away is just a piece of mound at this distance, and the Viper Crusade in the other direction is similar. It looks like a moving piece of psoriasis on the green field. After being bombed, you can only see it. There are patches of black mushroom clouds, and no casualties can be seen from here.

But Falcon's reconnaissance results were quickly reported. After hearing the news that more than half of Viper's Cross died and the rest retreated, Suo Deluoer finally grasped both of them tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, it was hard for him to suppress his excitement, because the situation in Enrique City was reported at the same time: the wall in the northern part of the city collapsed more than 200 meters, and most of the main force was affected by the shelling, causing heavy casualties. Full rescue stage.

"How long will the artillery company cool down?"

Soderol glanced at the magic clock next to him, and the staff immediately reported: "Commander, there are still fifteen minutes left!"

After six consecutive bombardments, the metal gun barrel must be cooled and dissipated to ensure its service life. The name of the "Fort" position is worthy of the name at this moment. Hundreds of heavy artillery were fired at once, and the momentum was more terrifying than a thunderstorm.

At this moment, the soldier Bucky looked back at the artillery position behind. In his vision, the artillerymen next to the cannon were watering the barrel to cool down. The water vapor evaporated by the hot metal kept rising, and the heat distorted the air. , those soldiers were drenched one by one, but no one dared to slack off. The soldiers exchanging buckets all trotted all the way, as if the water was more important than gold.

The dense steam was about to be blown away by the "magic wind" cast by the mages. Ten mages stood in a row, holding up their staffs, causing strong winds to blow continuously between the artillery positions. And more than 200 soldiers in the rear were constantly moving the spar shells to be used in the next round of bombardment to the truck.

Bucky buried his head back in the trench, feeling that the infantry company had suddenly become the most idle unit in this war. In the previous fortified battles, the soldiers still held weapons and advanced forward, and even rushed into towns or cities to face the enemy, but now? Everyone listened to the roar of the giant cannon behind them for twenty minutes, and now there is no order to move forward...

"Bucky,

What do you say about the enemy? "

Private West next to him asked.

"Who knows, the bombardment is smashed to pieces... Isn't that what happened to those who stood in front of the artillery company before?"

He replied in a low voice, holding the long sword of Elrondgar in his hand in a daze silently. It has only been half a month since the war started, but he already feels that he has become a "veteran". When there is no order, I become more and more like a machine that cannot think. When I am here, my heartbeat will not even speed up...

"Report to the company commander! The cooling of the first battery is complete!"

"Squad Three! The cooling is complete!"

"Sixth class! Cooling down!"

The roar of the artillery company came over, and Bucky glanced at his comrades beside him, put down his sword silently, then stretched his hands in from under the helmet, and blocked his ears hard.

"Adjustments are complete! Request to fire!"

"Approval to fire"

"Get ready... let it go!"

A series of violent roars sounded, and even though his ears were blocked, Bucky felt the earth and his head vibrate together. The power of these artillery fires was too terrifying, but amidst the sound of the artillery fire, there was only one question left in his heart: Is this... really a war of equals?

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Charles II didn't know what an ordinary soldier was thinking a few kilometers away, but his state of mind at the moment could indeed answer the other party's question.

The war is over.

It was his only thought.

The artillery fire that lasted for 20 minutes directly blew up his main force hoarded in the north of the city to pieces, followed by the precise bombing of the cavalry teams on both sides of the city gates. Countless horses fell down in the corridors of the city. The cavalry suffered heavy losses. No matter how much they boasted about their martial arts skills and how strong their armor is... At this moment, their results in front of the spar shells are the same.

Many people hid in the stone buildings, but a shell fell outside, and the people inside the stone houses were directly shocked to death by the impact. This kind of result made people feel extremely hopeless. Fortunately, after the 20-minute shelling ended, everything returned to calm.

What echoed in Charles II's ears was only crying and wailing.

The surviving people got up in disgrace, and then tried hard to find their comrades under the ruins and rubble. However, what can be dug out are mostly broken corpses.

