This is also why the Ceylan People’s position wasn’t attacked; the firepower and hatred were all drawn to the lord’s position where Murphy was, acting as a "super face-tank".
As the Wolf People noisily reassembled under the cover of night, the vampires blessed at midnight also descended from the sky. Lightweight aerial bombs replaced the roaring heavy artillery, deployed along the battlefield.
Columns of fire erupted repeatedly, seemingly wanting to ignite the dark sky, instantly dispelling the Wolf People’s recently gathered army, like a heavy blow struck on the head of a barking mad dog.
Just like Murphy’s usual attitude toward provocation, a firm slap in the face is as effective as ten earnest pleas.
"Quick, quick, continue accelerating! If we can’t arrive within an hour, Murphy will definitely dismantle and put in a jar as a display! I don’t want to have my brain flooded again.
Charge!
Undead, and Dragon knights!
Everyone accelerate, charge!"
Behind the re-ignited battlefield, Little Mummy Niftytelli was riding her Three-headed Dog, leading a bizarre army towards the frontlines. Behind her was a group of silent dead, led by the Moon Cult’s deceased mbers Bella and Bernice, escorting so slow-moving colossal creatures.
No one knew what these things were, at least not at this mont, these creations born in Transylvania were still an enigma.
But soon, they would shine brightly in this Black Disaster that had already altered many things.
Indeed.
The Wolf People would soon learn that barging into others’ hos and casually harming others would eventually have consequences. Those dead would return on a chilling night to reclaim the pain and despair upon the torntors.
Only their wails can allow the struggling dead who refuse to fall to rest...
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"Reload! Quick! Reload, the second squad provides covering fire, the Wolf People are attacking from the flank!"
Colonel Fraser felt as though he was back at the Blackfla Mountain Pass, a place he’d never forget. He stood on the artillery high ground of the lord’s position, which he had been entrusted to command, repeatedly issuing orders until his voice grew hoarse amid the fierce battle. The Transia People’s Goldenrod Cannoneers he brought as reinforcents were firing continuously at nearly the limit speed.
Yet even this lethal bombardnt couldn’t stop the Wolf People’s attack on the position from three directions.
What was almost laughable was that Governor Murphy’s presence at the front with his elite soldiers resulted in the least number of Wolf People on the front lines. The Grand Marshal, realizing it was difficult to break through from the front, maneuvered the army to the flank under the cover of night.
Murphy can’t be so capable as to simultaneously conjure three versions of himself to unleash havoc on the Wolf People from three directions, can he?
It turned out that this old tactic still worked very well. Using Dogheaded Engineers for relentless assaults had accelerated the Wolf People’s main forces ridiculously, often penetrating the trench zone before the artillery barrage was even finished.
Colonel Fraser was urgently worried but couldn’t command the artillery to continue bombarding the trench area, where his n were resisting.
These damn creatures seed to have figured out the artillery’s strengths and weaknesses, using their mobility to interweave the battle lines, forcing the artillery to cease fire. Just as the Colonel attempted to adjust the bombardnt trajectory, a special order was delivered to him by the communications officer.
Glancing at the order under the light of the position, Fraser erupted. He grabbed the collar of the nearby communications officer and shouted:
"What do you an by ’our supporting fire shouldn’t stop when your reserve forces charge’? Are you suggesting my soldiers bombard their own heads? Are you insane?"
"I can’t understand this order either, Colonel, but it’s indeed from General Kuder!"
The communications officer was startled but still stood upright and responded loudly:
"The General only requires the artillery position to follow orders! No excess questions, prepare for the next operation in twenty minutes."
"I think you’re truly insane!"
Colonel Fraser cursed, but amidst the intense battle, he had no chance to hunt down General Kuder for clarity. Major Reno beside him couldn’t help but speak:
"A charge under artillery fire like this is sothing only those outrageous Undying Spirits would dare execute. So, the rumors about spirits sacrificing themselves to destroy the Wolf People’s powder magazine are false? Do the Transia People have more spirits they haven’t unleashed?"
"No, that’s real! Such things cannot be fabricated; regular troops couldn’t possibly destroy an enemy’s crucial stronghold within an hour while surrounded by three tis the enemy forces. They’ve achieved a magnificent victory, yet now this war is for the Transia People and for us.
I sowhat understand Murphy’s mindset; if hard battles can’t be fought without Undying Spirits, then it would only prove that the Transylvania’s current bravery is fake. This is not just a war; it’s also a trial.
A trial for the locals, and now, we’ve also stepped in."
Looking at the order in hand, Fraser shook his head:
"As for this command, it must be Murphy capable of pulling another sche. Prepare the second, third, and fifth artillery squads for deploying supporting fire to the designated locations! Send soone to check on the heavy artillery on the position, which is at risk of exploding due to excessive firing.
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