Okaglar Battle (II)

However, behind the kingdom's army lines, Marshal Dolo, watching the players launching a reckless charge in the distance, sneered and calmly gave the order:

"Artillery fire."

"Those ignorant fools."

The kingdom's army has now fully absorbed Napoleon's ideas, and its main tactics can be summarized in one sentence. "First bombard with artillery, then let the cavalry charge, and finally let the infantry finish off the enemy."

Upon receiving the order, the artillery corps Da Tou shouted, "Aim at the enemy on the other side and blow them to bits!"

Immediately, the Ogre who had received mathematical education began to calculate the parabola and, using their tall and strong bodies as gun mounts, constantly adjusted the angle, while some veteran artillerymen even relied on their intuition.

Three or four Ogre jointly controlled a giant cannon. They were well-trained and appeared quite composed, without any disorder.

The dark muzzle was surrounded by carvings resembling the gaping maw of a giant dragon, making it appear even more majestic and solemn.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

As Da Tou raised the battle flag, he let out a mighty roar.

The massive cannons roared like thunder, their sound echoing throughout the entire Okaglar Snowfield.

The Dragon Roar Cannon, the culmination of years of research by the Armory of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom, a fusion of Magical Craft and industrial machinery, finally made its first appearance on the Anzeta Great Wasteland.

One after another, the metallic shells, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, traced graceful arcs through the air.

A piercing shriek echoed through the sky.

The Teutonic Knight, who had rushed up excitedly and were about to cross the bridge, looked up and stared in disbelief at the cannonballs, each larger than a person, that were about to fall from the sky.

He was silent for a moment before finally uttering two words: "Holy shit."

"You call this—medieval warfare?"

However, before he could finish speaking, a black cannonball landed beside him and exploded with a terrifying roar, blasting the Teutonic Knight dozens of meters away.

Blood and shrapnel splattered everywhere, and his mangled flesh almost flew to the other side, barely managing to fulfill his wish.

The poor Teutonic Knight died before they could even begin their campaign, never having experienced medieval warfare before being killed by cannonballs falling from the sky.

"So the Trisolarans are beating up the cavemen, right?"

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Why do they have cannons on the other side?!"

"I'm reporting the Kingdom of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom for cheating!"

"The other team has cheaters, how can we play like this? I'm going to defect!"

The players in the allied forces were scattered and screamed in agony, with almost every shell causing more than a dozen casualties.

The players' charge seemed utterly ridiculous under the kingdom's relentless bombardment.

"By the gods!"

"What exactly is this thing?"

How could they possess such weapons? Is this divine punishment?

Within the allied forces' ranks, the soldiers were buzzing with discussion, their faces filled with fear.

Huge craters appeared on the ground. The baptism of artillery fire turned this once flat snowfield into a scarred landscape. War had never changed the environment so violently, and to ordinary soldiers who had never seen the world, and even some minor nobles, it was like Divine Punishment.

Grand Duke Leo stood solemnly, leaning on his sword.

"I know that kind of thing, artillery."

"Yes, but their power has become even more terrifying."

Trischka responded with considerable concern.

"But we are not without ways to deal with it."

The shelling continued, the rain of shells penetrating deeper and deeper into the enemy lines, causing numerous Allied casualties. If the Ogre giant artillerymen had properly calibrated their artillery, these shells, each weighing hundreds of pounds, would have inflicted massive casualties on the densely packed Allied positions.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Beast Cavalry and Red Scale Conqueror of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom launched their charge under the cover of artillery fire, beginning their crossing of the great river and preparing to assault the alliance's lines.

Bridges span the river.

Under the command of the high-ranking Asmo, Celestial Being ascended into the sky. The Angel of Justice raised their silver swords and created a shimmering barrier above the Alliance's army, which actually withstood the terrible cannonballs. Golden ripples appeared in the air.

They even launched a counterattack. The Aasimar flapped their wings, and feathers carrying divine power flew to the other side, piercing the monster's evil heart.

"Do not be afraid!"

"Remember, we are on the side of justice!"

"Those monsters are nothing but bluffing; they're all show and no substance!"

Trischka rode his horse through the ranks of soldiers, shouting loudly.

The Celestial Legion's miraculous actions greatly boosted the morale of the Alliance forces, rekindling hope in the hearts of the soldiers.

Wyvern and Chimera roared and spewed forth torrents of fire as they flew toward the Allied positions on the other side of the river, where they clashed with various Celestial Being in the sky. The red and white torrents merged, and the sky was completely transformed into a chaotic battlefield.

In terms of numbers, the Wyvern and Chimera with their chaotic wings covering half the sky undoubtedly have an absolute advantage, but these Celestial Being from Mount Paradise have been born under the glory of the gods since childhood, and their individual strength is even more terrifying.

Steamed Bun and Wyvern Noodles roared in unison, attempting to launch Dragon Roar Charge to bombard the Allied forces on the ground—a tactic that had proven effective time and again.

"Noodles!"

However, just as he began his dive and before he reached attack height, arrows imbued with tracking magic soared into the air, riddling him with holes, while glowing feathers attacked from all directions.

"Oh no, my plane is going to crash!"

What can I say?

The steamed Steamed Bun, covered in porcupine-like quills, roared to the sky before crashing to the ground with the Wyvern, its screen going black and entering the resurrection interface.

As the Steamed Bun fell, a familiar, sped-up version of "See You Again" suddenly started playing. Although it seemed like a tired trope, it was still a decent piece of video material.

"Steamed Bun, out!"

"The Red Scale Conqueror was traveling with me shouted excitedly."

The Ancestor Returning Wyvern spewed out scorching flames, burning a Aasimar to a crisp.

However, the next moment, the Cloud Giant's fist slammed down from behind, and the silver sword of the Herald of Justice pierced through its hot, still beating heart.

"Aww—"

The piercing wails echoed through the sky, but this was only one corner of the aerial battlefield.

Accompanied by dazzling magical light, blood, mangled bodies, shattered corpses, and charred feathers rained down from the sky, occasionally hitting unfortunate mortals on the ground. This incredibly brutal aerial battle terrified the ordinary soldiers on the ground, making them tremble with fear.

However, their war had only just begun.

The Ogre Shieldbearer and Terrestrial Dragon Beast cavalry have advanced to the other side of the river. Their heavy shields and armor have withstood the tidal wave of arrows, making the kingdom's lines like a moving steel wall, steadily advancing and unbreakable.

When the Alliance soldiers faced this monster, they were like mortals standing in front of a mountain, easily crushed into mincemeat.

"Evil scoundrel!"

"I am your unbreakable shield! I am the wall of justice and order!"

Fortunately, the tall, heavily armored Steadfast Shield Envoy stepped forward and came to the front line, using his giant shield, which shone with holy light, to desperately hold back the advance of the kingdom's army.

"Boom!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing and the heavy thuds could be heard.

The Armor Guardian wielded their giant swords, each over four meters long, and actually cleaved through the Ogre's massive shield, slicing through its thick skin covered in dragon scales, and felling the Ogre behind it with a single blow.

"Ah--"

The enormous Ogre roared and crashed to the ground.

In wars of this scale, human lives are as worthless as grass; death can happen anytime, anywhere; corpses pile up in trenches; and blood stains the white snowfields red.