"The first bombing mission, successfully executed. ”

The message from the communication circle was read out loud by the staff, and everyone else in the underground command post cheered lowly, and Sodrore's expression did not fluctuate much, he just waved his hand and said, "Wait for the follow-up reconnaissance report of the falcon." ”

When the battle began, everyone obeyed the rules and stayed in this underground bunker. After all, this is not an ordinary level of battle, so even if Sodrore wants to go out to see the enemy's condition at this moment, he must suppress the excitement in his heart and wait for news.

In fact, even if he goes out now, he can't see anything substantial. The city of Enrique, two kilometers away, was just a mound at this distance, and the pit viper crusade in the other direction was similar, like a moving psoriasis on the green field, and after being bombed, only black mushroom clouds could be seen, and no casualties could be seen from here.

However, the results of the Falcon's reconnaissance were soon reported, and when he heard the news that more than half of the Viper Cross had died and the rest had withdrawn, Sodrore finally clenched his hands and exhaled secretly.

At this time, he could not suppress his excitement after all, because the situation of Enrique City was also reported at the same time: the entire northern part of the city wall collapsed more than 200 meters, and most of the main force was affected by the shelling, suffering heavy casualties, and at this moment it was in the stage of all-out treatment.

"How long is the artillery battery cooldown?"

Sodrore glanced at the magic clock next to him, and the staff immediately reported: "Commander, fifteen minutes are enough!"

After six shelling in a row, the metal barrel had to be cooled and dissipated to ensure its service life. The name of the "Battery" position was worthy of its name at this moment - hundreds of heavy artillery pieces were fired in unison, and the sound was even more terrifying than a storm of thunder and lightning.

And at this moment, the soldier Bucky glanced back at the artillery position behind him, in the field of vision, the artillerymen next to the giant cannon were watering the cannon tube to cool down, the water vapor evaporated by the hot metal continued to rise, the heat distorted the air, those soldiers were soaked one by one, but no one dared to slack off, and the soldiers who exchanged buckets were trotting all the way, as if the water was more important than gold.

The steam was about to be blown away by the "wind of magic" cast by the mages, ten mages standing in a row, raising their staffs, causing a constant cycle of strong winds to blow between the artillery positions. More than 200 soldiers in the rear are constantly carrying the hedron shells to be used in the next round of shelling to the trucks.

Bucky buried his head back in the trenches, feeling that the infantry company had suddenly become the most idle branch of the war. In the previous battle, the soldiers were still advancing with weapons in hand, and even rushed into the town or city to face the enemy, but now, everyone listened to the roar of the huge cannon behind them for twenty minutes, and now they didn't even have the order to advance...

"Bucky, what do you say is wrong with the enemy?"

Private West, who was next to him, asked.

"Who knows, it's been bombed... Didn't everyone who stood in front of the artillery company end up like this?"

He whispered back, holding the Elond Plus Sword in his hand in a silent daze - it had only been half a month since the war began, but he already felt that he had become a "veteran". When there are no orders, I feel more and more like a machine that can't think, and when I'm here on call, my heart doesn't even beat faster...

"Report to the company commander! The first artillery team has cooled down!"

"Three shifts!

"Class six!

The roar of the artillery company was heard, and Bucky glanced at his comrades beside him, silently put down his sword, and then reached under his helmet with his hands, and blocked his ears hard.

"Adjusted!

"Approve the fire—"

"Ready... Put!"

A series of loud roars rang out, and even as his ears were blocked, Bucky felt the earth and his head vibrate together. The power of these artillery fires is too terrifying, but in the sound of artillery fire, there is only one question left in his heart: this... Is it really still a war of reciprocity?

Charles II didn't know the thoughts of an ordinary soldier a few kilometers away, but his state of mind at the moment could indeed answer the other party's question.

The war is over.

That was his only thought.

The artillery fire that lasted for twenty minutes directly blew up all the main forces he had hoarded in the north of the city into minced meat, and then the precise bombardment of the cavalry teams at the city gates on both sides, countless war horses fell in the corridors of the city, and the cavalry who had no time to dodge suffered heavy losses, no matter how they boasted of their martial arts on weekdays, how they boasted about how strong the armor was... At this moment, the result in front of the hedron cannonball is the same.

Many people hid in the stone building, and as a result, a shell fell outside, and as a result, the people inside the stone house were directly shocked to death. This result made people's hearts despair - the only thing that was fortunate was that after the twenty-minute shelling, everything was calm again.

