I picked up the dragon girl at the beginning and I used artillery fire to liberate the other world

The lord of Xingyao City, Viscount Kurd, was packing his luggage in his lord's castle.

Perhaps compared to the term luggage, it would be more appropriate to call them gold coins and silver coins.

There were five ox-carts, all of which were loaded bulgingly. Perhaps because they were in too much of a hurry, a few gold and silver coins were scattered around the ox-carts, emitting the unique color of precious metals.

"Father, are we really going to run away?" Kurd's son looked puzzled. "Uncle Bell will beat those bad guys away? Right?"

Kurd seemed not to have heard his son's words, and was still busy directing the soldiers to move out the valuables one by one. "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll take you with me when I run away later."

After everything was cleaned up, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at his six-year-old child: "Yes, your Uncle Bell will beat those bad guys away, but we will hinder your Uncle Bell here, so let's wait until Uncle Bell beats those bad guys away before coming back."

However, what they didn't know was that the Uncle Bell they were talking about had handed over the command to a captain of a small army group, and then fled to the rear of Xingyao City.

terrible! !

Bell is still frightened until now. He clearly remembers that the thing that dropped from the sky exploded the moment it touched the city wall, blowing all the soldiers around it into pieces.

He didn't know which soldier's arm was blown off and flew into his arms. The blood and destruction made him instantly certain that this attack was much stronger than the full-strength attack of a high-level knight like him.

At first, he thought the attack was an explosive magic cast by a high-level wizard, but he put the idea aside after just a few seconds.

A full kilometer outside the city wall, even a high-ranking knight like him could only vaguely see the dark outlines of the enemies.

After a slight burst of fire and smoke, there was a whooshing sound of something breaking through the air. What he believed to be a magical creation left a beautiful trail of white smoke in the air, and then fell on the city wall, destroying most of it.

Too much!! This is not magic at all!! A high-level wizard cannot cast explosion magic from such a long distance.

He knew that it was impossible to win this war. His own soldiers could not see the enemy clearly, while the enemy on the opposite side could launch a nearly devastating attack on them from a thousand meters away.

Now all he could do was to have all his soldiers charge towards the enemy a thousand meters away to delay his escape.

That's right, Bell plans to abandon all his soldiers in exchange for his own chance of survival.

God knows how many mages and knights there are in the enemy. What’s the point of all those honors if they’re dead?

Once again, the roar of 12 Italian M34 75mm mountain cannons rang out. After the explosion of the new explosives, a large gap suddenly appeared in the wall of Xingyao City.

Through the thick smoke, you can vaguely see the figures of several soldiers who were blown away.

The bombardment continued, like a divine punishment from the sky, constantly impacting the stone walls that had long since fallen into ruins.

The defenders on the city wall were somewhat incredulous when they received the order to charge, but everyone understood that the best way out of the current situation was to charge.

But, like Bell, they were also afraid.

After witnessing their companions being blown to pieces one by one, they had lost all will to fight and the only thing left was how to stay alive.

"No running away!! If anyone is found running away, the whole family will be killed!!"

The captain was still defending the honor of the soldiers until this moment, and Bell saw through this and lied that he led the knight squad to raid the enemy's rear, and then joined the frontal troops to attack the enemy.

Finally, the city gate was opened, and soldiers in light armor poured out like a tide.

"Charge! The Empire will remember your glory!!"

Running more than a thousand meters only takes two or three minutes, but at this moment it seems very long.

Every soldier suppressed the fear in his heart and let his legs move forward. Even if the spear or sword in his hand was accidentally knocked away by the people beside him, he did not dare to stop and rushed forward with empty hands.

The captain rushed to the front, his eyes showing a firm look.

. . .

Here, Wald looked at the soldiers running towards this side, sighed and shook his head.

"Second Battalion Commander, adjust the gun angle and fire dynamically.

Set up all the mortars of the first and second regiments and try to destroy the enemy's manpower."

After Walder gave the order, he sighed to himself.

"Sure enough, you are not suitable for commanding a war. I almost forgot that mercy is a taboo in war."

. . .

With round after round of artillery fire, the soldiers around the captain fell one after another.

He was praying in his heart that as long as Commander Bell's rear attack was successful, the balance of victory would tilt towards them.

But as they got closer, the number of soldiers charging became fewer and fewer, and there was still no sign of any fighting on the enemy side.

It was less than five hundred meters away. At this distance, the captain could clearly see the enemy's figures and the machines that could continuously emit explosive magic.

At 400 meters, there was still no sign of panic among the enemies, let alone any trace of Bell's knights.

300 meters, the enemy stopped using those magic machines and sent soldiers to meet them instead.

Seeing this, even though he still hadn't waited for Commander Bell's surprise attack, the captain still felt relieved.

In a close combat, it was still unknown who would win, so he quickened his pace and put the sword in his hand in the best fighting stance.

At 200 meters, the enemy stood in a row without any hesitation, and did not even launch a war charge. Instead, they raised something in their hands that looked like a branch.

The captain did not feel the slightest bit of delight when he saw this. Instead, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

150 meters, with the first gunshot, a bullet flew out of the barrel spinning at high speed.

The bullet grazed the captain's cheek, splashing a little blood, and then hit the soldier behind him directly in the head.

Before he could react to what was happening, countless gunshots rang out like rain hitting rocks, and bullets drew straight trajectories and shot into his fleshy chest.

The soldiers fell even faster, in large numbers, as if their souls had been taken away by the legendary necromancer and they had lost their life.

When he had run less than 100 meters, the captain's feet could no longer move. He slid weakly to his knees, his eyes revealing fear and great sorrow, and he turned back in disbelief.

Except for a few scattered soldiers behind him, there was only the ground covered with corpses, blood and mud mixed together, like the entrance to hell.

Later on, there was still an endless stream of soldiers rushing towards this side, and then they stepped into the entrance of this hell and could never get up again.

"No!! Don't rush forward!! Retreat! Retreat quickly!!!"

The captain was in a trance for a moment, then shouted excitedly, with his back to the thousands of guns and dense hail of bullets, and shouted in despair and regret.

"Stop rushing!! Run back! Quick..."

A dull sound of breaking was heard, and the captain, who had just climbed halfway up, suddenly froze and slowly looked down at his chest.

The bullet pierced his chest and blood oozed out. The sergeant shook twice and looked at the soldiers rushing towards him. His lips moved and he uttered a final whisper.

"Feel sorry.."

Eyes return to darkness, and life dies there.