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"Old Nelson, don't be stunned, the enemy is coming again, this time they are flying in the sky!"

The young militiaman loudly reminded the dazed old Nelson, then raised the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at the air.

Old Nelson came to his senses after hearing this, looked up at the dark shadow gradually approaching the city wall, shook his head and said:

"Sure enough, it's not my experience that's wrong, it's the enemy who doesn't know how to fight!"

"First, they didn't set up camp to rest, nor did they use siege equipment to cover the city. Instead, they sent people to cross the moat and die."

"Now they've sent our precious flying knights to die. It seems like the opposing commander is nothing but a good-for-nothing. I overestimated him."

The young militiaman heard this and asked in confusion:
"Why do you think these flying knights are here to die? The moat and the city walls can't stop them at all?"

"Flying monsters are very agile, so it's hard for us to aim and shoot them down."

Old Nelson patted the crossbow cart beside him and replied:

"Of course your bows and arrows can't hit them, and the moat can't stop them, but our ballistae can."

"No matter how agile a flying monster is, it has to get close to us before it can attack."

"Even if it's a long-range move, you have to get close, otherwise it won't cause much damage to us."

"And they just need to lower their altitude so that our ballistas can hit them."

"Not to mention that their bodies become stiff when they use their moves, making them sitting ducks."

"So few people would send flying knights to attack a city. They are more suitable for fighting in the field."

After listening to Old Nelson's explanation, the young militiaman nodded first, then asked:

"Then why did the enemy send them to die?"

Old Nelson said disdainfully: "Didn't I just say that the commander on the other side has no brains?"

"But isn't the enemy's lord the invincible Baron Ryan?" asked the young militiaman. He had also heard of Ryan's reputation.

"This..." Old Nelson showed a hesitant expression on his face: "Maybe he didn't command the army personally, or maybe the rumors are exaggerated."

"Those nobles are used to bragging about themselves, and Baron Ryan had previously fought other nobles, so he might not have encountered any decent enemies."

The young militiaman understood and said, "Is that so? That's why I said there's nothing to be afraid of in war."

Old Nelson was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute, so he could only change the subject:

"Okay, put down your bow and arrows quickly. You want to make a contribution, right? I'll leave the crossbow to you this time. Try to shoot down the next enemy."

Hearing that he had the opportunity to operate the crossbow cart, the young militiaman said with surprise:

"Really? Thank you, Uncle Nelson! I will definitely not let you down!"

"Heh, you change your face so quickly, kid. If your father hadn't treated me well, I wouldn't have given up. Come here quickly!"

Old Nelson gave the position of firing the crossbow to the young militia.

The other militiamen had no objection to this. On the one hand, as a veteran, Old Nelson had a high enough prestige and he usually took good care of them, so they were willing to give Old Nelson some face.

On the other hand, the crossbows may not necessarily hit the enemy, as there are so many crossbows on the city walls, as well as a large number of magical beasts.

There are only twenty or thirty enemies, so it can be said that there are more wolves than meat.

Even if they really hit the target, they would also get a share of the credit, after all, one person cannot control the crossbow cart.

So they didn't say anything to stop it, but instead kept encouraging the young militiaman, telling him not to be nervous.

The young militiaman came to the launching position with excitement on his face, and with the help of Old Nelson and others, he aimed the crossbow into the air.

Through the aiming device, the young militiaman clearly saw the figure getting closer and closer in the air.

At this moment, the voice of the messenger came to his ears:
"Captain Will has given the order. Shoot freely and shoot down all the enemies in the air!"

"Repeat, free fire!"

The young militiaman was about to fire subconsciously, but was stopped by old Nelson.

"Don't be nervous or anxious. They haven't lowered their altitude yet. Firing at this time would be a waste of arrows."

The young militiaman stopped what he was doing when he heard this. Although he teased old Nelson, he was still very convinced of the veteran in his heart.

Sure enough, just as Old Nelson said, the crossbow arrows fired from the other crossbow carts were all easily dodged by the monsters in the air.

Seeing this, Old Nelson snorted coldly and said unhappily:
"It's true that each generation is worse than the previous one. The quality of you new recruits is too poor."

"Leaving aside the distance issue, you guys don't even recognize the Toucan, do you?"

