"Poof!"

Eight bayonets pierced the body of the last knight from different places.

In the end, only a piece of corpse remained on the battlefield, stretching from the South Gate Pass to the gate of the rebel camp, and the corpses of Alfonso's cavalry were everywhere.

The battle is over, but the war is far from over.

The twelve cannons of the artillery positions continued to pour fire into the rebel camp, killing and wounding hundreds of people every minute.

Although the density of artillery fire was not very large, the dense camping of the rebels took their toll on them, making the effect of twelve cannons reach dozens of cannons.

"Your Majesty, let's withdraw quickly! It's too late to withdraw!"

A fairly loyal minister hid behind Harlaus, his voice trembling.

"Hmph, I don't believe it anymore! My ability to deal with magic and fighting spirit, even the ability of the divine favor will fail in front of me, what about the devil's weapon? I want to run away from you, I want to stay with my warriors!"

Haraus smiled disdainfully, propping up his shield and enveloping himself.

Seeing this, the other ministers gritted their teeth and stayed by Harlaus's side, believing in Harlaus's strength and deciding to take a gamble, hoping to succeed as before, even if the war was lost, as long as Harlaus lived, there was hope.

The artillery fire lasted for more than ten minutes, and nearly 100 shells flew into the rebel camp every minute, completely destroying the morale of the rebels.

In these ten minutes, the rebels killed and wounded more than 30,000 people.

The shells killed a small number of more than 10,000 people, while the rest of the casualties were caused entirely by the chaos within the rebels.

Vendetta stampede panic wounded ...... These elements are increasing the death toll by the moment.

When the rebels in front were in chaos, the civilians behind naturally suffered.

Some of the rebels had already begun to flee by this time, and in the spirit of doing their last vote, they rushed into the area where civilians gathered, slashed everywhere with knives, robbed some money and people, and then fled in all directions.

The gendarmerie and the deserters are also the same thing, and many of them are fellow villagers and know each other, which brings great convenience to the escape of the deserters.

Some gendarmes even join the deserters in looting civilians, which will become the norm in the region until everything calms down.

Eventually, the civilians had no patience and took up pitchforks and sickles and stood guard at the entrance to the settlement to deal with the harassment of the deserters.

As a result, both sides suffered casualties, and the larger rebels did not dare to go to civilian settlements to find trouble, and began to flee to other states.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the rebels are finished.

They couldn't make a difference, and after Alfonso's cavalry was annihilated, the rebels didn't even have the last troops that could get on the table.

Harlaus's forehead was bruised, and he stood in the woods looking at the large camp under artillery fire, his face pale.

In the end, he chose to run away, taking only four or five ministers with him, and packed up a little bit of his tray.

In order to escape, he threw away his scepter and changed into his noble robes, and his Windwalker was killed by a cannonball, so he could only pick a fast horse and escape from the dangerous rebel camp.

He originally planned to rely on his own strength to reverse the tide of the battle, just like a miracle reappeared like Carolon a thousand years ago, although his offensive means are limited, because of the secret reasons, the maximum magic strength can only be maintained at about level four, but he also has some special abilities that can counteract the effects of magic and fighting spirit.

He was confident that even a sixth-level transcendent or even a seventh-level sage could be planted in his hands.

But it wasn't until a shell landed within twenty meters or so of him.

Unsuspecting, Harlaus was swept away by the blast wave of the explosion, and a fragment of shrapnel grazed his face and flew out, leaving a trail of blood.

Harlaus's invincible ability didn't make a difference, and he was still scratched in the face by shrapnel.

This brought Haraus to his senses and realized his arrogance after gaining his ability.

Looking at the chaotic barracks, the extra craters that came out from time to time, and the stumps that were blown up, Haraus weighed it and finally decided to escape.

Haraus ran, the rebels were completely chaotic, killing his former companions, looting all his money, and the gendarmerie that had been maintaining stability also joined the ranks of robbery, with methods comparable to the most cruel executioners.

The entire army of the rebels seemed to have turned into a living hell, and the craters opened by the burning flames scattered the fleeing soldiers...... The camp built on the ruins of Fam Town has now become a paradise for rioters.

They also want to run, but there will always be shells on their heads, as if they have eyes.

............

"Huh...... When the shelling stopped, the airship went up to drop bombs, remembering where there were many people and where they were dropping, but by no means they were to civilian settlements. ”

Murphy's voice could be heard from the communication stone, but the goblins on the airship couldn't understand it until Frank translated it again.

The goblins got excited, and waited for most of the time to finally get on the field!

"It's so boring to keep counting on hold, this time it's finally our turn!"

A goblin dropped his pen and headed for the bomb magazine.

"I'll drive, Gru will observe, and Dopiter will do the math. The captain of the airship, Harpy, commanded as he walked to the wheelhouse.

"Why do I want to count? I want to drop bombs or observe!" said the goblin who had been named to count.

"Because you're smart! let you go, don't talk nonsense with me!" exclaimed Harpy, his eyes wide.

"Okay. Dopiter, who was being trained, lowered his head, and ran to count with some darkness in his heart.

The airship flew in the direction of the rebels' flight, and a shadow hung over the ground.

Don't look at the large size of the airship, but the speed is not slow, not faster than the speed of the storm warriors, but at least faster than the average war horse.

The rebels looked desperately at the behemoth above, at the bombs dropped from above, closed their eyes, gave up on running and met their death.

The bombs dropped by the airship are not high-tech, at least much lower than the technical level of the cannonballs, but they are superior in the air, and it is difficult for the people below to escape.

"Bomb Dropping Confirmation!"

"Throw it and you're done!"

Oh, that's a piece of, that's how goblins fight, just drop bombs down.

The door of the bomb magazine opened, and three large bombs weighing 50 kilograms were dropped from the airship and fell on the heads of the rebel deserters.

"Boom!"

The power of the explosion was even greater than that of howitzers, hundreds of people were killed on the spot, hundreds were injured, and smoke and dust rose dozens of meters high.

This is more powerful than the car bombs of the modern war on terror.