"General, that mountain... blocked the city gate."

Outside the retreating city, the troops of Aosaint Emma stopped outside the moat of the West Gate blocked by falling rocks.

The moat has been filled with rocks, and the slopes accumulated by sand and soil have blocked half of the gate gate. There are rocks piled up on the city walls, and no defender can be seen.

Grote Cauces rode on the war horse, staring silently at everything that was happening in front of him.

The mountain collapsed in his indescribable posture and turned into a natural chasm, lying between them and Parkery.

"General, are we... going to the south gate?" Zerom asked tentatively, "General Robbins will definitely lead the troops to the south to support and meet with them..."

But before he could finish his words, he saw the general in front of him turn his horse's head, then blew a whistle, and a dragon guide immediately flew out of the queue and stopped on his arm.

Grote Caucsis pulled out the long sword at his waist, first pulled over the cloak behind him, swung the sword and slashed it down, and then slashed a thread in the palm of his left hand, and blood suddenly flowed out of his palm.

"General, you..."

Cauces looked cold, dipped his right finger in his left palm blood, quickly wrote some blood words on the cloak, then tied it to the dragon dragon eagle's legs, and gently patted it on the dragon eagle's head: "Go, send this letter to General Oboan."

He shook his arms hard, and guided the dragon eagle to fly up immediately, spreading its wings and rushing into the sky, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

"It's too late to meet with Robbins. The La Rochelle people are not fools... No, it should be said that our opponents have been very cunning from the beginning. Do you still think that after being cut off from our retreat, will they still allow us to join the troops in the city?"

Zerom was speechless - he was not a general, but a pure warrior, and knew nothing about these things.

"Let the soldiers turn around." Grote Cauces looked at their origin, where smoke and dust were already surging, and La Rochelle's army had indeed come to pursue him.

"We brave and fearless soldiers of Aosaint Emma, ​​now we have no way out." His voice rang in Aosaint Emma's army, "Let the array! Let the barbarians of La Rochelle know what the empire is and what the Aosaint Emma is!"

The broken cloak was bulging by the cold wind. The sword in his hand was raised straight forward, his eyes as sharp as the sword's tip. His commands instantly spread throughout the army:

"Welcome the enemy - make an array!!"

The loud horn sound began to sound, and the chaotic appearance of the Aosaint Emma was gradually recuperating. Under the constraints of its commander, the troops headed to the west. In just a few breaths, they had already divided the battle zones.

The earth elemental mages began to sing in a low voice, erecting the earth walls in front of the front row of soldiers, setting up temporary shelters for them. Although the landslide blocked their retreat, it also filled the earth elements here to a level that the mages were not adapted to. They made their spell casting smoothly than ever before.

A temporary front was built in a blink of an eye, and the archer positions and war weapons positions in the rear were on standby. Just waiting for La Rochelle's army to enter its range, he immediately gave him a heavy blow.

The black dragon flag was flying in the wind, as if the troops below had not suffered any setbacks, but were greeted with the arrival of the challenger in a perfect victorious posture.

"Come on, La Rochelle, let me see how capable you are!"

Grote Caucsis sat upright on the horse's back, looking straight ahead, waiting for the arrival of La Rochelle's army.

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"Report! The Osaint Emma people stopped retreating."

When the news reached Atsk, he was still estimating whether there was enough time to cut off the Aosaint Emma people before entering the southern gate.

But this news immediately interrupted his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the front of the team and learned through the Eye of Memphis, the current state of the Osaint Emma people.

"They have finished the army, are they waiting for us there?"

His expression immediately became extremely serious, and he immediately sent an order: "The whole army slowed down, advanced slowly, and maintained its formation, and did not enter the range of their war weapons projection."

This is undoubtedly the last thing he wants to see: dealing with a retreating army and a unit that is ready to face the enemy are undoubtedly two different concepts. This means that they will change from a pursuit battle to a tough battle again.

