It was noon, and the spicy smoke covered the sky and almost surrounded the city of Garcia.

"Tell you company commander! Send 130 ammo to 122 ammo, and I will remove him immediately! Let him see what is written on these wooden boxes! "On the artillery position on the south side of Garcia, the artillery battalion commander, who had personally arrived at the front line to watch the battle with the artillerymen, shouted at the soldiers who came to deliver ammunition and sign it. Seeing that the guy in his hand was about to run out of food, how could he not be in a hurry.

The Type 59 130mm howitzer, which constitutes the main force of the battalion under his command, has long been no division-army first-class fire support weapon with nearly 3,000 pieces of equipment in China, but has been exported, sealed, and used as teaching materials in various military academies and engineering academies, and some have been directly recast. Their divisional artillery support status was replaced by new additions to the unit with 155mm tracked/truck-mounted self-propelled howitzers.

In addition to the Soviet-style 122 howitzer that has been reborn on the self-propelled platform, various 152mm howitzers are gradually withering. However, after the thunderstorms of Elta's defensive battle, they will shine again this time.

By the time Doniva had signed the submission, the fate of Garcia, which had been almost entirely the Western Expeditionary Army and their minions, had been given the final notice of critical illness.

Opinion of the attending physician: poor prognosis.

The city that burned more than half of it, and was surrounded by high walls like a scar covered by a man; From the beginning it was dilapidated until no one wanted to repair it, and gradually it was eaten by moths for a summer until it collapsed; Few people are willing to take out a mountain of garbage; Such a Garcia city would be nothing more than a filthy piece of rotting flesh compared to the filthy giant of the past - it might as well be demolished.

The Song Dynasty was in the Song and Yuan dynasties, and by the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, even the old site was gone. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty and the Republic of China, Nanjing naturally did not need to be mentioned, and even the imperial capital of the late Qing Dynasty and Beiyang/Beiping suffered many natural and man-made disasters in a row. When a country is weakened, it is always the capital that suffers. Now not to mention the demolition and reconstruction of Garcia, the former imperial capital of Elta, there are not a few voices discussing the relocation of the capital in China.

So Doniva happily agreed to the plan of battle—rather than what he wanted. Even now, he doesn't even care about the castle of Shield City, and he even sneers at the palace castle of Garcia City, which originally gave him a psychological shadow.

In his mind, the next time he saw Garcia, it was better to be as prosperous as the magic capital, without even a little Elta element - at best, he could build a spire in the middle of the city so that he could live in peace.

But when Doniva stood on the front line with the commanders and fighters of the Elta Army to watch the artillerymen, he began to waver, and the decisiveness and resoluteness of his signing were completely lost.

The soft sound like smashing a can was a Type 56 85mm cannon operated by the artillery companies under each infantry battalion. There was a long whistle from the muzzle, and it was the 59-type 130mm cannon that burst out loudly with the earthwork of the stationing hoe. The two are as low and heavy as the 66-Type 152mm plus howitzer and the 83-Type 122mm howitzer.

The artillery positions in the north, south, and west directions of the city of Garcia were densely packed and layered at a distance of a few kilometers to a dozen kilometers. After the artillery entered a stable rate of fire, it continued to bombard the city of Garcia as if the ammunition did not need money.

In the distance, the city of Garcia was lit up by fire, and the artillerymen chauvinism gnawed at the carrion that was still alive...... The power of such destruction made Doniva and his commanders, as well as a group of Elta Magical Association powerhouses, palpitate.

Even Prancy, who was not witnessing the storm of death for the first time, stood not far from the "green wand" and trembled. He had reason to be highly suspicious: did the Elta sub-gunners really understand what they were doing?

Through the glass vacuum teacup that Proxys held in his hand, he could only see the shirtless Elta people take out the thermos-sized projectiles from the ammunition box, wait until the bolt spits out the hot shells, then stuff the projectiles into the bolts, and then pull a handle under the slogan of unity—and so on and so on and on, like workers wielding sledgehammers on the major construction sites in Mendong City.

One of the projectiles rose into the air with the power of a tearing sound, drew a perfect parabola on the clouds, and then smashed headlong into the city of Garcia, more than a dozen kilometers away, directly blowing a two-story slum wooden house to pieces.

"After this batch of three rounds of fighting, the second company is ready to replace the shooting Zhu Yuan!"

"Roger!"

The still unmodified Type 59 tanks and 85mm cannons bombarded the fortified Garcia walls, while the heavy artillery extended its fire little by little towards the center of the city.

It would have been best if the Western Expeditionary Army had been willing to poke out of the tortoise's shell and flee east—they would have been spared the fear of their lives, and Elta would have a lot more cost-free labor to rebuild after the war.

