dognovel Chapter 330: Battle of Logronia
Chapter 330: Battle of Logronia
Following John's order, the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense and oppressive. Dozens of cannons were pushed out by the artillerymen like angry beasts.
The artillery officer stood at the front, his eyes firm and his body emitting an unquestionable majesty:
"Adjust the angle! Make sure every gun is pointing directly at the target!"
The artillerymen quickly and efficiently completed the order, tacitly adjusting the gun mounts to ensure that the muzzles were aimed at the walls of Logronia. Their minds were clear, and they knew the importance of every action. Then, the artillery officer issued a new order:
"Start loading the ammunition!"
There was a tense and urgent atmosphere in the air. The artillerymen carefully poured the gunpowder into the muzzle, making sure that every bit of gunpowder was in the right place, and then they loaded the heavy shells.
"Light the fuse, prepare to fire!" The artillery officer's order sounded like a battle horn. The artillerymen exchanged glances with each other, nervously but expectantly lighting the fuse with torches. The weak flames instantly turned into dancing flames, lighting the black fuse.
"Boom!" With a deafening sound of cannon fire, the shells shot out of the cannons like a tiger out of a cage, cutting through the air and heading straight for the distant city wall. The shells dragged a scorching trail in the air, as if they had condensed countless anger and power in an instant.
At the moment when the shells hit the city wall, the violent shock tore through the tranquility, and the roar was mixed with screams of fear. The Lana soldiers were defenseless on the city wall, and the shells hit the city wall with amazing power, and the debris flew everywhere. The soldiers were knocked down by the huge shock wave, and some unlucky ones were directly hit by the shells, leaving only half of their bodies lying on the city wall. As the Midland artillery continued to fire, screams came one after another, blood splattered, and the scene was horrible.
Berenguer stood on the watchtower of the city wall, his face solemn, his eyes fixed on the cannons roaring in the distance. The shells whizzed through the air with a suffocating force, and the city walls shook as if they were about to be shattered. Beside him, the soldiers looked nervous, running around, trying their best to find shelter.
"Get out of that way! Quick, sideways!"
Berenguer's voice was like a war drum, clear and powerful, penetrating the roar of the artillery. Every shelling seemed to tear at his heart, and although he knew that command was the top priority, his heart was still difficult to calm down.
The loss of gunpowder and shells in the warehouse made him fearful, and now he dared not fire rashly. Long-range shooting might provide the enemy with more targets, and once the artillery fire ran out, the Rogronia defenders would face greater danger.
"Everyone, keep your formation and don't panic!"
Berenguer encouraged the soldiers again. At this dangerous moment, he needed to show absolute determination and calmness. He knew that he still had more than 30,000 defenders. As long as they stayed in the city and followed orders, they would not have to fight the Midlan army head-on. They would eventually be able to force the enemy back.
“Our goal is to hold the wall.”
He continued firmly:
"As long as we don't leave the city to fight the enemy, we have a chance of winning. In this war, defense is our advantage."
The soldiers gradually calmed down, followed Berenguer's words, and began to cover themselves behind the city wall in an orderly manner, trying to avoid more damage from artillery fire. Berenguer looked around, silently calculating the time in his heart, hoping that reinforcements would arrive in time. As long as they could hold on, Logronia might still be able to reverse the situation in this battle.
John stood on a high place, staring at the city wall in the distance through the telescope. With the deafening sound of artillery fire, the Lana soldiers on the top of the city were panicked, and the chaotic scene made him feel a little refreshed.
At this moment, a scout rushed up, panting, his eyes anxious, and his whole body exuded a tense atmosphere.
"General!"
The scout was panting, his anxiety hard to conceal in his words.
"There's news from the south that a Lana army of tens of thousands of people is rushing towards Logronia at a rapid pace!"
John's heart tightened when he heard this, and he quickly retracted his gaze and turned to the scout.
"How far are they from here?"
John pressed, his voice filled with anxiety, he didn't expect the Lana people to send another army to support so quickly.
"According to our reconnaissance, they will be here in about an hour."
The scout responded with a serious look.
John frowned, and then quickly calculated the time. After thinking for a while, he ordered:
"Hold the artillery fire and order the troops to go around the south gate of the city. Also, send a scout to Fraso and ask him to bring his troops to support us."
At the same time, General Schneider rode on his horse, his eyes firmly fixed on the front, his heart filled with urgent determination. His army was marching towards Logronia along the rugged road. He had to evacuate southward with his army due to the flood, but he unexpectedly encountered support from various free cities and mercenary groups. Under his command, the two armies were combined, and Schneider could immediately command an army of about 50,000 people.
"Speed up! Hurry up!" Schneider shouted in the team, riding his horse through the soldiers, inspiring every soldier. He knew in his heart that the Midlanders must be besieging at this time, and any delay would put the city in a desperate situation.
As General Schneider's army gradually approached Logronia, his eyes finally caught the familiar outline of the city.
But as he got closer and closer to the city, he found that the Midland army had already lined up here, and the battle was particularly large. The artillery was neatly arranged in front of them, as if waiting for Schneider's arrival, just like a hunter patiently waiting for the prey to fall into the net. The muzzles flashed with cold light, and the heavy pressure kept approaching him, making him feel suffocated.
