The city is besieged, people outside the city want to go in, but no one knows what the people in the city think... but they definitely don't want people outside the city to come in.

After weeks of attrition, Winters stepped into the land in the city wall for the first time.

I didn't encounter enemies, nor did I step on the trap. The soil under my feet was very muddy, with red liquid seeping.

The minced flesh was everywhere, and the six-wheeled grenades not only destroyed the spirit of the Tanirians, but also destroyed their bodies.

The Venetta soldiers who rushed into the gap killed all the alive Tanirians - they could not have survived, and a rapid death was a special kind of kindness.

As Lieutenant Colonel Vobon estimated, the defenders filled the thick mounds of soil behind the city walls. However, not all the walls were reinforced like this, and it seemed that there were mounds of soil only at the locations where they were bombarded.

The low and simple wooden shacks loomed in the sea fog, and the familiar buildings made Winters feel like he was returning to his hometown.

The slums here are no different from those in the sea blue slums. Poor miners set up bare houses behind the city walls.

Many wooden houses have been demolished, and it is not difficult to imagine as harem wood. More board houses should be outside the city walls, but those houses were cleaned up long before the arrival of the Vinetta people.

Some low bungalows were lit by other troops attacking the city walls, and the smoke produced by the damp wood burned further reduced visibility.

Winters could no longer see where Lieutenant Juan was, but he could vaguely see the golden lion flag on the red bottom. The Juan Hundreds did not advance towards the city area, but began to attack towards the city gate along the base of the city wall.

Don Juan rushed towards the city wall like crazy. Major Moritz and his spellcasters could not catch up with him no matter what. He saw that the golden lion flag in front of him was almost disappearing in the fog.

"Be careful! Don't get separated! The Tanirians are not surrendering so easily!" Moritz, who was leading the way in the front, said in a deep voice to the casters without looking back.

Several lieutenants drew their swords in their hands, and they were less than one step away from each other, moving forward in the heavy fog with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Winters almost tripped by the corpse several times, and the heavy sea fog seemed extremely strange, and there were countless enemies hidden in it.

Second Lieutenant Pisani suggested: "Let us work together to blow away the mist with the wind control technique!"

"Save some magic!" the major replied coldly.

At this time, Winters clearly heard the sound of broken footsteps from the front right, and some special sound... the collision sound of various parts of the armor running.

"Enemy attack!" Winters immediately shouted to warn.

The Venetta soldiers in front also noticed something strange, but they were not sure of their enemies and friends. Several soldiers asked, "Who is it?! Command?!"

The answer was only a few arrows shot in the sound, and a small group of Union soldiers rushed out of the thick fog in the narrow alley of the slums and crashed into the queue of Venetta soldiers.

"Enemy attack!"

"There's a Tani!"

First, there were a few shouts, and then the battlefield fell into some terrible silence.

This quietness is not the silence in the strict sense. The sound of gunfire comes from afar, and the dying soldiers beside them are crying, but apart from these white noises, they can only hear the crisp sound of weapons colliding and the terrifying sound of weapons entering the human body.

The Venetta and Tanirians who were fighting desperately could not make any sound in their throats. They bit their upper and lower teeth tightly, their muscles tightly, and even their brains almost lost their ability to think. They were slashing and killing each other with instinct.

Moritz said nothing and entered the battle group directly.

Obviously, if the enemies in front of him cannot be solved, Moritz's team would not be able to escape. Although he had deviated from his original mission, Winters and other lieutenants could only kill the Tanirians first.

With the assistance of this team of officers with outstanding combat power, the Tanirians, who had the advantage of the raid, not only failed to defeat the Juan Hundreds, but were killed by the Venettas and retreated step by step.

However, the fighting here attracted more Union soldiers in the slums. Before the Second Lieutenant Don Juan could turn back to support, another team of enemies had already collided with Lieutenant Juan's front team.

Just as the enemy in front of Moritz and others fled back to the slum in a hurry, another team of Tanirian soldiers came from behind.

Moritz immediately took over the command of the back team and shouted: "Go and Juan!"

The soldiers could not recognize his identity, but subconsciously obeyed his orders. The back team of Juan Hundreds fought and retreated, moving closer to the direction of the Golden Lion Flag.

