Chapter 648: The Greenskins’ Strange Tactics
Just as the steam locomotive carrying the gods of the original domain and the two leaders of Olengard was heading towards the center, the border south of Olengard was already shrouded in war clouds.
Inside the tent, the captain looked at the battle report in front of him with a serious expression. After reading it, he slowly put the report back on the table and looked at his adjutant with a sharp gaze.
"You mean... those greenskins were provoked by something and gave up the confrontation and suddenly started a war?"
"Yes, Captain..." The adjutant nodded in response, but his expression was strange, "And what's strange is that those greenskins didn't wear armor when they attacked..."
"This is different from before. You know, after the greenskins learned our technology a few years ago, every time they harassed the border of Olungard, they used soldiers wearing armor."
"Use your flesh and blood to block our steam cannon?" The captain frowned and fell into deep thought.
"If I remember correctly, those greenskins were not very smart at first, but they suddenly became smart after eating the goblins. This inexplicable change does not conform to the science of steam... Could it be a special power? Or is it magic similar to the Dream Forest?"
"If it's magic or supernatural power..." The captain raised his head suddenly and stared at the adjutant, which made the adjutant feel uneasy. Then he slowly said, "You say... Is it possible that the other party has mastered some kind of bloody magic or blood sacrifice power, and can use special means to break our defense line?"
"This..." The adjutant relaxed a little when he saw that the captain had no intention of doing anything bad to him, but when he heard this question, his heart became anxious again.
"It's unlikely... After all, it's been so many years. If the other party really has such a secret technique, he should have used it long ago. After all, if this special ability is not used, wouldn't it be useless?"
"It's also possible that those greenskins want to take this opportunity to defeat the entire southern defense line in one fell swoop." As soon as the captain finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became cold, "Pass on my order, open fire at all costs, and blow those greenskins into slag, leaving no one alive!"
"As long as they are all dead, any trouble that may arise will be solved by itself!"
If you can’t solve the problem, can’t you solve the person who created the problem?
"Yes!" The adjutant immediately straightened up and responded with a standard military salute.
……
Boom boom boom! …
Under the skillful operation of the artillerymen, the steam cannons roared at the Laurent greenskins charging from the south.
The muzzle spewed out dazzling tongues of fire, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the shells shot out like meteors and exploded among the greenskins.
The greenskins rushed towards the tall walls of Olungard like a tide. They abandoned their armor, revealing their rough green skin, and let out strange roars, with madness and determination in their eyes. The first round of artillery fire fell, instantly tearing huge holes in the greenskin formation.
The powerful impact force generated by the explosion of the shells threw the bodies of the greenskins high into the air, and the broken limbs and arms mixed with mud and blood fell like raindrops.
Some greenskins were hit directly by the shells, their bodies turned into powder in an instant, leaving only a bloody mist; others were hit by shrapnel, fell down screaming, and struggled in pain on the ground.
"Load ammunition and prepare for the second round of volleys!" A young officer stood on the city wall, holding a telescope and shouting commands loudly.
His voice sounded a little thin amid the roar of artillery fire, but the soldiers could hear his firm tone clearly.
The soldiers were well-trained and acted quickly.
Some soldiers set up steam rifles and began to fire in bursts at the surviving greenskins who were approaching the city walls.
The artillerymen were busy around the steam cannon. The heavy shells were lifted laboriously, loaded into the barrel, and then the angle was adjusted and the direction was calibrated.
A second round of shelling followed, more violent than the first.
The greenskins' charging team was smashed to pieces by this round of artillery fire.
There was a guy who looked like a greenskin leader. He was extremely tall, much taller than his fellows. He was waving a huge axe in his hand, trying to boost morale, but a cannonball exploded next to him. The huge impact force threw him several feet away, and the huge axe in his hand also flew out of his hand and stuck deeply into the soil.
It fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, its limbs twitching, and the light in its eyes gradually dimmed.
A soldier saw this scene and without hesitation aimed his long-range steam sniper rifle at the dying guy.
There was only a loud "bang" sound, like a sudden thunderclap out of nowhere. The crisp and deadly gunshot cut through the sky and whizzed towards the target.
In an instant, the sniper bullet rushed away at an astonishing speed like a flash of lightning.
The bullet hit the unfortunate guy's head instantly with unparalleled power and accuracy.
Just like a cannonball hitting a ripe watermelon, its head exploded with a "pop"!
For a moment, scarlet blood splattered everywhere, as if a bloody rain was pouring down. The bright red liquid drew shocking arcs in the air, and then fell to the ground.
Re-shooting... is a must-have instruction for every Orengard soldier when going to the battlefield.
After making sure that the unlucky guy had been killed by him, the soldier immediately changed the bullet and adjusted the muzzle of the gun to aim at another "unlucky guy".
On the battlefield, the wailing of the greenskins rose and fell, resounding through the sky.
The wounded greenskins rolled on the ground, calling out the names of their companions, but the only response they got was the roar of artillery fire and their companions' desperate screams.
Some greenskins had their legs blown off by artillery shells. They could only support their bodies with their hands and crawl on the ground with difficulty, leaving a trail of shocking blood behind them.