"This monster has extremely strong eyesight and reaction speed. It is almost impossible to be shot in normal flight."

"The best time to fire the crossbow arrows is when it lowers its altitude and attacks us."

"Fortunately, we have a large number of crossbow carts in Guanhai City, and we have guarding monsters, otherwise they would rush down while we are loading the crossbow carts."

The young militiaman smiled sheepishly: "Uncle Nelson, I really didn't know the ability of the toucan."

"In our Guanhai City, aren't guards and nobles the only ones who can learn about Warcraft?"

Old Nelson curled his lips: "Then how do I know?"

"You're a veteran."

"What's wrong with being an old soldier? Old soldiers don't know everything when they are born!"

"Okay, so how did you know that?"

"Of course I am. Alright, stop talking nonsense, the enemy is about to rush down to attack, get ready to fire the crossbows!"

"Yes!"

The young militiaman quickly focused his attention on the diving toucan, and heard old Nelson's voice again in his ears.

"Wait, wait a moment."

"Okay, the altitude is about right. It's about to launch. Why is it increasing its altitude again?!"

Old Nelson's voice suddenly became louder, scaring the young militiaman so much that he accidentally fired the crossbow.

"Whoosh!"

The crossbow arrow hit the air accurately without even touching the fallen feathers of the toucan.

However, Old Nelson did not blame the young militiaman. Instead, he looked up into the sky in surprise and muttered to himself:
"That shouldn't be the case. Why didn't the Toucan attack?"

"He seemed to have thrown something down there. Could it be that he wanted to throw rocks at us to death? This is a joke!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the round object fell next to them, hitting no one.

The surrounding militiamen came over one after another, looking at the object in front of them curiously:
"What is this? It looks like a large tree fruit!"

"Could it be that the enemy is frightened by our defeat and wants to give us gifts to please us?"

"Hahahahaha, it's not impossible!"

"Hey, look! It's starting to glow!" It looks like a fruit? It can glow?!
Old Nelson's eyes widened involuntarily, and he grabbed the young militiaman who wanted to join in the fun, and ran back desperately, shouting:

"Run! That thing will!"

"boom!!"

Before old Nelson could finish his words, a strong light appeared on the city wall, followed by a deafening explosion.

Even though Old Nelson tried his best to escape, he was still knocked to the ground by the blast and his body was scratched by the flying stones.

The young militiaman hit the wall hard and fainted.

But they were lucky enough to escape from the center of the explosion in time.

Those militiamen who did not have time to escape were already lying on the ground covered in black, and some were even without intact bodies. The scene was extremely tragic and bloody.

Old Nelson stared at the scene blankly, and said in a trance what he had not finished just now:
".It will explode. The hazelnut ball will explode!"

When Old Nelson heard the descriptions from other militiamen, he had already recognized the objects dropped by the enemy.

It's not a stone, but a hazelnut ball that will explode when it hits the ground!

Although this monster, which is common in the wild, can explode at any time, it is not dangerous as long as you stay away from the trees where it lives.

Who would have thought that the enemy would actually use them in war, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Not only does it avoid the risk of flying monsters being hit by crossbow arrows when releasing their moves, but it also causes heavy losses to one's own side.

Just one hazelnut ball killed several militiamen and destroyed a crossbow.

The key point is that the enemy could not have thrown just one hazelnut ball. The continuous explosions heard by my ears were enough to prove that the entire city wall was being bombarded by the enemy.

No, we can’t stay on the city wall anymore. Who knows if those crazy people will throw hazelnut balls here again.

That’s right, in old Nelson’s eyes, these flying knights are a group of absolute lunatics.

You know, the hazelnut balls will explode if they are slightly stimulated. Aren’t they afraid of killing themselves?
Madman! The enemy is absolutely madman!!
There was no need for him to fight with a group of fearless lunatics. It would be too worthless to die at the hands of such an enemy!
Thinking of this, old Nelson endured the severe pain in his body, staggered to his feet, and quietly walked towards the stairs.

When passing by the fallen young militiaman, old Nelson hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and carried him on his back.

"Just think of it as finding a human shield for myself. If I encounter the supervision team, I can explain that I am transporting the wounded."

"Boy, if you can survive this time, you must take care of me until the end of my life!"

