The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 244 There are reasons why the Air Force keeps underperforming.
"Watch out, there's a biological weapon!"

"Get out of here! Retreat!"

The soldiers hiding in the artillery shelter turned pale the moment they saw the green smoke.

They knew without even thinking that this must be an enemy biological weapon!

In previous wars, the Black Hawk Empire's army had used chlorine gas in attacks on other battlefields on multiple occasions, except that the chlorine gas was pre-packed in canisters and released when the wind direction was right.

This was the first time they had ever seen green smoke being fired directly from a shell like this!
One officer subconsciously frowned. He had studied some chemistry before joining the army, so according to his understanding, chlorine should not form such green smoke, right?

Chlorine does have color, but it shouldn't be this exaggerated; this stuff is almost like a green smoke bomb!
Without a second thought, all the soldiers quickly took out the masks they had prepared in advance, put them on their faces, splashed water on them, and then ran away from the place as fast as they could.

Because the Cambrian Empire had not encountered much biological warfare in previous wars, and because its military production capacity was also lagging behind, its soldiers were particularly cheap, so most of them could not afford to be equipped with gas masks.

After all, they're just a bunch of shady animals. Most of them can be mobilized with just a stamp. What good equipment are you expecting them to have?

These masks were all made by the soldiers themselves.

They listened to the advice of veterans who had retreated from the battlefield: prepare these masks, put them on quickly when the enemy uses poison gas, and splash water on them, which should have some effect.

This stuff isn't enough to make them completely ignore the enemy's poison gas, but it can at least give them more time to survive.

With that time, they could quickly withdraw from their positions.

At this moment, no officer was shouting that evacuation was forbidden.

Although the division commander had given this order to everyone beforehand, requiring everyone not to retreat even a step.

But everyone's not stupid. If they stayed put and were attacked by biological weapons, they would either die or be completely incapacitated. They should take this opportunity to run back and have a chance to fight back!

However, during the run, the thick masks these soldiers made themselves did not seem to be of much use.

Soldiers were coughing violently, and every now and then a soldier would collapse to the ground and never get up again.

When Cambrian soldiers saw their comrade fall, they tried to help him up, but after only a couple of attempts, they found that their bodies were also becoming unresponsive.

In the end, they not only failed to pull their comrades out of this hellish place, but they also ended up getting themselves trapped.

Running along the trenches, some soldiers observed the extent of the poison gas before taking cover in foxholes inside the trenches.

Since the poison gas hadn't spread, they had to hold the trenches; otherwise, if they kept retreating, they would have no chance to launch a counterattack once the enemy stormed their positions.

After this period of war, many of them have summarized their combat experience against the Black Hawk Empire.

One of the most important lessons they learned was that they must never let a retreat turn into a rout!

Because the Black Hawk Empire has elite soldiers and a sufficient number of armored units, they are particularly adept at pursuing and encircling fleeing armies.

Once the soldiers are completely routed, they will be relentlessly pursued by the enemy like sheep, and in the end, no one will be able to escape.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Cambrian soldiers vaguely noticed a group of figures rushing towards them.

"No way, when did the Black Hawk soldiers sneak in? How did they get into position so quickly?"

The soldier was a little confused, but that didn't stop him from firing at the figure in the smoke.

Those who were supposed to evacuate had already done so. These people covering the rear were the last group. Anyone who jumped out of the smoke at this time was undoubtedly the enemy!

Otherwise, if it were any of our own people without gas masks, they would have died in the smoke long ago. How could they suddenly appear at a time like this?

With the sound of a gunshot, a rifle bullet struck the leading figure in black.

To the soldier's surprise, his bullet did not knock down the enemy; the dark figure merely swayed before continuing its charge.

"What's going on? Is he wearing a bulletproof vest?"

The thought of elite soldiers in the Black Hawk Corps wearing breastplates and carrying submachine guns, flamethrowers, and grenades to form special combat engineer teams sent chills down his spine.

