When Ackerman led his troops to Far Ash Hills, it had already become a battlefield filled with blood and fire.
The enemy relied on the hilly terrain and set up three layers of defense from low to high, with a large number of bunkers, trenches and tunnels built on each layer.
The sound of thousands of muskets firing simultaneously created a deafening roar; the smoke from the muzzles gathered together, enveloping the entire battlefield in mist.
Tortoise-type shotguns, snake-type cannons, eagle-type short-barreled cannons, and even lion-type mortars were positioned behind each bunker, unleashing a storm of steel upon the troops below the mountain.
Two columns from the Dragon Kingdom's expeditionary force had broken through the first line of defense, but were blocked at the gate by the second line of defense.
Randall, who had just entered the battlefield, held up his shield and protected Ackerman behind him, leading his squad into the first line of defense's cover.
Upon entering the bunker, the group saw an orc commander clad in dragon bones, surrounded by hundreds of Crusader soldiers, sitting down behind a pile of earth and rocks, loudly cursing everything around him.
“You are the commander of the 11th Column…” Ackerman squatted down next to the orc, looking at the latter’s lower body, and couldn’t help but gasp.
The upper body, protected by the dragon bones, appeared normal, but the orc's lower body, from the knees to the feet, was riddled with metal fragments and debris from the explosion.
The orc commander pounded the ground beside him and roared angrily, "Just half an hour ago, I led my troops and was about to break through their second line of defense. If it weren't for that bunch of damned landmines!"
Randall poked his head out of the trench and glanced out quickly, but the bullets and shells flying everywhere made him pull his head back in.
"Did those lunatics in the Southern Empire sell all the country's firearms to the church?!" Randall shouted, brushing the dust off his clothes. "The firepower here is stronger than all the enemy forces we've encountered before combined!"
Ackerman nudged Randall's arm, gesturing for him to look up at the sky.
The three Valkyries rode griffins, circling in the sky, seemingly searching for targets to drop their bombs on.
Finally, a Valkyrie commanded a griffin to swoop down at a large bunker on the ground.
When the griffin was still nearly 100 meters above the ground, all the spores beneath it were released, raining down on the enemy's position.
The series of massive explosions shook the entire mountain, and intense white light filled the earth, turning everything in the world snow-white.
As the effects of the explosion gradually subsided, Ackerman, his ears ringing and eyes blurry, crawled to the edge of the trench and asked, "How was it? Did they blow up the bunker?"
Randall observed carefully for a while, then shook his head in disappointment: "Spore air strikes can use dazzling light and impact to temporarily disable the enemy's positions, but unless they hit directly on top of the bunkers, it is difficult to blow open these solid stone bunkers that are several meters thick."
Ackerman waited for the smoke to clear and found several huge craters, each more than ten meters in diameter, on the position. However, due to a problem with accuracy, only a small part of the bunker complex was destroyed by the impact, and it did not suffer a devastating blow.
"The surface of the spore parasite is a tough biological leather. Apart from a small amount of cartilage and muscle, the body is mostly composed of alveolar-like sacs filled with an explosive, liquefied liquid similar to nitroglycerin."
Joonella's remarks caused Randall and Ackerman to exchange a puzzled glance.
Ackerman opened his eyes wide and asked, "So what?"
Joonella looked at the two remaining Valkyries still circling in the sky and said, "The physiological characteristics of spores mean that when they are thrown from high altitudes, they will experience significant accuracy deviations due to the influence of wind and fluid. Therefore, spores are generally used to deal with enemy forces that are densely packed or lightly armored..."
Randall interrupted Joonella: "I'll explain the principles later. Just tell me directly, in this situation, how do we deal with the enemy's defenses?"
There are three ways.
"The first method is to use the alien warship that the kingdom is stationed in the southern sea to blow up these bunkers with its electromagnetic cannon..."
Ackerman exclaimed eagerly, "Great! What are you waiting for? Contact them right away!"
Joonella rolled her eyes at him: "Range. The Far Ember Hills are far from the coast, beyond the range of the electromagnetic cannon."
Ackerman, looking annoyed, said, "Don't bring up things you can't do."
“Then I’ll suggest a second method. The Valkyrie can improve accuracy by lowering the bomb’s throwing height, but…”
Before Joonella could finish speaking, as if to prove his point, the second Valkyrie in the air began to swoop down, heading straight for the bunker of the second line of defense.
As the altitude decreased, the Valkyrie still did not give the order to drop the bomb. To everyone's astonishment, the griffin plummeted toward the ground like a shooting star.
Joonella grabbed her hair: "After the attack just now, the enemy will definitely be on guard against the air, so dropping bombs at low altitude at this time... is tantamount to suicide."
Fifty meters above the ground, gunfire erupted again from the bunker, countless bullets shooting into the air.
With a mournful cry, the griffin, riddled with bullets, could no longer flap its wings and stumbled to the ground, its feathers and blood scattering in the air.
The Valkyrie, adorned with a feathered crown, drew her longsword with one hand and stroked her mount with the other. With a resolute expression, she mustered all her strength and shouted out an ancient vow.
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