Schneider could not help but feel a great sense of crisis. Facing the Midlanders' powerful forces and firepower, he knew that if he charged, he would pay a heavy price. His fingertips trembled slightly as he imagined the possible scene before his eyes. Many soldiers would lose their lives in this battle.
But he knew that if Logronia fell, Leon would be the next city to fall.
"Pass the order down and form the formation!"
Schneider shouted the order, and the entire army stopped a mile away.
"Warriors who defend Lana!"
Schneider's voice was as loud as thunder.
"Today, we are about to face off against the Mitlan army! I promise you here that any soldier who kills or captures an enemy soldier will receive a gold coin as a reward! And those who can kill or capture a Mitlan officer will receive an even richer reward!"
After Schneider finished speaking, he asked the cavalrymen to pass on the rewards he mentioned while shuttling between the squares. The sensational effect was immediately apparent. The soldiers looked at each other, and excited whispers and heated discussions surged like a tide. Their eyes flashed with enthusiasm and desire, and a strong fighting spirit ignited in their hearts.
"Now, all troops, listen up and attack in formation!"
As Schneider shouted orders, the sonorous instructions echoed in the air like war drums.
"Come on!"
The soldiers shouted in unison and marched towards Midlan's camp in neat and powerful steps.
When the two sides were less than 500 meters away, the silence was suddenly broken by the deafening sound of artillery. Mitlan's artillery was like a roaring beast. The first shell landed accurately in the Lana phalanx and exploded instantly. The roar was intertwined with tragic screams, causing chaos. The soldiers who were hit lost half of their bodies in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere. As shells continued to fall into the Lana army's phalanx, the number of casualties also rose rapidly.
At this moment, a rapid and exciting horn sounded from behind the Lana army, which was the horn ordering the Lana people to charge. The officers of the infantry phalanxes responded quickly, and some even raised their swords and shouted at the Mitlan army opposite.
"Charge! For the Kingdom of Lana!"
Following the officers' orders, the pace of the Lana soldiers gradually quickened, and finally they surged towards the Midland front like a tide.
As Lana's soldiers closed the distance to Mitlan's army by 100 meters, the tense atmosphere on the battlefield became more intense. Mitlan's artillery quickly withdrew the remaining artillery and replaced them with soldiers holding shields, who quickly formed a solid shield formation.
Spears protruded from the gaps between the shields, and the sharp spear tips stabbed at the Lana soldiers charging towards them, exuding a chilling momentum. The Mitlan soldiers were in unison, responding to each other, forming an indestructible barrier.
At the same time, the archers in the Mitlan army also responded quickly, shooting arrows like raindrops, and the dark arrow feathers cut through the sky and headed straight for the formation of the Lana army. The arrows flashed in the air, like a rain of death. Accompanied by screams, the Lana soldiers who were shot fell one after another, and their lives were like erratic smoke, quietly dissipating in this bloody conflict.
After a brutal charge, the Lana soldiers finally approached the shield formation of Midlan. Blood splattered, swords and guns clashed, and the sound of weapons colliding and the shouts of soldiers intertwined. With their tenacious perseverance, the Lana soldiers tried their best to launch a fierce attack on the enemy. They were brave and fanatical, trying to tear open the defense line of Midlan.
At the same time, Berenger, who was standing on the city wall, couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the Lana reinforcements led by General Schneider finally arrived. But when he looked across the fierce battlefield, he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.
"If the 30,000 troops in our city go out and attack from the front and back with the Lana soldiers outside the city, the morale of the Midlan people will probably collapse due to the consumption!" Berenguer thought to himself.
After he felt that this plan was feasible, he quickly turned around, called the adjutant beside him, and issued an urgent order:
"Assemble the troops in the city immediately and prepare to attack! Make sure to raid the rear of the Midland army at the right time and encircle General Schneider's army!"
The adjutant responded immediately, ran quickly to the front-line soldiers, shouted orders, began to gather the soldiers, prepared their weapons, and prepared for the attack.
As the southern gate of Logronia opened, a large number of Lana soldiers poured out like a tide, and they rushed towards the defenseless Midlan army with confidence. Hope rose in Berenguer's heart, as if victory was just around the corner.
However, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. After feeling the threat of attack, the Midland army responded quickly. The infantry in the rear quickly formed a defense line and raised their shields to form a solid barrier.
Although the Lana soldiers were full of vigor when they charged, their morale was instantly frustrated when faced with the sudden shield formation. The Lana officers in charge had no choice but to order their soldiers to charge towards the Midlan shield formation.
When Berenguer saw this situation, he became extremely anxious.
"How could this be?"
He thought to himself, feeling uneasy. He had originally thought that he could attack from both sides, but he had never expected that Midland's ability to respond would be so fast.
"Order the archers to leave the city and shoot arrows at the Midlan army!"
Berenguer shouted commands, and then a large number of archers ran out from the city gate, drawing their bows and shooting arrows in the direction of the Midlan army.
The arrows then drew a graceful arc in the air and shot towards the Mitlan infantry formation, trying to use arrows to hit their morale. However, most of the arrows hit the shields, so the Mitlan infantry who were fighting with the Lana people did not suffer much damage.