Chapter 326 -249 Okaglar Battle (II)
However, at the rear of the Kingdom Army formation, Marshal Dolores looked at the players charging recklessly into the fray and sneered, giving a faint command:
“Bombard them.”
“Fools who don’t know their place.”
The Kingdom Army had now fully absorbed Napoleon’s strategies. The primary tactic could be summed up simply: “First bombard with cannons, then charge with cavalry, and finally let the infantry mop up.”
Artillery Corps Commander Bighead, after receiving the order, shouted loudly: “Aim at the enemies on the other side, blow them to bits!”
Immediately, the ogres who had undergone mathematical education began calculating parabolas, using their towering and robust bodies as cannon platforms, constantly adjusting the angles, while some seasoned artillerymen relied directly on their intuition.
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Two or three ogres operated a giant cannon together. Well-trained, they remained composed and orderly.
Around the dark muzzle of the cannon were carvings resembling the gaping maw of a dragon, adding to its imposing and majestic presence.
“Fire!”
“Fire at will!”
As Bighead raised the battle flag and roared.
The giant cannons thundered like roaring storms, shaking the entire Okaglar snowfield.
The fruits of years of research by the Ashen Kingdom’s Ordnance Department—the Dragon’s Roar Cannons, a fusion of magic craftsmanship and industrial mechanics, were finally showing their might on the Anzeta Great Wilderness for the first time.
Shells, shimmering with metallic luster and weighing hundreds of pounds each, traced beautiful arcs in the sky.
The shrill whistling sound pierced the sky.
The Teutonic Knight, excitedly charging onto the bridge, raised his head, staring in astonishment at the shells descending from above, each larger than a person.
He remained silent for a moment before muttering:
“Damn.”
“You call this medieval warfare?”
Yet before he finished speaking, a black shell landed beside him, erupting with a terrifying explosion that blasted the Teutonic Knight several meters away.
Blood and shrapnel splattered. His shredded flesh almost reached the other side, fulfilling his wish, albeit scarcely.
The poor Teutonic Knight perished, never having experienced medieval warfare, killed by an aerial bombardment.
“Trisolarans brutally beating primitives, right?”
“What the hell is this?”
“Since when do they have cannons?”
“I report the Ashen Kingdom for cheating!”
“They are using hacks! How are we supposed to play this? I’m defecting!”
The players in the Allied Forces camp were scattered by the bombardment, wailing miserably. Almost every shell caused dozens of casualties.
And under the relentless bombardment of the Kingdom’s artillery, the players’ charge seemed laughable.
“Gods above!”
“What is that weapon?”
“How did they come by such weapons? Is this divine punishment?”
In the Allied Forces’ formation, the soldiers discussed in fear.
One giant crater after another appeared on the ground, the artillery fire leaving the formerly flat snowfield in ruins. The transformation of the environment had never been so fierce, and to the ordinary soldiers, even some minor nobles who had never seen such sights, it appeared to be divine retribution.
Duke Leo stood solemnly, hand on his sword.
“I recognize that weapon, the cannon.”
“Indeed, but their power has become more frightening.” Trischka responded worriedly.
“But we do have ways to counter it.”
The bombardment continued, with shells raining down, even reaching deep into the formation, causing considerable Allied Forces casualties. If the ogre artillerymen succeeded in calibration, these hundreds of pounds of shells would undoubtedly cause enormous losses to the densely packed Allied Forces.
And under the cover of artillery fire, the Drake Riders and Red Scale Conquerors of the Ashen Kingdom launched their charge, crossing the river and preparing to hit the Allied Forces’ lines.
Bridges spanned the river.
Under the command of the esteemed Asmo, numerous Heavenly Creatures ascended into the sky. The Justice Angels raised their Silver Swords, casting Translucent Barriers that miraculously blocked the terrifying shells, with golden ripples appearing in the sky.
They even counterattacked, as the Roc Feather Angels flapped their wings, sending sacred feathers flying towards the enemies, piercing the hearts of the vile monsters.
“Do not fear!”
“Remember, we are on the side of justice!”
“Those monsters are just bluffing, mere facades!”
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Trischka rode through the formation, shouting loudly.
The miraculous acts of the Heavenly Legion rekindled hope within the Allied Forces, boosting the soldiers’ morale.
Bipedal Wyverns and Chimeras roared, spewing torrents of fire towards the Allied Forces on the opposite shore. They engaged various Heavenly Creatures in aerial combat, a chaotic battlefield where the red and white torrents intermingled.
In terms of numbers, the swarming Bipedal Wyverns and Chimeras, with their wings covering half the sky, undoubtedly had the advantage. However, these creatures from Heavenly Mountain, born under the Gods’ radiance, possessed terrifying individual strength.
Mantou and the Wyvern Noodle roared in unison, attempting to launch a Dragon’s Roar Charge, aiming for airstrikes on the Allied Forces below, a move they had employed countless times.
“Noodle!”
Yet just as they began their dive, before reaching the attack altitude, arrows imbued with Tracking Magic shot up, riddling them with holes. Glowing feathers attacked from all directions.
“Damn, I’m going down!”
“What can I say?”
Mantou, bristling like a porcupine, let out a long anguished howl, then plummeted to the ground with the Wyvern, blacking out to the respawn screen.
With Mantou’s fall, a familiar accelerated version of “See You Again” suddenly played, despite its cliched use, providing decent video material.
“Mantou, out!”
The accompanying Red Scale Conqueror shouted excitedly.
The Ancestral Bipedal Wyvern spewed scorching flames, reducing a Roc Feather Angel to cinders.
Yet the next moment, a Cloud Giant’s fist smashed down from behind, and the Justice Envoy’s Silver Sword pierced its hot, still-beating heart.
“Aargh—”
The harrowing wail echoed through the clouds, but this was only a corner of the aerial battlefield.
Amidst the brilliant Magical Aura, blood, remains, shattered bodies, and charred feathers constantly fell from the sky, occasionally landing on unfortunate mortals below. The brutal aerial combat left ordinary soldiers on the ground trembling with fear.
However, their warfare had only just begun.
Ogre Shield Bearers and Underground Dragon Cavalry had already pushed across the river, their massive shields and armor withstanding the torrential rain of arrows, making the Kingdom’s formation seem like an unyielding moving wall of steel.
The Allied soldiers facing these monsters were like mere mortals in front of a mountain, easily crushed into pulp.
“Evil scum!”
“I am your unbreakable Shield! The wall of justice and order!”
Fortunately, the towering, armored Stalwart Shield Envoy stepped forward to the frontline, his giant shield radiating holy light. He struggled to hold back the Kingdom’s advancing forces.
“Boom!”
The harsh sound of metal clashing, followed by a heavy thud.
The Armored Guards wielded great swords over four meters long, managing to cleave through the ogres’ giant shields, slicing through their dragon-scaled thick skin, downing the Ogre Shield Bearers with a single swing.
“Aargh—”
The massive ogre roared and fell with a crash.
In warfare of this magnitude, mortal life was as insignificant as grass, with death occurring constantly, bodies piling in the trenches, and blood staining the white snowfield red.