"41 soldiers killed, more than 4,700 enemy troops annihilated......" Modryel sat in a chair in the town hall and listened to the reports of his officers. Everything in the town hall is made from Iran Hill, even the ironware for candlesticks.

Although not very pretty, the industrial products of Elanhill destroyed the local handicraft industry in the Arrants, leaving countless people unemployed and more destitute, and making countless people resent the Arrantic Empire that exploited them......

"The consumption of bullets has increased exponentially, and the effect of heavy machine guns is too ...... It's amazing, but it's also horrifying, 6,000 rounds of ammunition, and they run out in less than ten minutes......," one of the officers said to Mordryel with a little awe.

"It's not much." With a wave of his hand, Modryel said to his men: "If we get into a street fight, the losses will be even greater, and the losses will be greater. In fact, it is already a matter of good fortune that the enemy can be annihilated at the battlement. ”

Two machine guns, firing for ten minutes, can pour out an average of 300 rounds in one minute! Such firepower was unimaginable a year ago, and it is definitely a miracle of industrial civilization now.

The Elanhill troops, which are less than the last shortcoming, can now be said to be invincible in the world. What they need to face now is only the final test, the magic legion from the Holy Demon Empire.

"Deploy anti-aircraft guns on the city. Two machine guns were placed in the gaps, and the remaining machine guns were scattered on the four walls! I'm going to form a whole air defense network here! You can't put the Dragon Knight close to the city! Modlaire, who had won, was not at all happy, and commanded himself.

On the one hand, the victory at this moment was an outcome that he could have guessed a long time ago, so he couldn't get excited at all. On the other hand, the dragon knights of the distant Holy Demon Empire were like a nightmare, and they all worried Modryel until the actual battle was decided.

Another reason is that Modryel has just received definite news, the defender of Wallavao, the man who fought to the end, is his acquaintance, the old man with whom he used to work, and who is honest and personable.

Frankie...... The name made Modryel's heart ache, and he felt that such a good person should not have died in such a battle. He even felt that Frankie could play for Ellan Hill, and if he had been there, he would have had a good talk with the old man.

Unfortunately, by the time Modryel reached the breach in the wall, the second battalion had already taken control of the city, and the first battalion had already taken control of the town hall. The soldier who remained in the gap to maintain order briefly briefed Modryel on the battle, and then Modryel saw the long sword still stuck in the ground.

The longsword Mordrair can be said to be quite familiar, with Frankie's personal insignia on it, and it is also a very famous longsword in the Empire. But now it was stuck alone in the pile of corpses, covered in blood, and it was hard to see what it was.

When Modryel walked over, he saw the corpse of Francie, the old man who had taught Mordryel swordsmanship, lying peacefully on the ground, covered in dried blood and holes that no longer gushed blood.

The old general who was invincible in swordsmanship, and was finally killed by a group of farmers who had only practiced assassination for a few months, and the way to kill the old general was not to fight desperately, but to calmly aim and kill a deadly shot.

Even if he saw the corpses all over the ground, even if he had seen the live fire of the cannons for a long time, and had long observed the ferocious fire of the heavy machine gun anti-aircraft guns, Modryaire still saw the corpse of General French, and he really felt that this era had changed.

"Go send a telegram!" After signing his name on the battle report for the capture of Wallavao, Mordryel suddenly felt a little less like a general. He felt more like a clerk, a thief who could taste the fruits of victory without having to charge.

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And Modryel had the same feeling, and Bourjos, whose troops had advanced to Maricha and fired only two shots before waiting for the other to surrender: not everyone was as stubborn as Frankie, especially after seeing the power of the cannons. The timid defender not only sacrificed the city intact, but also brought a full 20,000 captives......

In this way, in fact, Elanhill has almost completed their offensive goal, they have captured most of the cities they want to capture, and they have obtained a lot of resources they want.

Many stories heard from the Grand Wizard of Frenzberg gave Iran Hill a very clear goal for this southward attack. They hope that with this attack, they can master a magic essence that the Arrant has mastered!

