. "It's finally started!"

Listening to the thunderous explosion and shrill screams, looking at the groups of muzzles in the distance, Daniel leaned on the edge of the trench and couldn't help but murmur. In this tone that should be as heavy as a rock, there was a strange feeling of indescribable ease, as if the bowstring, which had been tense for a long time, had loosened the moment it shot.

Accompanied by the rustling mud and gravel, the scattered golden elf crawled in the mud in a mess, and slowly turned the artillery periscope in his hand, trying hard to observe the battle situation through the smoke and dust.

At this moment, in his sight, thousands of shells seemed to fall down like pouring rain, causing splendid sparks to bloom on the positions of the Elf Army. The first wave of barrage had just disappeared, and countless flashing explosion points flashed continuously. Then there was a third wave, the fourth wave...

Howitzers, cannons, old-fashioned smoothbore cannons, and rockets dragging long tail flames all shot terrifying energy that killed people on the heads of the elves. The bright red bullet marks instantly reflected the horizon, and the pouring bullet rain drooped from the sky like a fire waterfall of a god. The floating warship in the sky, which had been carrying long-range shelling, was replaced with expensive white phosphorus incendiary bombs, and cast orange-red fire walls representing death on the ground. All of them were scorched and rotten on the ground for a few rolls, and then they blew into a bunch of human-shaped coke.

The newly built elves struggled in the baptism of this sudden terrifying bomb rain. The dense bomb rain covered a range of several miles in an instant, and a large area of ​​magnificent flowers of flame bloomed densely on this wet muddy land. The violent shock wave swept back and forth fiercely, and a considerable number of trenches and surface fortifications were instantly blown to ashes. As for the soldiers hiding inside, they were ruthlessly torn apart in the wail of despair, turning into rotten flesh. The waves of air produced by the explosion were raised high, and then they fell from the sky!

The thick black smoke almost blocked the sunlight. Under the flashing flames, Daniel could vaguely see the soldiers' horrified faces. Even the tough and powerful professional warriors would probably find it difficult to withstand such a terrifying shelling. Not to mention that this special mixed army, called the Elf Army, was actually pieced together by at least seven or eight races, and had uneven combat literacy.

Soon, the weakest link on the Elf Army's front, the 6,000 "warriors" of the Manniu tribe who had not yet defected for a long time, collapsed and collapsed. These Inca traitors who betrayed their own nation, would probably not even imagine what a terrifying scene would be like as burning as sky fire!

It was only a few minutes before the first shell fell, the lost chiefs, nobles and soldiers instinctively threw away their crude weapons, climbed out of the trench straight, and began to escape from the front line. They gathered in a mess and rushed towards the lake shore at the same time. It seemed that it would be safe to escape there.

But, these guys had two short legs, and how could they pass the shells quickly? As the shells roared, balls of fire exploded around the defecation soldiers one after another. The broken bodies and bones scattered together with the blood rain. The thin but deadly shrapnel flew everywhere. They roared into the unprotected land of these natives, causing more blood.

It has to be said that it was indeed a very stupid idea to escape from the fortifications in such a violent shelling. On the bare lake beach, these Inca traitors had nowhere to avoid shells. They were casualties at an astonishing speed every minute and every second. Most of them were restored to a pile of rotten meat without running a few steps. Among them, they could cross the trenches, cross the fences, avoid shells and the supervising team, and finally arrived at the lakeside successfully. There were very few lucky people.

At the most tragic time, these Inca traitors screamed and even blew over the shells. The arms, thighs and intestines were blown everywhere. Some of them hit Daniel's artillery periscope, making his vision suddenly dark and nothing could be seen.

"What a bunch of useless waste... But it's really strange that Tecomse used ground tactics this time. Is his ground shell reserves so abundant?"

While pulling off a piece of bloody intestine from the camera, Daniel rubbed the lenses with his cuffs, muttering quietly. He actually didn't care much about the destruction of the six thousand so-called "warriors" of the Manniu Tribe - no officer with a little rationality would think that even metal weapons could not be used by everyone. What role could the barbarians on the battlefield with stone spears and sticks play in the hot weapons-like battlefield.

