vstars Chapter 325 Testing
Chapter 325 Testing
In the afterglow of dusk, the walls of Logronia stood tall, and the brick and stone battlements looked heavy and solemn.
On the city wall, the soldiers of the Lana Kingdom were busy and tense, and the gunners were moving the cannons quickly, ready to meet the approaching enemy. The soldiers' armor shone coldly in the breeze, and an uneasy atmosphere gradually filled the air.
In the distance, the camp of the Midlan army looked gloomy and huge under the setting sun. They had already arranged the artillery in an orderly manner, like a beast ready to attack.
"Hurry up, adjust the angle of the artillery."
Under the commander's orders, the gunners checked each artillery piece with serious expressions, like hunters waiting for prey.
"Get ready!" Lana's commander shouted loudly, his eyes fixed on the enemy outside the city, holding the battle flag tightly in his hand, as if to boost morale.
"fire!"
Along with a command, the cannons on the city wall let out a low and powerful roar, and the heavy shells rushed towards the Midland army like giant eagles soaring in the dark night, tearing through the air, falling to the ground, and splashing up bursts of mud.
The Mitlan army was not to be outdone, and at the commander's command, their artillery fire resounded through the sky, and the shells flew towards Logronia at an alarming speed. The shells hit the wall of Logronia hard, leaving a crater of moderate depth before falling into the moat below.
The exchange of artillery fire became the only melody at the moment, as if it was a ruthless struggle between the two forces on this land.
"Aim! Fire!" Under the commander's instructions, the Midland gunners quickly aimed at the city wall, and the shells rained down like raindrops, landing with a bang, instantly shaking the entire battlefield. The fire and smoke intertwined, the scene was like a nightmare from hell, and the dust and gravel raised by the artillery fire flew straight into the sky.
The soldiers on the city wall desperately controlled the artillery, and the cannon fire was continuous. The artillerymen had to shout to make others hear them.
At this time, the walls of Logronia turned into a steel fortress, enduring heavy fire from the enemy, as if proving to the world once again that the Kingdom of Lana would never surrender easily.
With the roar of artillery fire, the morale of the two armies burned more vigorously like the flames rising into the sky. On this battlefield, the sound of artillery echoed like thunder, shaking the souls of every participant.
"The battle was fierce."
Far away from the battlefield filled with smoke and deafening shouts of killing, John slowly put down the telescope in his hand.
At this time and place, there is a long distance from the fierce exchange of fire in front, and measured by the effective range of the artillery currently equipped by both sides, this distance is obviously far beyond their reach. Because of this, John can stand here with peace of mind, watching the various situations happening on the walls of Logronia in the distance without any scruples and intact.
Through the telescope, John discovered that there were numerous cannons densely placed on the walls of Logronia.
At the same time, under the fierce artillery attack from the Midland side, Lana's soldiers did not retreat at all, nor did they make the seemingly wise choice of evacuating the city wall. Instead, they showed amazing courage and tenacity, fearlessly operating their own artillery and bravely firing back at the enemy.
In addition to the artillery, John could also see the catapults on the towers. If he directly ordered the soldiers to attack the city, with the double coverage of artillery and catapults, it would be a blessing from the God of Light if they could reach the city wall.
On the other hand, although the range of the Mitlan army's artillery is slightly longer than that of the Lana people, so most of the Lana people's shells will not fall into the artillery positions, but from the current effect, the Mitlan artillery can only leave craters on the city wall or destroy the city walls that cover the soldiers. If you want to make a hole in the city wall, you may have to consume a huge amount of shells.
"Okay, order the troops to retreat."
As John's order was given, a melodious trumpet sounded, and as the flag bearers of each phalanx waved their flags, the Midlan army began to retreat in an orderly manner.
"The Midlanders have retreated!"
"We are victorious!"
The Lana soldiers on the city wall cheered. They hugged each other excitedly, with joyful smiles on their faces.
In the eyes of the Lana soldiers, it was they who operated the artillery on the city wall and risked their lives to fire at the Midlan positions and forced them to retreat.
On the roof of a tower that soared into the sky, General Schneider was holding the wooden railing with his hands, looking solemnly at the Midland army that was gradually disappearing at the end of his sight. At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts, as if the departing army had taken away the peace and tranquility in his heart.
He knew that the bombardment from Midland was no accident, it was just a tentative attack. However, what worried him was that after the bombardment, the Midland people chose to retreat without hesitation. This action made him realize that the enemy obviously did not intend to directly attack the extremely solid walls of Logronia.
General Schneider frowned, thinking about the real intentions of the Midlanders and the possible actions they might take next. He knew that if he could not accurately predict the enemy's strategic deployment, given the style of John, the Midland commander, he would be in an extremely passive situation. Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a deep anxiety rising in his heart, like a heavy cloud pressing down on him and making him a little breathless.
On the way back to the camp, John was also thinking about how to capture the fortress city of Logronia. Judging from the current situation, it seems that there is no other plan except a sneak attack.
He thought about having a team of soldiers climb up the city wall with ropes at night and then open the door from the inside to lead the Midlan army over. However, considering the 20 to 30-meter-high city wall opposite and the soldiers patrolling constantly on it, he had to give up.
"How about digging a tunnel to connect to the drainage channel on the other side? I just don't know when it can be completed."
Before he knew it, John looked up and found that the sky was gradually getting gloomy. Soon a few raindrops fell, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and dense raindrops poured down, forming a white rain curtain. The rain hit the ground violently, splashing water. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of water curtain, and even John's vision became blurred.
At this moment, Fraso, the commander of the Midland National Army, came to John and held an umbrella for him.
"Sir, the rainy season has arrived. It's best to take a carriage or bring an umbrella when you go out. It rains almost every day in the southwest peninsula when the rainy season arrives."
Hearing this, John didn't care at first, thinking it was just his subordinates trying to please his boss, but suddenly, John thought of something and asked:
"What do you think the rainy season is like in the southwest peninsula?"
"Once the rainy season arrives, it rains almost every day. And places near rivers are prone to flooding."
Frasso responded truthfully.
John listened, gazing steadily at the river leading to Logronia. At this moment, a careful plan was quietly brewing in his mind.