At this ti, sending troops out of the camp to fill the road is just offering live targets.
Compared to the Magic Crystal Cannon, the accuracy of these crossbow arrows is much higher.
To prevent enemy artillery, our camp density is much higher than usual.
The enemy’s artillery fire seems fierce, but its actual lethality depends on luck.
Better to remain still than to move; no matter what, let’s delay until after dark!"
Marshal Kent replied anxiously.
He knew that this answer could not satisfy the Demonic Crocodile King or the high-ranking mbers of the clan.
Everyone wanted imdiate asures to launch targeted retaliation against the enemy.
As a seasoned general on the battlefield, Marshal Kent knew that the more critical the mont, the less they should act rashly.
Continuing this passive artillery battle might cause heavy casualties, but forcing an all-out fight now would be falling into the enemy’s trap.
With the slightest mishap, it would be a total rout.
Referring to the tragic state of the Giant Centipede, Marshal Kent truly dared not gamble on this probability.
"Marshal, we must consider the morale of the troops.
The performance of the artillery is unsatisfactory; we must counterattack in other ways.
Otherwise, even if we drag it to nightti, the exhausted soldiers will not have the strength for a decisive battle with the enemy."
The Demonic Crocodile King said as calmly as possible.
At this critical mont, he chose to trust Marshal Kent’s judgnt, but the real problem had to be solved.
"Your Majesty, rest assured.
From the enemy’s attacks, the Magic Crystal Cannon is not invincible either.
The energy shells falling into pit traps greatly reduce the damage caused by explosions.
As long as the soldiers dig more pits in the camp, the enemy’s artillery attacks will definitely be significantly weakened!"
Marshal Kent feigned calmness as he spoke.
He wasn’t certain if digging pits would be bulletproof, but getting the soldiers moving was better than letting everyone live in fear.
It would be best if it was effective; even if it couldn’t stop bullets, it could serve as psychological comfort.
"Good!
In that case, Marshal, you give the order!"
The Demonic Crocodile King nodded and said.
If he couldn’t handle it, he’d leave it to the capable Demonic Crocodiles. The specific effects would be known after implentation.
...
Amidst the roaring artillery fire, the Allied Forces officers and soldiers were anxiously awaiting the enemy’s counterattack.
However, the anticipated decisive battle did not occur; instead, they saw a scene of dust flying in the air.
The flying dust even obscured the artillery’s vision, making it impossible to aim at a specific target, forcing them to lock onto directions based on the sound of the enemy’s Magic Crystal Cannon.
Upon seeing this scene, the Allied Forces generals all frowned deeply.
The enemy was clearly more difficult than they anticipated, using billowing dust to obstruct vision, which was a significant innovation to reduce their own casualty rate.
As a Sanctuary Powerhouse, Hudson could see more clearly that not only did the enemy soldiers not leave the camp, but they were also digging within the camp.
Fortunately, the enemies were digging pits, not trenches, or else he would have thought they were in the sa trade.
Although they hadn’t managed to solve the problem in one go, coming up with a counterasure quickly still proved the other side’s commander’s capability.
"Pass the order: reduce the number of Magic Crystal Cannons firing by four-fifths each round and have them rest in shifts!"
Realizing that shelling couldn’t break the enemy’s defenses, Hudson decisively ordered.
When the Magic Crystal Cannon fires, it’s worth thousands of gold!
Continuing to bombard at this rate would hurt even a kingdom economically.
The Black Forest Kingdom was no longer the wealthy powerhouse it used to be, and this impoverished ally’s finances could no longer afford such expenditures, so he had to help them save money.
No matter how much they saved, the artillery couldn’t stop firing.
If the enemy wanted to dig pits to withstand artillery strikes, then let them dig to their heart’s content.
After rushing all night, then digging pits all day, even if it dragged on until evening, the enemy would lose their ability to attack.
By then, no matter whether the enemy agreed or not, they would have to rest at night. With such ti adjustnts, the two armies’ rest tis would align.
Although artillery shelling couldn’t force the exhausted enemy into a decisive battle, erasing the enemy’s night-fighting advantage was a significant gain.
...
Seeing the weakening of artillery fire from the Human Race’s camp, the high-ranking mbers of the Demonic Crocodile Clan all breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the response plan worked, that was enough; the worst fear was that if the plan failed, they would be at a loss.
Compared to the optimistic Demonic Crocodiles, Marshal Kent’s expression never relaxed.
Although they got through this hurdle, he was still puzzled about how to defeat the enemy.
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