Chapter 103: Difficult Battle

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The first wave of siege battles lasted for nearly a morning. Thousands of soldiers of the Third Corps suffered more than 2,000 casualties before they approached the 300-meter range of Otis City.

This is only the battle situation between the west gate and the north gate. The situation at the east gate and south gate initiated by the Lion Army is more intense and changeable.

Among the lion corps under Prince Kensell, there is no trump card or miscellaneous card, almost all of them are trump cards.

The same 10,000 Lion Legion soldiers were sent by Prince Kensell to be the vanguard. The more elite Lion Legion soldiers did not do much better than the Eagle Legion.

It may be that the King of Charlo is standing at the southern gate, and the magic cannons on this gate have not stopped firing since the beginning. Every time the beam of light that represents death passes through, it can always suppress a small wave of offensive momentum.

Prince Kensell, who was watching the front line from a distance, clenched his palms tightly. Prince Kensell really had nothing to do with this kind of Charlo's trump card. Faustin's military power is indeed stronger than Charlo, but his magic power has always been in the middle. Not to mention magic cannons, ordinary magic equipment is also an extremely expensive item in Faustin.

"It's a pity that several top powerhouses have been restricted from taking action." Prince Kensell said in a low voice, "Otherwise, a team of sharp knives can do it." In addition to the magic cannon, the catapult on the head of Otis City There are too many other equipment, which makes Faustin feel that they are not fighting with people, but are fighting with a pile of military equipment.

So far, Faustin's side has lost thousands of people, but they didn't even have enough access to Charlo's city gate, and Charlo's losses will be almost zero. Only a few unlucky ones were hit by stray arrows shot from the city.

Although the battle loss ratio between the two sides was extremely disparate, neither Prince Kensel nor the Marquis of Mammon on the other side were in a hurry.

As long as the leading troops can hold on, the subsequent soldiers will avoid most long-range attacks once they are pressed.

There are a lot of discerning people on the battlefield, especially spies from various countries. Many people have found that regardless of Faustin's heavy losses at this time, as long as they are approached by the Charlo City Wall, the situation will undergo an unpredictable reversal.

There are also a lot of capable people in Charloh. Let alone others, Marquis Philip has already stood in front of his king at this time, "Your Majesty, please retreat!" Marquis Philip said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

However, King Charlo, who had a fire in his heart, didn't want to listen to Marquis Philip's advice at all. Just now, an attendant begged him to retreat to the palace, but he ignored it. He was going to watch Charlo's sons and daughters resist the Faustains.

"Send Your Majesty back to the palace!" Marquis Philip didn't continue talking nonsense, he shouted, and ordered the servants beside the king.

A whole team of Charlo Kingdom Guards appeared, and several civil servants who looked like attendants dragged the king's arm and dragged them down to the city.

"You dare?!" King Charlo shouted and was pulled down by his attendants, "I want to revoke your military minister position!" The king shouted and scolded farther and farther.

Although King Charlo is not a hero, he can be regarded as a wise man. But now the two countries are at war, and the king, who is helpless, can't do anything except inspire a part of his momentum.

If this King's Majesty is shot by Faustin's stray arrows, it will be a big trouble. I am afraid that the Charlo soldiers guarding the city will collapse in an instant.

In addition to this, what Marquis Philip couldn't bear to see was that the Magical Forces were madly venting their cannonballs as if they didn't want money. To tell the truth, most of the magic crystal shells were accumulated by Marquis Philip with his own wealth. This Marquis is not good at military, which does not mean that Marquis does not understand military at all.

It is said that shopping malls are like battlefields, and this well-known 'God of Wealth' in various countries also has a part of his own understanding of war. It has only just started, and the most important magic cannon has been used, and the ammunition reserve is decreasing at a visible rate. This is extremely abnormal.

He tried several times to remind the magic guide unit to save some ammunition, but every time he said it, he swallowed it.

Without him, it was because His Majesty the King was dancing with joy when he saw the magical power of the magic guide troops. This even more exciting magic troop frantically fired at the Faustin soldiers under the city.

Philip was Charlo's military minister at this time. Charlo's system was very strange. Although the king was by his side, the military affairs were all in charge of the military minister, and even the king could not intervene.

Of course, this situation is rare, and no one will be idle and go against the king's orders.

This time, Marquis Philip couldn't stand it anymore. Anyway, there is only one city left in Charlo. Since this Marquis Philip stayed in the city, he must do something.