"What should we do?" Leonardo asked, "these O'Saint Emma people... have to admit that their ability to adapt is indeed worthy of reward."

"Let our catapult come in front." Atsk pointed out his hand and said, "Their catapults are not as far away as us. Since they want to shrink, they will smash them hard until they can't hold on."

"But the troops in their city will still leave the city to support. We don't know how much the collapse of the mountain giants has caused to the internal teams of their city. However, the balance of the number of people will eventually tilt towards them."

"Our archers are also better than theirs." Memphira said from the side, "There is no human being able to compare archery with elves. If our catapult can destroy the opponent's war weapons first, then the archers can go to the front line to suppress it."

"The killing efficiency of bows and arrows is undoubtedly higher than that of the catapult that needs to be loaded and trimmed for a long time... Let the catapults attack their war weapons positions first." Atsk responded, "But the problem is still not solved. If they really act as turtles and the positions established by the Earth Elemental Mage will resist there, we still cannot defeat them before the support of the city's internal team arrives."

"So I have to find a way to force them to protrude their heads." Sougar Winkler said, "But the long-range firepower is not enough. If soldiers go up and rush forward, there will be too much damage to the war, and we cannot accept it..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, he slapped his thigh hard, and shouted: "I thought of it, I thought of it!"

"What did you think of?"

"Farewell, we can lie to them!"

He quickly expressed his thoughts, Atsk's eyes flashed, and he immediately finalized the plan after a moment.

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Amasil's troops lined up two kilometers away from the extreme range of the Osaint Emma Catchair. As planned by Atsk, the catapchair was first pushed to the front line.

"Can you find the location of their war weapons?"

Barcliff, the general of the new artillery battalion, looked at his coach, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, General Angels, the places where war weapons are placed are undoubtedly in the middle and rear of the array. I have a lot of experience-"

He was originally the commander of the artillery unit of the Amasil Natural Guards Army. He was dug from Solconan by Duke O'Connor. He is said to be in the First Legion and was kicked out of the army because he made a mistake.

During the merger of the Amasir army and the Siliki army, the catapults produced by the Lurea Institute were enough to become a permanent army armed force, so they were discovered and promoted to lead this artillery unit specifically.

"The first round of strikes is towards their central part. Now the Osaint Emma people must have guns waiting to bombard our troops, and they can just hit them."

"Takes, direction correction, magic filling-"

"put!"

The machine expanded and loosened, and the casting under the blessing of magic power was as powerful as a magic shell generated in the magic crystal cannon. It held the red tail flame and smashed hard into the formation of the Osaint Emma people like a falling meteor.

"Their catapults fire first!"

"Oh no, their target is our war weapons!"

"Where is the mage? Save it, mage, we need a shield!"

"It's too late, the mage builds a position in the forefront-"

The people of Osaint Emma, ​​who had already suffered the shelling of Amasil's troops, screamed. Grote Cauces's face, which was still majestic, suddenly looked a little painful. As the commander, he forgot that the shooting distance of the opponent's catapult was better than that of them, and that it was just a matter of being hurt by the opponent's shelling.

Dozens of stones hit the formation of Osaint Emma like a group of falling meteors. Even though some of the stones were blocked by professional masters, several pieces still fell completely, just in the war weapon positions they had originally set up and were ready to fight against the La Rochelle people!

In an instant, several expensive crossbow chariots, catapults, and soldiers who tried to push the war weapons away were smashed into pieces by this round of catapults!

"Push the war weapons backwards, push them back!" They quickly took advantage of the gap when the La Rochelle people threw stones to push the war weapons backwards, and at the same time mobilized the earth element mage to return to the middle of the team and began to build a earth element barrier.

But just as they were busy, the second round of throwing stones had already passed through the air and fell towards their positions again-

"The catapult is coming again! Pay attention to avoiding, pay attention to avoiding!"

"Where did they smash?"

"Damn it, why did it come again for our war weapons!"

