Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 103: Difficult battle
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Only the first wave of the siege lasted for nearly one morning. After thousands of soldiers of the Third Corps had paid more than 2,000 casualties, they approached the 300-meter range of Otis.
This is only the battle between the west gate and the north gate. The situation at the east gate and the south gate initiated by the Lion Army is more intense and changeable.
In the Lion Legion under Prince Kensell, there are no trump cards and miscellaneous cards, almost all of them are trump cards.
Also, nearly 10,000 Lion Corps soldiers were sent by Prince Kensell as the vanguard. The more elite Lion Corps soldiers did not do much better than the Eagle Corps.
It may be that the king of Charlo is standing at the south gate, and the magic cannon on this gate has not ceased fire since the beginning. Every time the beam of light that represents death passes through, it can always suppress a wave of offensive trends.
Prince Kensell, who was watching the front line from a distance, squeezed his palms. Prince Kensell really had nothing to do with this kind of Charlow's ace. Faustin's military power is indeed stronger than Charlo, but his magical power has always been in the middle. Not to mention the magic cannon, it is ordinary magic equipment, and it is also an extremely expensive item in Faustin.
"It's a pity that several top powerhouses have been restricted from shooting." Prince Kensell said in a low voice, "Otherwise, forming a few sharp knife teams can do it." In addition to the magic cannon, Otis City There are too many trebuchets and other equipment, which makes Faustin feel that they are not fighting people, but are struggling with a bunch of military equipment.
So far, Faustine's side has been killed by thousands, but they have not even reached the gates of Charlo, and Charlo's loss will be almost zero. Only a few unlucky ones were shot by arrows shot up from under the city.
Although the battle loss ratio between the two sides is extremely disparity, neither Prince Kensell nor the Marquis Mammon on the other side are in a hurry.
As long as the leading troops can stand up, the subsequent soldiers will avoid most long-range attacks as soon as they get on.
There are many discerning people on the battlefield, especially spies from various countries. Many people have discovered that Faustine’s side has suffered heavy losses at this time, but as long as they are close to the Charlowe Wall, the situation will be unpredictably reversed.
Charlotte has a lot of capable people, not to mention others, the Marquis Philip has already stood before his king at this time: "Your Majesty, please withdraw!" said Marquis Philip neither humble nor humble.
However, King Charles, who had a fire in his heart, didn't want to follow the advice of Marquis Philip. Just now, a maid asked him to retreat to the palace, but he ignored it. He wanted to watch Charlo's sons resist the Faustans with his own eyes.
"Send your majesty back to the palace!" Marquis Philip didn't stop talking nonsense, directly shouted, and ordered the attendants around the king.
A whole team of the Guards of the Charlowe Kingdom appeared, and several servants looked like civil servants, dragging the king's arm and pulling down into the city.
"Do you dare?!" King Charlo yelled and was dragged down by the attendant. "I'm going to remove your military minister!" The king shouted further and further.
Although King Charles is not a great talent, he can be regarded as a great king. But now the two countries are at war, and the king who has no power to bind the chicken is standing here, and can do nothing except to inspire some momentum.
If the king is shot by Faustin's arrow, it will be a big problem. I am afraid that the Shirelo soldiers guarding the city will collapse in an instant.
Besides, what the Marquis de Philip could not stand for was that the magical troop would vent its shells like crazy without money. The magic crystal shells, to be honest, most of them were accumulated bit by bit by the Marquis of Philip. This marquis was not good at military affairs, and it did not mean that the marquis did not understand military at all.
It is said that shopping malls are like battlefields, and the famous "God of Wealth" who is in all countries has a part of his own understanding of war. Now that he has just started his head, the most finalized magic cannon has been used, and the reserve of shells is declining at a visible rate. This is extremely abnormal.
He wanted to remind the magical troop to save some ammunition several times, but every time he reached his mouth, he swallowed it.
Without him, because His Majesty saw the magical force showing great power, he danced with joy. This more exciting magical force fired frantically on Faustan soldiers under the city.
Philip was the Minister of Military Affairs of Charlo at this time. Charlow's system is very strange. Although the king is by his side, the military affairs are all in charge by the Minister of Military Affairs. Even the king can't speak.
Of course, this kind of situation is rare, no one will be idle, rebelling against the king's orders.
This time it was Marquis Philip who really couldn't stand it anymore. Anyway, now there is only one city left. Since the Marquis Philip has stayed in the city, he must do something.
