Monarch of Evernight: Forty shelling

bsp;In Baicheng, Song Zining has been standing at the top of the city watching the various movements of the dark races on the opposite side.

Qianye had already patrolled the whole city and appeared beside him, asking: "Don't you need to transfer the Hall of Heroes over? It's still too late now."

Song Zining shook his head, "The deterrent effect of the Hall of Valor is more important. They don't know where the Hall of Valor is, which is their biggest fear. The Duke opposite will never put his ship into battle. That is his A tool for escaping, once he is injured in battle, he will die here."

Qianye nodded in recognition.

Song Zining pointed at the Evernight transport ship that was constantly shuttled back and forth in the distance, and said: "I have been observing it all night. These are cutting-edge transport ships, and there are so many of them that a duke cannot dispatch them. It seems that the dark race has finally React and know how to concentrate on driving us out of the floating land. Be prepared and start now."

Qianye nodded. The division of labor between the two has long been a tacit understanding. In normal battles, Qianye would just sit and monitor and would not take action. His target is the top players in the opponent's formation, including Duke Romel.

Song Zining is responsible for all command and dispatch, and it is also his task to clean up the powerful men with middle and lower titles. With the prosperity of the world and the characteristics of the Three Thousand Floating Leaves, those ordinary strong men could not lock Song Zining in the field. Even if he was walking among thousands of armies, he was still relatively safe. The only thing he had to be careful about was being attacked by dark strong men of the same level.

At this moment, the power tower in the Evernight Camp has been installed. Several temporary large-scale workshops have also begun to operate with the support of the power tower, and heavy-duty trucks are shuttled non-stop.

A shrill and desolate whistle resounded across the sky, and the two heavy doors of the Evernight Camp slowly opened under the power of steam. Heavy-duty trucks gathered into a torrent of steel and headed towards the front line. Most of these heavy-duty trucks towed heavy artillery behind them, and their numbers were endless.

Song Zining narrowed his eyes, suddenly turned around, and shouted: "Send the order, all heavy artillery should be dispersed and hidden! Except for the front-line combatants, all personnel enter the bunker!" The adjutant beside him immediately took the order and ran out.

"Can't beat him?" Qianye asked.

"We don't have many shells." Song Zining sighed.

He has prepared extremely abundant supplies and ammunition, but with the war, the consumption has become astronomical. In the previous battles, Hidden Fire used supplies and ammunition in exchange for an unequal casualty ratio. But now, facing the overwhelming advantage of the Yongye heavy artillery force, the only choice is to preserve one's own strength first.

The heavy artillery shipped by Romil has a larger caliber and a longer range. It was originally used on the floating land front line when facing the Unfallen City. Now it is urgently sent to the rear by transport ships, just to fight against the human race who are good at defense. After the news of the battle in Baicheng came out, all the baggage was transferred here to suppress Song Zining.

Hundreds of heavy artillery were deployed on the position, which was already outside the range of Baicheng's heavy artillery. It is not easy for Song Zining to transport so many heavy artillery. It is simply impossible to get any more top-notch heavy artillery.

After a moment, there was a flash of fire in the distance, and then little bits of light continued to flash, like little sparks. There was a strange roar in the sky, and cannonballs rained down on Baicheng. Gunshots began to ring out in the city, which were masters using force guns to try to intercept them.

Song Zining then picked up a large-caliber sniper rifle and fired three shots in the air, immediately shooting out three huge fireballs. A strong man of his level has extremely meticulous control over his body, and can achieve the effect of a force gun using only ordinary gunpowder weapons. However, this large-caliber sniper rifle has a sufficient range, but its rate of fire is still limited. Even Song Zining only had time to intercept three rounds.

Qianye took out the twin flowers, held the gun with both hands, and fired seven or eight shots into the air at once. A heavy artillery shell would be exploded at the sound of the gunshot. After a round of rapid fire, Qianye's aura only dropped slightly, and then quickly picked up. It's just that it is limited by the firing limit of the Twin Flowers. Every five shots in a row, it must stop and wait for the force array to cool down.

As more powerful men took action, 80% of these heavy artillery shells were intercepted. However, the dozens of shells that fell still caused astonishing damage. Every time a shell landed, the ground shook and the mountains were shaken. The explosion was full of smoke. Covering the entire sky above Baicheng.

Before the aftermath of the explosion caused by the first shelling dissipated, another sharp roar sounded in the air. This time, most of the strong men's sight was blocked, and the interception effect was greatly reduced. Nearly half of the cannonballs fell into the city. Even the remains of the tallest turret were blown off in the middle, and half of the tower collapsed into the city.

Romil refused to give Baicheng any chance to breathe. The heavy artillery roared continuously, and each wave of shells fell like a meteor shower. The loaders and porters were whirling around the heavy cannon, and the light from the Force array slid across the cannon. Soon the temperature of the metal barrel soared, and the shooters generally felt low in the Force.

However, under the urging of the supervising team, the heavy artillery was still fired at the maximum speed. From time to time, there were screams on the battlefield. It was because the loader's hand was accidentally burned, or the dizzy porter almost ran into the armament and was whipped to death by the supervising team. The gunners on the launcher were deactivated one after another, and then were towed away and replaced by new people. Occasionally, a Force cannon would explode, leaving a deep crater and a pile of scorched metal and remains.

