The Battle of Transvania, which broke out in 1824, became the bloodiest and deadliest battle of the year, completely surpassing the ongoing Civil War of St. Orlando, the Battle of the Three Families of Dongying, and the Battle of the Long River of the Songyue Empire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two sides of the battle were the Norman invasion force, with an army of up to 100,000 men, an air force of more than 20,000 and an unknown number of servants, and tens of thousands of Near Eastern troops and more than 100,000 inhabitants of Transvania.

St. Orlando could not imagine the tragic situation after the defeat, the Normans greedily calculated the benefits they could gain after the victory, and the Kolsalans who played soy sauce continued to live a life of devastation, and the Thrans ...... Well, these guys are still in love with the partisans in the south.

The fierce battle was devouring lives from the first day, dozens of artillery regiments bombarded Transvania from four directions, and the Norman Sky Fleet, with a total of five ships, firmly held the air supremacy, and recklessly used only super artillery, allowing the mage units of the Near East Army to focus all their energy on defense.

The ground forces were the first to attack the servants, who had no defense at all, and had old weapons thrown at them by the Normans, but the problem was that the Normans looked down on them at all and made big jokes: those with muskets had no bullets, and those with bullets had no muskets.

The Norman officer, who raised his sword, shouted, and the servant army in the starting position must immediately charge, otherwise the Norman warlords behind them will open fire as soon as possible, killing all the cowards who are afraid of the enemy.

The arcanists responsible for providing spell support looked at Transvania with disdain, and the mages of the Near East Army had no time to deal with the enemy, so they could only endure countless terrible spells.

The weather began to become unusual, with temperatures rising and falling in some areas, and acid rain from time to time, putting the defenders in an embarrassing situation.

The mage's masterpiece lasted only three days before it had to be stopped, because the commander of the invading force, George? Count Lyle, completely unable to accept the abnormal increase in non-combat losses of the troops, this is all due to the damage caused by the super-large range of spells, even if the Normans' spells and magic power are higher than the defenders, they can't fight like this!

After the emergency call to stop the indiscriminate spells of the mages, the hateful sweltering rainy season of Korsalan began, the sky became overcast, and the heavy rain made the siege war even more difficult, and the large and small craters quickly turned into waterholes, and then into rivers, repeatedly washing the positions of the warring sides, and finally turning into gray muddy water covering the battlefield, making everyone feel the malice of nature.

The Sky Fleet could not cope with such harsh conditions, so it had to retreat to a logistics base three hours away to rest, and the battle once again returned to the traditional combat mode.

Under these circumstances, fifteen days had passed since the Normans and the defenders of Transvania had been fighting.

In the rainy weather, the filthy Near Eastern Army left their comfortable bunkers, struggled to carry supplies in the muddy water, and dug up the survivors from the rubble as much as possible, of course, the corpses must also be released, otherwise the plague will be ruined. Soldiers and officers who have no mission for the time being are like ghosts, looking around for food to eat, ready to soothe their empty stomachs.

A pale-faced officer stepped out of the damp underground bunker, his eyes were a little uncomfortable with the harsh environment outside, but the slightly fresher air had also changed for the better, and his uniform was a little tattered, and he could smell a damp musty smell, which made him uncomfortable.

A magic trick to make the clothes look cleaner, but unfortunately the chirping sound from the stomach reminded him that it was time to find food, of course, as a mage, he also has a unique magic food to satisfy his stomach, but eating too much will dry his stool, which really makes him not interested.

The young officer walked towards another underground building, and saw all the soldiers of the Near Eastern Army looking tired, unkempt and unkempt, and they could not see the slightest vitality at all, mechanically nibbling on the mixed dry food and finding a dry place to rest by the way, this was their greatest enjoyment.

In the distance, a group of gendarmes with muskets can be seen threatening a group of Translonian citizens to move forward, these hapless fellows with sapper shovels in their hands, need to clear the rubble, dig out the artillery in the mud, transport corpses, make ammunition, and so on in order to get food rations, otherwise they will have to wait to starve to death without food.

Of course, rich broadmen can go to the black market quietly, and the price of a pound of multigrain bread is as high as eight silver pools, and this price may be higher, which is completely robbery.

Even this officer, who had a slight suspicion of conscience, was embarrassed to ask for such a high price, and two-thirds of the magic food he made was sold on the black market for only 1.5 gold fennils per pound, and a bucket of magic mountain spring water!

It's just that although this money is made quickly, it is crazy fast, and you can earn 10,000 gold coins in five days, but I really can't imagine that the Transwanians are so rich, and it is really immoral to imagine.

The war was fierce, the weather was humid, food and medicine were scarce, and the dead and surviving survivors were everywhere, and it was all too easy to give up their wealth in order to survive in a war-song hellish city.

The officer sighed, and soon came to the door of the bunker that looked like a ruin, and the little goblin didn't need his order to push the ruin rubbish aside so that his master could easily enter it.

This is the convenient exit of the 7th Observatory.

"Good morning, have you eaten?"

"Are you kidding? Lorraine hurry up and make magic food, little brother, I'm going to starve to death! ”

Taiwen was in a hurry and almost didn't jump up every day, the lack of food made the warrior very uncomfortable, and the dry food in reserve had to be prepared for the future, and now they could save a little bit is a little, this is the siege trick that the uncle taught them.

"Okay, the Demon King and Irene are still tinkering with the astrolabe over there?"

"Yes, even with the help of the secondary energy furnace you built, they still have a lot of trouble, and I saw an undead scout appear last night."

"I didn't expect them to be very fast, it's only the sixteenth day today, and the undead will come to reconnoitre, little Carl, I'll let you install the little things?"

"Of course it's done, hum hum, I'm the world's first in the elf science and technology, you just wait and see, the second generation of magic armor will definitely surprise people!"

Hearing this, Lorraine was finally relieved, this was the residence of his trusted friends, and the most reliable guys in the city.

His Majesty the Demon King helped renovate this bunker after learning about him, so that these people could rest here more, and there was no need to go to the frontline position to fight with the Normans, that is, Josephine's whereabouts became very strange, even if Lorraine asked repeatedly, she didn't tell her boyfriend what she was doing, only that Her Royal Highness the princess had been collecting supplies recently.

Handing the prepared magic food and mountain spring water to Taiwen, everyone rushed up and began to eat and drink, not too happy, Lorraine turned his head to look at the young Engels, "Yuri...... Any news? ”

"Uncle told me that I just need to hold on to see hope, but he should not appear in Transvania during the siege, but it is possible that he will do business in the military camp opposite."

"Shall I say worthy of the Merchant of Death...... Don't miss any opportunity to make money. ”

"Don't talk about that, what's going on outside?"

"What else can I do, the servant army is in chaos, the special teams assassinate each other, and the mages and uncles are fighting back and forth without a reason, it is completely a war of attrition." Recalling the scenes she had seen, Lorraine could only reluctantly say this to her friends.

"It's a battle that has no end......"

Everyone sighed together, and there was no shadow of the end of the battle.