"Increase the firepower and don't let them get close to the city wall!" The officer continued to give orders, his voice a little hoarse due to excitement.
The soldiers gritted their teeth and concentrated on operating the steam cannon.
Sweat soaked their backs, but they did not slack off at all. Every time a shell was fired, the earth trembled and the greenskins screamed.
As time went on, the greenskins' charge momentum gradually weakened. Their team became chaotic, and the original neat charge formation was no longer there.
Some greenskins began to feel frightened and turned around to flee.
However, behind them was relentless artillery fire, with shells constantly exploding among the fleeing troops, further exacerbating the chaos and panic.
"They are trying to escape, concentrate your firepower and hit them hard!" The officer keenly noticed the signs of the greenskins' defeat and immediately gave the order to pursue them.
The muzzle of the steam cannon turned and fired fiercely at the fleeing greenskins. The shells fell like raindrops, exploding flowers of death among the greenskins.
On the battlefield, the soldiers of Olengard strictly followed the orders of their officers, and every move was quick and decisive.
"Keep firing, don't give them a chance to breathe!" The officer's voice echoed in the smoke.
The artillerymen quickly adjusted their firing frequency, and the steam cannons continued to roar, leaving the greenskins no chance to escape.
The muzzles of some cannons even emit extremely high temperatures. If they continue to be used, the barrels will explode!
The greenskins suffered increasingly heavy casualties under the pursuit of artillery fire.
On the battlefield, the greenskin corpses piled up like mountains, and their blood dyed the ground dark red.
"Report to the commander, some greenskins are trying to break through from the flank!" A messenger ran to the officer and reported breathlessly.
"Send twenty guns over and stop them!" The officer made the decision without hesitation.
Soon, the spare steam cannons were quickly moved to the left and right, firing at the greenskins who tried to break through the artillery defense line.
The shells exploded among the greenskins on the flank, raising a cloud of dust and blood, successfully preventing their breakout attempt.
"All troops, listen up! Maintain suppressive fire until the last enemy is eliminated!" The officer shouted loudly, holding up the command flag in his hand.
The soldiers responded in unison, their voices full of strength and determination.
The steam cannon continued to roar, and shells continued to fire at the greenskins.
Time passed, and as the last batch of greenskins fell, the battlefield gradually returned to calm.
The air was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and the thick smell of blood.
The soldiers of Orengard stood tiredly on the city wall, looking at the tragic battlefield before them, with mixed feelings in their hearts.
They simply couldn't understand how stupid it was for these greenskins to try to break through the defenses with their flesh and blood...
"Clean up the battlefield and determine the losses after all the greenskins are dead!" The officer issued a new order.
The soldiers began to get busy, repairing weapons and clearing corpses and weapons from the battlefield.
Since the greenskins had no power to resist Olengard's steam weapons, the soldiers on the southern front of Olengard did not suffer any losses...
At most, a few unlucky guys accidentally fell while transporting supplies, causing heavy weapons to fall on them and causing internal injuries.
The battle report was soon passed to the captain. After seeing the report of the great victory, he did not show any excitement. Instead, his eyes were solemn, as if he had sensed some crisis...
Well, it could also be that his brain disease has come back again.
The adjutant standing not far away looked at the captain's expression and felt speechless.
The captain frowned, holding the battle report tightly in his hand, his mind tangled like a tangled mess. He paced back and forth, and the adjutant watched from the side, not daring to breathe.
"This is definitely not a simple attack." The captain finally stopped and broke the silence, his voice low and solemn.
"These greenskins suddenly abandoned their usual tactics and attacked in such a brutal and almost suicidal manner. There must be a deeper reason behind this."
The adjutant frowned slightly and asked tentatively: "Sir, do you think there is some conspiracy here? But we have won a great victory, and the greenskins have been almost completely wiped out. It seems that they have not posed any substantial threat."
The captain raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. "It is precisely because it went so smoothly that it seems particularly suspicious. Think about it, although the greenskins are not as smart as us, they are definitely not stupid after dealing with us for so many years. They suddenly abandoned their armor and charged with their flesh and blood. Are they just to die?"
The adjutant thought for a moment and shook his head in confusion.
The captain continued, "I guess this is most likely a feint, or a bait operation. Perhaps the greenskins deliberately used this tragic method to attract our attention, making us mistakenly believe that they are coming out in full force to attack the southern defense line?"
"But even if they come out in full force, they can't break through our firepower line..."
"After all, the houses in the back are constantly being mobilized towards this side. With the Dream Forest front in the west posing no threat and the Savage Wilderness front in the north being indestructible...how could they possibly break through our city wall?"
"But what is their purpose in doing this?" the adjutant couldn't help but ask.
"It is very likely that their real goal is not to break through our southern defense line." A cold light flashed in the captain's eyes, "Perhaps, they want to use this to tie down our southern forces and create opportunities for actions in other places."
"Could it be..." the adjutant asked curiously.
"That's right!" The captain's eyes flashed, "Those greenskins have been staying underground for years. They may have dug a road between the southern mines and the interior of Olungard in a special way. As soon as the time is right, they will tie down the combat power of the southern front and launch a general attack on the rear..."