The northern fortress of the Ruman Empire, Vizi, is already in flames. ,!

After hundreds of thousands of Semitic troops rushed out of the Great Snow Mountain, they only took an extremely short rest under the city, and then began to launch a fierce attack on the city.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the army had been assembled, and from the north, east, and west, it began to advance towards the city of Viji.

Amid the hoarse roars of the officers, the soldiers rushed towards the city of Viji.

Orlandini has already issued a reward: the warrior who first ascends the city will be promoted to the third rank and the bounty will be 1,000.

At the command, the soldiers were all red-eyed and howled like wolf cubs.

Some of them held up their shields, some carried ladders, some pushed tall climbing carts, and some pushed heavy rushing carts...... There were even brave warriors with hooks and ropes, ready to climb the city walls with ropes.

Almost all of the siege equipment can be found in their white spoon queue - the Semitic commander, General Orlandini, is arrogant, but also a veteran of the battlefield. Before the siege, full preparations were made.

They spread like a tidal wave, slowly and irreversibly flooding the otherwise empty fields outside the city of Viji.

Looking at the hideous-looking and menacing demon soldiers outside the city, although the warriors in the city were also experienced in a hundred battles, they couldn't help but feel nervous in their hearts.

Immediately afterward, a loud roar was heard in the air.

They raised their heads one after another, looking towards the sky, only to see in the distance, several black dots appeared behind the demon camp, they flew into the air, and then quickly relaxed towards this side.

There was a burst of cheers from the demon army—those were the war fortresses of the undead who had arrived from the west.

They were also in a hurry, finally arriving before the battle.

Seeing the army attacking the city, those war fortresses did not pause at all, but went straight to the north gate of Weiji City.

They planned to take advantage of their superior firepower and concentrate their fire to bombard the city gates and open the way for the attacking soldiers in the rear.

In order to facilitate firing and improve the accuracy of the shelling, those war fortresses not only flew extremely low, but also narrowed the distance between the two sides as much as possible.

Through the intelligence, they already knew that on the northern front, there was no trace of the war fortress, so they were all extremely bold when they acted, even to the point of recklessness - the only weapon against the war fortress was the war fortress, and since there was no trace of the enemy in this area, they naturally had nothing to worry about.

The 5th Company of the 506th Regiment where Moore was located was defended by the city wall on the north gate. Therefore, the war fortresses on the opposite side can be seen clearly.

Even, through the window opposite, you can see the magic light flashing at the muzzle of the magic cannon before it is fired.

Seeing this, Moore and the soldiers around him were all frightened, and they all shouted loudly, and fell to the ground with their heads in their hands.

They all know it: the magic cannon is powerful and indestructible. Siege the city, invincible.

Seeing that they were about to be overwhelmed by the dark spells of the War Fortress, a familiar screech from Mor swept through the air above him.

Moore raised his head, and several blurred black shadows flashed in the air above him.

The sound of tearing through the air was sharp and long, even drowning out the shouts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield.

Moore was stunned for a moment, and with his instincts, he looked at the war fortress opposite.

In the row of undead war fortresses facing Viji City, two of the war fortresses suddenly burst into several brilliant sparks.

They were hit by artillery fire~!

Immediately afterwards, the pyramids of black sè spewed out flames from the inside out.

Because it was so close, Mohr, who was on the city wall, could clearly witness the black splinters splattered from the explosion of the undead war fortress.

The two undead war fortresses that had been hit shook in the air and began to roll on their sides almost simultaneously, falling to the ground.

One of them exploded violently from the inside, and the entire upper half of the pyramid suddenly exploded, and the remaining half of the wreckage burned and fell rapidly to the ground, slamming into the ground in a matter of seconds, splashing up dust and enveloping the wreckage of the war fortress.

Moore squatted behind the female wall, grabbed the edge of the female wall, popped out half of his head to look out, and saw that the war fortress of the undead clan was destroyed, and laughed excitedly.

He turned to look at another war fortress that had been hit by artillery, and saw that it was falling from the ground to the ground with a shaky stagger.

