"Bob, my name is ...... Bob"

He was frightened, and desperately let out a high-pitched scream just to make the bull understand, but the second half of his sentence was interrupted on the spot by the giant cavalry standing nearby———— and kicked him in the cheek, where the teeth shattered and the tongue was cut.

"I don't need to be that loud, I have ears." The Prisoner Bull crouched down, reached out and grabbed the scout's hair as he fell to the ground, and sneered, "Be quiet, or I'll cut off your tongue." ”

Bob endured the pain and raised his head as the cow moved, blood pouring out of his mouth. There was hatred and a faint disdain in the painful and frightened eyes, but on the surface it seemed to have yielded.

"Don't believe it, do you?" The Prison Bull saw through the white scout's inner thoughts, and did not explain, but still had an incomprehensible smile on his face. He turned to his side, ordered the cavalryman standing opposite, and bowed at Bob, "Chop off his left hand." ”

Bob is a smart guy and quick to react. Almost immediately, he understood the Cow's thoughts, his body writhing wildly like a loach, and a muffled whisper of fear came from his bloody mouth.

"I believe, I see, I know what you mean...... I said, I'll say everything. ”

Chop off your left hand and your right hand, and you can communicate by writing. The Prison Cow was not lying, nor was it intimidating, and he did have good reason to cut out Bob's tongue.

"Very well, it seems that you are a smart person." The English of the Prison Cow came from Tianhao himself. He looked at the already obedient white scout with satisfaction: "Bob...... Well, that's the name. Tell me everything you know. Including your generals, numbers, supplies, and next steps...... Remember, don't leave anything out. ”

As he spoke, the Prison Bull turned to look at the other white scout who had been caught, "You have to be interrogated separately." I will corroborate what you have said. If anyone lies...... Hehe......"

He didn't say the rest of the words, and there was no need to say them.

……

Flamal did not stay where he was and waited for news. At the same time as the scouts were dispatched, the army began to move westward.

There are more and more signs that the giant is not as simple as it seems. The cold weather helps keep the mind clear and calm, and what Flamal wants most now is a settlement, whether it is a so-called "learning to grasp the city" or not. As long as there were enough houses, fuel and food, he was confident that he would lead this army to survive.

A massive march of up to half a million people was not simple. Flamal knew that many soldiers were unhappy with today's breakfast, and a large number of disgusting voices filled the entire camp. This kind of thing didn't matter to him, and the Warlord killed dozens of guys who took the lead in making trouble in one go, and no matter how strong the opposition was, it could be suppressed.

The duke specifically ordered "not to shoot them", but to order the firing squad with axes and swords. When the logistical supply is completely interrupted, ammunition becomes very precious, and if it can be saved, it can be saved.

In the afternoon, a group of panicked scouts brought back bad news: directly ahead, that is, due west in the direction of the "Learning to Grasp the City", tens of thousands of giant armies had appeared.

Another scout who returned immediately came with the news that the army of giants had also been spotted in the north. Judging from the current situation, the two sides should want to block the Viking army here and eat it in one bite in a way of encirclement.

Without hesitation, Vlamar immediately ordered the whole army to defend on the spot and dig up layers of earth to build fortifications.

Two hours later, the sound of "rumbling" artillery was heard from the west.

……

Powerful shells exploded on improvised fortifications, and powerful air waves spread in all directions centered on the landing point. The defenders were torn to shreds before they could scream, and the familiar and terrifying smell of gunsmoke once again filled the battlefield.

Vlamal gave the strongest order: "Attack!" ”

He no longer thinks about food and fuel, and he doesn't think about anything related to siege warfare. The giant army on the opposite side was obviously prepared, and their appearance once again confirmed Flamal's guess yesterday———— the giant army had a set of high-speed communication methods beyond their own cognition, otherwise their army would never have appeared from due west after only one day and one night after yesterday's large-scale shelling, and even the north was blocked.

It is impossible to retreat. To the south is a steep mountain range that cannot be climbed, and if you turn around and head east to the river, you will be heavily bombarded by the giant fleets cruising on the river.

