The spearn of Mont Blanc County, who had originally switched to daggers, picked up their long weapons again. They stood behind the walls, holding their long spears upside down, desperately stabbing downwards.
The soldiers of the Grand Council’s army below the high ground had nowhere to hide. The incredibly sharp spear tips first pierced small holes in their mouths, shoulders, and chests, then abruptly slid into their bodies, penetrating through flesh and blood.
A young soldier in brown clothing watched helplessly as he was skewered on a spear. Accompanied by the wet sliding sound, the spear shaft kept sinking into his body. The brown-clad soldier did not die imdiately, and his screams filled everyone with fear and horror.
The spearn above the high ground, too, were horrified by the grueso scene they had created, and they stumbled backward, dropping their spears.
But the soldiers behind imdiately handed him another spear. He took it with tears in his eyes, and as soon as he turned around, a lead bullet struck his breastplate.
The gunfire from across the river never stopped and had long since drowned out the gunfire on the high ground. The musketeers of the Grand Council not only suppressed the two salients on the high ground but also fired at any Mont Blanc County soldier who dared to stand up.
The spearn of Mont Blanc County, stabbing the enemy with inverted spears, at the very least wore plank breastplates, yet their armor was as fragile as parchnt against the lead bullets fired from heavy matchlock guns.
Under the cover of the musketeers, ladder after ladder of the Grand Council’s army reached the high ground. Brown-clad soldiers raised their shields and climbed hand over hand.
The soldiers of Mont Blanc County on the high ground tried desperately to pry the ladders away, but how could they be moved?
The light brown tide firmly pressed the ladders against the high ground, and even the stone walls used as leverage points were crushed, leaving the ladders unmoved.
The spontaneously rebuilt salient at the river bend was the main point of attack for the Grand Council’s army, and Woods Frank had been holding the salient to the north.
The first brown-clad sword and shield bearer to climb the north salient was knocked down by Woods and another soldier using a thick, long beam.
Before they could catch their breath, another slender sword and shield bearer climbed up.
The slender sword and shield bearer jumped onto the wall from the muddy ground and imdiately spotted the officers in the salient. He leaped up, screaming as he lunged at Woods.
Woods instinctively raised the beam to block, hearing a "bang" inside the salient. A jet of white smoke burst out, and the brown-clad soldier in mid-air seed to tumble backward, landing sprawling before Woods.
Erno, who still had his fingers tightly clutching the trigger, was panting heavily and stared blankly at the lieutenant.
Woods had no ti to express gratitude and turned to shout to his n: "Rectified Oil!"
The assault continued, and the third brown-clad sword and shield bearer to climb up the salient just had his head halfway up when it was crushed by an axe.
Having climbed back inside the walls, Woods tossed the axe back into the salient and hurled three rectified oil jars at the ladders on the high ground. Without waiting for the musketeers across the river to turn their guns, he unceremoniously crawled back inside the walls.
Two torches were imdiately thrown out of the salient, turning the ladders into pyres.
However, rely destroying one ladder ant nothing to the brown-clad soldiers swarming the salient.
What happens next was out of the lieutenant’s hands. Covered in mud, Woods personally split open a barrel branded with the Alliance Magic Combat Bureau’s seal and poured its precious alchemical contents down in one go.
The area beneath the north salient instantly beca a sea of fire, releasing black smoke that blocked out the sky as the alchemical fire burned. The rolling heat waves even set the dry grass covering the salient’s roof on fire.
Several fire people, screaming, fled into the river, frantically trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies. However, the alchemical fire produced by the Magic Combat Bureau not only was not extinguished by water, but it continued to burn while floating on the water’s surface.
The fire people who jumped into the river were burned until their skin and flesh separated, and more brown-clad soldiers were felled in the fire before they had a chance to escape.
The blazing flas drove back not only the Grand Council’s army but also forced Woods and his n out of the salient they had held all along due to the thick smoke and heat waves.
From the northernmost to the southernmost bend of the Z-shaped river, brown-clad and gray-clad soldiers engaged in fierce battles around the riverside walls.
To follow Colonel Gessa’s order to hold the riverbank, every soldier of Mont Blanc County’s first infantry battalion was thrown into the front lines by Lieutenant Woods, and the rifle grenadier squads, personally chosen by the lieutenant, dashed between positions putting out fires.
Even so, under the onslaught of wave after wave of the brown tide, the Mont Blanc County troops’ defensive line inevitably slid toward collapse.
In contrast, the riverbanks on the north and south sides of River Valley Village appeared unusually calm. The musketeers knelt behind the embanknts, while everything across the river remained hidden in smoke. No battles erupted, and no enemies were encountered, rendering them a world apart from the fiery chaos of River Valley Village.
Captain Hudson reached Colonel Gessa with a hint of unease, asking, "The fight over there is intense. Should we send a battalion to support them?"
Colonel Gessa, who had been intently listening to the distant explosions and screams, turned his head and coldly asked, "Has Colonel Bod asked us for support?"
"No... no."
Gessa said no more and rely gave Captain Hudson a withering look.
The captain imdiately saluted and rode back to his post.
In the fields north of the village, the officers from Thunder Group County also watched the bodies drifting downstream with genuine alarm.
Colonel Skool ordered all the bodies dragged ashore. After personally examining several of them, the colonel concluded: "New Reclamation Expeditionary Army... the troops of Sanel, the remnants of General Sekler."
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