Therefore, when setting up positions, he placed these Inca traitors in an insignificant protruding position. It would be best to play a role. Even if the mud cannot be covered with the wall, it would be no big deal. At least, it would be easy to destroy the opponent to confuse the judgment and decision-making of the opponent. It is not a bad thing for the elves army in desperate situations.

Through the slightly red lens, Lieutenant General of the Golden Elf found that although the waste cannon fodders of the Manniu Tribe were killed and injured, the main forces he brought from his country were all shrunk into the bunkers and trenches they dug, waiting patiently for the end of the shelling. For solid bullets, scorching bullets and even flowering bullets in this era, the trenches and civil fortifications were still difficult to deal with. Unless they were expensive poison gas bombs or extremely short-range mortars, this carpet-style shelling seemed to be destroyed and had a huge momentum, but in fact the killing effect was very limited.

Just now, the Manniu tribe cut corners when digging the trenches, and then ran away rashly to expose the loss of the target. Otherwise, if they had the ability to patiently huddle into the trenches and get shells, they would probably not have suffered so much casualties...

Another shell exploded near the hidden part, causing gravel and broken wood to burst out, almost punching Daniel's thin iron periscope, and the broken glass almost hurt his eyes. The scattered soil fell from the top of his head, almost burying the officers and soldiers inside.

"Ahem! Even this place is not very safe!"

Daniel crawled out of the dust and coughed a few times. He threw away the twisted metal garbage in his hand in a sense of loss. He pushed away another periscope handed over by the guard, and leaned softly on the inner wall of the bunker with a smell of earth. Feeling the violent vibration of the ground, he couldn't help but sigh.

"This artillery fire is really fierce enough... Whether you can go home alive depends on today!"

Looking at the Inca officers and even the elves on the ground, they were surprised as if endless shells were dragging their long tail sounds and whistling towards the enemy formation.

These Inca military elites wearing earthy modern tight military uniforms, carrying gold-wire embroidered eavesques with tassels, but with feathers, shells, animal teeth and even human bones on their heads. At this moment, they all seemed to be petrified magic and were poking there blankly, staring at the firelight in the sky, as if they had seen countless large wallets dragging their tail flames into the sky, and then disappeared with a brilliant spark explosion...

This rare behavior of prodigality made the Inca officers, who had always been accustomed to being "poverty", stunned and felt that their hearts were bleeding. Due to the long-term ammunition tightness of the Inca army, in ordinary field battles, each cannon can only fire three rounds, and cannot exceed five rounds at most. The way of fighting like today is as heavy as a pouring rain, all the officers have never heard of it.

"What's wrong with His Majesty Tecomsey? The shells are as if they don't have money! I have been following His Majesty for more than 20 years, and I have never seen him as generous!" A bearded officer shouted, with a very regretful tone.

"Yes, each cannon has been fired at least thirty, and the barrel is as popular as a monkey..." Another small officer who had just come down from the artillery position nodded and echoed, "For the smuggler, you have to spend a whole pound of gold to exchange for five ground shells equipped with spray-packing! Even if the gold on the ground is not valuable, and we just got a batch of ammunition supplies..." He looked up at the auspicious sign in the sky, "... it shouldn't be so casual ----If you spend all the ammunition inventory here, what should you do on the Cusco front?"

"Cusco front line? Humph, there will probably become an enemy-occupied area soon! Do you think that the country can still defend it after so many people have been pulled away from the defense line?"

"It shouldn't be that, it's not that there are more than 20,000 troops..."

"But the enemy in the siege is said to be 500,000, and the actual number is at least 200,000! Moreover, the trenches and fortifications outside Cusco have long been filled. This time we took away all the heavy artillery, and even the city walls collapsed by more than half. The enemy's water supply line on the Mamali River was restored because the rainy season ended... Alas. According to the sand table operation, no matter how I calculate, the brothers who stay there will have a dark future!"

"Okay OK. Stop quarrel!" An old officer with yellow teeth came out to smooth things over. "Your Majesty has his own reason for doing this..."

