So, Lieutenant General Cantor was expected to be able to hold on to at least three days, but all of them were broken through in just half a day. A brave elf airborne commando even boldly implemented the beheading tactic and jumped directly into the command of the rebel army on a spaceship, knocking the Lieutenant General to flee.

In front of these elves who fell from the sky and rushed forward in vain, the unexpected rebels were killed and injured for a while. With the airflow caused by the bomb, the remaining flesh was thrown away like raindrops, and the tall buildings fell down like toys. Lieutenant General Cantor was mixed with the chaotic troops. As soon as he escaped from a street, his back was swept down by gunfire and arrow rain, and then he was buried under the rubble with a sneer.

In the chaotic street fighting, the last messenger wizard beside Lieutenant General Cantor was inserted into the sun by a poisoned short arrow. His staff and the messenger were also left behind or died in battle while fleeing, which led to the complete paralysis of the entire command system of the rebel army for a while. The connection between the Lieutenant General and his country's rear, especially the "peacekeeping force" that was rushing, was also interrupted.

At this moment, the last guard who was escorting Lieutenant General Cantor's escape was also fainted due to a shot in the knee, causing heavy artery bleeding. But in front of him, thousands of veterans of the Elf Army armed to the teeth were constantly pouring into the city, fighting with the remaining rebels, and pushing step by step towards the trench where Lieutenant General Cantor was hiding.

And behind this trench is the vast sea. The poor lieutenant general has no way out.

In fact, although the artillery attack just now was earth-shaking, these people under Lieutenant General Cantor were all veterans of the Legion who had been fighting for the rest of their lives on the battlefield. They had experienced extremely rich experience. They had already dug anti-aircraft trenches on the ground and piled up bunkers with sandbags.

When conventional solid shells hit, they were like heavy punches on cotton. First, most of the power was diluted by relatively soft sandbags, and then the tortuous trenches were hindered from killing people. The actual destructive power was very limited. The soldiers of the uprising army who died in these rounds of fierce shelling were probably not even one-tenth of the elves buried at the same time.

However, the poisonous gas bombs thrown from the air caused a devastating blow to the defenders!

Countless javelins or darts carved with complex runes were thrown from the air by them, penetrated heavily into barricades, trenches or building windows, and then a cluster of deadly green mist rose. People without protection, let alone sucking in, even if their skin is slightly adjacent, would be red and swollen on the spot, and their skin was covered with blisters: then their hands and feet twitched, their eyes were blind... and finally they died in extreme pain.

Although most of the rebel prisoners of war who were attacked by poison gas had a captured rifle in their hands, they were extremely short of various casters and magical items. They had neither gas masks nor mages and priests who cast spells and detoxified for them, and they didn't even have a few bottles of healing potions.

Therefore, when the poisonous gas dissipated with the sea breeze, the Elf Army infantry began to carefully enter the city of Ryuhipa along several main streets, the rebel soldiers guarding the bunkers in various blocks had either been overwhelmed by the poisonous gas or fled elsewhere to avoid the poisonous gas, and could not form effective resistance at all. The command center was destroyed by the Elf Airborne, and no one could stand up and organize the defeated soldiers and launch a counterattack.

As the enemy continued to use poison gas, the battle to launch a "targeted cleaning" on several blocks that resisted were almost desperate.

Lieutenant General Cantor, who was buried mostly by rubble and dust, looked up at the elf scout who was searching for him and the poisonous fog slowly floating. Lieutenant General Cantor, who was alone, couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand and closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that he had been completely defeated, and that he was about to turn into a massacre unless a miracle could happen.

Unfortunately, the reason why miracles are called miracles is because of their rareness and rareness...

"………………………… It seems that there is really no way out this time... Oh, okay, when I was defeated and captured on the battlefield in the dark area, I should have committed suicide with the commander of the legion. Now I have lived for so many days, and have been able to escape from the prisoner-of-war camp, turning Yongju Island upside down. It is worth the age of creating such a grand scene in the capital of the elves. "The Lieutenant General sighed in despair, took off his already ragged military cap, dusted the dust covered on it, carefully polished the traces of your hat, and then put it on again, preparing to welcome the arrival of death as calmly and decently as possible.

However, in the next moment, a miracle finally really came.

"...swhoo~~~boom!swhoo~~boom!swhoo~~boom!"

A string of long and shocking sharp cannons suddenly sounded from the sea behind the rebels.

Immediately, a huge mushroom cloud gradually rose up in an enemy artillery position on a hill commanding height outside the suburbs of the royal capital, and there were faint explosions that were so great!

Could it be that it hit the enemy's ammunition depot?

Well, no, what needs to be clarified now is where the shells were fired from?

Lieutenant General Cantor shook his head in the trench. Before he could turn around, he felt his vision suddenly dark. He looked up in surprise and saw a narrow shadow as huge as a castle, passing by overhead at an astonishing speed. The violent waves of air ignites along the way even overturned several elves who were trying to come over without knowing their lives.

At the same time, the majestic female voice amplified by amplification magic, and a huge phantom of a gold-edged green leaf badge: "…In the name of all the elves, the Supreme Queen of Yongju Island, the peacekeeping forces of the friendly Nesèrel Empire are now invited to stalk Yongju Island to stoop the war. Wherever the peacekeeping forces go, all armed forces will cease fire on the spot and wait for punishment! Violators will be punished as public enemies of the two countries!"

When Lieutenant General Cantor felt relieved and lost all his strength when he heard this announcement in the elves, Nasèrel and Common Language repeatedly recited, Lieutenant General Cantor felt relieved, and he suddenly lost his strength. He sat in the trench, gasping for breath, but a smile of relief appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!