Quiao disappeared, and Charles II himself was wearing silver armor, walking on this street with dull eyes. When he saw a subordinate next to him pulling out a section of intestines from the debris, he finally couldn't hold back and helped Looking at the half of the earth wall next to him, he spat out:

"哕"

The guards were all dead, or the nobles, mages and soldiers who were ready to go near the city wall had disappeared in the artillery fire. So now there is no one to follow the monarch. Those horrified subordinates didn't know Charles II. They were more worried about their own lives. Many of them ran towards the center of the inner city because of the shelling, only the center of the city didn't have any shells. .

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Someone suddenly spoke next to him, and Charles II turned his head to look over, and found that it was a young man in his twenties. The other party was wearing armor that didn't fit well, which seemed to be passed down from his ancestors. Judging from the epaulets, the opponent should be just a knight. But at this time, Charles II didn't care about the other party's identity, he immediately said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Jeremy, and I am a knight of the Paxson territory! Your Majesty!"

Paxson is not far from the imperial city, which means that the other party is indeed his "subordinate." Charlie II recovered from his stunned state, straightened his throat, and ordered: "Okay, Jeremy, I will promote you now." As the captain of the Imperial Guard, I need you to recruit a team of ten people immediately to ensure my safety."

The knight was taken aback for a moment, and then said loudly: "It is my honor, Your Majesty!"

He immediately turned around and shouted loudly in the ruins, apparently calling for his followers. It didn't take long before four or five disgraced people approached. Jeremy asked them to come with weapons to guard His Majesty's safety. Afterwards, he found that there were no combat-capable soldiers around, so he had a fight with Charles II. Hello, I plan to go to the center of the city to gather more people.

"Your Majesty, I'll be right back!"

The knight trotted away from the field of vision. Seeing that there were several people beside him, regardless of their strength, Charles II felt more at ease than before. He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Come with me, let's go to the inner city together!"

Charles II also felt that the inner city should be safe, so he also decided to follow the trajectory of Jeremy's departure. Looking up at Jeremy who was trotting seventy or eighty meters away, he had just taken two steps when he heard a whistling sound from the sky...

"wrong…"

His face changed drastically, and he was about to speed up and flee to the inner city, when he found that a large number of shells had already poured into the buildings in front of him!

"boom!"

Amidst the explosive sound, the oncoming impact directly knocked the monarch out, and the gravel hit his face, making Charles II unable to open his eyes in pain. When he regained control of his body, the soldiers who had just gathered around him were all lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Turning his head and looking, a soldier who had just stood by his side was lying upright at the moment, half of his head was cut off by a stone, and blood was flowing down. The scene of bloody flesh almost made Charles II spit it out again. .

He gritted his teeth and sat up, and was shocked to find that the street and buildings in front of him had been completely collapsed and damaged in the explosion. His field of vision was much wider than before, but the place where Jeremy ran just now had become a large circular area. crater…

The fire burned along, but no one got up to fight the fire. Under such shelling, the people hiding in the buildings were either shaken to death or crushed to death, and there was no other end.

Charles II gritted his teeth and stood up. Looking down, he found that there were many scratches and pits on the armor made by stones. Fortunately, he didn't have many wounds on his body. He tried to speak, but felt his mouth was filled with dirt. Spit twice, then pulled up the stunned soldier next to him: "I won't go to the inner city, go to the north city wall first..."

Looking from here, the wall of the inner city had been blown out of a missing corner. Now he realized that the opponent hadn't bombarded the inner city before, not because the range was insufficient, but because they deliberately aimed at the crowded places in the outer city. Looking at it from another angle, the northern city wall, which has already been hit, should be a relatively safe place at present...

His left thigh hurt from being hit by a stone, so he took out the gorgeous saber and used it as a walking stick to walk forward. The only four remaining guards supported each other and followed on both sides. A group of people took five steps, and the next round of shells hit again, but this time the impact of the shells was more concentrated on the south side of the city. Charles II is a hundred meters away.

By this time, Charles II, who was walking, had lost his fear. He had entered a state of "resigning himself to fate" in his heart, and even expected the bomb to be piled directly under his feet...

If you die directly, you don't have to face the current ending of losing everything...