But at the same time, many figures appeared on the roof of the slums, followed by bows and crossbows. The defenders climbed up to the boardroom and began to shoot at the uncovered Vineta people.

The Venetta people pushed each other to avoid arrows, and their organizational levels were about to collapse.

Moritz returned, and steel cones flew out from his left hand. Winters then realized that the combat power that the major had shown in front of him was far from his limit. When he let him kill without reservation, his heart made of iron stone would tremble.

The Federation crossbowman on the board room was cleared in the blink of an eye. In order to ensure that Moritz was killed, he punched two steel cones at everyone. The Federation crossbowman who was hit in the eyebrows splashed his brain and did not even have time to scream. He died on the spot without any pain.

In the eyes of the Tanirians who couldn't see clearly what Moritz did, the man in front of him would die suddenly on the spot as long as he reached out to him.

Only the devil has this ability. The Union soldiers who reacted were shouting in horror, "Devil! Devil!" and rolled and crawled towards the depths of the slums.

The other lieutenants outside Winters then understood why some people said that the slightly thin and casual man in front of him was the strongest magical combat power in the army.

With this ultimate in flying arrow technology, even packing other people together is not enough to deal with Moritz.

"Catch it?" someone asked the major.

"Don't chase!" Moritz replied firmly: "Go and meet with the front team!"

Moritz and others followed Lieutenant Juan to the city gate. The casters disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers and killed any enemy who tried to approach Don Juan on the spot.

During this period, they did not see any other signal flares. Second Lieutenant Juan's 100-man team cooperated with the troops attacking from Triangle Fort to defeat the defenders of the city gate and quickly captured the city gate of Tacheng.

The whole process was so smooth that it made the spellcaster officers feel a little uneasy.

But the battle between the magicians is so bizarre that the corpse cannot speak. It is very likely that Moritz and others cannot kill an enemy magician, or they may have killed all the enemies magicians.

The enemy is dead, and all this can no longer be verified. The casters can only endure the uneasiness and continue to stay by the side of Don Juan.

The sky has begun to brighten, the sun is getting higher and higher, and the fog is gradually dispelled by the sunlight.

After more than two hours of fierce battle, Tower City suddenly became quiet, and Winters could only hear the occasional sound of gunfire and the moans of the dying people from afar.

The casters, like ordinary soldiers of the Juan Hundred, collapsed to the ground like dead people. It was they who acted as arrows and tips that the Juan Hundreds could capture the city gates guarded by heavy troops so quickly.

The golden lion flag was roaring on the city gate, but the tired Venetta no longer had the energy to continue the attack.

When the fog completely dissipated, everything in front of us made the most determined Vineta feel a little desperate.

Winters heard the sentry crying, and he didn't understand what was going on until he stood up to the top of the city and looked out.

Not far away, a wall of dirt made of soil wrapped the "Earl Tower" of Tower City, and the flag of the Tanirian Federation was still inserted on the castle.

William Kidd built another wall within the city wall, and the Tanirians still did not give up on resistance, and the battle was not over.

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For this general attack, the Venetta people used nine brigades - nine fully organized brigades.

The two legions have only twenty brigades in total, not to mention that many of them have lost their troops and generals in the siege.

What the top leaders of the Venetta Army wanted was a final decision, but the Tanirians were tough and outrageous.

This is the helplessness of being in this era. Tactical attack overwhelms defense, but strategic defense overwhelms attack.

Even if a troops who are good at fighting, they can only turn war into endless digital exchanges when encountering strong fortifications and tenacious defenders.

Thirty years ago, the Sennas coalition used dozens of fortified towns to drag the Duke of Arlene to death and forced the emperor to join the emperor. But today, other people used this trick on themselves, and all the officers Venetta felt uncomfortable.

"Fight! Keep fighting!" Leiden punched the table at the military command meeting: "We die, but Tani won't die? [Virtual swear words]! Keep fighting! It depends on who can hold on to his last breath!"

Leiden's anger could almost make the air burn, but the school officials participating in the conference did not react. The brigade commanders avoided Leiden's sight and lowered their heads silently.

The nine brigades in charge of the general attack today have been exhausted, and many brigades have even suffered more than 30% of the soldiers. It is a miracle that the morale of the troops has not yet collapsed.