And all that echoed in the ears of Charles II were cries and wails.

The survivors scrambled to their feet, and then struggled to find their comrades under the rubble and rubble. However, most of what can be exhumed are mutilated corpses.

Quiao didn't know where to go, Charles II himself was wearing silver armor, his eyes were dull walking on this street, when he saw a piece of intestines pulled out of the debris by a man next to him, he finally couldn't hold back, and held on to the half-section of the earthen wall next to him and vomited:

"Uhh

The men of the guards were dead, or the nobles, mages, and soldiers who had been preparing for action near the walls had disappeared under fire. So there was no one to follow the monarch anymore. The frightened-looking servants did not know Charles II, they were more worried about their own lives, and many of them were running towards the center of the inner city - because in this artillery attack, only the central position of the city did not fall any shells.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Someone next to him suddenly spoke, Charles II turned his head to look over, and found that it was a young man in his twenties, and the other party was wearing armor that did not fit well, which seemed to be passed down from his ancestors. Judging by the epaulettes, the other side should have been just a knight. But at this time, Charles II didn't care what the other party's identity was, and he immediately said: "What's your name?"

"My name is Jeremy, and I'm a knight of Paxson's Domain!

Paxson is not far from the imperial city, which shows that the other party is indeed his "subordinate" - Charles II came back from his stunned state, straightened his throat, and ordered: "Okay, Jeremy, I now promote you to captain of the royal guard, I need you to immediately recruit a team of ten people to ensure my safety." ”

The knight was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "This is my honor, Your Majesty!"

He immediately turned and shouted loudly through the ruins, as if he were gathering his followers. It didn't take long for four or five disgraced men to come together, and Jeremy told them to come with weapons to guard His Majesty's safety, and then he found that there were no more combat-ready soldiers around, so he said hello to Charles II, intending to go to the center of the city to gather more people.

"Your Majesty, I'll be back soon!"

The knight trotted away from view, and Charles II saw that there were several people beside him, regardless of their strength, and his heart was finally a little more settled than before. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Come with me and go to the inner city together!"

Charles II also felt that the inner city should be safe, so he also decided to follow the trajectory of Jeremy's departure. Looking up at Jeremy, who was trotting seventy or eighty meters away, he had just taken two steps when he heard a sudden whistling sound in the sky...

"That's not right..."

His face changed drastically, and he was about to speed up his escape to the inner city, when he found that a large number of cannonballs had been poured into the buildings in front of him!

"Boom!"

In the explosion, the oncoming impact directly knocked the monarch out, and the rubble hit his face, making Charles II unable to open his eyes in pain. When he regained control of his body, all the soldiers around him who had just gathered were lying on the ground, struggling to get up.

Turning his head, he saw that a soldier who had just stood beside him was lying upright next to him, his head was cut in half by a stone, and the blood was flowing down in a hurry, and the blurred sight of flesh and blood made Charles II almost vomit again.

He gritted his teeth and sat up, and was shocked to find that the streets and buildings in front of him had all collapsed and destroyed in the explosion, and his vision was much wider than before, but the place where Jeremy had just run had become a large circular crater...

The fire was burning, but no one got up to put out the fire. Under such shelling, the people hiding in the building were either shocked to death or crushed to death, and there was no other end.

Charles II gritted his teeth and stood up, looking down to find that the armor was full of scratches and pits made by stones. But he was lucky not to have many wounds. He wanted to speak, but felt like his mouth was full of dirt. Spit out twice, and then dragged up the shocked soldier next to him: "Don't go to the inner city, go to the north city wall first..."

Looking from here, the walls of the inner city had been blasted out of a gap, and he now realized that the other party had not bombarded the inner city before, not because the range was not enough, but because he deliberately aimed at the places where there were many people in the outer city. Thinking about it from another angle, the northern city wall, which has already been hit, should be a safer location at the moment...

His left thigh hurt from the stone, so he drew his ornate saber and used it as a crutch to carry forward. The only four remaining guards supported each other and followed on both sides, and the group took five steps before the next round of shells hit again, but this time the shells landed more on the south side of the city, and the nearest landing point was a hundred meters away from Charles II.

By this time, Charles II, who was walking, had no fear - his heart had entered a state of "resignation to fate", and even expected the bombs to be stacked directly under his feet...

If you die directly, you don't have to face the current ending of losing everything...

(End of chapter)