Moore stared at the falling fortress of war, and kept muttering: "Fall, fall......"

Unconsciously, all the soldiers in the city also stared at the blood-red eyes, and shouted in unison: "Fall, fall, fall quickly......"

Seeing that it was about to crash to the ground and fall into pieces, something unexpected happened. The fortress of war, hit by the artillery, staggered to a halt at a height of several meters above the ground, and began to struggle backwards.

A large piece of the top of the undead war fortress had been gnawed off, and the flying posture was ugly, turning nearly thirty degrees on its side, and it was trembling constantly, but it was still controllable.

"Damn~!" Moore was so angry that he clenched his fists and smashed the city wall, scolding: "Let it run away like this." ”

Before his words could fall, another scream flew across the walls.

The fortress of war, which was shaking and trying to escape, was instantly covered with dozens of shells.

I don't know how many cannons accurately hit the war fortress, and even the ground around it suddenly formed a sea of fire.

Continuous explosions lit up from the fortress of war.

Under heavy artillery fire, the war fortress of the undead was blown to pieces before it fell, and fist-sized black sè shards fell from the sky like a torrential rain.

The war fortresses of the other undead clans were all startled at this time, and they didn't care about shooting, so they turned around and fled.

When Moore saw it, he couldn't help laughing, and then waved his fist and shouted at the backs of those war fortresses: "Come on, come on, you're all you can do......?"

The voice was loud and unusually loud.

The soldiers who were shouting and cheering at the head of the city were all silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

They raised their voices one after another, shouting and provoking at the enemy on the opposite side. There are also those who take off their pants and demonstrate to pee on the place where they escaped.

For a time, the city was full of cheers, shouts, and shouts, and it was extremely chaotic.

In the fortress watchtower in the city of Weiji, the brigade commander of the Thunder God Artillery Brigade of the Flying Eagle Group, General Skope, put down his glasses, took a sharp puff of a cigar, and then spit out a puff of gray smoke, smiled like a victorious old fox, and said leisurely: "Who said that artillery can't defend itself." ”

The staff officers of a group of artillery brigades next to them grinned with their teeth and unusually swaying.

Air defense with artillery, this is a tactic that they have been exploring for a long time. Their artillery is not afraid of the enemy's soldiers, and the only thing to worry about is the war fortress of the undead.

After many experiments, the officers of the Thor Artillery Brigade came to the conclusion that the only way to deal with the war bastions was to lure them into close low-altitude range and use multiple guns to fire at a concentrated fire.

In the actual battle, the enemy was defeated by two rounds of artillery bombardment, and the results were brilliant.

"The position of the undead just now, that height, that distance, tsk~!" The chief of staff of the artillery brigade clasped his hands to his chest, shook his head and sighed: "It's so convenient." But ......"

As he spoke, the chief of staff sighed and said, "The enemy has to be on guard, and this opportunity will be difficult to have in the future." ”

General Skope waved his hand heroically and said, "It doesn't matter, the purpose of the battle has been achieved, and the enemy will not dare to approach the city wall after entering the war fortress." By the way, whoever is who, you go now, and add two downed symbols to our White Spoon military flag.

Lao Tzu wants them to know that not only the war fortress can fight the war fortress, but also the artillery of our Thor Brigade can fight~!

Also, send a telegram to headquarters requesting air support. The enemy will not give up. The best weapon against a war fortress is a war fortress. ”

He paused for a moment, looked in the direction of the enemy's escape, and muttered, "Grandma's, there are only a few." Capelle's kid picked up a big bargain for nothing. Tut-tut......"

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he hated to have a few more fortresses of war that he could not enter, and when the time came, it would be a little more trouble for him to let Capelle command Ney's lightning squadron come over.

The staff officers glanced at each other, and they all smiled bitterly: the boss of his family is really not a thing.

At this time, the Semitic soldiers who rushed forward were about to approach the barbed wire fence built outside the city of Viji, and the artillery inside the city immediately aimed at the infantry on the ground.

The artillerymen of the Thor Brigade were ordered not to skimp on shells and to open fire with all their might.