In normal times, we have to praise the military management method. However, now these brigade commanders do not speak because they are stingy with the lives of soldiers, but because they clearly know that their brigade has reached its limit. Continue to forcibly drive the soldiers to attack the city, they may mutiny on the spot.

The other commanders of the brigade who did not participate in today's attack were also silent. No one knew what they were thinking... Perhaps it was the fierce battle today that made them feel a little palpitation.

"General Leiden is right. The victory of the battle depends on which side can hold on for one more minute." The commander of the Serbiati legion said coldly with a dark face: "No matter how much blood we shed, William Kidd's people will only shed more. We cannot give the Tanirians a chance to breathe. I don't need to tell you more about this principle. To this extent, it depends on who is more heartless and cruel. Even if we go to hell, it doesn't matter. As long as we can send William Kidd first! Are you... not as good as the pirates and slave traders under William Kid?"

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually heated up as Major General Serbiati's words. The school officials gasped, clenched their fists, and looked at the two legion commanders.

"Never rest, siege the city overnight tonight! I want William Kidd to not even have time to pee." Major General Serbiati did not discuss with Layton in advance for the first time. Qian Gang issued an order to the two legions: "There is no need to keep the reserve team. The four brigades of the reserve team are the main attackers! Report your 100-man teams with combat power, and form a temporary brigade to be responsible for the second wave of attacks. Take action now! Within an hour, I will hear the whistle of the charge! I can't hear you four brigades killing you!"

Leiden, who was standing beside him, was shocked by this, but he still held back and said nothing. The school officials discovered that General Antonio Serbiati, who seemed more rational, might be the crazier among the two legion commanders.

Since the beginning of the siege of Tacheng, the Venetta army maintained four reserve teams of full brigades at any time. This reserve team was never prepared to commit to the siege, but was used to guard against possible Federation reinforcements.

War cannot expect the enemy's failure. Putting four brigades of reserve teams into the attack city means that the two legions are already burning their way.

If the Vinetta Navy is omission, even if a small joint reinforcements land on the Chisulphur Port, it will be a disaster for the Great Vinetta Legion and the Saint Mark's Legion.

But the Legion Commander had made up his mind to spare no expense, and the others just needed to obey.

The numbers of the Centuries with the remaining combat power were quickly gathered, and the Centuries of Ensign Dom Juan were listed.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Conte! You bring a temporary brigade!" Leiden pointed to a school officer, and then clicked another person: "Felder! You bring one too! And..."

"Legislative Commander..." Someone interrupted Layton and reminded with difficulty: "...Lieutenant Colonel Field, died this morning."

This was the fifth time that the parchment in Layton's hand fell to the ground.

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Winters and Moritz stood silently facing Lieutenant Colonel Field's body.

The lieutenant colonel's face was covered by the military flag, but he could no longer breathe.

"Lieutenant Colonel Field is gone, he will never talk to me again, laugh, horse racing...has he just disappeared like this?" Winters felt breathless.

"Let's go." Moritz pulled Winters away: "This is just Field's body, not Field."

The first red flare came from Lieutenant Colonel Field, and the second red flare came from another dead Lieutenant Colonel Peterlake.

When Moritz and Winters arrived under the second red signal flare, the mysterious magician in the city had already killed Lieutenant Colonel Peterlake and most of the witnesses, and escaped into the mist.

"If we..." Winters' eyes were a little hot: "...If we could arrive in time, wouldn't it be..."

"Don't think of this kind of thing! Don't even have a little such thought!" Moritz glared with his eyes, grabbed Winters' shoulder hard, and scolded sternly: "You, I, Field, we will all die, it's just a matter of time. Field is dead, and some of us die with him. But he doesn't hurt, no regret, or sad, no matter how you think, it won't affect him. Do you understand? Don't feel guilty for the dead, it's just that the living is self-satisfied, there is no need for this."

Three school officials were killed in today's siege. The causes of death were all caused by broken organs, heavy bleeding in their bodies, autopsy conclusions, on-site investigations and testimony all pointed to the hidden magician.

The strategy of countering enemy magicians with a highly mobile caster squad has proven to be a complete failure.

However, the Joint Command also found that the use of elite spellcasters as attacking the tip of the knife was amazing.

That afternoon, Moritz and nine other spellcasters received new orders.
Chapter completed!