Fight like Kilkenny cats.

The term is not uncommon on the battlefield, especially after Charlemagne's institutionalized and normalized suicide attacks and suicide weapons, the pathological phenomenon of "special attacks" has long become a part of the daily life on the battlefield. From the sky to the ground, all kinds of "meat bullets" are blooming the flower of death all the time.

But as with anything that comes out on an anomalous scale, it can have a sensory impact. The word "all perish" no longer appears in the form of individuals or abstract concepts, but in the form of thousands of lives and the destruction of huge buildings. Shivers and chills were immediately accompanied by an understanding of the current situation that swept over the soldiers on both sides of the battle line.

Fortress to fortress, cannon to cannon.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for a blood.

In this way, the confrontation between you and me continues, and you will only end up together. It is not difficult for a soldier with a modicum of common sense to foresee this development, and to use the main gun cautiously in an effort to avoid such a crazy act that cannot be called combat at all—at least Lieutenant General Camp did have this idea at this time, and the strong psychological impact forced the hard-line commander to be cautious, and for a moment even wanted to maintain the status quo of confrontation.

The problem is that, instead of the idea of stopping, his opponent continues to push forward with this stupid battle, ignoring the losses.

"Full speed on both sides!''Condor Beak' Hurry up and reload! Aim at the position that was exposed just now, and give me a fierce bang!"

Marshal Vauban clapped the armrest and shouted, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the monster cannon in the optical interface.

"Destroy the monster before it can fire!"

Amid hysterical urgings, the magicians sped up their work. As Marshal Vauban said, it was the perfect time to destroy the super-cannon, which had been hidden not only because of the bombardment just now, but also in a state of unpreparedness without killing the opponent.

There was no fleet to protect the sky overhead, no shells that could be fired immediately, and they were open to the enemy and said "Come and blast me away".

Such an opportunity must not be missed, and perhaps the next second the cannon will fire again.

The condor, flying in the sky, fluttered its scorching wings and swooped down at full speed on the open cannon.

"The enemy fortress began to accelerate and rushed towards the battery!"

"The enemy fortress cannon has detected a high-energy reaction and confirmed that it is ready to fire, and the target is Thor's hammer!"

"Leave them alone! Speed up your preparations and don't stop!"

The commander's awe-inspiring voice suppressed the fear in the hearts of the operators, and Lieutenant General Camp showed a sneer and dropped a contemptuous comment as he continued to approach the Condor City in the picture, which did not care about damage and danger at all.

"Idiot!"

Immersed in the thrill of being about to drink the wine of victory, the City of Condor did not know the caustic evaluation of its opponents, and even if they did, they would neither take it seriously nor have time to think about it.

"Beak of the Condor, ready to complete!"

The operator looked up and reported, looking at the young face, Marshal Vauban was a little emotional for a while, and there was a trace of trance.

At last this point, the bloody war, in which too much blood was shed and almost all the sludge trenches were filled with corpses, was finally about to usher in a decisive turn. The undead who ascended to Valhalla may find some solace in their sacrifices......

Exclamation and sadness were but a momentary chemical reaction, and the coldness and fanaticism returned to the white-haired old man again.

"Fire!"

The raised hand swung into the distance, like a knight swinging his sword and severing the head of his enemy. The old marshal did not have a longsword in his hand, but with orders and gestures, a huge torrent of energy replaced the longsword and rushed into the distance to harvest life.

The ballical lightning ballistic with a light mass and high muzzle velocity is similar to a straight laser, and in order to hit a target in a low and medium position, the fortress has to be adjusted to a forward tilt position in order to allow the muzzle to gain sufficient pitch angle. Interestingly, when the city of Condor, which looks like a mushroom in this firing pose, looks like a hammer from a distance, and the ball lightning is fired, so that the overall image is quite close to the name of its nemesis - Thor's hammer. Coincidentally, after deploying the buffer fixture and entering the launch state, the Hammer of Thor resembles a large bird squatting on the ground and spreading its wings. I don't know who encroached on whose rights on both sides, and who stole whose version.

Cold killing machines don't bother with human beings, they only perform their assigned functions until the target is destroyed, or they themselves are destroyed.

The blue-white ball of light also ignored the many shocks, fears, cheers, hatreds, and fanaticism, and it faithfully pounced on its target along the set trajectory, and then, being bounced away—

Objects moving at speeds of five kilometers per second do not leave a complete image on the retina of the naked eye, and those who are slower will not even have time to figure out what is happening. However, because of its own light, the ball lightning will leave a glowing afterimage in the eyes of onlookers. With the help of this phenomenon, everyone could clearly see the straight ribbon of light extending from the City of Condor heading straight towards Thor's hammer, hitting a golden polygonal light curtain before reaching its target, and bouncing off the curtain and flying towards the distant sky.

"Stupid humans. ”

Looking at the enemy fortress, Lieutenant General Camp said coldly:

"Do you think we're going to leave our weaknesses alone?"

