Meanwhile, Lightning, Wendy, Maisie, and Hummingbird are performing the final blow before the overall attack.
Since the main guns of the battleships are all solid bullets, the damage to the combatants and defensive facilities at the top of the city wall is not ideal. Therefore, their goal is to destroy the enemy's defense line at the city head, kill the enemy's active force as much as possible, and make a general attack. Create a safe passage.
This is also the first time that a hydrogen balloon has been put into actual combat.
Compared with the thousands of miles attack five months ago, the take-off was right by the canal, and almost everyone witnessed the lift-off of this behemoth - in Roland's plan, the unimpeded hydrogen balloon can be used as a place in this era. The use of short-range bombers, coupled with the logistical support of the entire fleet, is completely the original version of the aircraft carrier battle mode.
The soldiers of the First Army on the pier burst into enthusiastic cheers. They all know that no enemy can stop the blow from the sky, and their wise and benevolent lord will surely win this war.
After a while, the hydrogen balloon floated over the capital, and the towering capital shrunk to the size of a palm. Lightning pulled down the windshield and made a gesture to Wendy to drop a bomb. The latter clicked and flipped the switch.
A bomb broke off its support and fell to the ground.
Unlike the previous air raid, this time Anna did not go with the ship, but instead was replaced by a hummingbird. Under the continuous influence of her magic power, the four bombs hanging in the air will only weigh 20% of their usual weight as long as they are not out of contact. This enchantment method is a new method she has learned while her magic power control ability has become more and more sophisticated. If it is maintained for a very short time, the weight of multiple contact objects can be changed at the same time, and the mana consumption can be indirectly reduced.
Lightning easily caught up to the bomb, guiding it towards the catapult on the side of the city gate.
When she fell into the air, the little girl saw the frightened eyes of the knights on the wall. They raised their crossbows and muskets to shoot at the sky, trying to shoot themselves down, but she knew that it was a matter of hitting a bird that was flying freely in the air. What a difficult thing, not to mention that most weapons simply can't reach the height of her escape.
The bomb hit the trebuchet. With a loud noise, a crimson fireball suddenly lit up and swelled rapidly. The surrounding crowd didn't have time to avoid it, and they were swallowed by the flames in the blink of an eye. Violent air waves swept through everything on the city wall, and the boiling oil pan was overturned to the ground, which soon ignited the fire. Then the flames flowed with the hot oil, igniting the bags stacked aside. The sound of explosions sounded one after another, shattering everything around them. There were flames and thick smoke everywhere. The knights who were preparing to fight the moment before fled, and many people lost their way in the thick smoke and fell directly. The city wall; some people were struggling in the sea of fire, rolling on the ground trying to put out the flames on their bodies.
The city head has now become a purgatory on earth.
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"Their defense line has collapsed," Sylvie's expression revealed a trace of unbearableness as he looked at the thick smoke billowing walls of the royal capital.
"This group of people deserved what they deserved," Nightingale said with a blank expression. "If it was us who failed, they would only intensify."
"Anyway, someone has to pay the price for this dispute, it's not the enemy, it's us," Roland pretended to be relaxed, then waved to the iron axe behind him, "Blow the horn and take this city."
He didn't want to lament the cruelty of war or remember the value of peace at such a time. This is a struggle for power, a battle for survival, and a collision between ideas and classes. When a backward class is replaced, it never exits the stage in obscurity, but always needs a lot of blood to die.
He prefers that the blood comes from the enemy.
"Fight for you, Your Highness!" The latter gave a neat military salute and left the ship.
Soon, the horn of the general attack resounded over the dock area.
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As a member of the Fourth Commando, Nail's goal is to capture the palace gates.
After entering the inner city, the team's speed suddenly slowed down. Here, they encountered a strong counterattack from the enemy.
"Iger is injured, take him down quickly!"
"Damn, what about the field gun?"
"They were blocked by a pile of debris and had to go around!"
"Prepare for firepower, these monsters are rushing up again!"
Nail slapped his cheek fiercely, filled the bullet into the bullet nest, and handed it to the teammate in front. A burst of gunshots rang out, and the madman who rushed in the front was beaten thousands of times and fell to the ground spraying blood. , the abdomen and other parts were hit, and the remaining speed was still unabated.
These people are not militias. Nails felt numb in their hands and feet, and they all wore half-armor or chainmail, and they were well-armed, from longswords to crossbows—a kind of equipment that only the King's Guard would have heard the well-informed Jon say. It's a pity that this insight failed to save him to the end. Just before the previous charge against the enemy, he was stabbed in the neck by a crossbow arrow shot diagonally.
May he persist until Miss Angel arrives.
"Retreat, the fourth team retreats!"
"The three squads are ready for firepower!"
Veterans no longer care about saving bullets and shooting accurately. Empty the bullet nest in one breath, then retreat to the rear to shorten the gap between fire suppression. The five commandos took cover alternately along the street. Since the flintlock gun was replaced by a revolver rifle, it was the first time that Nails saw the switching method of firing.
But the enemies they encountered were not attacking from the front alone.
A team of maddened people suddenly jumped out of the houses on the street. Before most of them could turn their guns, they had already rushed into the formation.
The screams and curses sounded suddenly, and Nails watched helplessly as the teammate standing in front of him was slashed in half by a sword with a red-eyed guard, and blood splattered on his face. Although the enemy was quickly killed by other teammates, the person in front of him was obviously Miss Angel and could not be saved.
"Where are those bastard artillerymen?"
"Help me! Ah... my feet!"
"Keep firing, don't stop!"
Hearing the captain screaming with all his might, Nail gritted his teeth, wiped the blood on the bullet nest with his sleeve, picked up the long gun that fell on the ground, loaded it, and aimed it at an enemy who was fighting with several teammates. Pull the trigger.
Despite his fears, his training in the past kept reminding him that when facing a powerful enemy, he could only survive if he tightly embraced the team and exerted his collective strength!
At this moment, Nail heard the high voice of the support troops behind him, "The artillery battalion is in trouble on East Street, Lord Brian sent us to support you!"
"Whoever you are, come up to me quickly!" the captain shouted without looking back.
Two two-wheeled carts were pulled onto the street by the reinforcements, and the weapons on the carts were the Mark 1 heavy machine guns. After fixing the firing position, the machine gun spit out a long tongue of fire at the Berserk Army who launched a new wave of charges.