Chapter 61： veteran

"You can't go out of the city to a decisive battle! The opponent has advanced so far day and night, and he must have something to rely on. At this time, he will venture to attack the opponent. If the opponent wins, there may be follow-up troops. If we lose, we will lose Volavo." Above his head, looking at the black golden eagle king flag on the far plain, the old general Frankie pressed his long sword to comfort his subordinates who were seeking war.

His voice is very kind, as if possessing magical powers. After hearing his analysis, the officers who were ready to fight to the death against the enemy in the city, all pressed their minds to fight for credit.

"Let our people hurry up and rest. The other party may not launch an attack immediately, but we must be prepared for defense. The wall can't make any business trips!" Frankie is experienced and is a battlefield-tested veteran general.

Looking worriedly at the stationary enemies in the distance, he had to add to his men again: "If the opponent is in range, use the long-range catapults behind the wall to repel them."

Frankie had a great view of the overall situation. He knew that the Ailan Hill troops under the city could not last. They wanted to take Volavor in one stammer, which was actually the best proof that they wanted to enter the city to avoid the subsequent field battles.

Therefore, as a front-line commander, what he has to do is not to destroy the enemy and gain credit. What he has to do is to prevent the enemy from accomplishing his campaign goals, even if the division wins.

As long as the opponent can't attack for a long time, the follow-up reinforcements of the Arante Empire will definitely increase, and the opponent will only have the option of retreating at that time. If the Holy Demon Empire participates in the war, the situation will be even more favorable for the Arante Empire. Frankie knows very well that no mortal is the opponent of the Dragon Knights of the Holy Demon Empire.

So, the situation now looks very tricky and complicated, but in the eyes of the old general Frankie, the simplicity actually makes him feel a bit boring. Any effort by a mortal monarch to break the distribution of power is ultimately futile.

Even Zorn, who was arrogant, arranged for a messenger to go to the border of the Holy Demon Empire before the Southward War and handed in a document about the Southward Dothan Empire War. It was clearly written on it, as long as the demands of the area north of the Dothan River.

"Boom!" Just when Frankie felt a little bored, the Ailan Hill phalanx in the distance showed their trump cards, and a shell pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound and landed on Walla. The inner city of Wocheng.

The shell hit a house, directly smashed the roof tiles of that house, and then exploded in the house, tearing down two roof walls. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding houses began to collapse in response to the shaking, making a low and depressing rumbling sound.

"That's...what?" His eyes widened and looked at the row of houses that were collapsing in the distance behind him, with heavy smoke. Frankie's calm voice was trembling, and he asked his adjutant in disbelief subconsciously. Tao.

The adjutant who was also too shocked to speak, did not have the mind to answer Frankie's question at this time. He looked at the house that was collapsing as the smoke spread, and his ear was still the explosion that made him unforgettable. .

"Boom!" The shock of the two people was not over yet, the second shell hit the wall of Wallavo, and the explosion caused the entire wall to crack, but the thick wall still stubbornly did not fall.

It's just that the soldiers on the wall have turned pale after being frightened by two consecutive huge explosions. They are not afraid of the enemy rushing to their feet, because they have too many ways to compete with the siege enemy.

But now, everything placed in front of them has transcended their cognition. Now they know nothing about what is happening, and the fear brought about by ignorance is the real fear deep in the bones.

"Boom!" It was like the bell of the doomsday, and the explosion sounded endlessly. The third explosion also occurred in the urban area, and another innocent building collapsed and billowing black smoke appeared.

Frankie had adjusted from the shock at this time. He knew that the tactics he thought were foolproof now seemed to have completely failed. The wall, which was almost impossible to break, seemed to be vulnerable to a blow in the eyes of the opponent.

"Could it be said that the Holy Demon Empire has fallen to Ailan Hill? Could it be said that the greedy Lord Ai Lanhill is willing to use more feed to feed the demons of the Holy Demon Empire?" In the smoke, Frankie stared at the black king flag in the distance and sighed bitterly.

"Stick your ground! No retreat is allowed! We are the warriors of Arrant! To us, death is like going home!" He suddenly shouted to all the soldiers in front of him, and the morale boosting voice exploded. A long distance drifted out of the gap.

