Tashikov Beach, August 16, 1033, Principality of the Bucks

Speaking of the best summer resorts on the mainland, whether it is humans, elves, dwarves, mages, or even orcs, the first place that comes to mind must be Tashikov Beach, because it has the best beaches, the most comfortable sea breeze, the smoothest sea conditions, and sunny weather almost all year round.

But now, this originally sunny and leisurely tourist destination is completely shrouded in blood and fire. The originally soft beach is full of corpses. The originally blue sea water has been completely stained with blood. The originally harmonious sea breeze is full of pungent blood. The originally clear sky is also completely covered by thick smoke...

Whoosh!

Boom...

Suddenly, accompanied by a terrifying roar across the sky, dozens of fireballs that could be distinguished by naked eyes quickly flew out from warships on the sea, and rushed heavily to the magnificent fortress on the coast, which had few remaining walls and fortresses...

"Counterattack! Counterattack quickly! You must not let them dock!!"

When the shelling was over, the already extremely broken city wall seemed a little shaky. The broken corpses and broken magic cannons of countless human soldiers covered the aisles of the entire city wall. But at this time, the officer with a bandage on the head on the city wall had no time to pay attention to the casualties of his subordinates, because he saw that red flags were started to be fired on the warships again. He knew very well that in the same place, countless cannon fodder would immediately rush ashore from the water again.

Woo woo...

Sure enough, just after the round of artillery bombardment, a dull horn sounded, and soon... the simple-dressed Naga soldiers (it's okay to say they are cannon fodder, please refer to the social system of Naga) quickly floated up from the sea, and rushed to the coast like an ant under the scolding of the sea soldiers and officers wearing gorgeous armor, carrying three flags and waving long swords...

"Arrow ready!"

"The shells are loaded!"

Seeing this scene, most of the remaining soldiers on the city wall immediately picked up the bow and arrow, and then slowly pulled the bowstring. At the same time, some soldiers quickly stuffed translucent round shells into the cannon chamber of the magic cannon on the city wall...

"shooting!"

Whoosh!!

With a command, a large number of bows and arrows flew into the Naga soldiers who had already stepped onto the land. In an instant, blood flowers bloomed among the soldiers. Countless Naga soldiers fell down wailingly, but were soon submerged by their own people...

Although the rags on his body could not block the killing of bows and arrows, his consistent obedience and fear of the long swords of the officers behind him made all the Naga soldiers retreat, but could only rush forward in a mess and numb manner. Some soldiers didn't even have weapons, and could only pick up the weapons of their dead comrades on the battlefield...

"Open fire! Blast them back into the water!"

After seeing that the bow and arrow did not stop the dense storm-up team of the Naga soldiers, an officer standing on the fort immediately drew out his long sword, pointed at the bottom, and shouted.

Boom boom!

With the sound of deafening loud noises, dozens of fireballs quickly splashed out from the city wall and landed accurately into the dense team of Naga. Suddenly, the Naga soldiers who had no idea of ​​dispersing the team were stunned by artillery. It was not until countless broken limbs splashed in the flames and fell on themselves that the soldiers woke up. In an instant, they turned around and ran backwards like frightened animals, even trampling their own people under their feet and ignored them...

"Go back! Go back! You idiots!"

But when they turned around, they were facing the officer's merciless rebuke. At the same time, the officers standing at the end of the team once again used what they were best at and the only way they knew to boost morale. They swung their sharp swords to the soldiers in front of them. As dozens of heads flew up, all the Naga soldiers immediately crowded with each other and turned around and charged again at the city wall...

Boom boom!

Just as the Naga soldiers rushed for a while in chaos, dozens of fire lights flashed on the broken city walls and fortresses ahead. In an instant, the fireball with deadly energy fell into the Naga team again. The soldiers then repeated their actions again, but they were driven back by the officers again. In this moment, the Naga soldiers, who originally looked dense and had thousands of Naga soldiers, were soon left with less than a thousand under the baptism of bows and arrows and artillery fire. The only thing they got was to push the front line from the coast to the land forward for less than a hundred meters...

Woo woo...

But this result had already made the commander of Naga very satisfied, so dull horns immediately resounded throughout the sea, and suddenly there were scattered Naga soldiers gushing out of the sea, and some regular troops with neat movement and distinctive armor appeared in it (what those were before, don't need to explain them again, right?), Naga's real general attack finally began, and this was also the third general attack today. Although the previous general attacks were all failed, for Naga, they were not afraid of sacrifice, but humans were already at the end of their strength...

"Sir, the shells are all exhausted!"

"Sir! There are only less than a thousand bows and arrows left!"

"Sir!! The No. 4 battery on the right has been lost! The No. 3 battery is in danger now, and Battalion Commander Bosi has been killed in battle! Deputy Battalion Commander Toralf is now leading his brothers to defend the death. If there is no support..."

"Sir! Sir! The Third Battalion requests reinforcements! They can no longer defend the southern city wall!"

In a battle command room on the fortress with paper and maps, countless correspondents who listened to the communication crystal were hoarsely responding to the constant requests for help. At the same time, more than a dozen blood-covered messengers were surrounding a gray-haired and expressionless general, but the old general did not seem to be listening to them, but slowly put his armor on himself...

"Okay, everyone..."

After putting on the armor, the old general turned around slowly and said with a calm expression:

"... Go back and fight, like a real soldier, and I... are going to fight too."