As Charlowe’s "Three Pillars", when the other two Marquis sacrificed their lives for the country, it is impossible to say that Marquis Philip had no idea. Everyone is bloody. The Marquis Philip didn't want to be exhumed from the grave by the survivors of Charlo after he died.
"The frequency of the Magic Cannon is reduced!" Marquis Philip began to give orders at the city gate.
"All the kerosene is shipped, ready to go!"
"Where are Omo and Rolling Stone, hurry up! Let the militiamen move quickly."
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Except for the Marquis of Philip, some young nobles who have aspirations to serve the country in Charlotte, all walked to the head of the city and ordered the defense of the city.
Most of the upper-class aristocrats hid in the palace with His Majesty the King, and now they are the powerful young aristocrats who are very powerful.
At the moment when the magical cannon on the head of Otis city weakened, the Marquis of Mammen and Prince Kensell discovered the situation for the first time.
"My dear, I finally know that I saved it!" The corner of Marquis Mamen's mouth drew an arc.
"Let the remaining soldiers of the 3rd Corps press on!" Marquis Mammen ordered a herald next to him.
"The Fourth Corps is ready!" The order is being issued methodically.
Each corps is equipped with several corresponding magicians, so most of the command transmission on the battlefield at this time is based on magic. Every order issued will reach the front line in a very fast speed.
Sure enough, the army that belonged to Faustan changed at this time, except that another wave of soldiers rushed to the city of Otis, and at least one regiment of soldiers was separated, ready to follow.
Prince Kensell is also there. The soldiers of the Lion Army are far better than the Eagles. Regardless of miscellaneous cards or trump cards, almost every wave of offense is full offense.
If it weren't for the fact that Shire Luo placed enough magic cannons on the south gate and east gate, and released the highest frequency, then his side of defense would become more difficult.
The remaining soldiers of the Third Corps have also rushed up. A total of 10,000 soldiers of the Third Corps of the Eagle Corps were scattered outside the two northwest gates of the city of Otis in just one morning.
The war has become fierce. With the Faustan soldiers close to the city wall, the archers belonging to Faustan can also exert their abilities. In addition, more and more siege tools are attacking. Has reached the head of Otis City.
After all, the space that the Iron Armored Guards can protect is limited, and they cannot cover everything, and the casualties of Charlo's defenders also began to occur.
Gradually, some of Faustan's soldiers have arrived under the city wall, the ladder is already in place, and some impatient soldiers have begun to climb the city wall.
"Where are you going? Come on!" shouted the non-commissioned sergeant Charlotte on the wall.
Faustin's soldiers are still climbing the ladder and waiting under the city wall, under some kerosene, but suffering from the Faustin soldiers who have not had time to climb to the top of the city. The fire is hot, let alone being doused, even if the oil drops stick to the skin, it can cause a big blister.
In an instant, the screams on the ladder and under the city wall became a piece of screams. Numerous Faustin soldiers were scalded by fire oil and even their skins fell off, revealing the vague flesh and blood and the white bones. It is unseen.
This is not over yet. After seeing all the kerosene poured down, the young aristocratic generals on the city wall next to Shirelo gave orders, and some half of his body leaned out of the tower, yelling, "Put the rocket, Some oil!"
Following the commander's order, Charlo's defenders lit the pruning branches one after another, and for a while, rockets shot all over the wall.
As the kerosene sticked to the fire, as the rocket fell, the border town suddenly turned into a sea of flames, followed by a screaming scream.
Those Faustin soldiers who were not affected by the fire oil or burnt tightly were in a sea of flames. They were burnt with fire, screaming again and again, and their screams were so terrible that Charlotte on the wall Everyone felt creepy, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burnt flesh.
Most of the Charlowites on the wall are recruits and militias organized in the city. It is the first time that many people have seen such a miserable scene.
Staring at the changing walls of the city wall, the Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensell, their expressions stand still. As if the soldiers who were dying and wounded were insignificant.
The Charlowes on the wall still panic. It is not the soldiers of the Faustin Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion who fought bravely, but this is just a group of recruits. Human fear is contagious, and many of Charlotte's veterans have become panicked in this atmosphere.
"Fourth Corps! Go!"
"Second Corps! Go!" The Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensell, who were on the edge of the war, immediately gave orders to continue the attack.
Along with Faustan's side, two more regiments of soldiers, a total of more than 20,000 troops, were put into the **** battle on the city of Otis, which became more anxious.
The sun was setting, and it was afternoon before I knew it.
The clouds in the sky have mostly dispersed, and a blood-red sunset shot down. Tonight is destined to be a night of killing.
The siege continues. For Faustin soldiers, the battle is day and night.
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