The interception in the city became weaker and weaker. Even the section of the city wall where Qianye and Song Zining were standing were flooded by shells, forcing the two to separate to the left and right.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the weaker ones were unable to take action and could only protect themselves. The ordinary mercenaries were hiding in the bunker, praying that they would not be so unlucky, and a cannonball happened to fall directly above the bunker.

The roar became almost the only sound in the entire world. There were blazing fires everywhere, and thick smoke covered the entire city. No one could see clearly what happened not far away. Buildings continued to collapse, and even houses made of stone could not withstand such brutal destruction.

The shelling continued, as if the end was coming.

I don’t know how long it took before the bombardment suddenly stopped, but people’s ears were still buzzing and no other sounds could be heard.

The original city wall has long been turned into rubble, the defense line is no longer visible at all, and the once neat white streets have now turned into ruins blackened by fireworks.

The ground was scorched, and mercenaries emerged from the soil one by one. They shook the scorched earth off their bodies vigorously, patted their bodies, and checked for any injuries.

An old mercenary who was originally stationed on the front line stuck his head out and looked outside the city. He was so shocked that he almost jumped up. The forward of the dark race is less than a hundred meters away from the defense line!

He shouted loudly, trying to call out the heavy machine gun fire from the bunker. But even he couldn't hear what he shouted, and the aftereffects of the heavy artillery bombardment were still there. When the veteran turned around, what he saw was a scene that made him despair. The original bunker had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep crater.

No amount of heavy artillery can create such a crater with a single hit. This is the result of several shells falling in the same area. The original comrades in the bunker had long been reduced to part of the ruins, and even their bodies could not be found.

The old mercenary turned around, grabbed the Force gun, aimed calmly, locked it, activated the Force array, and then pulled the trigger. In the crosshairs, a senior warrior of the Vampire clan fell down in response to the gunshot. The shot hit his shoulder, and one of his arms flew into the sky. The old mercenary didn't bother to check the results of the battle and aimed at another spider demon.

But after two shots were fired, the dark race was close at hand. The old mercenary threw down his force gun, picked up a short knife, and fought the oncoming dark army until he was swallowed by the dark tide.

Similar battles are taking place in every corner of the front line. The Yongye army is like a black tide, slamming **** the White City, and the tide immediately seeps into the city. Each meandering black stream represents a breach in the defense line.

The outermost defense line has fallen, and all battles are taking place in Baicheng. Every street corner and every building is a battlefield, and cold shots will come from nowhere.

A spider demon Viscount appeared in his true form, leaped across the ruins, climbed directly from the outer wall to the roof of a small building, and killed several snipers hiding there. However, the entire top floor suddenly exploded, blowing his huge body directly into the sky. It turned out that a powerful trap had been laid there, and these snipers were fighting on tons of explosives.

Baicheng has been turned into ruins, but the dark army has discovered that the ruins are better bunkers and fortifications. All experience is useless here, no clues can be found, and their proud sense of smell is useless in the thick smoke.

The mercenaries in the Neutral Land have long been accustomed to fighting in various extreme environments. Many towns in the Neutral Land have been destroyed and destroyed. Many times they sleep with the ruins. There is no need to teach them at all, they are experts in street fighting themselves.

A large number of dark warriors poured into White City continuously. Although the battle in the center of the city was extremely stalemate, relying on their numerical advantage, the dark race slowly gained the upper hand.

High in the distance, Romil has stepped out of the battleship, floating in the air, looking down at the Baicheng battlefield.

Nearly all the first wave of attacking troops have entered the city, and the area with the largest number of people is where the outer city wall originally stood. At this moment, fire suddenly burst out from under the city wall, and at the same time, thick black oil continued to spurt out from the ground, turning into a pillar of fire as soon as it left the ground. In the blink of an eye, a wall of fire appeared out of thin air, separating White City from the follow-up troops of the dark race and swallowing thousands of warriors at the same time.

Romil's eyes narrowed. Sure enough, the fighting in the White City suddenly intensified, and fierce fighting broke out in almost every corner at the same time. From this angle where you can see the battle situation throughout the city, you will find that in two areas, the number of dark warriors is decreasing at an alarming rate.

With Romil's eyesight, he could only barely see two faint figures moving back and forth. Wherever they go, dark warriors fall in large numbers.

Needless to say, these are Qianye and Song Zining.

The fact that they personally dealt with ordinary soldiers shows that the situation in the city has indeed reached its most critical moment. However, the solemnity on Romil's face did not diminish. The intensity of the battle in the city far exceeded his expectations. Logically speaking, the mercenaries should have suffered heavy losses so far, but their counterattack firepower had not decreased much.

"It would be nice if more cannonballs were brought here." This thought flashed through Russell's mind for a moment, and then he put it aside. He also knew that being able to transport so many heavy artillery and ammunition that was several times higher than the conventional ones was the result of all his efforts.

The pressure faced in other directions is no less than here, or even more. He was able to obtain so many resources because his superiors wanted him to end the battle here as soon as possible and then go to support other directions. After all, looking at the strength on paper, Baicheng's overall strength is the weakest link.

At this moment, an attendant appeared and said: "Sir, Deputy Duke Pratt has returned."

Romil's eyes showed a cold light and said: "Then let him enter the city, now."