Of all the campaign objectives, this one comes first. And the northernmost one of the magic concentrates of the Arrant Empire is just east of Volavo. This is why, after drawing up the plan, the 5th and 6th divisions were placed on the front, and the 4th division, which was more numbered on the side.

According to the plan, the subsequent reserve regiments that entered the territory of Arrant were basically to be put into the direction of Volavo to fight. What they had to do was simple, they had to take control of the area east of Wallavo, advance all the way to the mountains, and lay down the valuable pit.

As long as he has this concentrate, then Iran Hill can make the Magic Ball of Knowledge, and with the Knowledge Magic Ball, Chris will be able to spread his knowledge and make more scientists and engineers.

With these engineers and scientists, Iran Hill's industrialization and modernization will be more rapid, and the whole country will be on the fast track of rapid development, becoming an "industrial empire" that the Magic Empire is afraid of.

Don't say anything stupid about the magic empire having forbidden spells or super magic, industrial civilization is not half a point weaker than those powerful magic in the direction of destroying the world. Not to mention those unattainable future technologies, just counting nuclear weapons, the ability of modern industrial civilization to self-destruct is already so strong that it is staggering.

If you add to that the scientists who wake up every morning and make the sun in their own labs, it's hard to say whether this path of self-destruction is faster for magical civilization or farther for industrial civilization.

Even the craziest magic forbidden spell can't be strong enough to create a sun, right? Think again of those horrific chemical weapons, bacteriological weapons...... Even counting the genetic weapons of the future, the courage of industrial civilization to constantly test on the verge of death, is definitely not much better than that of the Magic Empire.

The weapons of war are just a small branch under the products of many industrial civilizations, and what really makes industrial civilization take off is the unnatural productivity and the terrible speed of construction.

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 Magic Empire's army wins, Ellen Hill will be ruined, and Chris will become another "hero" to be written into history.

"The Arrant forces near Maricha have been cleared, and they have surrendered as fast as we have advanced." In his briefing on the battle, Bourjos said of the soldiers and commanders of the Arante: "An army inferior to the peasants. ”

In fact, his assessment is very pertinent, the powerful Arrant border army has actually surrendered and been crossed by them - those soldiers stationed on the border are the elite of the border army of the Arrant Empire, but they chose to stand on the side of Elanhill.

The remaining elite troops have all been drawn south to join the battle against the Dosen Empire, so the remaining troops, especially those in the hinterland of the Alantic Empire, are actually the same.

Therefore, before the reinforcements of the Arrant Empire assembled under the orders of Arrant Hook arrived at the front line, the combat effectiveness of these guards defending the city was actually very limited.

It's a pity that the reinforcements of the Arrant Empire are still on the way, and all the places that need reinforcements here have been occupied by Iran Hill.

The only direction that is not certain at the moment is the direction of Bud where Kolya is attacking. The battle over there had not yet begun at this time, and Bud was still in the hands of the Arrant Empire.

There are many reasons for this, the most direct reason is that the border army in the direction of Bud has not actually been weakened, but has been somewhat strengthened because the Arrant has to be wary of the Higgs Kingdom.

These border defenders, who were originally aimed at the Higgs Empire, have now become the biggest obstacle to Kolya's attack on Bud. The other side has a total of more than 40,000 field troops, and there are even 10,000 cavalry with very effective combat.

Koria had only more than 5,000 people in his hands, almost one-tenth of the other side's. With this number of people, he also has to take on the task of attacking the city of Bud - counting the defenders in the city, the numerical disadvantage of Koria is even more obvious.

However, it is not without good news, at least the reinforcements of the Steppe Empire have arrived, and these cavalry can offset the cavalry advantage of the Arrant Empire, and Koria waited for 10,000 steppe cavalry before finally starting a tentative attack.

The battle, known as the Battle of Bud, broke out in the spring of 1743 in the Magic Calendar, but it was not on a large scale. The total number of troops committed by both sides is less than 80,000.

The commanders of both sides are interesting: on the side of Elanhill is the aide-de-camp of the fledgling General Wagron, Koria, a small character that no one knew before this 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 Emperor Hook, a serious royal relative.