Those guys are tough to deal with. Fighting combat engineers with a rifle like mine is like fighting a brown bear with a fire poker!
Just then, the dark figure finally emerged from the smoke.

"Cold-blooded lady above, what have those evil devils done?"

Upon seeing the dark figure, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, for he suddenly realized that the dark figure was actually a Cambrian soldier!
To be precise, the dark figure was the moving corpse of a Cambrian soldier.

His shot must have pierced the corpse's heart; blood is still flowing from the large hole in its chest.

Even with such severe injuries, the creature continued to lunge forward, as if a person on the verge of dying of thirst had suddenly found a handful of clear water.

Seeing the corpse stretch out a hand and open its mouth to let out a silent roar, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine!
Forcing himself to calm down, he took a careful aim and then blew the corpse's head off with a single shot.

Fortunately, his marksmanship had been honed through continuous battles, and the corpse was relatively close to him, so he successfully scored a headshot.

What truly chilled him to the bone was that countless dark figures like this were constantly crawling out from the green smoke in front of him, and it wasn't just this one corpse!

It seems that even more Cambrian soldiers have been turned into zombies by the enemy without any explanation!
A major artilleryman, who had just given the order to fire from behind the lines, was communicating with his commander at the front via radio.

"How's it going?"

"It's hard to tell, but judging from the gunshots, things must be chaotic over there!"

"Very good, wait a little longer, and then we can launch our attack. This batch of necromancer shells is just an appetizer for them!"

After hanging up the communication, the artillery officer burst into laughter, surprised that the new gadget sent from China was working quite well.

The shells they used were not traditional grenades, nor were they any of the biological or chemical weapons of the past.

Prior to this, they had studied the use of chemical shells, but the performance of chemical shells on the battlefield was not as good as expected.

At least on the Western Front, this thing could only give the enemy a kill at the very beginning.

However, the Black Hawk Empire is best at all sorts of bizarre magical technologies. After some research by the Imperial Academy of Mages, they successfully developed this new type of necromancer cannonball.

Replace the internal filling with necromancer-added ashes, then strike hard. If an enemy inhales even a little of it, they will be assimilated into a zombie by the necromantic energy contained within.

Unfortunately, these zombies, which are not controlled by the necromancer, are completely irrational and will spontaneously attack any living thing around them.

Therefore, you cannot rush up to a position that has been bombed by necromancy cannons immediately, otherwise these zombies will fight the soldiers on your side who are rushing up first.

Although they couldn't directly charge in and immediately seize the enemy's retreating positions, this sudden wave of zombies still dealt a huge blow to the Cambrian army.

Looking at the scene before them, the soldiers who had escaped had bloodshot eyes. They couldn't believe that the Black Hawk Empire possessed such insidious weapons!

One of the soldiers who was tasked with killing suddenly broke down.

To prevent his fallen comrades from being resurrected by the enemy's necromancers, he spent his days repeatedly severing their heads with a cleaver, each cut causing him immense anguish.

He thought he had become numb and gradually gotten used to this kind of operation.

But when he saw his comrades, who had been transformed from living people into zombies after being bombarded by the necromancer shells, he really couldn't bear it.

He had already done all that, yet some of his comrades still turned into zombie puppets of the enemy!
The soldier, his mentality broken, roared and charged towards the other side, trying to rush into the smoke and kill his comrades who had turned into zombies again.

But he only ran halfway before collapsing to the ground and not moving.

Immediately afterwards, with a spasm, his body stiffened and stood up, like a wild beast that had lost its mind, and he turned around and pounced back at the position he had come from.

Even in that moment, he held the knife tightly in his hand and did not let go until his death.

One soldier uttered a vulgar northern slang term, and he was almost in despair.

Faced with such an enemy, how can they defeat him?

The Black Hawk Empire's army not only possesses various advanced technological weapons, but they are also utterly immoral and extremely ruthless.

Faced with enemies who would even desecrate the corpses of fallen soldiers, they were truly starting to lose their composure.

But at that moment, some Cambrian soldiers suddenly heard a strange engine sound coming from above them.

