After half an hour of storm-speed shelling lasted for a full half-day, the siege troops, who were so bored that they almost snooze, finally received the long-awaited general attack order. Under the urging of the supervision team, more than two thousand New World Army troops in gray uniforms lined up in chessboard formations, and marched forward step by step with drums accompanied by the march of the military band. The soldiers standing in the front row were all holding big knives and armor, equipped like iron cans, reflecting dazzling metal light, and bravely advanced towards the collapsed city walls with firm steps.

"It seems good, but do you need to line up in street battles?" Although the strict lineup of these so-called regular troops seems very imposing, Feili is a little puzzled.

"Although the New World Army is known as a regular army, it has never fought much like us. Apart from the annual military parade, they seem to have stopped even decent exercises for decades, let alone street fighting training. Hehe, what can they do if they don't walk through the military parade formation?"

Renee, who was busy checking the documents, looked up at the battle situation ahead, and then introduced the actual situation of the New World Army to Feili in a very disdainful tone. She is a priest serving the goddess of strategy and is a professional military hobby. She can't understand the idiot troops around the New World Army. "But this approach is too much. It actually makes the guard of honor wearing armor walk at the front. Do they really think that thin iron can block the bullets?"

Only then did Feili realize that it was not the hand-to-hand combat team or some armored dust-throwing soldiers walking in front of him, but the honor guard wearing ancient military dresses. These guys who were edified by the rules really made war a military parade! No wonder they were defeated outside the Arctic Port last year. It seems that this so-called regular army is also the kind of chocolate unit that is only good at superficial work. It is really a fool to fight.

Sure enough, although the siege troops did not encounter any decent blocking outside the city wall, they had just entered the city and were driven out by bullets for a while. Not only did they lose flags and musical instruments, they also generously presented a large number of guns and ammunition to the elves in the siege. Chairman Zena, who had already set up poses in front of the large number of records, was so angry that he vomited blood and almost shot them collectively. Finally, with the unanimous dissuasion of all bureaucrats, these embarrassing things were made to commit crimes and attacked again after a short rest.

Although Chairman Zena really wanted to win a clean and neat victory in the stone fort as a good start for the expedition, the enemies in the city had no intention of cooperating at all. Perhaps because they knew that they had no way out, the remaining elves were still fighting very crazy in desperate situations. They gave up the city wall that had lost their defensive function, arranged numerous firepower points among the ruins of the city, and enthusiastically welcomed the army entering the city with lead bullets and arrows. All kinds of magic traps came to make fun without knowing the times, and the battle was so exciting.

These well-known regular soldiers were good at standing in a regular posture, but they were no match for the fierce and bloodthirsty Ghost Elf Army when they were fired between broken walls and broken walls. After several assaults, more than two thousand soldiers with distinctive armor were at a loss by hundreds of elves, running around in fear, trampling on each other. They were killed and injured. By the way, they became the transport captain of the Ghost Elf Army with low food and bullets. The defenders in the city also fired at first, and then they were all deafeningly sounds of gunfire.

What is amazing is that these so-called "regular troops" of unsightly land seemed to be completely scared. They didn't want any military honors. After escaping from the city, they sat on the mud and refused to move their nests. No matter how the whip and stick were beaten down by the supervision team, they were useless. Chairman Zena was so cruel that he ordered a few of the most inconspicuous ones to cut off. As a result, the remaining soldiers simply played and pretended to die by the city wall! Such a spectacle attracted many people to take photos and made the Chairman's face gradually move from pig liver to the direction of eggplant.

"The army that exists for the military parade is indeed vulnerable." Looking at the regular soldiers outside the city who love life, Feili couldn't help but sigh, "I understand Lieutenant General Solayton, who was beheaded by the elves. In the past, I was always surprised that he clearly held heavy troops, so how could he stop at the city for three months? Now I am surprised that he commanded such an army and could have a way to stand on the front line for three months! I admire him, I really admire him! If it were me, I would probably not be able to hold on for even half a month."

"Bastard! Is it time to say sarcastic words now?" Seeing that the attack failed, the opening was a good start, and Chairman Zena, who had lost face, was worried that there was no place to vent his anger. Feili accidentally hit the gun, so naturally there was no good result. "Since you have the time to shake the morale of the army here, I believe it is not a problem to deal with the small stubborn enemy in the city. OK, you will be the main attack in the next wave!"

Feili's neck shrank, and she couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. "This, Miss Chairman, according to the art of war, the battlefield chosen by the enemy is the worst battlefield. Although our army is well equipped, the quality of this personnel... It seems that all the declining people in the world are concentrated in our team, so it is not the best way to resist head-on. We cannot dance with the enemy's footsteps, we have to think about the problem from a different angle and let the enemy follow our footsteps."

