The first ray of sunshine in the morning illuminates the gray-yellow desert through the thin red clouds layered on the sky.

The sharp sound of short horns awakened all the soldiers of all races who were still sleeping. Then, the smoke rose one after another between the vast camp tents, and the rich fragrance of milk tea and porridge gradually drifted from the fire.

The chiefs, thousand households, hundred households and other nobles of various tribes woke up from the drunkenness of the feast last night. With the help of Shi Cheng, they put on their clothes and armor, sat in their tents, enjoying milk tea, sweet wine, freshly baked bread and spice-free roasted lamb. The knights and regular infantry also lined up in a long line in an orderly manner to receive hard bread and thick barley porridge from the chefs. Since it was breakfast before the battle, it was necessary to ensure physical strength, so everyone could also get an extra piece of fat bacon and a cup of refreshing and blood-energizing soybean wine.

As for those prisoners of war who were preparing to serve as cannon fodder, they were also lucky enough to get a full meal and a chef who followed the army to set up a big pot, collecting spoiled bacon, clumped and spotted flour, moldy and sprouted potatoes and wheat grains, throw them all in, mix them with water and boil them into a pot of dry stuff... If this kind of thing is not investigated, the smell can provoke a little bit of food.

It is rare to get a warm and full meal, which makes these down-and-out people smile a little, as if they don’t know that the bloody battle that is about to happen will cause a large part of them to die at the city, and they are destined to be unable to smell the fragrance of supper again.

In the city of Fanxuan, Major General Heijima, who currently has the highest military rank in the city, also brought more than a thousand soldiers of the Naiseriel Empire who were temporarily under his jurisdiction, and thousands of local people. He hurriedly used a little bread, porridge and other simple breakfasts, and prepared to deal with the enemy's attack.

Looking down from the city wall, the strength of both sides was disproportionate.

The camps and tents of the 40,000 troops were covered with the arid wilderness outside the valley. Under the flags like forests, swords and armor emitted a shining cold light like iron streams. The artillery positions protected by tunnels and earthen walls were directly set up to the edge of the moat! The large-caliber siege mortars that were lying like giant beasts were enough to easily knock down any city wall without spell protection!

But the city is full of old, weak, sick and disabled, and sticks and bricks are all in battle. Although everyone's face is firm, their eyes are full of despair.

This is really not the Nairier person in my mind! Major General Kuroshima Ren couldn't help but sigh.

In the imagination of the Japanese Shaodian, or in the news propaganda of the contemporary world, the Naserel Empire, which dominates the world, should generally have such a vast territory, magnificent buildings, floating cities that soar in the clear sky, fleets and legions that cover the sky, protracted wars and conquests, elite soldiers armed to the teeth, arrogant and powerful arcane masters, and astronomical wealth.

In five hundred years, this magic empire that has revived again, started from a lonely floating city and 20,000 remnants. After countless brilliant and violent battles, as well as long and patient colonization, it finally swept the West and rushed to the world, defeated one tenacious or cunning opponent after another, and became the supreme overlord who ruled the planet.

However, in this desert city-state that claims to be a survivor, all the above-mentioned overlord style "he did not see at all~there are indeed many magnificent buildings, but unfortunately they were already ruined, and the exquisite relief decorative panels were stolen, leaving only an ugly pothole; the citizens were ragged and could not even eat, and the days of the veterans and powerful were not much better, let alone wealth; arcanes, priests and druids and other spellcasters."

It is said that a small number of legacy from the prosperity era remained, but after the magic net collapsed, all of these people escaped, leaving only the Queen, the magic apprentice, and the mastermind of the lich king in the secret room of the dungeon.

As for the elite soldiers armed to the teeth, they were completely gone in Fanxuan City.

Even the only professional army was destroyed in the outpost battle of Salt Lake Fort.

The most disciplined and decent unit in the city is actually the more than a thousand light infantrymen of the Xiangrui Envoy Regiment.

Some more important and more significant differences are reflected in the expressions and mentality of the residents of Fanxuan City. There is no way to see the heroic spirit of the citizens of great powers to guide the world. There is only the helplessness and despair of the people who are just passing by and out of the streets...

In today's situation, the seemingly tall and thick city walls of Poxuan City cannot actually bring much protection to the defenders. This medieval high wall was originally designed to resist artillery bombardment. Now there is no additive effect of protective magic, and bricks, stones, and rammed earth are gradually falling as time goes by, making everyone standing on it feel like they are feeling irritated.

Therefore, after a brief hesitation, Major General Kuroshima Hito ordered the withdrawal of most of the garrison troops at the top of the city, leaving only a few old and weak posts to explore the city wall to monitor the enemy's movements, while the main force shrank in the idle house behind the city wall, preparing to fight a counterattack after the city wall was lost.

