"All the magic crystal cannons, shoot forward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info No. 1 to No. 5 magic crystal cannons, extending fifty meters forward--"

"All other artillery, with the city wall as the firing element, extends back three hundred meters, target: the enemy camp--"

The commander of the White Tiger Legion can only use the spirit skill once a day: the Great Eagle Eye Technique. At this time, you can even see that the enemy defenders are retreating in a panic, and the two groups of artillery bombardment are ending in the same way, and the enemy seems to be stupid by the attack covering the enemy and us with artillery fire.

Human life is not valuable, but elves have a thousand-year lifespan, and they are afraid of one-to-one casualties!

It's not that they're not brave, it's that the enemy is mad, no, mad! A hundred times crazier than the wild orcs, at least, the orcs were hurt and knew to retreat, but the group of madmen in front of them, who were stabbed by the sword, completely ignored the injury, insisted on pounce and bite you, even crazier than the madmen.

"Quick, use the warhawk to inform the army and ask for reinforcements--"

An injured elf was hit in the left abdomen by the sharp blade that was blown away by the explosion, and the injury was not light. And there were many people gathered around him to protect his safety.

"Damn, catch a big fish!" The commander of the White Tiger Legion let out a low roar, ran to the nearest magic crystal cannon, and shouted to raise the muzzle of the cannon by one point.

Immediately, wait for the cooldown time.

The division commander's eyes immediately turned to the other party, and he crossed the kilometer distance, and the scene he saw made his face pale.

A majestic warhawk descended from the sky and landed in front of the elven officer. On the spot, the elven officer dipped himself in green blood and wrote quickly on the animal skin.

Needless to say, it must be a message to Taniguchi that he has lost and asked for support.

The division commander happened to attend the meeting and listened to Ye Xiaofei's plan. Even, the enemy commander Hebrew was watching his artillery position.

He immediately realized that this warhawk must not be allowed to take off.

At this time, the starting point city, the main army has begun to retreat here, once this war eagle flies to the elven army, the other party immediately knows that this is a trap, the pit can't be killed, and the starting point city will be taken by the other party immediately.

"No way!"

The division commander knew that now was the turning point of victory or defeat in the entire war, and if they missed this point, defeat awaited them.

Cooldown? Explode? Martyrdom?

The horrified consequences crossed his mind, but none of them could be a reason to stop him.

"All magic crystal cannons, gather energy immediately!"

"Division Commander, there's still one minute left on cooldown. It's—"

The division commander directly interrupted and roared: "Obey the order, gather energy immediately!" Turn on the maximum power! ”

"Division Commander! Maximum power? It will burn the magic circuit, and that is irreparable damage--"

The irascible division commander kicked over the most loyal and outspoken staff, like an angry lion who chose people, and roared: "Execute the order--"

"No. 1 turns on the maximum power of concentrating, and it is expected to enter the firing state in ten seconds--"

"The countdown to the second begins-----nine--"

"Three--"

"Four---"

"No. 20---"

――――――

The power of the irascible magic pulses on each magic cannon barrel.

Zizizi――――

A stream of silver suddenly erupted from the No. 9 Magic Crystal Cannon, and then a stream of silver flames erupted from the tail of the cannon, instantly igniting the gunner who was operating the cannon.

Ahh――――――hh

The flames burned the body, and the terrible wails resounded throughout the artillery position.

"Continue to gather energy--" The division commander's eyes twitched, his heart was dripping blood, and the soldiers who got along day and night ate the same pot of rice and slept in the same bed, and burned him alive in front of him. Moreover, it seems that the accident was caused by his order, and the magic crystal cannon was not operated irregularly.

"Division commander," a herald said, "the entire pattern of the No. 9 magic crystal cannon has been burned, and I request to withdraw from the shelling sequence!" ”

"Permission!" The division commander looked into the distance, and finally couldn't help asking: "How is the gunner?" ”

"Extensive burns, the fire has been extinguished, but, seriously injured coma. It's been sent. ”

"Commander of the Reporting Division!" Another herald rushed over: "All artillery is ready to fire." However, the barrels of the 1st, 7th, 12th, 19th, guns were abnormal. Request to exit the shelling sequence. ”

The twelfth and nineteenth were exactly the range of the elven officer on the other side.