"Everyone be careful, there's something above us, what's that sound?"

One soldier looked up and saw several fighter jets swooping down from the sky. He nervously raised his rifle, wondering what kind of advanced technology the Black Hawk Empire had come up with this time.

But at that moment, his comrades-in-arms suddenly burst into a thunderous cheer.

"Hooray! Thank you, Lady Cold-Blooded, for your protection! General Vorontsov's air force has arrived!"

"No, we should thank General Vorontsov for his support and wish him good health and a long life!"

These soldiers had fought in Luga and had seen Andrei's air force.

Unlike the newly arrived, inexperienced recruits, they had witnessed firsthand the outstanding performance of Andrei and his air force units on the battlefield.

To put it bluntly, in the minds of these soldiers, as long as Andrei's air force arrived, they would be saved, and the damned Black Hawk devils would have to prepare to run away with their tails between their legs!

"Holy crap, is this some kind of biohazard outbreak down here?"

Seeing the green smoke billowing below and hordes of zombies rushing towards the soldiers, some players couldn't help but exclaim in alarm.

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
It has to be said that this game brings him extra surprises every time he plays it for a while!

"It looks like some kind of necromancy from the Black Hawk Empire again. To be honest, I feel like they have way too many necromancers!"

Some players couldn't help but complain about the scene below.

To be honest, compared to the Black Hawk Empire's use of necromancers, those traditional necromancers who only knew how to summon skeletons were simply pathetic.

Unexpectedly, necromancy these days can be made into poison gas bombs and directly launched onto the enemy's position.

But despite the complaints, the battle still needs to be fought.

From the players' perspective, these zombies are just scary to look at, or rather, they cause a serious blow to the morale of the soldiers.

But who are they?

They are the fourth calamity, devoid of blood and tears!
It's just a mere zombie, what's so special about it?
If it weren't for the circumstances, they would even dare to fight their own comrades!
So the newly arrived fighter jets immediately swooped down and began firing wildly downwards.

The first few fighter jets to arrive were all air combat fighters, because this type of fighter jet has an acceleration skill that allows it to fly faster.

Unfortunately, these fighter jets lack explosive attack methods; their only other attack skill is incendiary bullets.

However, these bullets coated with white phosphorus were still quite effective when swept into the trenches.

The zombies hit by the white phosphorus bullets immediately burst into flames. Although they didn't quickly turn into human torches like those burned by flamethrowers, the burning still seemed to inflict continuous damage on the zombies.

Some zombies were walking along when, for reasons unknown, whether their nervous system was burned out or something else, they suddenly collapsed with a thud.

However, overall, the player's barrage of fire was not very effective, because the zombies were much more resilient than regular soldiers.

Many zombies were hit by a barrage of machine gun bullets, and half of their bodies were riddled with holes, but they were still able to keep running forward.

There were even zombies that had been blasted in two by machine gun bullets, yet they were still climbing forward with their upper bodies – a truly horrifying scene.

"Stop shooting at these zombies, our machine guns aren't very effective against them. Go bomb the Black Hawk Empire's positions!"

A player suddenly shouted a reminder to his teammates, and then adjusted the plane's direction, heading straight for the enemy's position in the distance.

Of course, the main reason they gave up on these zombies wasn't actually because they were difficult to fight.

The real reason why players are not interested in zombies is that they don't get any merit points after killing them.

I don't know why, maybe it's because these zombies are a byproduct of the enemy necromancer's skills. Whether they are fighting zombies or skeletons, as long as they are fighting resurrected necromancer units, they will basically not gain merit.

That is, in the last time, they suddenly encountered a resurrected necromancer church, and after they destroyed that thing, they gained a large amount of merit.

But that thing is a boss unit, while the ordinary zombies below are obviously not bosses.

Players are unaware that they don't actually gain much merit when they destroy the Necromancer's Cathedral.

Because in Andrei's system interface, the only things that could provide him with an impact value were the necromancer who had been killed and the energy core that had been destroyed.