"Let the enemy follow our footsteps? Are you crazy? At this moment, will the elves in the city come out to fight with us? You put so many cannons outside without blocking them, those turtles are in the same place.

I didn't move it from the shell!" Chairman Zena glared her red eyes and said the words "Don't fool me" on her face.

"This... I think about it again, there will always be a solution," Feili scratched her scalp, unable to figure out what to do for a moment. She was so excited that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that

When he was anxious and getting angry, a pungent smell blew in the wind, which made him sneeze twice in a row. Looking back, it turned out that the Raccoon Legion was escorting a large number of supplies and vehicles that had arrived with the army. Naturally, the group of yellow and furry animals under Mr. Duncan were indispensable. These weasels had eaten all day long and had no meals, and suddenly stuffed their stomachs with bacon sausages open to the army. Suddenly, they were indigestion one by one, and the fart was a moving poison gas tank. When they passed, everyone else covered their noses and ran away, for fear that their parents would have fewer legs. The soldiers of the Raccoon Legion, who had smelled the most odor, had no discomfort. It was probably because the odor smelled too much, the olfactory cells that could adapt had completely necrotic.

Feili looked at these smelly guys and frowned at first, but then quickly stretched out again. A smile appeared on the corner of her tightly pursed lips.

"Miss Chairman, I think there is a better combat plan now..."

***

"The enemy is coming again!"

A ragged elf soldier, leaning on a brand new musket on the ground just seized, shouted to warn his companions. The elf army, who was resting in the broken walls, quickly entered various fire points when they heard the news, set up their own weapons to prepare for battle, and at the same time made jokes without caring.

"Brothers, cheer up. The opposite side has sent us supplies again!"

"Those soft guys really dare to come, and they don't urinate and take care of themselves!"

"Be careful, there seems to be a group of people there."

"Hmph, it's the same for anyone to come. Everyone should be more energetic, don't lose our reputation!"

...

Although the number of enemies in the attack this time was obviously greater than the previous few times, the elves defending the city were easier than the previous few responses. They did not take the opponents in front of them seriously at all. Indeed, they had the capital to be self-conceived. Even at the most embarrassing time, these elves veterans who had been conquering all over the world for many years still proved with their actions. They were not the targets that rookies from the New World could easily bully. The corpses everywhere and the imperial arms in their hands showed the strength of this army.

Before the battle began, the broken stone fortress had been built by them into a complex and solid village fortress-style defensive position. Moreover, the firepower points were well hidden, and there was almost no shooting outlet from the outside. Hundreds of elves were hiding in their respective shelters, ready to use lead bullets, arrows and magic to greet the unobstructed attacks on the streets. If you want to destroy these solid and hidden fortifications, you can only fill them with your lives.

However, this time the enemy did not enter the city directly, but stopped by the city wall. Just as the elves in the bunker were waiting a little impatiently, a strange smell suddenly drifted into their noses.

"What's so smelly? Oh, damn..."

The crowds on the city wall suddenly scattered a few cracks, and a large group of yellow and furry little guys squeaked out, running while desperately venting pure natural poisonous gas. The elves who were unprepared had their eyes turned pale and shaking and fainted - the elves' sense of smell is many times more sensitive than that of humans, and their resistance to irritating gases is naturally much worse. If you don't believe it, try pouring some chili powder on the police dog's nose to ensure that they will fall as soon as they smell it.

The weasel army was jumping up and down in the small stone fort, and could even drill into the narrow bunker through a shooting hole that was only the size of an arm, so that every corner of the city was shrouded in a strong stench. Faced with this combat method that was completely beyond their imagination, the elves were all in one go.

After all, this is different from any normal poison gas war. If you use strong wind to dispel it like you are fighting the stinky cloud technique, it will be gone after it is dispelled. However, no matter how many times you dispel the weasel fart, these little guys can replenish more. Even if you lucky enough to prepare the air purification technique, you will still be destined to be fumigated after the spell's time has passed.

The only thing that can deal with this tactic seems to be the gas mask filtered with activated carbon, but in this world that is too dependent on magic, no such thing seems to have been revealed.

With the full invasion of the weasel army, fierce gunfire sounded on the streets, and for a moment, lead bullets flew and arrows were like rain. Unfortunately, these agile little guys are not good targets that are easy to aim, and the number is enough for each elf soldier to have dozens of them. Even if they hit the fortune a few times, they cannot change their fate of failure.
Chapter completed!