"Allow One, Seven to exit, Twelve, Nineteen to continue."

The division commander replied extremely coldly, and even ignored the danger of exploding and martyrdom, and personally held the most dangerous No. 12 magic crystal cannon.

"All sequence magic crystal cannons, ready, put--"

Bang bang bang――――――

Boom――――――

Martyrdom, a magic crystal cannon exploded, brilliant and deadly silver sparks raged, and more than a dozen tons of magic crystal cannons next to it flew directly, fell off the cliff, and shattered the crystal. The barrels of the detonated guns shattered into countless fragments, covering most of the artillery positions, and hundreds of people died directly and hundreds were wounded. Wailing all over the wilderness, people are like leeks, falling down in pieces.

However, a dozen silver shells swayed into the air a second before they exploded.

This was the last wave of shelling of the entire position.

Whew――――――

A silver tail flame swept over Ye Xiaofei's head and fell straight into the elven camp.

Boom Boom Boom ――――――

Fifty-meter silver flames bloomed one after another, and in an instant, the entire camp was plunged into a sea of fire.

Even, Ye Xiaofei saw a war eagle with outstretched wings being swallowed by the silver flames that swept up.

"Warhawk?" Ye Xiaofei muttered about this term, and his whole heart was cold to the bone: The news leaked?

He immediately looked up at the sky, and it was clear, and there was no more war eagle to be seen.

Looking behind him, the silver flame that represented the artillery position rising, he knew that the artillery position was ruined!

A group of soldiers rushed up the hill from the mountain road, covered with corpses, startled, and looked at the only standing figure, and was beaten again.

"Lord Marquis, are you injured? Call the shepherd! ”

Ye Xiaofei retracted his grief and looked into the distance.

He did not give the order to stop firing, but the smoky artillery position did not fire a single shot for ten minutes.

Disobedience to orders, capital offense.

He did not believe that his artillerymen openly refused to carry out his orders, and the only explanation was that no one could stand anymore.

"Lord Marquis, the elves have fled, and we have won." The soldier said.

Ye Xiaofei saw with his own eyes that the artillery fire was raging against the other party's camp, and the sun elves fled.

"What about the casualties?" Ye Xiaofei sat heavily on a stone, as if he had a burden weighing tens of millions of catties on his shoulders, which weighed him down: the dead should be counted on his head! How many people will die in this battle? How many families have lost their integrity?

Every time I think about it, a sense of guilt wells up in my heart.

Although, every soldier regarded him as a god-like man, an undefeated god of war.

But how he wanted to run away from it all now, especially when others reported the number of casualties.

"Lord Marquis!" The soldiers choked up and said, "The first echelon of the charge with the adults was almost completely wiped out. The casualties are estimated at around 2,300. ”

The soldier glanced at the burning artillery positions in the distance and added, "Maybe there are casualties on the White Tiger Legion's side." ”

Four thousand, second- and third-rate soldiers, defeating the three thousand first-line legion strength of the Sun Elves, I have to say that it is not a small miracle. Even the sound of cheers could be heard from the bottom of the valley.

However, their commander, Ye Xiaofei, wept silently.

More than 2,000 ――――――

When the morning sun rose, they were still sorting out their clothes, afraid that Zou would be crooked.

The damn sun hasn't reached the top of the head yet.

They can't wait for that sunset.

More than 2,000 soldiers! How high should the corpse fall?

No, their bodies have been engulfed in artillery fire and can't fall very high.

"Go and get the Hebrews." Ye Xiaofei sighed, and gradually made a cold face, more than two thousand deaths, starting from this second, it is a number, no longer more than two thousand living lives.

He knew that the only way to avoid more casualties was to persuade the Hebrews to surrender. Only in this way can we avoid the death of more lives in the next moment.

War weariness――――――

No, Ye Xiaofei thinks it's more afraid of war!

"The commander of the first army is afraid of war, how far is it from destruction?" He advised himself this, but looking down from the top of the valley, there was a corpse that had been carried down. Many, many --

Ye Xiaofei's gaze suddenly became firm, he looked at the burning artillery position from afar, and gritted his teeth and burst out one word after another: "Hebrew, you, must, need, cast, surrender ――――――"