The first battle was won, and the artillerymen were as excited as if they had been beaten, reloading, aiming, and firing faster than the best results.

The firing parameters have been determined a long time ago, and the artillerymen only need to report the position, and the artillerymen can accurately bombard the shells.

The Semitic army that was slaughtering the city of Viji was bathed in rumbling artillery fire, and every second a dozen shells exploded in the dense crowd.

The Semitic were bombarded for the first time, and they were inexperienced, and as usual, they lined up in a dense charging formation, and every time the cannon went down, they could cut out a white ground in the dense soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, they were filled by the charging Semitic soldiers.

There were no bones left in the direct hit, and those within the killing radius were easily torn to pieces, and blood clots from stumps were thrown into the air.

Many of the Eastern Legionnaires on the city walls had not participated in the Battle of Prisca, and it was the first time that they had seen the lethal effect of artillery on dense groups.

Under the dense artillery fire, the infantry was killed in whole areas, and they did not even have a place to hide.

No matter how they run and hide, they will definitely die if they are hit by a shell.

The artillery fire formed a wall of fire on the path of their White Spoon charge, and anyone who came near the wall of fire was blown to pieces.

The sound of the shells exploding and the shock wave shook their heads and the ground was beating beneath their feet.

The Semitic soldiers felt like they were in hell at the moment, with flames everywhere, blood raining down, and severed limbs and broken arms smashing into the swarm like hailstones.

The soldiers' fear overpowered their courage, and they turned and fled backwards in fright.

Artillery was once crowned the god of war by Napoleon Nago himself. This name is not called for nothing. Its explosion can not only destroy the **, but its roar can also disintegrate the fighting spirit of the white spoon.

After charging for two minutes under the fire of the Thor Artillery Brigade, the advancing Semitic army finally collapsed.

The horns of retreat also sounded in the Semitic camp in the rear, and the Semitic soldiers rushed up like a tide, and after a few minutes they retreated like a tide.

To Orlandini's sorrow, they had not even touched the trenches beneath the city of Vizi.

After the Semitic army that covered the land was withdrawn, it left behind a battlefield ravaged by artillery fire.

Moore looked at the battlefield in front of him on the city wall, couldn't help but gasp, and said in a daze: "My God of Light~!"

The battlefield was like a slaughterhouse, covered with charred craters, some still emitting light smoke, and the yellow-brown dirt that had been turned out by the explosion sprinkled around the craters.

In the middle of the crater were countless mutilated corpses.

The rookie next to him widened his eyes, his lips trembled, and suddenly he let out a "uh" in his throat and spit it out on the city wall.

Mohr's stomach cramped, although he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, but his stomach instantly turned over, his throat and eyes itched, and he couldn't help but vomit on the city wall.

There was a burst of laughter from the side, and Youjin stepped forward and slapped Mohr on the back, teasing: "Yo, our white spoon warrior Mohr, when is it the same as a rookie, I can't stand this taste."

Lao Tzu and Parthia slashed against each other, and they picked out all the intestines with a knife, and the blood sprayed out......"

The soldier estimated that the gesture was disgusting, and the recruit's face turned white, and he just stood up and lay down on the city wall.

Moore looked up at him weakly, looking at these evil guys, he really didn't have the strength to go up and beat them, waved his hand and said, "Go away and go away, Lao Tzu was all killed by this rookie egg." ”

The firemen of the cooking squad carried a steaming vat along the city wall, and the cook picked up the horse spoon and slammed the iron bucket into the clatter, shouting: "It's time to start eating, and only when you eat well can you have the strength to fight." ”

The soldiers of the fifth company cheered and flocked to the iron buckets of the cooking class, and the figures of the fireheads were instantly submerged when they entered the group.

Moore skillfully snatched out a large piece of bread and a bowl of broth, sat cross-legged on the ground and was about to eat, when a veteran next to him shook the soup bowl in his hand, scooped out a slice of meat, and said, "Yo, Moore, come and see, this piece of meat is more than the scalp I cut off, and it still has blood." ”

The thought of that scene made More's stomach cramp again, and he glared at the veteran viciously, glanced at the soup in his hand with disgust, and threw it out of the city.

