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In an instant, looking along the open plain shrouded in moonlight, two fires suddenly flashed on the distant hills, like scarlet tongues of fire, swallowing the breath that was about to sweep all things.

In the trenches, the soldiers who were chatting and laughing were stunned for a moment, choking on half of the dry food in their mouths, and the wine jugs in their hands hovering over their mouths.

They stared straight in the direction of the firelight, faintly aware of the air-tearing impact, and after a brief blank of their minds they understood: the nightmare was coming.

"Get down! Get down!"

Almost at the same time, they all drank violently, and then quickly ducked into the trenches, and the whole artillery position was in a strange panic, and for a moment they did not even know what they were afraid of, for each of them was not so afraid of death.

Perhaps what they are afraid of is the irresistible crushing and devouring of the disaster.

Poor were the stormtroopers assembled in front of the position, they couldn't find any cover for a while, some of the smart people reacted and turned around and ran frantically into the position, and the rest were stunned pestles in place, the only thing they could do was pray in their hearts that the shells would not hit them.

Huge granite cannonballs swept across the night sky and whizzed to the ground, using their devastating destructive power to once again carry away patches of soldiers.

General Arna stood on a hillside in a safe place, staring at the miserable scene before him, the newly formed assault force was instantly crushed, leaving only a few deadly men trembling in place.

The general clenched his fists in anger and raised his gaze to the distant hills, which at this moment felt like an impregnable fortress in the night.

The previous artillery bombardment of the enemy's position was the most fierce since he commanded the Arna Legion, and he thought that the overwhelming shells would be enough to make the enemy no longer have the strength to fight back, but now, it was obvious that the other side had not lost its combat effectiveness, which made his heart swell with a deep sense of shame.

His pupils were occupied by hatred, and he stared for a long time, he took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Andrew, arrange for Christine's cannon to fire a salvo until the cannonballs run out, and I want to see all those hills flattened!"

He yelled hysterically, his bloodshot eyes wide, and he slammed into the rocks beside him in rage.

"But the general...... The shelling had already drained all the huge artillery shells we had brought. Officer Andrew craned his neck and said cautiously, he had never seen a general look so mad.

After a short pause, the general suddenly pulled his collar and stared at him viciously in the eyes.

"Then turn all the artillery over and fire a salvo! Don't let me see that the other side is comfortable for a second, if they still have the strength to fight back, it's my fault! But you remember to me, I will never make a mistake!"

With that, he shoved the officer away and took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger, as a good commander, he understood how important it was to remain calm on the battlefield.

Closing his eyes, he slowly raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows twice, then opened his eyes.

"Why aren't you going?" he caught a glimpse of the officer beside him and didn't move, just hung his head in silence.

"General, I know you must be angry right now, but I still have to remind you that we have less than half of the shells left. ”

After a pause, the officer rolled his eyes uneasily: "I remember you once said that at any time, it is the most unwise choice for the artillery unit to run out of all the shells, because once the shells are exhausted, it is equivalent to losing combat effectiveness." According to intelligence, our enemy has a melee regiment of several thousand men, and they are very strong in combat, and when I heard that the royal guard did not even have the courage to resist when Christine was kidnapped in Copenhagen a few days ago, His Majesty the King was furious and removed them all from their posts and put them in prison......"

"Alright, don't say it. The general raised his hand to interrupt him, still looking fierce, but his expression changed slightly.

He must admit that what the officer said was indeed reasonable.

If the enemy's melee legion is lurking somewhere, wait until the Arna legion runs out of shells and then charges, the consequences will be dire.

Although he had never seen the Spartan Legion with his own eyes, from those rumors, he could understand how terrible the combat effectiveness of that legion was, and it was beyond imagination that he could force the Royal Guard to give up resistance.

Touching his chin and groaning for a few seconds, he let out a helpless breath and tugged at his hair.

"Andrew, send someone to rush the supply convoy behind and get them to hurry up, I need them to carry shells. ”

"That's... Do you still need an artillery salvo?"

"Of course, but it doesn't have to be so violent, as long as you continue to harass and don't give the other party a chance to run away, wait until the convoy arrives and launch a general attack. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and motioned for the officer to hurry up and get out of his way, so as not to hinder his thinking.

The legion nodded, and walked away in amusement.

Looking up at the moon, the general estimated that it would take about two hours for the convoy to arrive, so wait.

He sighed wistfully, he had never felt so difficult in many years on the battlefield, and this was the first time he had experienced what it was like to fight alone.

I didn't expect to meet such a strong opponent, Christine's giant cannon...... Suddenly, I felt that it was a little interesting, and at least it was not as boring and challenging as before.

Silently, the corners of his mouth turned up forty-five degrees, and a smile appeared.

It was a fierce and brutal battle for the soldiers, but for him it was just a game, in order to fight for the ultimate victory and defend the so-called glory.

At this moment, in the position of the other side, barbecue is being made.

Hans and the others had not eaten any decent food since the Arna Legion had been pressed down in the evening, and had been running back and forth in the trenches carrying gunpowder boxes and shell boxes, and the physical exertion was so great that they really couldn't hold it until now without eating.

Thinking that this might be the last meal in their lives, and everyone wanted to eat something good, they lit a fire and roasted the half-cooked air-dried beef on a rack of it, allowing the mesmerizing smell to penetrate their nostrils and stir the hungry stomach.

They kept doing the same thing, which was swallowing.

"Sir Hans, why has the shelling stopped on the other side?"

"I guess they fired too many shells from that shelling, and there wasn't much left. ”

"Really, that means we're safe?!"

"The beauty of thinking. Hans smiled bitterly: "They must be waiting for reinforcements, we are about to face a more fierce attack." ”

Disappointed, everyone invariably looked up at the night sky, the bright moon.

"You say it's been a few hours?"

"Hold on until dawn and we can retreat. Hans unscrewed the lid of the flask and took a small sip from his neck.

Oh, who knows if you can see the light of dawn. (To be continued.) )