At this moment, Jack inadvertently noticed that a black orc cavalry in his field of vision suddenly became shorter, and almost at the same time, a strong light burst out from there, and the broken shrapnel radiated to the surroundings with a strong light, illuminating the battlefield while also overturning the surrounding cavalry, and the scorching shrapnel easily tore the armor and embedded it in the body, blasting the black orc, who was still full of anger before, into a blur of flesh and blood, and screamed one after another and fell off the wolf's back and fell to the ground.
"Good job, little one," Yuri slapped his big hand on Jack's shoulder, grinning a big grin that was almost covered by his beard.
The first round of shelling is a common practice in night battles, but the flares used by artillery in night exercises in the past have been ineffective, either the light is not strong enough, or the continuous light is too short.
The only thing that met the requirements was the Spell Flashbang made by Mage Merlin with 2 rings of arcane "glitter dust", but the cost was too high and it could only be produced by arcane spellcasters, considering the mages' poor spell slots, it was impossible to achieve mass production unless they received funding from the Arcane Bank, and its high cost was an unbearable burden on the Koras army, which was strapped for military spending.
After Jack joined the Korras Artillery Brigade, he took the initiative to improve the flares, using alchemy to skillfully configure a new type of ammunition that could burst out of intense and long-lasting light without the help of magic, and at a relatively low cost.
Jack was also very satisfied with his "premiere", but he calmly reminded his partner: "Mr.
Yuri, the lighting is enough, and the next round will be replaced with regular shells." ” Yuri smiled and nodded, waving a new command.
The long-term and rigorous training paid off at this point, and most of the Artillerymen of the Kolas Army were rookies, but after the initial confusion caused by the nervousness, they entered the state, performing their duties as they did in daily training, skillfully cleaning the chambers, loading the shells, and correcting the shooting costs.
Only ten seconds after the first round of shelling, the high ground once again fired a hundred cannons, raining projectiles on the head, and the black orc's gorgeous bust and muscular body were as fragile as pieces of paper in front of the iron ball, which weighed no more than ten pounds, and was easily torn to pieces by the whistling cannonballs.
Even if the cannonball could not directly hit the enemy, it would not be wasted, and after touching the ground, it bounced and tumbled at high speed, plowing a series of flesh-and-blood ravines in the dense ranks of wolf cavalry, and those who touched it were either killed or injured, causing more damage than a direct hit.
On the opposite hill, Yakov and You Xian were stunned to see the artillery fire from the positions of the Kolas army, and the bullets rained down, blasting their charging team to the ground.
They are not the kind of hillbillies who have not seen the power of artillery, and there are also groups of fortresses and turrets around the base camp of the Dragon's Eye, but their understanding of artillery only stays at the level of defensive positions and bombardment of the city, and they never thought that this heavy weapon could play a leading role in field battles, let alone that these slow firing and poor accuracy of the curved guns are deployed in large numbers on the high ground and will cause such terrifying lethality.
This fully organized and well-trained artillery brigade has made the proud soldiers of the "Dragon's Eye" feel a tremendous strategic deterrence through just a few rounds of artillery bombardment.
Looking blankly at the black orc cavalry struggling under artillery fire, Yakov couldn't help but feel bitter frustration.
"I really miscalculated this time" Yakov had a premonition of defeat, but he was still reluctant to give the order to retreat at the first time, and hoped that the brave half-dragoons would break through the artillery blockade and rush into the Koras camp.
"Although the enemy's artillery fire is fierce, it also has the Achilles heel that it is neither able to bombard approaching targets nor convenient to move on the battlefield."
Yakov's tone was more like self-comfort, "As long as our knights break through the enemy line and the soldiers on both sides get into a scuffle, those cannons will become decorations, unless the enemy commander is ruthless enough to bombard the soldiers on both sides indiscriminately with artillery." ” "I guess that General Rudolph Kolas doesn't have that kind of courage."
Yushchenko thought for a moment and added, "Even if he is really ruthless, the artillery may not obey such a cruel order, and if this provokes the enemy to mutiny, it will be good news for our army." ” Yakov nodded, regaining his confidence.
However, he didn't seriously consider a key question: whether the black orc cavalry could brave the artillery fire to break through the tight defense line built by the Kolas army, he thought that it was not worth considering at all, the black orcs combined the excellent genes of dragons and orcs, and their combat talent was much stronger than those humans and dwarves on the opposite side, even according to the most conservative estimates, one black orc could easily kill ten human warriors, and as long as half of the five thousand cavalry broke through the artillery blockade and defeated the infantry phalanx of the Kolas army on the opposite side, there should be no suspense.
Once the enemy's defenses collapse, the heavy artillery on the high ground will not have time to move, and the weak artillery will be reduced to cattle slaughtered by the Black Orc cavalry, and all the artillery will become their own trophies.
However, the development of the war soon overturned Yakov's overly optimistic calculations.
The black orc warriors he trained himself were indeed fearless to death, and none of them flinched in braving artillery fire, but it was a pity that these wolves riding under the crotch of the half-dragon warriors had not received special training to charge on the battlefield under heavy artillery fire.
The rumbling roar almost broke the eardrums, the battlefield continued to rise columns of smoke, the ground under his feet seemed to be violently jolting, and watching his companions be cut off by shrapnel and flying blood, screaming and falling on the road of the charge, these magical beasts born in the Lucia Mountains and accustomed to cold weapons combat broke down one after another, regardless of the scolding of their masters on their backs, turned around and ran wildly with their tails between their legs.
"Damn brute, go back to me, go back," an angry black orc smacked the wolf under his crotch.
However, instinctive fear finally prevailed over the obedience of the acquired training, and the animal went berserk, rolled on the ground, threw its master, and pounced on him and bit him by the throat The Black Orc cavalry regiment, scattered by the artillery fire, struggled through the smoke of the battlefield, and finally approached less than a thousand horsemen within 100 yards of the Koras camp, half less than Yakov had expected.
Seeing his cronies who had followed him for many years fall off their mounts and blood-stained battlefields, and the black orcs who still insisted on charging the enemy army became more and more rare, Yakov's eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was bruised, and his clenched fists trembled violently.
He knows very well that he will pay more sacrifices to continue fighting, and it is wise to decisively withdraw his troops and stop losses, but he is not willing to give up, retreating is equivalent to failure, it is better to fight hard, and maybe there is hope to win a crushing victory, which is also miserable, and it is better to win than to lose.
Yakov thought so, but he didn't realize that he was already out of balance at the moment, like a gambler with a red eye
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