"Boom!" Only a few seconds later, more fierce artillery fire completely suppressed the shouts from above Wallavo City. The Ailan Hill troops under the city assembled 40 cannons. The power of a salvo was fundamentally powerful. It is not something that a mortal body can contend with.

"Boom!" After another round of volleys against the city wall was finished, Volavo's thick city wall finally broke and collapsed in the sound of the explosion. The crenels tumbled and fell to the bottom of the city. The soldiers on the walls and their bodies were buried in the dust and rubble as they collapsed.

Seeing that there had been a gap in his wall, Frankie knew that this defensive battle was destined to become difficult. But he didn't regret the choice of refusing the other party to persuade him to surrender before. He knew that sometimes soldiers had to face the worst results calmly.

A towering catapult was torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion, and countless wooden brackets collapsed and shattered. The soldiers under these catapults had long been messed up, and the huge wooden crowbar smashed into another sling next to it. There was a creaking noise in the car.

After three rounds of shelling, the city of Wallavo was already an apocalyptic scene. This is also the first time after Ailan Hill started to go south, he used such a brutal attack to occupy a large city.

"My lord, the other party didn't surround us, let's retreat east!" Frankie's adjutant face was already covered with smoke and dust, and he took Frankie's arm and persuaded loudly.

There is no way, after a few rounds of shelling, the voices of everyone on the battlefield will become extremely loud, because they have become accustomed to the deafening environment, and their ears have long since become less sensitive.

The armor on this adjutant was no longer glamorous, and some blood stains could even be seen on it. The enemy was still miles away, and as a result the defenders on the wall had suffered heavy losses.

The explosion just now caused them to lose hundreds of people, and hundreds of people were slightly injured. If it were not for the protection of armor, the losses of these soldiers might be greater. The most important thing is not the loss of these soldiers, but the fortifications of Wallavo, which have almost been completely destroyed.

"Chang!" Frankie drew the saber from his waist, pushed away the adjutant who was holding his arm, and loudly ordered: "Reserve! Follow me to the collapsed city wall! Line up! Prepare to fight! The enemy should be right away. It will rush over! There is not much time left for us!"

The officers following him also drew out their sabers. This old general is very popular in Wallavo, so at this critical moment, there are more people willing to stand up and support this already. Old general.

On the distant hillside, Modeller was riding on horseback and lowered the telescope in his hand. He turned his head to look at his adjutant, and ordered: "Let the first battalion prepare to charge! I will only give them 15 minutes to capture the gap and attack the city wall!"

The adjutant immediately replied with his chin held high: "Yes!"

"The second order!" He did not wait for the adjutant to leave, followed by giving the second order, and then let the other party to convey his order: "The second battalion is ready for battle! When the first battalion completes its mission, I need them Immediately expand the results and sweep all the defenders on the wall!"

As his orders were communicated to the troops, one infantry phalanx began to resurrect from the stand-by state. Unlike the previous battalion and an infantry phalanx, the infantry battalions are no longer piled together, and the infantry company is the frontal phalanx combat unit.

There are about 50 people in each row of these long new phalanxes, and there are only three rows in total. This arrangement allows soldiers to effectively use the firepower of their weapons and pour bullets onto the enemy's head more quickly.

"Upper bayonet!" The platoon leaders next to each other held their chins up and gave orders to their soldiers. All the soldiers stepped sideways and pulled out the long triangular army thorn from their waists, and hung them neatly on their rifles.

The bright bayonet was shining in the sun, and all the soldiers held up their muzzle as if they were holding a spear, so the bayonet immediately formed a sharp thorn forest on their heads.

With the neat pace, these squares began to wriggle forward a little bit. Their steps are neat, and the mass-produced high-quality military boots can make a dull sound when they step on the soil.

"Cunning Ailan Hill! We were deceived!" Earlier I heard about Ailan Hill's offering of red cannons, and Frankie also heard of the powerful red cannons. But what he didn't expect was that, compared with those exquisite descriptions, the boundless power of the red cannons could not be more than one ten thousandth of the weapons of Ailan Hill in front of them.

"But! As long as you dare to post it! I'll let you know what cruel war is!" The old general stubbornly held a long sword and stood behind the densely packed Arante Empire soldiers. Behind him, the green King of Arante still struggled stubbornly in the black smoke.