Artillery is different from archers, more attention is paid to collective strength rather than individual ability, it does not matter if there is one more or less marksman in the artillery unit, what matters is to strictly abide by discipline, complete the revision of shooting elements in accordance with the specified process, and launch the shells into the designated area; It is not important whether a particular cannon hits the target or not, what matters is that all shells are evenly distributed in the designated bombing area to achieve the purpose of full coverage of firepower. Under such a guiding ideology, every artilleryman is a member of the collective, there can be no lone hero, and there is not much room for free play, and such an atmosphere inevitably makes young people feel constrained.

Lieutenant Colonel Yuri Popov's "hunting" refers to a game used by the artillery of the Kolas Army to release pressure - the commander does not make specific tactical requirements, allowing the gunner to choose the target to bombard, and whether or not he can hit the target depends on personal skill and luck. This kind of play is quite competitive, usually on the shooting range, and today is a special situation: the enemy has retreated, and the cavalry who should have been responsible for the tail pursuit is still on the train thousands of miles away, and can only rely on artillery to continue to kill and escape the enemy, which creates the conditions for the "hunting" competition.

In order to make a big show on the "field", the young men of the 1st Artillery Brigade all cheered up, showed their whole body skills, calculated the advance amount according to the running speed of the enemy's horses, and chased their butts and kept firing cannons.

This entertaining attack had an unexpected effect, as the fleeing Imperial knights crowded into a heap along the avenue leading to the city gates, only to be turned into live targets and blown on their backs. Klautz also wondered: why did the cannonballs flying behind him always fall on his head in time wherever his men and horses fled? The ten miles from the station to the city became a bloody slaughterhouse, and more knights were killed and wounded by artillery fire during the escape, even more than when they charged in the rain of bullets, and in the end less than a third of them escaped safely back to the Fort of Atonement, and minus the camp of the Eagle Knights, who were almost completely wiped out, there were only more than 1,000 men and horses left in the team on which Krautz relied to maintain the old order in the Far East, and suffered a complete defeat.

Just when the 1st Artillery Brigade was happily "hunting", Roland was also overlooking the battlefield from the airship, and a strange brilliance appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps it was just an accidental phenomenon, or perhaps it was a conditioned reflex formed by long-term training, the 1st Artillery Brigade actually played an exquisite coordination in the free hunt, and the shells fired were normally distributed along the axis of the enemy's retreat to both sides, forming an arc-shaped curtain, and extending forward with the rhythm of the enemy's flight, so that the enemy army was always under the shroud of barrage.

The cannonballs form a barrage of bullets, chasing the enemy's advance – a spectacular spectacle from a bird's-eye view, and Roland's heart is beyond words.

Is there still such an operation?

A strange sense of déjà vu came over me, as if I had seen a similar scene somewhere?

Certainly not in Vares!

Recalling his life experience on Earth before crossing over, Roland, who had never been on the battlefield or touched a cannon with his own hands, naturally thought of military and war movies, and after thinking about it for a long time, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He finally remembered.

"Father, I have a bold idea......" Hurriedly picking up the High Communication Stone, Roland described a completely new artillery tactic to his father.

Over the course of two years, father and son had developed a tacit understanding: Roland was responsible for providing the ideas, and Rudolph was putting them into practice. Although Roland had only a scratch of knowledge of this new artillery tactic, he believed that the genius General Rudolph would be inspired by a few words of description, and that he would soon be able to successfully apply this tactic to actual combat.

As soon as the battle ended, Rudolph was busy. Roland didn't take up much of his father's time, and closed the call after a few brief exchanges. Looking back into the air, Lyudmila was running around in her winged boots, driving the frightened vultures back to appease them, and Zehir and Jennifer had come to help soothe the precious trophies and heal the wounded vultures with magic magic.

Roland flew over to help Lyudmila herd the horses together, and the giant eagle escorted them down to contain them.

"A total of nearly 300 vulture horses were captured, and the harvest was great, but there were also many problems." Lyudmila said with her hands on her hips panting.

Roland used his magic to resurrect the giant eagles killed in the battle one by one, wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, handed her a pot of water, and said with a smile: "The problem can be solved slowly, you sit down and rest first, don't get tired, otherwise I will be distressed." ”

Lyudmila glanced at him fiercely, and her cheeks flushed: "I'll tell you serious, be serious!" ”

Roland smiled and nodded, indicating that he was serious.

"We already have a battalion of eagles, this new force can make up for the shortcomings of the giant eagle in the field of aerial combat, and greatly enhance the air power of our army, but the eagle horse is not a giant eagle after all, the intelligence is too low to fight alone, and it needs to be equipped with knights, and our army does not have this class at all!" Lyudmila glared at her boyfriend angrily, "It's all your fault!" At the beginning, Jennifer suggested that you form the Eagle Knights, and you thought you were smart as long as the giant eagle didn't want knights, but now it's okay, dumbfounded! ”

"At this time and then, it's too late for us to form a vulture cavalry battalion now." Roland has long considered this problem, "The most important thing for the air cavalry is to be light and agile, and the Eagle Cavalry in White Gull Harbor is very good, we can ask Victoria to help us select a group of elven riders to control the vultures, and the riding training can be handed over to Zehir." ”

Lyudmila thought it was a good idea, but she still habitually teased her boyfriend: "Then you have to go to Baigull Harbor to choose the riders yourself, and give priority to the petite and delicate elf girls." ”

Roland sneered, "What's so nice about a chopstick-like figure, how can it compare to my Mira, thin waist, long legs, big breasts and hips, there is no imperfection-"

"Shut up!" Lyudmila shyly pounced and thrashed. The giant girl's "little fist" pounding her chest is not a joke, fortunately, Roland is strong enough, and if you change an ordinary person, you will have to spit blood on the spot.

"Oops~ Mira and Young Master Roland are so close!"

"Be quiet, it's embarrassing for people to hear."

There was a girl's chuckle behind him, and Roland looked back to see two pretty female rangers walking hand in hand, one was a human girl, and the other had the characteristics of a half-elf, and her appearance looked somewhat familiar. Roland looked at each other, remembering that he had seen them two years ago in a tavern on the outskirts of Forte Atonement. At that time, he had just crossed into this world, and before he could do anything, he was promoted to the Sindra Black Guard, and the half-elf girl taunted him in the tavern that he was a princeling who relied on his father to ascend to power, so there was a little skirmish, which is still a little funny to think about.