The old officer turned his eyes and looked at the soldiers lined up a little further away. Under the sunshine that shone through the smoke, the young faces were haggard and blackened by the long journey and choked smoke, but they still showed great excitement and pride. For these simple soldiers, there was nothing in this world that could be happier than being in a team from victory to victory.

but……

He shook his head, sighed, and then came over mysteriously and whispered to his colleagues, "There is something very strange. I don't know if you have noticed it. In the pre-war mobilization of the army today, the geniuses not only did not use any spiritual interference spells, did not bless the suicide squad's madness and bloodthirst, but they did not even use the minimum charming technique. They really relied on their two mouths to incite the morale of the army... Do you think this is normal?"

"Indeed..." the small officer muttered, "Although I am absolutely pious to the belief in Goddess Yingti, I still have to say that the priests of the Sun Gods are too diligent. On several occasions, they even blessed the artillery artillery! As a result, they almost threw the shotgun out as a meteor hammer in a violent state... Why are you lazy this time? Could it be that rumor..." He was suddenly shocked and then covered his mouth.

But another bearded officer was not so sensible, but exclaimed in horror.

"Oh my God, the great Sun Goddess... Has the Sun Goddess really gone? What should we do?!"

His voice was so high that even in the continuous roar of artillery, some soldiers with sharp ears could hear something vaguely, and turned their heads and cast a mixed look of surprise and confusion at him.

The elderly officer with yellow teeth was immediately anxious, afraid that he would be implicated by this idiot's misunderstanding. For a moment, the blue veins on his forehead swelled up and he was reluctant to stuff the bearded man's head into his collar.

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"Uh-----Thank you for your reminder..." Just as the thrifty Inca officers were shocked by such a luxurious shelling. And worried about some terrible speculation, the "amateur gunners" of Naseriel, who were always extravagant and wasted, were happily in the guidance of their half-baked instructors to conduct the first "live-fire exercise" since joining the army...

Although, at this time, the full-scale shelling of the Incas had begun for at least ten minutes...

The old dwarf Vahiri still brags. After Feili left on the old black dragon, these half-baked wastes struggled for a quarter of an hour before they could barely prepare for fire. During this period, there were several giggling mistakes such as putting the positions of the injection packs and shells on the opposite side, which made people laugh...

"Raising the muzzle..."

Vahiri shouted at the top of his lungs. The "amateur gunners" who were actually operating the cannon for the first time were swinging the operating manuals, while quickly turning the crank on the side of the nine-pound gun. The crank drove the screws on the cannon truck, causing the black holes to slowly rise. At the bottom of the cannon truck, there is another set of screws and cranks, which are used to fine-tune the left and right directions of the muzzle.

Between the busy gunners, there were also a few equally amateur rangefinders, using standard amateur techniques to tinker with very regular military rangefinders... It was natural. The results they measured were also very strange. From two thousand feet to four thousand feet, there was a gap of at least one hundred feet between the data reported by everyone, which was far beyond the maximum possible range of measurement errors. Vahiri was so angry that he was furious.

"A bunch of useless things... Is it back all the things I have learned in class for just a few days?"

Just as the old dwarf had rolled up his sleeves and was about to take action himself, a strong figure suddenly broke in. He glanced at the messy amateur gunners and amateur range finders around him. Then he snorted disdainfully from his nose.

"Hmph, you bastards are still busy with work?"

When Wahili heard this, he suddenly became angry: Even if they were all raised by bitchers, they were raised by my side. When will it be the turn of outsiders to scold me?

He immediately wanted to curse back, but when Vahiri looked up and saw the identity of the visitor clearly, he had to swallow the slander back.

"Your Highness Princess, why are you here? This is not the place where your highness should come..."

"Why shouldn't I come? You and your subordinates do not act like they are on the battlefield at all!" The princess stared at Vahiri with a very playful look, "Because some old waste brags about not making drafts, she promised to open the fire in three minutes. As a result, there is no movement at all. My father sent me to see what tricks you guys have played with?"

Azhisha's tone was full of ridicule and contempt, which made the old dwarf blush, but could not argue - he did his job very well.

At this moment, Princess Azhisha had already changed into a military uniform. She wore a bright feather brocade crown, a tight body armor seized from the Elf Army, and a majestic red cloak. With her pretty but firm face, her straight and tall figure, and her healthy bronze skin, she was really heroic and handsome, with a standard image of a general and tiger girl.