No matter how long the subsequent street battle will last, the sad situation where Poxuan City was destined to be destroyed on the first day of the battle has become a common default fact before the war...

One, one part~ the dividing line is one by one, and the sky is rotated, and the countries are fighting.

They didn't even have time to sleep on the shop, and they robbed each other and plundered each other.

The world is turning around and the countries are attacking.

They didn't even have time to sleep in bed, fighting each other and killing each other.

There is no time to think, only to do your best.

There is no escape, only charge and fight.

A long and desolate battle song came from the formation of the Tukan army in the rising summer.

Prince Heda Huli, who was awakened by the hangover, was surrounded by everyone, riding on a tall horse. He visited the soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield for the last time, and waved the whip in his hands and shouted loudly to the generals: "...You must all shoot the enemy as powerful as the arrows shot out. One day, the whole world will be our ranch!"

And all the generals and chiefs bowed their heads respectfully, crawled in the dust, and listened to the lectures with the most pious etiquette.

Next, with a dull noise coming out of the team, the huge team covering the entire wilderness suddenly surged upward like a black wave. It was like a rock, moving slowly and calmly towards Poxuan City!

Looking at the enemy troops surging like a dark tide outside the city, listening to the sounds of the waves that hit the other side, a disaster atmosphere that seemed to be the arrival of the doomsday suddenly filled the city. The uncontrollable tension began to spread on every street in the city.

Even no matter how dull the people are, they can feel extremely clearly that the faces of the citizens around them who have just picked up their weapons are filled with uncontrollable tension, chaos and panic. Even veterans who have been through the battlefield can't help but tremble slightly because of the terrible momentum of the enemy. As for more people, they have already begun to tremble all over and even throw down their weapons in panic.

Faced with the chaos on the eve of the war, a middle-aged veteran with a beard raised his scepter with some dissatisfaction, knocked on the stone steps at his feet, signaling everyone to calm down, and then shouted in a loud voice: "...Staste! Citizens! Stay! Are you willing to shamelessly put down your weapons, crouch in the corner and cry, so that the whole family will be slaughtered like lambs? Or take our weapons to fight for your life and freedom?" His voice was not very majestic, but full of infectiousness, "...Don't forget, we are glorious Neserels!" Under the repeated scolding and reminders of the Senate Theron, the crowd gathered on the street finally restored order slightly.

As the temporary commander, Hitomi Kuroshima was slightly relieved when he saw this, and turned around and walked towards the tower with his sword in his arms. He planned to observe the progress of the enemy... However, he had just taken a step and had not yet walked near the city wall, when he suddenly felt the earth tremble. He looked up in wonder. He suddenly saw a thick white smoke rising slowly on the other side of the city wall, as if countless monsters were about to pounce on him!

Then, before Kirishima's mind could make a judgment, a huge noise from the mountain shaking the ground came to his face, not only making a whimpering sound in his ears, the trembling ground made him weak, unable to stand steadily, and almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, the terrifying sound was still spreading in a more violent tremor, causing every disrepaired building in the city to sway violently. The seemingly tall and thick city wall in front of it even distorted and cracked in the vibration. Countless earth and stones fell to the ground in graciously, and several sentries left behind at the city actually fell backwards to the ground with blood and blood, and fell into a pile of meat on the street!

...This situation is... the enemy's shelling began?

This thought suddenly flashed through Hitoshiro Kuroshima's mind, causing him to quickly wake up from the chaos, then shook the dust on his body and quickly ran towards the city wall ahead. It was also until this time that the citizens gradually got rid of the shock and lost sounds, and screamed and cried out in scattered screams. Due to lack of defense experience in this area, many people hiding in abandoned houses on both sides of the street and preparing to fight against the enemy were hit by the gravel and rubble from the building during the first round of artillery attacks, and their heads were bleeding and rolled into the dust...

However, the tragedy in front of the city that is about to encounter is just now just now. Before Major General Ichijimashima had time to run under the wall, the second round of artillery bombardment was already hit by the shocking rumble!

The rammed earth city wall, which has been disrepair for a long time and has been eroded by wind and sand, obviously cannot withstand such continuous blows. In Major General Heijima Ren's eyes, the city wall in front of him was like a soft milk grid, gradually tilting and cracking... Then, a vague little black ball with countless debris squeezed out the twisted wall, fell into the streets of the city along the parabola, and disappeared into a crowded crowd!

In an instant, blood rains and waves were flying, and screams of despair were heard among the citizens farther away.

As soon as the second round of artillery bombardment was just a collapse of a large triangular hole!
Chapter completed!