If it weren't for Andrei's belief that players should be given more rewards for their hard work in defeating this boss unit to maintain game balance, players wouldn't have earned many merit points.

After studying it for so long, Andrei still couldn't figure out what was going on.

He suspected that to generate impact value, one must be alive, and the impact of these dead people might not be within the scope of the system's statistics.

This left him somewhat disappointed; otherwise, he really wanted to study necromancy and then take the opportunity to grind monsters.

Find someone else's cemetery, use a necromancer to awaken all the corpses inside, and then give them a good beating. Wouldn't that be a quick way to rack up points?
Don't underestimate the Fourth Calamity and Andrei's desire to rack up points.

Since Andrei does indeed live in this messed-up world, he still has to consider things to some extent. If it were a player, they would stop at nothing to rack up points.

"Damn it! It's that latest aircraft from the Cambrian Empire again. When will we be able to copy it?"

Upon seeing the planes flying towards their positions, some Black Hawk soldiers couldn't help but want to curse.

They were also puzzled. When did the Cambrian Empire acquire such advanced aircraft?

Although this thing doesn't appear very frequently on the battlefield, every time it does, it inflicts heavy damage on them, and even their airships can't deal with it.

Many soldiers have heard rumors that the Black Hawk Empire is currently busy replicating this strange aircraft, but progress is not particularly good.

Of course, there were also some die-hard fans of the imperial nation theory who were extremely convinced of it and claimed that this aircraft was definitely stolen from the Cambrian Empire's own laboratory!

Otherwise, how could these numb and ignorant backward peoples possibly build such an aircraft?
Soldiers with even a modicum of rationality scoffed at such an idea.

They Blackhawks are indeed proud, but not to this extent of vanity.

They are inferior to others, that's all. They are not some peninsula kingdom in the Far East that wants to claim all the good things in the world as their own. Even their emperor has been inexplicably claimed to be an ancestor of a peninsula kingdom.

Of course, their emperor only used a little diplomatic skill to get the Peninsula Kingdom's diplomats to come and admit their mistake in person.

All I can say is that these idiots are really bad at the game but have no self-awareness about their own incompetence!

At the Black Hawk position, anti-aircraft guns were immediately pulled up and opened fire on the diving aircraft.

However, it was clear that compared to anti-aircraft guns that required adjusting their angles, the player's shooting accuracy was much higher. The anti-aircraft machine gun at the very front of the position had only just adjusted its angle halfway when it was met with a barrage of incendiary bullets.

This barrage of bullets hit the machine gun, and the unfortunate gunner and the anti-aircraft machine gun instantly burst into flames.

Meanwhile, several other anti-aircraft machine gun positions were also destroyed by the players at lightning speed.

"This is one of the major advantages of the Cambrian Empire's aircraft: speed and agility!"

In the command post, an officer, looking at the fighter jets diving overhead, said to the person next to him with a fanatical expression:

“I’ve said it before: the Empire’s aircraft are becoming obsolete, but our Grand Marshal Herman refuses to admit it!”

"So I need your help to shoot down an intact aircraft and find a way to control the enemy's mind!"

Several ancient god-type mages responded and then immediately left.

These mages behaved very differently from other imperial mages, and many people said they should actually be considered a special kind of priest rather than a mage.

Because they don't follow the traditional cultivation system of mages, they don't need to manipulate magic or meditate.

They only need to withstand some kind of mysterious power and ensure that their minds do not break down or go insane to be able to use some extremely bizarre methods.

Because of their uniqueness and the bizarre nature of many places, they are not widely accepted even within the Black Hawk Empire's mage academy.

Of course, this did not stop the emperor from liking these mages very much, because their abilities were very useful on the battlefield.

A player was flying a plane when the scene before him suddenly changed.

They felt that the world around them was becoming distorted, and the colors were becoming incredibly vibrant, as if the whole world had suddenly entered the state of Van Gogh's abstract art.

[Warning: You are experiencing a psychological attack from the enemy. Please proceed with caution!]

Just then, a system notification popped up in front of the player, making the player burst out laughing.