Thor's hammer is indeed very powerful, and coupled with the perfect protection facilities and systems around it, it can be called one of the most powerful strategic weapons in the world today. However, the firing boundary must be cleared before it can be fired, and a 15-minute preparation period must elapse after a single fire before it can be fired again. This 15-minute defensive vacuum is the Achilles heel that Thor's hammer can't get around anyway.

This is something that even the enemy, who has been in a mess in the intelligence war, is aware of, and it is even more unlikely that the defense forces will miss it.

The Defence Force's solution is to compensate for the Mjolnir's defenses by equipping it with two MA (Mobile Fortresses) equipped with the Wall of Sighs and high-output engines. In the face of the strong defense of the "Wall of Sighs", the spatial phase-displacement defense system, whether it is the enemy's attack or the storm generated when the hammer of Thor fires, it can withstand it. As long as these two strongest shields continue to function, Mjolnir is the perfect weapon to be invulnerable.

"Eins (number 1) is in good condition and the output is within the allowable range. ”

Artimia Zwa (Zei, number 2) continues to standby. ”

"The MA team withdrew from the ray and continued to maintain a vigilant posture. ”

The operator's broadcast is accompanied by the action of two mechanical machines painted in mountain camouflage in the picture, with a total height of 78 meters and a width of 75 meters, and the body that resembles a winged insect has a wing-like heat sink retracted, one left and one right, and retreats to the sides to make way for the giant cannon behind it.

"Fire!"

The muzzle of the cannon once again erupted with a vengeful fury, and after correcting the elements according to the parameters of the previous bombardment, the black sphere erupted on the top of the Condor City, and a huge hole appeared on the top of the mushroom-shaped fortress, and everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked.

Although the battle was still on the way, everyone had already seen the end - fortress against fortress, cannon against cannon, even if the attack power was equal, if only one side was damaged unilaterally, no one would doubt that the bloody beast would eventually fall. Looking at the damaged fortress overhead, Charlemagne's soldiers showed confused and sad expressions, and cheers rang out one after another in the entrenches of the defense forces.

The die is cast.

All onlookers thought so, and the beast, which had been battered in succession and died like a candle in the wind, had no consciousness to retreat or sit idly by. No, to be precise, the beast had already come to its senses, but it was not willing to end there. Even if defeat is an inevitable fate, it will have to pay a high price for its opponents who want to take its life.

"Full speed ahead!"

"Your Excellency?!"

Neville's voice was almost screaming, and looking at the expressionless old marshal, he mustered up the courage to shout:

"We've ......"

"We haven't failed yet!!"

The old marshal's fierce gaze forced the rest of the words back into Nivelle's stomach, and the staff officer, who almost thought he was going to be eaten raw, couldn't help but take a step back.

"The enemy is there, the monster cannon is there, are you going to let it go and flee without a fight?!!!

"But, Your Excellency, the Beak of the Condor cannot inflict fatal wounds on the enemy battery, and even the City of the Condor will not be able to hold it if it continues to shoot like this. Without the city of Condor, the kingdom will continue to lose blood under the enemy's cannons, and we will lose!"

"It doesn't matter! The enemy cannot hold on indefinitely! As long as we can fire a single shell at the enemy at the last moment, it will be our victory!"

Nivelle shut his mouth in the face of the commander who had fallen into complete madness, and at this moment he finally understood that under the mask of Vauban "god of war", the heart of a father had been broken, and what prevented his heart from being completely shattered was only loyalty to the crown prince and his country, and a strong hatred of the enemy. The marshal, who had a broad vision, became extremely narrow-minded under the dual effects of age and spirit, and he only had that fort in his eyes.

This is no longer a matter of strategy or tactics, it is just a battle of personal vendetta between old people who have lost their children, a crazy fight with one more punch.

The Defence Forces did not know what was going on, they only knew that the enemy on the other side was approaching, and if they were not defeated, they would have no way to survive.

"Launch!"

"Fire!"

Parsifal's "incomparably stupid" cannon fire continued back and forth, and the city of Condor, which had been damaged unilaterally, was in ruins after 3 hours. The passages and facilities that were like the internal organs and blood vessels of the fortress were exposed from the spherical holes, and the heavenly crystals that spilled from time to time were the blood flowing from the fortress.

The current Condor City can only maintain the function of floating and the main cannon of the fortress, and can no longer be immune to conventional shells, and the air fleet that goes around the rear of the fortress and spreads a horizontal formation accelerates the death of the Condor City with a ferocious salvo, and as the cannonballs explode on the outer wall of the fortress one after another, the Condor City, which has been soaring in the sky, finally begins to reduce its altitude little by little.

Victory is already only a matter of time.

- Everyone is convinced of this.

There was only one person, looking up at the sky, and his lazy face whispered:

"Here we are. ”

This sentence, which seems to have been awaited for a long time, kicked off the second act of the Iserlohn Fort Raider.