"How are you going now? Can you open fire?" Azisha asked Vahiri anxiously under the urging artillery fire.

"All tasks have been completed, and all the ammunition is loaded. It is the distance measurement..." The old dwarf scratched the few gray and short left on his forehead, and hesitated and perfunctory. "Well, please rest assured, leaders, I'll do it right away!"

"Now? Humph, God knows you mean half an hour or an hour!" Azhisha snorted from her nose again, "Forget it, you guys really can't count on you, let me measure it!"

"Let you test it?" Vahiri looked at her suspiciously. But she handed over the rangefinder in her hand and asked with concern, "This is a new instrument that the Empire only opened last year. Do you know how to operate it? Do you want me to find the manual?"

"There is no need for that! This girl doesn't need such extra things!"

Azhisha pushed Vahiri away and handed the distancefinder to the ground. Then, in the confused eyes of the idle people, she seriously put one hand behind her waist, stretched her thumb up, and closed her eyes in turn, using the most primitive parallax method to estimate the distance...

I have to say that her unique skill shocked all the useless people. In the Naserel army, who are accustomed to using optical devices and even magical instruments, even the old artillery soldiers who have been in the battlefield may not be able to skillfully use this most primitive, but also the easiest and most economical observation method. Even in artillery textbooks, it is only listed as an elective.

"Well, it's about 3,500 feet... Huh? What are you watching people do?"

The princess thought about it for a while and finally found a data roughly. She didn't expect that when she looked back, she felt that she was surrounded by a bunch of admiration and admiration.

These eyes were so "pure" that it made Azhisha's backbone feel cold. She felt like an unlucky student who was caught by the teacher in class, and she seemed to have become a beautiful loli who was tragically criticized by the uncle... Well, I just don't know where the lollipop is?

"Okay, okay, what are you doing here? You won't go back to work! Remember, it's 3,500 feet!"

Fortunately, Vahiri, who came to his senses first, shouted in time and freed the siege for the princess who was almost crying. The old dwarf almost kicked their **, drove the useless men back to the gun position one by one, and continued to prepare for firing.

Since the ammunition has been loaded, after obtaining the data, the gunners shook the crank to the specified position according to the operating manual, and then pulled out a thin iron wire from the interlayer of the cannon truck. They suddenly pierced from the fire door at the tail of the cannon, and made a big hole in the inside of the fire pocket. Next, they took out a small cloth bag, poured the ignition medicine into the fire door, and then waited for the fire to ignite.

The fastest group of gunners had just finished their work and were about to put the fire stick up, but Wahiri pushed it away. The old dwarf took off his corncob pipe from his mouth, pressed it hard towards the fire door, and shouted loudly: "Everyone is ready to fire!"

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

The moment the cannon was flickered out of the bore, the rumbling roar like thunder was thunderous in the red light flashing at the muzzle. The huge recoil shocked the cannon tube up and down, and also shocked many rookies to the ground. It was natural that there would not be the "neat gun sound" common in war novels here, but a rumbling sound came from the muzzle and the fire door. The dense black smoke rose in a mess and spread out quickly, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Then, dozens of scorching heavy iron balls, with huge kinetic energy and a momentum to destroy everything, rushed to the sky with a long scream. Under the gaze of everyone, they drew a parabola that was obviously too high, crossed the heads of the elves far away, and finally splashed a series of water columns on the water of Moon Lake, exploding several fish and shrimps in the water.

Embarrassing, embarrassing, silent, everyone was looking forward to it for a moment.

As for the Princess Oolongdi, her face turned red and she was as bright as camellia in bloom.

"...Uh, I'm really sorry. I haven't worked as a gunman for a while and my skills are a little unfamiliar... Otherwise, I'll calculate it again?"

"It's okay, Your Highness Princess, brothers understand your kindness very well. But..." Vahiri smiled bitterly and patted Azhisha's shoulder, stuffed his pipe back into his yellow teeth, "We should do the specific observation of the cannon! Your Highness is watching the battle with peace of mind."

"……Thanks."
Chapter completed!