The violent sound of shelling made Hermione come back from her meditation. She looked at the approximate time and saw that the other side should also be clocking in for work.

The attack came after nine o'clock in the morning. Everyone was already ready to defend. Moreover, the sound of the artillery was very messy and the accuracy was somewhat poor.

After sorting herself out, Hermione went to the top of the building and looked at the sea to the west. The old steam battleship was parked at a fixed distance on the sea.

Dots of fire flashed past like lightning sparks, and most of the roaring shells fell into the sea in front of the shore.

A few small ones were thrown into the urban area on the shore, and only exploded with some sparks.

After several rounds of bombing, Hermione saw more and more sailing ships gathering there, and more and more small cannonballs were thrown towards them.

The exploding sparks ignited a burst of green smoke, which accumulated more and more on the shore, and a few even fell into the city. Those gases are highly corrosive.

'Poison gas bombs? Sure enough, it can do anything!'

The fierce storm blew from the city to the fleet of steam battleships at sea, taking them all away with the diffuse poisonous smoke.

Large swaths of flames ignited and the poisonous smoke was dispersed by the storm. After testing that the poison gas bombs were useless, the opponent stopped attacking with small artillery shells.

The sailboat always remained within a certain range, and the artillery on the island did not launch an attack. After watching for a while, Hermione returned below.

This should be the daily routine here, testing each other, and when logistics doesn't allow it, it should be time for a decisive battle.

There were very few people down there, most of them were doing their own things. Hermione, the handyman, sat directly on a chair in the courtyard to avoid any misunderstandings.

After spending the first half of the day peacefully, she got up and planned to talk to Bruno Bastian and Cordis about going to the extinct volcano on the island behind.

It's better to collect things first, and maybe some other materials, such as the disappeared tree people, which may still exist in these dense mountains and forests.

Unlike the Northern Continent, which has been controlled by church organizations, the primitive worship in the Southern Continent is often able to preserve many ancient things.

Hermione had previously seen alien evil creatures still surviving deep in the West Byronvia Mountains. Their bodies were covered with thorns, and their body shape was the same as the adult aliens she had seen before.

The aboriginal people living there worshiped him like a god, offering sacrifices and offerings to him with the blood and flesh brought by victory in the war.

It's a pity that the other party is not easy to mess with, otherwise I probably wouldn't have a friendly exchange with him at that time.

So smart! His name is Wei Ya, which directly occupied the beliefs of the indigenous people there.

This time when I return to the Kingdom of Gold, I may pass by there, and then I will go and see if He is still there more than a thousand years later. I hope he will not be hunted down by the church.

The soldiers lined up in front of the church and headed directly to the port area. Hermione, who walked through the gate, looked at them and saw that they were quite orderly.

Although there are several types of clothing inside, and the heights are different, at least the steps are relatively neat.

Fortunately, it was not the ancient way of lining up to charge and kill each other, otherwise these miscellaneous troops would not be enough to fight. With guns and artillery, even a thin child can kill a strong Fusac man with a gun.

Bruno, who was sitting in the command post, put on a neat indigo military uniform and looked very energetic.

He quickly passed through several military order sheets in his hand, signed a few warrants to the messenger, and then looked at Hermione who had arrived.

"Sir, what's the matter? The other party may be planning to attack us. According to reliable information, the other party is already gathering a slave army."

"Slave army?"

Hermione asked the question: What year is this evening? What year is this?

Bruno explained to her that because the Southern Continent is currently in a state of war, many outsiders and indigenous people will be captured and lose their freedom for various reasons.

Of course, many people were captured and forced to become slaves. Who cares whether it is true or false? Is your freedom proven true?

In order to regain their freedom or avoid dying in the dark mining plantations, some people choose to become mercenaries, the kind of cannon fodder who rushes to the forefront.

Over time, everyone also gave this kind of army a more appropriate name 'slave army'?

When they fight, they are disorganized and the pressure is not too great unless there is a supervising team behind them.

Bruno was worried that this group of people would rush ashore desperately in this special environment at sea, which would put great pressure on the already stretched troops.

"These people have been marked by special means. Even if we promise to give them freedom, we will violate their original contract."

"Let me take a look. If it is really a slave army, I will help you. I am not sure whether it can be solved."

"That would be great. With your help, I believe there will be a lot less trouble. What can I do for you?"

"I plan to go to the mountains behind when I see you are fine. In this case, I will go later."

"Thank you for your help, we will keep it in mind."

After Hermione walked out of the command room, the artillery fire there really became fierce, and the originally stagnant fleet began to separate and move towards the island with the small boats behind it.

When she reached the top of the tower, she watched the scattered flagships begin to test fire and correct their trajectory. The caravel below had already sailed half the distance.

Cannon barrels of different lengths and sizes were drilled out of the depressions in the gray and black mountain ground, and they began to fight back.

Several special sounds were so dense that they directly tore up several sailing ships that came ahead, leaving only the wreckage of the originally crowded ships on the sea.

The huge steam warship that had obtained the specific firepower point also began to cover it with intensive firepower. The projectiles that were thrown over it landed densely on the mountains, and the blasted soil directly buried the muzzles of some depressions.

