Meanwhile, Lightning, Wendy, Maisie, and Hummingbird are executing the final blow before the general attack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since the main guns of the battleships fired solid bullets, the damage to the combatants and defenses at the top of the city wall was not ideal, so their goal was to destroy the enemy's defense line at the head of the city, kill and injure the enemy's living forces as much as possible, and open up a safe passage for the general attack.

This is also the first time that a hydrogen balloon has been put into actual combat.

Compared to the thousand-mile raid five months ago, the take-off was by the canal, and almost everyone witnessed the rise of this behemoth - in Roland's plan, the unhindered hydrogen balloon could be used as a short-range bomber in this era, and with the entire fleet providing logistical support, it was completely the original version of the aircraft carrier combat mode.

The soldiers of the First Army on the docks erupted in enthusiastic cheers, knowing that no enemy could stop the blow from the sky, and their wise and benevolent lord would surely win this war.

In a short time, the hydrogen balloon floated over the royal capital, and the majestic capital shrank to the size of a palm, and lightning pulled down the windproof glasses and made a gesture to Wendy to throw a bomb, who nodded and pulled the mechanism.

A bomb broke away from the bracket and fell to the ground.

Unlike the previous air raids, this time Anna did not accompany the ship, but replaced with a hummingbird. Under the continued influence of her magic, the four bombs hanging from the bomb weighed only half of the usual weight as long as they did not disengage - this enchantment method was a new method she had learned as her magic control skills became more and more sophisticated, and if the effect was maintained for a very short time, the weight of multiple objects in contact could be changed at the same time, and the mana consumption could be indirectly reduced.

Lightning easily caught up with the bomb, directing it towards the trebuchet on the side of the gate.

As she fell into the air, the little girl saw the frightened eyes of the knights on the wall, and they raised their crossbows and muskets and shot them into the air, trying to shoot themselves down, but she knew how difficult it was to hit a bird flying freely in the air, not to mention that most weapons could not reach the height from which she had escaped.

The bomb slammed straight into the trebuchet, and with a loud bang, a red fireball suddenly lit up and quickly expanded, and the surrounding crowd had no time to dodge, and was engulfed in flames in the blink of an eye. A violent wave of air swept through everything on the city walls, and the boiling oil pot was overturned to the ground, and soon ignited a fire. The flames then flowed with the hot oil, igniting the explosive packets that had been piled aside. Explosions rang out one after another, shattering everything around them, and there were flames and smoke everywhere, and the knights who had been preparing for battle a moment ago scattered in an instant, many of them lost their way in the smoke and rolled straight down the city walls, while others struggled in the flames, rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

The city has now become a purgatory on earth.

......

"Their defenses have collapsed," Sylvie looked at the smoke-filled walls of the royal capital, and there was a hint of unbearability in his expression.

"These people deserve it," said Nightingale with a blank face, "and if it is we who fail, they will only get worse." ”

"Either way, someone has to pay for this strife, it's not the enemy, it's us," Roland said pretending to be light-hearted, then waving his hand at the iron axe behind him, "Blow the horn and take the city." ”

He didn't want to lament the cruelty of war at such a time, or to remember the preciousness of peace, which was a struggle for power, a battle for survival, and a collision of ideas and classes. When a backward class is replaced, it never retreats from the stage in obscurity, and it always needs a lot of blood to die for it.

He preferred that the blood would come from the enemy.

"Fight for you, Your Highness!" the latter gave a clean military salute and departed the ship.

Soon, the horn of the general attack sounded over the docklands.

......

As a member of the Fourth Commando, Nails' goal is to capture the palace gates.

Entering the inner city, the speed of the march slowed down abruptly, and here they were met with a powerful counterattack from the enemy.

"Egger is injured, carry him down!"

"Damn, what about the field artillery?"

"They were blocked by a pile of debris and had to go around!"

"Prepare your fire, these monsters are rushing up again!"

The nail slapped himself on the cheek and filled the bullet into the nest and handed it to his teammate in front of him. A row of guns rang out, and the mad man who rushed to the front was beaten to a thousand holes, spurting blood and falling to the ground, but the people behind followed closely and pounced on the assault team as if they were not killed, even if they were hit in the arm, abdomen and other parts, they still did not lose their speed.

These people are not militias. The nails felt their hands and feet tingle, and they were all dressed in half-body armor or chain mail, and they were well armed, ranging from swords to crossbows—and the knowledgeable Jon had heard him say that only the King's Guards would be equipped with such complete equipment. Unfortunately, this insight did not save him to the end, and during an earlier charge against the enemy, he was pierced in the neck by a crossbow bolt fired diagonally.

May he hold out until Miss Angel arrives.

"Retreat, the fourth team retreats!"

"Three squads ready for firepower!"

The veterans no longer care about saving bullets and shooting accurately. Empty the bomb nest in one breath, and then retreat to the rear to shorten the gap of fire suppression. Five assault teams alternated cover along the street, and for the first time since the flintlock rifle was replaced with a revolving rifle, the nail had seen a change of platoon of firing methods.

But the enemy they encountered was not attacking from the front alone.

A detachment of madmen suddenly jumped out of the houses on the side of the street, and most of them had already rushed into the formation before they could turn their guns.

Screams and curses rang out, and Nail watched as his teammate standing in front of him was split in half with a sword from a red-eyed guard, spilling blood on his face. Although the enemy was quickly killed by the other teammates, it was clear that the person in front of him was Miss Angel and could not be saved.

"Those bastard artillerymen, where the hell are they?"

"Help me!...... My feet!"

"Keep firing and don't stop!"

Hearing the captain's hissing shout, Nail gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the nest with his sleeve, picked up the spear that had fallen to the ground, loaded it, aimed it at an enemy who was tangled with several teammates, and pulled the trigger.

Despite his fears, his past training reminded him that when facing a strong enemy, he could only survive if he was tightly held with the team and exerted his collective strength!

At this moment, Nail heard the shouts of 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!" shouted the captain without looking back.

Two two-wheeled carts were pulled into the street by reinforcements, carrying weapons such as Mark 1 heavy machine guns. After securing the firing position, the machine gun aimed at the berserkers who launched a new wave of charge, and spat out long tongues of fire. (To be continued.) )