As Charlo's 'Three Pillars', when the other two Marquis died for the country one after another, it is impossible to say that Marquis Philip has no ideas. Everyone has blood. Marquis Philip didn't want to be exhumed from the grave by the Charlot survivors after he died.

"The frequency of magic cannons has decreased!" Marquis Philip began to issue orders on the city gate.

"The kerosene has been shipped, ready at any time!"

"What about Sakuragi and Rolling Stone, hurry up! Let the militia hurry up."

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In addition to Marquis Philip, some young nobles in Charlot who had the ambition to serve the country all walked to the top of the city and ordered the defense of the city.

Most of the upper-class nobles hid in the palace with His Majesty the King, and now they belong to these young nobles with great power.

Otis city head

At the moment when the firepower of the magic cannon weakened, the Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensel discovered the situation immediately.

"Good guy, I finally know that I saved it!" The corner of Marquis Mammon's mouth drew an arc.

"Let the remaining soldiers of the 3rd Corps be pressed up!" The Marquis of Mammon ordered a messenger beside him.

"The Fourth Corps is ready!" The order was issued in an orderly manner.

Each corps is equipped with several corresponding magicians, so most of the orders on the battlefield at this time rely on magic. The issuance of each order will reach the front line with extremely fast courier.

Sure enough, the army that belonged to Faustain's side had changed at this time. In addition to another wave of soldiers rushing towards Otis City, at least one more corps of soldiers was divided, ready to keep up.

On Prince Kensell's side too, the soldiers of the Lion Legion are far more elite than the Eagle Legion. There are no miscellaneous cards or trump cards here, and almost every wave of attacks is an all-out attack.

If it wasn't for Charlo's placement of enough magic cannons at the South Gate and East Gate, and their release frequency was the highest, then the defense on his side would have become more difficult.

The remaining soldiers of the 3rd Corps have also rushed up, and the 10,000-strong Eagle Corps 3rd Corps soldiers scattered outside the two northwest gates of Otis City in just one morning.

The war has become intensified. With Faustin soldiers close to the city wall, the archers belonging to Faustin can also exert their abilities. In addition, more and more attacks from siege equipment have also arrived. The city head of Otis City.

After all, the space that the Iron Armored Guards can protect is limited, and they cannot cover everything.

Gradually, some of Faustin's soldiers had already arrived under the city wall, the ladders were already in place, and some impatient soldiers had already begun to climb the city wall.

"Where's the oil? Hurry up!" shouted the sergeant of the Charlo defender on the city wall.

Faustin's soldiers were still climbing the ladders and waiting under the city wall, drenched in some kerosene, but the Faustain soldiers below who didn't have time to climb to the top of the city were suffering. The fire is hot, let alone being poured on the head, even if the oil droplets stick to the skin, it can burn into a big blister.

In an instant, the screams on the ladder and under the city walls were continuous, and countless Faustin soldiers were burned by the kerosene and their faces fell off, revealing vague flesh and bones. witnessed.

This is not over yet. After seeing all the kerosene poured down, Charloh's young noble generals on the city wall continued to issue orders. Some of them leaned out of the tower, tugging their necks and shouting, "Let the rockets, fuel!"

Following the commander's order, the Charlo defenders lit the pruning branches one after another, and for a while, rockets shot out from the city wall.

The kerosene was sticking to the fire, and as the rocket fell, the border city suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, followed by a shrill scream.

Those Faustin soldiers who were not affected by the kerosene or were tightly scalded were in the sea of ​​flames, and their bodies were covered in fire, screaming again and again. It was creepy, and the air was filled with a thick stench of scorched flesh.

Most of the Charlois on the city wall were recruits and militia organized in the city, and many of them saw such a tragic scene for the first time.

In the distance, the Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensell, who were staring at the changing walls of the city walls, remained still. As if the soldiers who were being killed and wounded were insignificant.

The Charlois on the city wall were still panicking, and it wasn't that the soldiers of the Faustin Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion fought bravely, but that they were just a group of new recruits. People's fears are contagious, and many of Charlo's veterans also became flustered in this atmosphere.

"The Fourth Corps! Come on!"

"Second Corps! Go!" Marquis of Mammon and Prince Kensell, who were on the brink of war, immediately ordered to continue the attack.

Along with Faustin's side, two more corps of soldiers, a total of more than 20,000 troops, were put in. The bloody battle over Otis City became even more anxious.

The sun was setting, and before you knew it, it was already afternoon.

Most of the clouds in the sky have dispersed, and a blood-red sunset has shot down. Tonight is destined to be a night of killing.

The siege continued, and for the Faustin soldiers, the battle was day and night.

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