"Why can their throwing stones so fast?!"

This round of throwing stones was impartial, and it just hit the war weapon group that had just been pushed to the back of the team. In the last round of throwing stones, professional-level soldiers helped to resist, but this time the professional-level soldiers were still staying in the middle of the team, and the earth element mage dispatched to provide protection was also to serve the middle part of the team that had only suffered the blow!

This round of thundering stones declared that the war weapons troops outside the city had completely lost their combat effectiveness and withdrew from the battlefield at this time.

Grote Caucsis was so angry that he was tiring on the horse's back, but at this moment, he could not take the initiative to attack forward - he saw the power of the La Rochelle archers. Without the Earth Dragon Legion opening the way, rushing to the formation is undoubtedly equivalent to a fool, not to mention that the position has been built, and it is the right way to stick to the position and wait for reinforcements.

At this time, the catapult car had released the third round of catapults at La Rochelle's position. Atsk watched the red meteors cross the sky and fell into the positions of the Osaint Emma again. The commander of the artillery battalion was still saying proudly:

"After being beaten in the first round, they will definitely retreat the war weapons. Then, as long as the second round of throwing hits their rear, they will definitely be able to completely destroy their catapult cart!"

"What about this third round of throwing stones?" Atsk couldn't help asking.

"This round probably won't achieve much effect." Barcliff shook his head, "War weapons are dead, and they are a heavy and good target, but people can avoid throwing stones. They are already prepared, and this round is just a random smash - not to mention General, have you not achieved your goal?"

Atsk tilted his head and thought that it was indeed the case - it would be better to say that being able to move the process to the second step so quickly would be beyond his expectations.

"You can also project a few more rounds. Maybe the Osaint Emma people get too many shots and can't help but rush out."

But Bucliff shook his head repeatedly, "General, do you think such a good shelling effect doesn't cost? Three-wheel high-frequency casting is already the limit. Now the bodies of these casting cars are in a state of magic overload and cannot continue to cast stones."

Atsk was a little ashamed - he had to take into account too many things, and he really didn't pay attention to the details of the Lurea Research Institute's products. He only knew that these catapults were light and fast and shot far, and the engraved magic runes were high and high, but he didn't know that there were things like "explosion loading" and "overloading".

However, his purpose was indeed achieved. He nodded immediately and then ordered: "Arrowers come out, the First Shield Guard Regiment comes out, and the archers guards advance!"

After the words fell, a moment later, a group of shield guards equipped with Lurea's rushing device escorted the archers' team out of the formation. After reaching the range, they immediately opened their bows. Only the sound of bowstrings were heard, and the sky was filled with dense rain of arrows, shooting towards the positions of the Osaint Emma people.

"Shield soldiers, head to the shield! The rest are looking for cover and avoiding their shooting!"

Grote Caucsis understood the plans of the La Rochelle people at this time - the other party knew that he was waiting for reinforcements in the city, so he wanted to force them to go out through long-range fire.

But have they ever thought that the collapse of that mountain provided a lot of earth elements here - only if the earth element mage needs to wave his staff casually, he can set up several layers of barriers to resist bows and arrows.

The bows and arrows cannot kill them at this moment, and they cannot even be considered itching!

If the La Rochelle people can only come up with this trick, then what awaits them next is the impact of the complete Osaint Emma army!

"Where is the scout, have you contacted General Robbins?" he asked Zerom beside him.

"The scouts have not come back yet. It is estimated that the terrain in the city has changed due to the collapse of the mountain. They will not be able to find General Robbins for a while." Zerom replied.

While the two were talking, they saw a horse running quickly from the side to Cassis. The scout immediately shouted on the horse's back:

"Sir, we find a team of La Rochelle, heading towards our north!"

"A team of La Rochelle? How many?" Cauces asked hurriedly.

"There are nearly three hundred people, a group of knights riding strange mounts. They seem to be escorting...a group of mages!"
Chapter completed!