After the failure of the attack in the morning, the Semitic seemed to know that it was powerful. The whole group was huddled in the barracks.

Eight hundred thousand people gathered inside and outside the city, but the atmosphere was strangely very quiet, and both sides were silent, and they didn't even come forward to provoke.

But everyone knew that a more brutal battle was coming.

The time passed quickly, and the sun slowly sank behind the mountains in the west, and when the last rays of red glow had disappeared, night covered the land.

The autumn breeze on the October night was already cool, and the soldiers were wrapped in a thick blanket, with weapons in their arms, resting with their backs against the women's wall.

There was a loud snoring sound all around, some light and some heavy, some long and continuous, some short and high-pitched, some always in one tone, some but up and down, like melodious, forming a reverberant symphony.

Because it was his turn to be on duty for the night, Moore paced back and forth on the city walls, watching the movement under the walls.

A curfew of lights was imposed in and around the city, and the whole city was dark.

The camp of the Semites was the opposite of that of Ruman, the camp was lit up like stars, and the shadows could be faintly seen swaying by the fire.

"Damn demon paparazzi~!" Moore looked at the camp in the distance and kicked Qiang hard, if it weren't for them, he should have been drinking ale in Constantine City at this time, flirting with the hot maids in the bar, instead of blowing the cold wind here.

There was a sudden rustling sound in the cold wind, and Moore was stunned for a moment, and listened carefully with his ears sideways, yes, it was not the sound of the wind, but something moving.

"The demon clan is in~!" Mo Er quickly thought of this possibility in his heart, and suddenly became very nervous.

Without hesitation, Moore quickly reported his discovery to the company commander, and the company commander of the fifth company got up and threw his upper body out of the city wall to listen carefully, following the sound of the wind, as if there was some sound like nothing.

"You go wake everyone up," the company commander said and hurried away.

Moore woke up the sleeping soldiers one by one, all of them were on high alert, sleeping with one eye open, and they quickly got up from the ground and stared at the darkness.

"What's that?"

"What's the matter, the enemy is coming?"

Just as the soldiers of the fifth company were talking about the soldiers, a dazzling ball of light suddenly rose from behind them, illuminating the ground outside the city.

The ground was filled with shadowy figures of Semitic soldiers, bent over like cats, almost lying on the ground, cautiously touching the walls of Vizi.

A continuous and dull cannon sound suddenly sounded from behind Mohr, and dozens of points of light could be seen suddenly lit up in the city of Viji, and they were extinguished in an instant, which were the flames that erupted when the artillery fired.

A few seconds later, the battlefield outside the city was covered in an explosion, and the orange sè fire illuminated the battlefield, followed by the sound of the explosion throughout the city.

At the moment of the explosion of the artillery fire, the backs of the Semitic soldiers can be seen fleeing in panic.

The smell of gunpowder smoke was blown up by the night wind, and the smell was pungent and unpleasant.

However, the soldiers of Mohr liked the taste very much, and took a deep breath, because it was the taste of victory.

The artillery fire followed the fleeing footsteps of the Semitic soldiers, and the artillerymen of the Thor Artillery Brigade reluctantly stopped firing.

The night attack of the Semitic was easily repulsed.

More knew he should be able to get a good night's sleep tonight.

The next morning, Mohr was woken up by the cheers of the Semites from outside the city.

Hearing the shouts of "Hurray, hooray~!" erupted from the Semitic camp opposite, Moore tore off the blanket and a carp jumped up, stared at the camp in the north, and asked eagerly, "What happened?"

The soldiers of the five companies next to him all shook their heads with solemn expressions.

Although I don't know what's going on, the cheers of the Semitic people are definitely not a good thing for them to Ruman.

"Look at the sky~!" Youri yelled.

Moore looked up into the void and saw a group of dark shadows scurrying under the clouds of the western sky.

As they got closer, the soldiers on the ground could clearly recognize their jet-black pyramid shapes.

It is the war fortress of the demon race, and they are densely packed in the air, and the number is no less than fifty.

"I'm in trouble now~!"

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