"Wow, I was wondering why I felt like I'd eaten an inspiration mushroom! Turns out it was a mental shock!"

"Oh no! Is there still Cthulhu giving out candy in this world?"

"It's alright, not surprising. Even the Four Little Vendors are suspected of existing in this world, so what if there's another Kelvin?"

"Hehehe, is anyone else like me who wants to see Cthulhu wrestle with Slaanesh?"

"I'd much rather see Cthulhu wrestle with the yellow weasel! And it would be best if Nurgle joined in too, making it a threesome!"

Andrei, who was following the armored forces at the rear, suddenly saw abstract content in the player chat area.

As he watched, his expression turned into that of an elderly person on the subway with a phone.

"What the hell is this? These days, gamers' XP is way ahead of its time!"

However, after witnessing the mental distortion technique, Andrei became slightly wary.

He wasn't sure if this was because there was something like Cthulhu in this world, or just a simple magical impact effect.

The more he researched, the more he felt that this world was quite toxic, and there were some things that he really had to be wary of!
"...Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, Tzeentch is also known as Nyarlathotep? At least in the Warhammer comics, it seems like that's the connection!"

"Hiss—! Could it be that my pilot caused a peculiar incident?"

Thinking of this, Andrei couldn't help but gasp; he really wasn't sure anymore.

"General, what's wrong? You don't look well!"

Beside Andrei, a cavalryman asked curiously. He was one of Andrei's bodyguards and also the best horseman in the group, after all, he was of Cossack origin.

But after looking at his colleagues, he really lacked confidence in his equestrian skills.

Within this column, the cavalry accompanying the armored units galloped at breakneck speed, each one of them displaying exceptional horsemanship, almost more like Cossacks than the Cossacks themselves!
And most importantly, these guys' warhorses seem to never tire, running for so long without stopping.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that his warhorse was of such high quality and that he had specially switched to a spare horse halfway through the journey, he would definitely not be able to keep up with the army's progress!

"It's nothing, I just realized some rather complicated issues!"

Andrei waved his hand, glanced back at his guards, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Ivan, if you really can't hold on, go to the back of the group and rest for a while. You can catch up with the other groups later!"

"Your horse looks like it's about to collapse from exhaustion!"

Upon hearing Andrei's words, the guard named Ivan was momentarily hurt.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had indeed lost to the general when it came to horseback riding.

Damn it, the general's horsemanship is superb, and the quality of his warhorse is too good. It's like a difference between two different dimensions!

But his conviction prevented him from falling behind. Otherwise, if he, as a guard, accidentally fell behind the ranks and was asked why, it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't keep up with his general's marching speed.

Seeing that he was still gritting his teeth and persevering, Andrei stopped trying to persuade him.

All he could say was that he'd have to equip his bodyguards with a batch of motorcycles next time, otherwise these guys would really be unable to keep up!

Meanwhile, under the manipulation of the ancient god-like mages, the players suffered severe mental pollution.

Although these players seem to have some kind of special firewall ability that can prevent the ancient god mages from probing their minds, they cannot prevent simple mental destruction; it can only be filtered to a certain extent by the players' game system.

After taking one look at the increasingly chaotic world that seemed to be about to fall apart, some players decided to just give up!
No matter where the enemy is, just keep the trigger pressed and sweep them away!
At worst, we can just let the plane crash into us and destroy everything at once!
"Holy crap! By the Emperor's grace, I ordered you to bring these aircraft down, not to smash them down!"

The officer in the command post turned green when he saw this.

Good heavens, the Cambrian Empire's pilots have completely let loose now. They're making those aircraft spin like crazy, and they just keep holding onto the machine guns.

Bullets were flying everywhere, and he wasn't sure if anyone had been hit, but he had a feeling that the plane might crash in his direction!

Several ancient god-type mages standing next to the officer were also somewhat bewildered.

One of the mages frowned and said cautiously:
"Sir, theoretically speaking, this shouldn't be the case!"

"My spell will confuse him and make him unable to distinguish his surroundings, but he can still barely tell where the ground is!"