This is the similar premise of the ancestors' consideration of "encircling three and leaving a way to live" - to kill the enemy army that has been completely surrounded in the turtle's shell at the least possible cost, first of all, it is necessary to surround it on three sides and leave a way for them to escape.

So what if the Western Expeditionary Army is unwilling to come out? All right. Sooner or later, the 152mm grenade will chisel open the hard stone walls or ceilings of Garcia's Palace, the Interior Yuan, the former Academy of Magic, etc., and then I wonder where else can the monarchs of the Western Expeditionary Army hide?

Rucha cautiously poked his head out to take a look at the scenery beyond the castle. Looking at Garcia City from up high at this time feels quite fantastical - if a modern person saw this scene, he would definitely think that it was a meteorite rain like 2012.

The explosion had lifted the wreckage of the house again, and there was barely a complete house in the slum that Rucha could see—through the ruins clinging to the surface, the distant walls of Garcia had also crumbled, leaving only one or two ruins that stood firmly in place.

"Report to Lord Rucha and Lord Yourde......"

"Speak." Rucha hurriedly retracted his head behind the lookout hole and watched as the panting guards delivered the latest news.

"The mages you sent to the top of the castle have ventured to determine where the enemy's ranged magic is coming from." The guards hurriedly pulled out a letter box from behind their backs, "Then this is their hastily drawn pattern, and the Wyvern Cavalry asks if they want to attack and destroy the enemy's long-range magic position......"

"Nonsense." Yurde, who was beside Rucha, hurriedly waved his hand to stop it. "Order the Wyvern Cavalry to send these papers to Hilzi quickly, no, you go and tell the magicians to draw this picture again and send them down the river in small boats! Rucha, what do you think? ”

"Let's do it!" Rucha trembled and gave the order, "But Yulde, the top priority is how to advance and retreat next for our army......

"Rucha, I told you." Yur dripped Rucha and pressed his face against the lookout hole along with his own. "About...... This is north of Garcia City, right? Then half an hour ago, they attacked the location of the second tributary of the river, and now you take a closer look at where the fireball rises? ”

"The houses near the second tributary are all finished, finished." Rucha's words were filled with unconcealed tremors, "Did the troops there retreat in time?" ”

Yourde was so anxious that he wanted to wake up Rucha, who was still concerned about a soldier, with a slap. He quickly bypassed the question and stated the core of the phenomenon: "The residential area near the second tributary no longer exists, and the location of the enemy's long-range magic strike is close to the first tributary. Rucha! Don't worry about a soldier anymore! By the time long-range magic covers us, where else can we escape? ”

"It's over, it's over, it's all over......" Lu happened to have heard the advice of the awake Yurde, and kept repeating a few syllables, "It's over......"

"Smack."

It was Yourde who stopped this babbling with a decisive slap of the knife. The guards waiting behind the two showed a look of surprise, and they didn't dare to step forward to stop this "downward" behavior.

"What do you see? Don't hurry up and convey the order, the whole army retreats, retreats! "Yourd is really anxious. Based on the half-hour stretch, it would take less than two hours for the enemy's ranged attack magic to climb to the castle. What if Rucha, a dead fat man with no long head, kept babbling for the past two hours?

"Sir, let me advise." The guards who had just stared at their pockets saluted.

"Hurry up!" With a look in his eyes, Yurde ordered the other guards to carry Rucha downstairs. "I'll give you a minute."

The guard immediately said: "Only the east side of Garcia City has not been attacked by magic, and our retreat must be from the east side, isn't General Yourd afraid that the enemy will set up an ambush on the road and wipe out all of our mourning soldiers?" ”

"If you want to be blown up in the city, just say it." Youerde didn't bother to listen to the opinions of these subordinates, "If you don't want to be blown up, just give it to me, execute, did you hear it?!" ”

In fact, there is no need for the command of the Western Expeditionary Army, who is still a shrunken turtle in the castle, to give an order, and many people in the Western Expeditionary Army have already fled after hearing the news. From the beginning of the bombardment, the guards on the city wall rushed towards the east wall in tacit understanding. Even if they didn't know at that time that only the eastern flank was not attacked, because it was simply instinctive.

Soon, the soldiers defending the city on the east side soon couldn't resist the coercion of the routs on three sides, and went down the city wall with them wrapped in strips of cloth. Soon there was not a single soldier on the city wall, and the big city gate on the east side was blown open with a magic powder bomb after the soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army who had no way to escape for their lives killed all the soldiers defending the city-

However, the loud sound of the magic powder bomb has long been masked by the sound of cannonballs falling in the city. Knowing of this emergency, the messengers who wanted to inform the generals of the palace either took the lead in escaping or were carried out of the city by the rout.

Before the Western Expeditionary Army was completely defeated, the communication mechanism of the entire army had been completely destroyed. As for morale and fighting spirit? Clams? Are you kidding?