Flamar seized the time to convene the pre-war meeting, and he did not hide it, but shared the current information with all the participants and the participants. Then he repeatedly told that these things must be transmitted to every soldier as quickly as possible. Let them know what happened and what to do now.

Vlamal did not know the phrase "put to death and then live", but he understood that soldiers often burst out with amazing combat effectiveness in desperate situations.

Only a fierce attack can break through the giants' defenses and gain a chance to survive.

This is his last hope.

……

On the opposite side is the Second Legion of the Dragon Clan led by Yuan Kai.

Compared with the time when he was in Panshi Village before, Yuan Kai's whole person has changed a lot. His thin face was angular, his wheat-colored skin was slightly rough, and his dark black eyes gave him a slightly gentle look, but this was limited to his own people.

"The whites are coming up."

Yuan Kai stood in a very high position, and almost the entire battlefield was in view. Although it was the first time to command such a large-scale battle, he had no stage fright after a long time in the north, and he gave orders with full of vigor and majesty.

"Fire!" With his order, the adjutant turned and gestured to the wooden tower not far away. The herald holding the red and black signal flag stood in the middle of a narrow wooden fence high enough, waving the flag and pointing straight ahead.

As many as 200 guns roared.

Mushroom clouds rose from the battlefield, orange-red flames and black smoke rising. A single shell created a crater as soon as it fell, scattering shards of ice and dirt flew into the air, and the air quickly filled the air with strong smells: gunsmoke, blood, feces...... They are mixed with each other and cannot be distinguished.

The soldiers of the Viking Kingdom lined up in four horizontal columns, braving the dense artillery fire.

The violent explosion tore through the entire battle line, and holes of flesh and earth appeared in the middle of the line. Someone was lifted from the ground by a huge force and flew more than ten meters away; Someone had their necks blown off the spot but didn't die immediately, screaming and struggling in the mud like wounded earthworms; There were also people who blew off their hands, but because of the injury, their bodies fell into a brief numbness, and they did not notice it, and continued to walk forward with mechanical steps, until two seconds later, when severe pain hit, only to suddenly find that their hands were broken, and it was too late to turn around and escape, and they were blown to pieces by the shells falling overhead.

Flamal looked behind him with red eyes.

"Spread out, spread out!"

"Don't be so crowded, everyone disperses."

"Damn, are you all blind with your eyes open? Spread out, distance between the front and back, don't stop, speed up and rush over! ”

In the first wave of the attack, he sent 30,000 men. Even though it was a tentative attack, Flamar also had some luck in his heart.

Although the artillery is powerful, it is extremely heavy. The giant army on the other side may have arrived in a hurry and did not carry heavy weapons.

Although I had ordered all of us to cross the river, we had come in a hurry, and perhaps the giant on the other side had also been ordered to hurry over. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and I may still have a chance.

The overwhelming shelling shattered the last vestiges of Flamal's illusions. He finally understood that he had kicked the iron plate. This is not a speculative encounter at all, the other side has been prepared, maybe very familiar with this battlefield, just waiting for the Viking soldiers to throw themselves into the net.

Vlamar didn't know what a "skirmisher" was, but he learned quickly that the best way to evade artillery fire and reduce his own losses was to disperse his attack. This would make it impossible for the attacker to guarantee a firepower advantage, as the platoon tactic has proven effective over the past few decades through countless battles, large and small. However, Flamar did not dare and could not do what he had experienced, so he could only rack his brains among the few combat options to find the best battle plan with the best chance of winning and the best one for him.

The first wave of assault teams was quickly depleted in the shelling. Before the smoke of gunfire on the battlefield completely cleared, Flamal immediately sent a second attack wave, also 30,000 men.

Of course, he understands that refueling tactics are taboo, but investing more troops at once, 50,000 or even 60,000, will only make the attacking group dense and cause unnecessary losses.

"Remember, be sure to rush over!" He was covered in blood, and roared like a madman in front of the leading officers at all levels, without any aristocratic demeanor.

