But unfortunately, there’s nothing here, no thirteen-ter-high sturdy walls, nor powerful Elf Mages, only a blood-soaked battlefield of slaughter on both sides.
The Dwarf was right; sotis deep moats and high fortresses are the most direct manifestation of powerful tactics.
If there were a thirteen-ter-high fortress wall here, with a moat thirty ters wide and twenty ters deep, these monsters might all die trying but still fail to breach the walls.
As he was thinking, a sudden loud crash ca from the front line; Dorglin’s face stiffened, his beard quivered as he shouted excitedly, "Not good, those stupid Cyclops finally managed to pull sothing off!"
Following his gaze, everyone saw on the front line, amid the smoke-filled battlefield, a large section of the city wall had completely collapsed, creating a gigantic breach.
Standing beside the battery, Hilude imdiately ordered, "No more playing cat and mouse with these Cyclops, aim the cannons at the breach, full bombardnt!"
In this fight, the Dwarf cannon had already taken down three Cyclops, even as the Cyclops’ constant hauling of huge stones back and forth in the forest delayed the Dwarf Cannon’s substantial output ti.
In terms of artillery battles, the Dwarves’ capabilities far exceeded those of the Cyclops by a long shot; this single cannon alone had shattered over 200 monsters in this battle.
However, at this point, neither side had the need to continue the artillery duel. As the wall was smashed open, a multitude of monsters roared, brandishing war blades as they slaughtered their way in. Before the smoke dissipated, over a hundred muscled, heavy-armored Human-Skinned Wolves extended their ten blade-like claws from the lingering smoke.
The Dwarf Musketeers imdiately aid at them, but amidst the smoke, most bullets hit their targets. Yet faced with their thick human skin and armor, these attacks had little effect. Though a few Human-Skinned Wolves suffered injuries and stumbled into the ditch, they could no longer stop the monsters’ charge.
The Human-Skinned Wolves cursed, "Despicable outsiders, now is the ti for us to slaughter you!"
With their roaring, these monsters’ strong and powerful legs suddenly pushed off, leaping through the breach in the wall, charging into the city. Their thirty-centiter-long blade-like claws easily shredded the human Ard Attendants standing in their way into pieces.
Blood splattered, greatly inciting their wildness. Not satisfied with slaughtering dozens of Ard Attendants and Free People, they leapt once more, piercing their claws toward the chest of the advancing Ogre Bull Warrior.
Their fierce speed left five bone-deep, grim scars on the chest of the Ogre Bull Warrior.
The enraged Ogre bellowed, raising its large club and striking at the iron-boned backs of these monsters.
On the smoke-shrouded battlefield, these two massive monsters imdiately engaged in a primitive and ferocious brawl; neither side willing to retreat, nor either able to make a breakthrough.
However, just as this part of the battlefield was stabilizing, another wall, on the verge of collapse, crumbled under the slashing and hacking of the monsters, especially with the Giant’s huge stone axe smashing indiscriminately, causing this wall section to give way.
Dorglin, who was preparing to shift the Mountain Shield Array to support the Ogres, had no choice but to roar out: "Truly, when it rains, it pours! Warriors of the mountains, co with to plug this breach; no one can break through the Dwarves’ formidable shield array!"
Half-Elf hero Ashfield’s face was drenched in blood. He and his Swan Knights were in poor condition; with the war underway, they couldn’t stay in the safest position to attack. Dense throngs of monsters surged forward, among them Kobolds and Gnolls wielding hunting bows and crossbows. Cold arrows flew across the battlefield; even the most cautious Swan Knights suffered injuries, with four unable to ever take flight again.
So Ashfield urgently asked Su Li: "Lord, do we keep expending ourselves like this? This war of attrition is too disadvantageous for us. Even if we kill ten tis as many enemies, our losses will still be enough to collapse the army."
But in reality, this war of flesh and blood cannot achieve a ten-to-one casualty ratio.
Even with blitzkrieg tactics, executing a pincer move to encircle and capture thousands of enemies, such epic triumphs only yield around a 1:7 casualty ratio.
Currently, in this border showdown, the casualty ratio is around 1:3. Although the monsters lacked engineering equipnt and their assault montum was hindered by the trenches, the casualty ratio at most could reach 1:4, no higher.
However, Su Li estimated it couldn’t achieve a 1:4 exchange ratio, because the Monster Legion’s ranged units were too nurous. They hadn’t been organized into a Bow and Arrow Corps, but during the siege, Kobolds and Forest Goblins occasionally fired cold arrows, and many under-equipped Free People’s Corps and archers fell to these arrows.
If the attrition continues at a 1:3 ratio, the outco of this war is uncertain.
Even with a 1:4 ratio, the end would only result in a pyrrhic victory, repelling this Monster Legion, leaving the Hesse Territory with very few remaining troops.
Su Li couldn’t help but raise his head, gazing at the dark sky. In this endless darkness, the roars of war and the cries of agony echoed across this cursed land. The sky hung like a heavy lead plate, oppressing the battlefield below. The blood moon had vanished, and the stars were obscured by the smoke of war, as if the celestial gods were indifferent to this brutal battle.
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