"In that case, to avoid his brain from being knocked out on the spot, shouldn't he fly back immediately, or simply make an emergency landing on the ground?"

He couldn't understand why a normal pilot, upon seeing such a chaotic scene, wouldn't immediately make an emergency landing?

You know, once a pilot lands on the ground, there's a high probability he won't die; these guys are all precious gems.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what the players were thinking.

The players didn't know if they could land on the ground for an emergency landing, but they knew that if they crashed into a place where there seemed to be people, they could at least take a few guys with them!
To the black Hawk officer's astonishment, the fighter jet crashed directly into a spot less than 30 meters in front of his command post, smashing a Peacekeeper mech parked there as part of the escort force!

"Damn it, I need a complete aircraft, not this piece of junk!"

Looking at the raging wreckage before him, he couldn't help but curse angrily.

For this piece of junk, I actually threw away an armored vehicle!
The other planes weren't much better off. The players were all incredibly aggressive, and the scene was so chaotic that they couldn't even see where the enemies were. So they simply crashed their planes down and went to restart.

For them, it's better to restart the game than to fight with this kind of vision!
Otherwise, the visual experience of the game would be terrible, especially since they don't even know how to deal with this kind of mental pollution.

After this wave of air force aircraft ended, other fighter jets and bombers arrived.

Compared to the previous ones, the new batch of arriving fighter jets were either bomber killers or trench fighters, capable of launching rockets or dropping a large number of explosive metal spikes.

Compared to the initial fighter jets, these fighter jets significantly improved their ground attack efficiency.

It was precisely because there were so many types of fighter jets on the battlefield that Andrei was too lazy to unlock attack aircraft.

At least in reality, these fighter jets are comparable to attack aircraft in function, and it feels like the functions of attack aircraft can be replaced by these special fighter jets.

Compared to the player's fighter jets, bombers are the real formidable main force when attacking ground targets.

After all, in a normal war, enemy bombers only have a few opportunities to drop bombs. Once they run out of bombs, they have to go back to reload.

But the player's bomber is practically just taking a dump on people's heads, circling around while waiting for its skills to cool down, and dropping a batch of bombs every now and then.

The officers of the Black Hawk Empire were stunned as bombs rained down from above.

He felt like something was off!

Based on his experience, even if such an aircraft is relatively large, its carrying capacity should not be as great as that of an airship or similar vessel.

But judging from the bombing it's dropping now, he feels that this thing's bomb load capacity seems to be no smaller than that of an airship. Just how many bombs can it drop?

In addition to the bombing, the bombers were also firing their high-explosive cannons and machine guns.

In most cases, players rely on these two things to deal with ground-based anti-aircraft fire.

During the bombing, they had to fly over the enemy's heads, which was too dangerous; they could easily be shot down by ground-based anti-aircraft fire.

It's smoother to just pick up the machine gun and fire at the enemy below.

When the player's bombers swept through the enemy's artillery positions, the Black Hawk Army's offensive immediately crumbled.

Although they have set up some anti-aircraft positions here, it is clear that such a small number of anti-aircraft positions are not enough to intercept the players' bombing.

When howitzer after howitzer was destroyed by the player's bombardment, the commander of this unit was completely overwhelmed.

"Damn it, where's our air force? Why hasn't our air force shown up yet?"

He couldn't help but roar angrily on the phone, but the replies from the Air Force on the other end always disappointed him.

It's expected that we won't be able to depart for several hours. By the time the air force takes off, the enemy will have already bombed them all and fled!
To be honest, the fact that their air force support arrived late is not really the air force's fault.

Although the Imperial Air Force has become quite abstract in many ways since Grand Marshal Hermann took command, the main reason they cannot provide timely support is due to technical issues within the air force.

The airships they use cannot take off without several hours of preparation; simply inflating the airship takes at least two hours.

So even if they received the message, they couldn't just fly over in their airships immediately, unlike airplanes, which can take off with a little preparation.