The sound of the returning cannon fire was not lost at all, and parts of the hull were hit and exploded by cannonballs from time to time.

The sailor next to the main ship's gun was directly blown away and torn to pieces, and the gun barrel next to it was covered with blood and flesh. The maintenance personnel behind quickly made up for it, and the originally damaged side sight auxiliary mirror was quickly replaced with a new one.

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The people in ragged clothes, holding guns and uniform hats above should be the slave army that Bruno mentioned.

There were two officers inside who were neatly dressed in military uniforms and were supervising the battle, constantly yelling and cursing at the slave soldiers squatting inside.

Several cannonballs roared in and exploded there, leaving a big hole. The scolded slave soldiers dragged their stumps and screamed. The original officers had disappeared.

Scenes like this are taking place along the entire coastline. The trenches along the coast have been covered by naval gunfire, and the high mountains have become the main targets for shelling.

The black smoke from the explosion quickly covered the place, and the light of fire inside proved that the position was still there.

If there is only that one firepower point, it is probably not enough to block the sea of ​​this port.

Looking at the approaching fleet, Hermione felt that there were at least three supporting artillery points here, just like several corners of the bastion could support each other.

The ruins covering the opposite side were opened, and the artillery prepared inside began to fire back. Soldiers ran out of the surrounding area and began to organize their camouflage.

Hermione also saw the two complete A-130 new artillery pieces. As expected, they were almost the same as the modern artillery pieces that had just appeared in her time.

I vaguely heard Voss saying in Pulitzer that his uncle's factory has another breakthrough research, which will make the war more cruel.

He sighed a few times without saying anything more. After all, he was also one of them, so he went around and scolded himself in the end.

After that, Hermione paid attention to this information, but she didn't expect to see actual combat here.

After a quick shelling, the brake recoiler allowed the barrel to recover, and the men behind it pulled away and reloaded.

The large steam warship protruding from the middle of the sea area in front was instantly destroyed by the cannon on one side, forcing it to retreat directly to avoid the constantly correcting trajectory.

The two positions were mainly to prevent the approach of large ships. The caravels had already reached the sea surface of the coast after passing through the fire net.

In the trenches connected to the city on the shore, soldiers moved forward in an orderly manner, and the artillery fire covering the coast was rarely able to penetrate inside.

The small field cannon hidden in the ruins of the port area was pulled out by the soldiers who came up to remove the camouflage and began to form a support firepower point to resist the coastal enemies.

There are several temporary artillery positions like this, and trenches like fishing nets are densely distributed in the port area near the coast. The soldiers below carry out the artillery shells one by one.

The crossfire points on the mountain and one side suppressed the steam warships in the distance. Considering that the "slave army" was about to land on the coast, the other party concentrated and extended the artillery fire to counter-suppress the commanding heights of the mountain.

The new artillery in another position had been pulled away at this time, leaving some camouflage there. After a while, the extended gunfire of the steam battleship covered that place, and the sea of ​​​​fire engulfed the entire area.

'They actually went against the suppression of the fortress artillery to clear the firepower points on the shore. Have these people made up their minds?'

The mountain has been built into a strong underground fortress, so naturally it is not afraid of being bombarded by the opponent. If this continues, it will be the steam battleships that will suffer.

The side of the battleship on the bulge was covered in scars, and black smoke was coming out of the main gun mounts.

"Demi god?"

Hermione on the top of the building noticed that the orderly soldiers had unparalleled courage and were still making repairs and fighting back.

She saw a red light spot inside the protruding steam battleship. Was it the Iron-Blooded Knight?

What happened? The other party was the combined fleet of Intis and Fenebaud, maybe his own demigod.

I was tempted to ask questions, but let's first see how the people on the island responded to the next impact.

Like the concave curve of a crescent moon, the coast was covered with black smoke. After the caravels ran aground, someone jumped out with a gun.

There were no bullets or artillery fire to greet them on the shore. More and more people fell here, holding their guns and looking ahead in fear.

The caravels were also piled up in the same arc as the coastline at the landing site, with many scattered 'slave troops' standing next to them.

The soldiers of the supervisory team in neat military uniforms began to drive them forward, and the artillery shells from behind whizzed past and hit the trench where no one could be seen in front.

The more this happened, the more frightened they became. It was so quiet here despite the sound of shelling all around.

"For freedom, your own opportunity lies ahead."

The soldiers in uniform uniforms shouted and drove the people in disordered clothing towards the defense line on the shore. The 'slave soldiers' could only go forward with all their strength, hoping to escape into the trenches when there was no sound of gunfire.

The land on the shore is full of pits, and the land here has been plowed by artillery fire. Even if there are mines, there are not many left.

Those neatly dressed soldiers followed behind, waiting for the cannon fodder to clear the way for them to clear a safe place, as long as they did not go to areas where no one had traveled.

The people in front prayed to the gods they believed in, hoping that the place where the sound was heard was not here. Some were lucky or unlucky, and the exploded flesh and blood limbs flew in all directions.

The man whose face was stained with flesh and blood was so frightened that he ran back directly. His teammates who were still alive in front disappeared in an instant.

The soldier supervising the battle ended his life with one shot. He ignored the man who fell on the shore and continued to drive away the people in front.
To be continued...