After seeing the old general slowly picking up the sword beside him, all the messengers were stunned and immediately put their legs together, straightened their backs and saluted him, and then left the war room with tears in their eyes. When the correspondents and staff saw this scene, they all put down their work and took up the weapons around them without saying a word, because they all knew that the last moment was coming, and the fall of the fortress was inevitable. The only thing they could do, as the old general said, continue to fight...

"Send a last message to the General Legion headquarters... The Fortress of Cervanstober was attacked by the enemy at 6 o'clock today. After fighting until fifteen o'clock, less than 20% of the Fifteen o'clock left in the fifth leg of our Principality, and all the generals above the battalion level were killed... Although the enemy was killed indefinitely, the troops were exhausted, and the fortress was lost was a foregone conclusion. Here, I, Barrit Ronard, declared on behalf of all the soldiers of the Fifth Legion... We will never surrender! Long live the Duchy of the Bucks! Long live the Dragon Slaying Prince!"

After saying that, the general pulled out his sword and quickly walked out of the war room. When he looked back at Oslo not far away, he found that there was already a fire in the sky...

At 15:42 on August 16, 1033, the last coastal defense fortress outside Oslo, the Fortress of Cervanstober was captured, and the Fifth Legion of the Duchy of the Bucks, which was stationed in the fortress, was killed in the entire army from the commander of the army, Barrit Ronard, and all 31,562 people were killed. None of the entire army surrendered, none of them were captured, and none survived. Even when the Naga tribe found the body of the last defender, the four big words "Never surrender" were written in blood on the wall where the body relied on...

In order to capture this fortress, the Naga army paid more than 100,000 casualties...

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"Three princes, now our army has basically controlled the waters around the Bay of Christiania, and the main force of the Duchy of the Bucks fleet has also been defeated. The remaining warships either huddled in the port of Oslo or fled to other coastal cities. Moreover, our army suppressed the six forts on the front of Oslo and controlled four of them. Now we have sent hired dwarf players, who are working hard to repair the magic cannons on it. I think it can be used to bombard the outer walls of the city soon... The only thing we need to consider is those shore defense fortresses. If they are not completely removed, we may be attacked from the flanks when we land..."

In a floating sea and mountain island fortress, Prince Molix was standing in front of a huge sand table with two other princes, listening carefully to the staff officers around him to introduce the situation of the battle. Most of these staff officers were players... This is because of the poor military training system of the Naga tribe. Due to the rather tragic literacy and dispersion of the Naga tribe, there were very few people who could truly learn formal military operations. The Naga officers may be very brave in combat, but they often turn courage into recklessness. Therefore, how to effectively organize military operations has become a problem for every large-scale military operation of the Naga tribe, especially this giant battle involving both naval and landing wars, which made Prince Molix feel that his subordinates were short of people, but soon someone proposed a very timely solution for him... Recruiting players.

Of course, those recruited players will not be ordinary players. In fact, the one who made this suggestion was Quinton Steve, the president of the four official guilds of the Naga tribe, the president of the [Invincible Armada]. Quinton Steve happened to be a naval colonel who retired early due to injury, so he proposed to Prince Molix to recruit some people who retired early for various reasons, or who had retired early, but still yearned for the sea, and chose naval officers and soldiers born in the Naga tribe. So Prince Molix disagreed with the public and allowed Quinton Steve's proposal.

It is precisely because of this reason that although the attack of this Naga tribe still seems a bit chaotic and disorderly, the effect is far beyond the past. Under the orderly organization of the players, the Naga tribe first achieved an unprecedented victory at sea with its own advantages, and then carried out harassing attacks everywhere along the coast of the Duchy of Bucks to confuse the opponent's strategic deployment...

The clear command of the upper level and the brave command of the lower level made the attack unexpectedly smooth. The Naga tribe relied on its absolute number advantage to really push the weapon to the throat of the Bucks' Duchy of the Puritan for the first time...

"Report to the Prince! The last shore defense fortress has been occupied by our army!"

Just as everyone was discussing the deployment of the next battle, a seaman with a flag on his back suddenly ran into the command post, and suddenly knelt on one knee, loudly speaking a news that surprised everyone...

"good!"

After shouting loudly, Molix slapped the sand table suddenly, walked out of the command post quickly, and then said in a deep voice:

"Now... order the entire army to assault!"

"Get orders!"

Woo woo...

Accompanied by the horns of passion, this huge sea fortress quickly sailed towards Oslo under the escort of countless warships. When the fortress arrived less than a thousand meters away from Oslo, it slowly stopped...

"Beluwu! I haven't seen you for a long time, have you ever been safe!"

Suddenly, a huge roar rolling by like muffled thunder slowly came out of the sea fortress and quickly resounded throughout the sea. After hearing this sound, Oslo was facing the main wall of the fortress immediately stirred up, and then a tall figure appeared on it...

"Molix! It seems that you have not been eaten by the sea monster yet!"

"Haha! You haven't been eaten by the dragon yet, how could I be eaten by the sea monster!"

"That's right!"

At this time, Beirufu, who was standing on the city wall, showed no strange expression on his face because of the unfavorable situation of the battle. Not only did he not, he also showed a very bright smile...

"Beluwufu! Today's battle will be your last battle! Before the sun sets, I will definitely make your [Dragon Resentment] (Beluwufu's weapon) my new collection!"

As soon as the words were finished, black holes were extended from the layers of barriers on the sea fortress, and there were two giant magic cannons with a diameter of about 300mm at the top of the fortress. This kind of thing is a strategic weapon in the Silver Federation. I don’t know how Naga got it...

"Haha! I hope you don't steal chickens and lose rice. I don't like your [Gaye] very much!"
Chapter completed!