Chapter 320: Battle of Okagra (II)
However, behind the Kingdom's army, Marshal Doro looked at the players charging recklessly in the distance, sneered, and said calmly:

"Shelling."

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

The Royal Army has now fully absorbed Napoleon's ideas. Its main tactics can be summarized in one simple sentence: "First use artillery to attack, then let the cavalry charge, and finally let the infantry finish off."

After receiving the order, the artillery corps commander shouted: "Aim at the enemy on the other side and blow them up!"

Suddenly, the ogres who had received mathematical education began to calculate parabolas, and used their tall and strong bodies as gun mounts, constantly adjusting the angles, while some veteran artillerymen even relied directly on intuition.

Three or four ogres were operating a huge cannon together. Having been trained, they seemed quite calm and not at all confused.

Around the black muzzle, there are patterns carved that look like a giant dragon's bloody mouth, making it look even more majestic and solemn.

"fire!"

"Shoot me!"

As Big Head raised the battle flag, he let out a majestic roar.

The thunderous roars of the huge cannons shook the entire Okagral Snowfield.

The result of several years of research by the Armoury Department of the Burning Kingdom - the Dragon Roar Cannon, the crystallization of magical craftsmanship and industrial machinery, finally showed its grandeur for the first time in the Anzeta Wasteland.

One after another, the cannonballs, weighing hundreds of pounds and gleaming with metallic luster, drew graceful arcs in the air.

A shrill scream echoed through the sky.

The Teutonic Knights who were rushing up to the bridge excitedly raised their heads and stared at the cannonballs that were bigger than humans and were about to fall from the sky. They were stunned.

He was silent for a moment before uttering two words:
"I rely on."

"You call this—medieval warfare?"

However, before he could finish his words, the black shell had already landed beside him and exploded with a terrifying bang, blowing the Teutonic Knight dozens of meters away.

Blood and shrapnel splattered everywhere, and his flesh was almost flying to the other side. It could be said that he had barely fulfilled his wish.

The poor Teutonic Knights died before they could even accomplish their mission. They were killed by a cannonball falling from the sky before they even had the chance to experience medieval warfare.

"The Trisolarians beat up the primitives, right?"

"What the hell is this?"

"Why are there cannons on the other side?"

"I report the Burning Cinders Kingdom for cheating!"

"The opponent has a cheat, how can we play this game? I want to surrender to the enemy!"

The players in the coalition camp were blown to pieces and wailed loudly. Almost every shell caused more than a dozen casualties.

And the players' charge seemed so ridiculous under the kingdom's relentless bombardment.

"Gods above!"

"What the hell is this?"

"How did they get such weapons? Is this a punishment from the gods?"

In the coalition army's formation, the soldiers were talking among themselves, their faces full of fear.

Huge bomb craters appeared on the ground. The baptism of artillery fire made the flat snowfield devastated. War had never changed the environment so violently, and this was like a punishment from God in the eyes of ordinary soldiers who had never seen the world, and even some minor nobles.

Grand Duke Leo looked solemn, standing with his sword in hand.

"I know that kind of thing, artillery."

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

Trischka responded rather worriedly.

“But we are not without ways to deal with it.”

The bombardment continued, and the rain of shells penetrated deeper and deeper, even reaching the depths of the army formation, causing many casualties among the Allied soldiers. If the Ogre giant artillerymen were to calibrate well, these shells weighing hundreds of pounds would definitely cause huge casualties to the densely-positioned Allied troops.

The Burning Kingdom's dragon beast cavalry and red scale conquerors launched a charge under the cover of artillery fire, began to cross the river, and were about to attack the alliance's front. Bridges spanned the river.

Under the command of the high-ranking Asmo, celestial creatures rose into the sky one after another. The angels of justice raised their silver swords high in their hands and created a transparent barrier that shone with light above the alliance's army. It actually blocked those terrible shells, and golden ripples appeared in the air.

They even launched a counterattack. The Pengyu angel flapped its wings, and feathers carrying divine power flew to the other side and pierced the monster's evil heart.

"Don't be afraid!"

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

"Those monsters are just bluffing, all for show!"

Telischka rode his horse through the ranks, shouting loudly.

The miraculous actions of the heavenly legions also boosted the morale of the alliance and rekindled hope in the hearts of the soldiers.

The wyverns and chimeras roared, spewed out raging seas of fire, and flew towards the allied positions on the other side of the river. They fought with all kinds of celestial creatures in the sky. The red and white torrents merged, and the sky became a completely chaotic battlefield.

In terms of numbers, the two-legged dragons and chimeras with their messy wings covering half the sky undoubtedly have an absolute advantage, but these celestial creatures from Mount Paradise have been born under the glory of the gods since childhood, and their individual strength is even more terrifying.

Mantou and Flying Dragon Noodles roared together, attempting to launch a Dragon Roar Charge and launch an air strike on the allied forces on the ground. He had used this tactic many times and it had always worked.

"Noodle!"

However, just as he began to dive and before he reached the attack height, arrows with tracking magic flew into the air and shot him into a sieve. At the same time, feathers with light attacked him from all directions.

"Oh my god, I'm going to crash!"

"What can I say?"

Mantou, who looked like a hedgehog, howled towards the sky, and then fell to the ground with the flying dragon, and the screen went black directly to the resurrection interface.

As the steamed bun fell, a familiar sped-up version of "See You Again" suddenly sounded. Although it seemed like a cliché, it was still a good video material.

"Mantou, out!"

The Red Scale Conqueror who was traveling with them shouted excitedly.

The atavistic wyvern spewed out blazing flames, burning a roc-feathered angel into charcoal.

However, the next moment, the cloud giant's fist smashed down from behind, and the silver sword of the God of Justice pierced through its hot, still actively beating heart.

"Ow—"

The shrill wails resounded through the sky, but this was only a corner of the aerial battlefield.

Along with the brilliant magical light, blood, body parts, broken corpses, and burnt feathers kept falling from the sky, occasionally hitting the hapless mortals on the ground. This extremely brutal air battle made the ordinary soldiers on the ground tremble with fear.

However, their war has just begun.

The ogre giant shield soldiers and earth dragon cavalry have advanced to the other side of the river. Their heavy shields and armor have withstood the tide of arrows, making the kingdom's line like a moving steel wall, advancing steadily and indestructible.

The Alliance soldiers were like mortals standing in front of a mountain when faced with this monster; they were easily crushed into a paste.

"Evil man!"

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

Fortunately, the tall and heavily armored Shield Envoy stepped forward and came to the front line, using his giant shield shining with divine light to struggle against the advance of the kingdom's army.

"boom!"

There was the harsh sound of metal colliding and heavy muffled sounds.

The armored guards swung their four-meter-long giant swords and actually split the ogre's giant shield in half, cut through the thick skin that had grown dragon scales, and chopped down the ogre's back with one sword.

"what--"

The huge ogre roared and fell down with a bang.

In a war of this level, mortal lives are worthless, death is happening everywhere and at any time, corpses fill the trenches, and blood dyes the white snowfields red.

(End of this chapter)