The giants on the opposite side have been firing their cannons, and so far they have not been seen sending out infantry.

This again gave Flamal the illusion that perhaps the northern giants had not yet developed muskets———— they only had artillery.

If they run out of shells, I could turn the tide of the battle.

On the hill where Vlamar could not see, Yuan Kai continued to give cold and unemotional orders.

"Fire!"

The array of Viking soldiers became messy again, only this time they learned from their dead companions, the battle columns were not so concentrated, the distance between individual soldiers was about three meters, and some clever guys even abandoned the practice prescribed by the military canon, they trotted forward with their cats on their waists, and when they heard the cannonball whistling, they immediately accelerated, either pulling a corpse from the ground to block it, or lying on the spot, and some people simply jumped into the nearby crater, not wanting to or unwilling to continue walking, so they lay on the edge of the pit and aimed and shot.

This is not an attack at all, at best a group of soldiers who cannot disobey orders are saving themselves.

Flamar tried his best to maintain a very casual look, but his expression was extremely gloomy: "Third attack wave, forward." ”

The intensity of the artillery bombardment of the giants on the opposite side has become significantly weaker. Maybe they didn't want to waste the shells, or maybe they were running out of shells, but whatever the real situation was, it was good news for Flamal. This means that more soldiers can cross the battlefield and get into the effective range of muskets.

The all-powerful Lord has not sent down any blessings today, much less blessed His faithful followers. Yuan Kai adjusted the artillery strategy, allowing each artillery team to follow the guidance of the signalmen and observers to fire non-stop. This is mainly to reduce consumption, after all, this is far away from the dragon territory, and it is difficult to replenish all kinds of military supplies.

"Let the infantry get on!" Yuan Kai had a disdainful sneer on his face: "Let those white people taste great." ”

The second and third waves finally approached the giant's position under Flamal's expectant gaze. Just as he was anxiously thinking about how the giant would defend itself, there was a sudden burst of gunfire in the distance, and the Viking soldiers who were running at the front fell in pieces, all brushed like a huge invisible scythe, in the hands of the god of death, recklessly harvesting human life.

The Duke hurriedly raised his binoculars and tried to keep his eyes open in that direction.

He saw countless black holes sticking out of the muzzles of the guns at the level of the ground, and there were also black figures that were slightly higher on the ground, constantly shaking in the smoke screen, and it was difficult to distinguish them if you didn't look closely.

Those damn giants are hiding underground?

Vlamal didn't know what a "trench" was. According to his own understanding, he subconsciously thought that the giant had dug a shallow pit there, and lay on his stomach, using the ground above his head as a cover, until the Viking soldiers rushed through the artillery blockade and came closer, and then suddenly opened fire.

The Duke froze!

"This ...... What kind of tactic is this? He muttered to himself, a look of disbelief on his face.

Why lie on your stomach?

It seems that this is the most suitable position for shooting?

The smoke fills the air, and the image in the lens becomes blurry. Vlamar felt a myriad of thoughts flashing through his mind at this moment. He couldn't help but want to be clearer, and subconsciously raised his feet and took a few steps forward. It was completely unconscious, excited, shocked, horrified, terrified, and excited about the discovery of a treasure, all of which dominated his desperate need to explore the secrets of the northern giants.

The ground is rough and rough with dirt and stones. He only held the telescope and looked forward, but did not pay attention to his feet, and tripped over the stone, stumbling on the spot, and fell to his knees.

His mind was now full of tiredness, furious voices, and deep fear.

He felt the rocks and dirt shake beneath his feet, and the solid ground gained strength from the explosion. In the face of this force that is enough to destroy everything, he is just a poor little reptile.

"Give me a gun." Flamar did not stand up, his eyes widened and stared at the other side, as if he wanted to see through the thick smoke, and at the same time he roared desperately: "Get a gun, give it to me now!" ”

The adjutant and the attendants around him were stunned. It's not that they don't understand Flamal's screams, they just can't understand them for a while. After a while, the adjutant quickly ran to the front and asked with concern, "My lord, what's wrong with you?" ”