On the battlefield, however, the idea of ​​using airships to provide timely cover for troops is a very abstract concept.

No matter how skilled the flight commanders are, as long as they are still using airships as a weapon, they will inevitably be unable to provide timely air cover.

After a series of bombing raids, most of the player's planes were destroyed, and the remaining ones flew away.

Actually, if the players had evacuated in time, their plane losses would have been much smaller than they are now, but unfortunately, these guys are all the kind who only care about their own fun.

Since there are enemies on the position, we should bombard them a bit. As for the enemy's anti-aircraft guns and the mages that keep taking positions, the players don't care about these things at all.

From a normal air raid perspective, it would be enough to eliminate their targets; there's no need to stay in the air and engage in skirmishes with the enemy's air defense positions.

Air force units that get entangled with ground-based air defense fire are all crazy guys.

Unfortunately, players feel uncomfortable when they see someone on the ground firing at them.

They would feel even more uncomfortable if the firing points weren't destroyed.

As a result, most of the aircraft were destroyed after bombing the enemy's artillery positions, and were eventually lost in the process of exchanging fire with the enemy's air defense positions.

They could have withdrawn already, but they insisted on bombing all the air defense positions before leaving.

After the remaining air force players finally withdrew, all the Black Hawk soldiers on the position couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

These guys have dropped countless bombs on our heads, over and over again, it's endless!

Honestly, even if you had several large airships hovering over their heads and continuously carpet-bombing them, the final effect would be the same, right?
"Damn it! What do we do next? Should we continue the attack?"

A disheveled officer ran into the headquarters and there he saw the equally disheveled division commander.

Instead of laughing at each other's appearance, he asked angrily.

"Attack! We must keep attacking! We've already launched special artillery shells. If we don't seize the time to continue the attack, won't all our previous efforts be wasted?"

"But Commander, our soldiers have just suffered heavy losses. If we continue the attack, I'm afraid they will have a hard time maintaining their morale!"

"Tell the soldiers to try harder and grit their teeth!"

"I believe the Imperial warriors are loyal enough that they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the Emperor!"

Since things have come to this point, he has no choice but to continue leading the charge.

Some soldiers stayed behind to collect the bodies of their fallen comrades and treat the wounded, while the rest of the soldiers, covered in dust and dirt, crawled out of the artillery shelters and, under the command of their officers, launched a new charge toward the distant positions with pained expressions.

Because of the previous air raids, many of their armored units had suffered varying degrees of damage, so they did not bring any armored units with them for this assault.

This time, however, they brought more mages to the front lines, preparing to rely on elite infantry to cooperate with the mages and take the position on the hilltop in one fell swoop!
In the Cambrian army's command post on the hilltop, the division commander had just received a telegram.

"Gentlemen, great news! General Vorontsov's reinforcements have arrived!"

"Tell the soldiers to hold on! Don't let them fall at the last moment!"

The news spread throughout the entire position at top speed, causing an uproar among the soldiers.

Although their division commander had repeatedly told them beforehand that General Vorontsov's reinforcements were about to arrive in order to boost the morale of the soldiers, this news now seemed to have a "crying wolf" feel to it.

However, out of trust in their superiors and also for the sake of their lingering illusions, the Cambrian soldiers on the front lines still unleashed a final burst of fervor.

"Soldiers, keep going! Don't fall in the final moments!"

"Our air force has already provided support; it's General Vorontsov's special air force. Our reinforcements will be here soon!"

Amid cheers, all the Cambrian soldiers distributed the last Molotov cocktails, and each of them took a sip and drank the vodka mixed with various substances.

Immediately afterwards, they all stuck their bayonets into the muzzles of their guns, and entrenching tools and other miscellaneous melee weapons were also distributed.

As they looked ahead at the Black Hawk troops launching another attack, the last batch of shells was fired, and mortars hidden throughout the positions unleashed a rapid barrage on the enemy.

As the last mortar shells landed on the enemy's charging ranks, a group of cavalry suddenly appeared on the flank of the Black Hawk Army.

(End of this chapter)