Old Nelson muttered as he quickly ran towards the stairs.

Behind him were flames rising into the sky and billowing smoke, which together formed a stunning and cruel picture.

The roar of explosions and bursts of wailing seemed to be dubbing the picture, vividly depicting the horror of the battlefield.

If the young militia were still awake at this time, they would probably never take war lightly again.
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The players on the other side of the moat also saw the flaming city walls, and they shouted and cheered for the flying troops.

"The flying corps is awesome!"

"Blast! Keep on blowing up! Blast these scums who are abusing Pokémon to death!"

"Well, it seems that the merchants are the ones who abuse Pokémon. They can't defend the city."

"Who cares? These people guarding the city are not good people anyway!"

Among the cheering players, Patrick was the loudest one, jumping up and down and shouting:

"Hahahahaha, did you see that? The one leading this group is the vice president of our guild. This tactic was proposed by our guild! Are there any brothers who want to join our guild?"

Seeing this, Hao Ren, who was standing by, immediately covered his face and silently distanced himself.

As a result, he had only taken two steps when Patrick grabbed his arm.

"This good guy is also the vice president of our guild. Although his name sounds like an undercover agent, he is smart and is the think tank of our guild."

"Brothers who want to join our guild can consult him. I guarantee that he will answer any questions you have!"

Upon hearing this, Hao Ren immediately shook off Patrick's hand and said anxiously:
"Don't talk nonsense! Who are you? I don't know you!"

"Ah? Good brother, have you lost your memory? I am Patrick!" Patrick said with concern.

Hao Ren was speechless: "Then why don't you go find your SpongeBob to catch jellyfish!"

"Jellyfish? Didn't I already capture a wild jellyfish? Do you want to capture one too?"

Patrick looked at Hao Ren with shining eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to say "You have good taste."

Hao Ren: "."

Once again, he regretted why he was blind and insisted on teaming up with Patrick!

I heard from the Taciturn God that there are Pokémon in this world that can control time, and he must ask them to turn back time in the future!

Xu Ruofeng, who was not far away, was eating the melon with relish, and whispered to Chen Yan beside him:

"Did Patrick and his team really come up with the 'carpet bombing' tactic of the flying corps?"

Chen Yan nodded gently: "Yes, to be precise, it was a tactic discussed by Brother Good Man and Brother Crow."

"It is said that they got the inspiration when they were leveling up with the Hazelnut Ball. They felt that the Hazelnut Ball was very similar to a bomb in the real world and could effectively strike the enemy, but its stability was too poor."

"But this problem is not difficult to solve. As long as we negotiate a reward with the Hazelnut Balls, they will be willing to follow the trainer's instructions and control the timing of their explosions."

"After all, the life of hazelnut balls in the wild is very hard. They are unable to move easily and can only wait for prey to come to them. They are often hungry and explode from time to time due to stimulation."

"And if they cooperate with us, not only will they have enough to eat every day, but they will also receive timely medical treatment after their self-explosion. This kind of life is like a god's life for the hazelnut balls."

"So after getting Eve's consent, the good guys easily convinced the Hazelnut Clan and brought them back to Feiyu Town for training."

"After a period of training, the players in the flying unit have already mastered this tactic."

"With the help of the Toucan's [Sharp Vision] and [Sniper] traits, they can throw the hazelnut ball near the target with a high probability."

"Although there will be some errors, it is not a big problem. The facts also prove that their tactics are very good!"

Xu Ruofeng continued to eat melon: "This tactic is really powerful. I think there is no need to fill the moat or build a bridge. We can just use flying troops to take down the city gate."

Chen Yan glanced at Xu Ruofeng and snatched the fruit from Xu Ruofeng's hand:
"We are at war, who told you to sit here and eat melons?"

"And I've told you so many times not to underestimate the wisdom of the NPCs. I think they're going to fight back soon."

Xu Ruofeng stared at the fruits that Chen Yan had taken away and said unconvincedly:

"Fight back? They've been bombed so badly that they can't even raise their heads. How can they fight back?"

Chen Yan turned his head and looked in the direction of Guanhai City, and said with a serious expression:

"Don't forget, Guanhai City also has a flying unit."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will soon see an air battle." (End of this chapter)