Chapter 770: Chapter 127: Entwined Battle Clouds Chapter 770: Chapter 127: Entwined Battle Clouds Accompanied by the intense lody and the thunderous roar of artillery fire, the legions of the Ashen Empire gradually approached Collins’s city walls, and at this mont, this terrible beast finally fully bared its fangs.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
One after another, shells streak across the sky, falling into the positions of the Aisier United Army, igniting violent explosions in succession.
“Ah!”
“Watch out!”
“My arm! It’s numb!”
Soldiers wailed and scread; under the dense cover of firepower, they were often hit by flying shrapnel and engulfed by surging flas.
Officers waved their sabers, shouting: “Counterattack them! Damn it, what are your cannons for?”
Once a stronghold of Thrace, Aisier also acquired advanced cannons from the Ashen Empire and had their own Artillery Corps. Duke Walter believed they could mount so asure of counterfire.
But quickly, the officers realized they had made a massive mistake. There is a disparity even between in cannons.
Allied Soldiers fumbled to take out shells, stuffing them into cannon barrels and frantically aiming at the distant Ashen Legion.
From the muzzle burst forth flas and thick smoke rose; the shells too traced beautiful arcs in the air but fell powerlessly in front of the Tank Legion, exploding into holes on the barren ground.
They were out of range!
Seeing the counterattack ineffective, the Military Governor roared with rage, while the soldiers of the Allied Artillery Corps hastily loaded more shells…
Just then, a Human Soldier lifted his head, a look of despair on his face—his pupils reflected the dense, overwhelming barrage of shells.
“Oh Amanata above…”
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the sky was ablaze with artillery fire, and rain-like shells poured down on the Allied artillery positions, with fire and smoke soaring into the sky, enveloping the entire position in a sea of flas.
And the thousands of heavy cannons that Duke Walter had placed great hope in, now turned into scrap tal, yet the gold coins they spent were genuinely consud by the Ashen Empire to produce more shells and firearms.
In the artillery position of the Ashen Legion, Big Headed Ogre, the commander of the Artillery Corps and a brigadier general, was peering through binoculars, squinting at the distant inferno.
—That was the artillery position of the Allied Forces.
“Tsk tsk, stupid Southerners, utterly ridiculous. They’ve exposed the location of their artillery position so easily.”
Years have passed, and these fools still fail to grasp the model of new-era warfare, it seems giving them better weapons is a waste; they deserve to dispose of our trash,” the ogre shook his head, uttering disdainfully.
He put down his binoculars and smugly pulled out an “Emperor” brand cigarette and put it in his mouth.
“Let help you, sir,” a Half-Dragon guard hurriedly ca over, eager to help, breathing out a fla to light his cigarette.
Because the arms sold by the Ashen Empire to the South were all old stock that had been piling up for a long ti.
With the Departnt of Technology of the Ashen Empire rapidly climbing the tech tree, the cannons in the hands of the Allied Forces were at least one era behind the Empire, whether in terms of range, precision, or power, they were ruthlessly crushed by the heavy artillery of the Ashen Legion.
And just now, Big Head had easily spotted the artillery position of the Allied Forces—they didn’t even have the sense to conceal it.
Right after that, Big Head mobilized hundreds of cannons to launch a fierce bombardnt on the Allied positions, a carpet bombing, imdiately turning those old cannons into real scrap tal.
“Cunning Imperials…”
Walter watched the artillery position turn into a sea of flas, grinding his teeth and furrowing his brows in anger.
After the recent bombing, he realized—the Three Great Kingdoms had all been duped by the cunning Imperial rchants!
What they sold were not new weapons but obsolete junk that had long been phased out! And the gold coins spent on weapons turned into artillery shells used by the Ashen Empire for their invasion!
Thousands of cannons roared in unison, countless shells tore through the sky, rich gunpowder smoke obscured the heavens, and rampant explosions continued to occur within the Allied Forces’ positions. Before even engaging the enemy, the Allied side suffered nurous casualties.
Fortunately, such circumstances did not last too long.
Above the clouds, Balachiel slowly raised the Lightning Blade in his hand, issuing orders to his Heavenly Legion: “In the na of Heavenly Mountain, protect our allies—”
His voice, like thunder, booming and forceful, every word weighty.
Imdiately, golden Giants bellowed deep war cries, materializing at the forefront of the clouds.
These heavily armored giants were encased in tal from head to toe, one arm a spear-like blade and the other a massive shield.
—They are Stalwart Shield Envoys, the solid foundation of the Heavenly Legion, bearing wave after wave of devils and demons without complaint, resisting fatal attacks from far stronger foes.
Now, the Stalwart Shield Envoys raised their massive shields, shoulder to shoulder, forming a dense steel wall in the sky. A vast Light Shield, stretching thousands of kiloters, unfolded, intercepting almost all shells falling towards the Allied positions.
Ti and again, violent explosions pumled the sturdy wall, causing the Stalwart Shield Envoys to tremble, but not one retreated, silently bearing the assaults.
The beautiful Trumpet Envoys flapped their pristine Feathers, blew their silver trumpets in slender hands, and the lodious sound echoed over the Allied positions, healing the wounded.
The Arcane Legion silently chanted Spells, accompanied by strong energy fluctuations and the sparkles twinkling around, dazzling rays of light were bestowed upon the bodies of the Allied Soldiers.
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