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It's Sunday, and I'm reading a book by a friend, also about Type-Moon, to help him get on the charts...

99. There are plenty of arrows, feel free to use them!

"King, enemy traces appear ahead!"

While the Uruk army was resting in the mountains, Russell received intelligence from the front.

Traces of the enemy...

The power surged in his body, allowing Russell to gradually leave the ground and watch the smoke rising in the distance without any obstruction from his sight at high altitude.

That was the dust raised by the advancing army.

Whether it was the power of the sun god or the divine power of the bond shared with Ereshkigal, Russell was able to remain suspended in the air.

After all, flying, something beyond the normal human realm, is a piece of cake for gods.

Not to mention gods, even for divine beasts, it is an easy task.

There can’t be a mythical beast that can’t fly, right?

Even a magician who has mastered the secret can do this easily.

Among the magical girls in Magical Girl Illya, except for Illya who can only jump continuously in the air because of common sense, the other magical girls can all fly, right?

"but......"

Looking at the dust stirred up in the distance, Russell said with some confusion.

"Why are the troops at the front so ragged?"

There was a glint in his eyes, but the picture that emerged puzzled Russell.

But it only took a moment for him to understand.

Those numb people who were driven to the front were not the so-called fighting troops.

Kish, currently a military meritocracy, will even enslave all the people in the conquered lands.

I'm afraid these are the so-called slaves?

What is even more tragic is that most of these are probably slaves who have run out of energy, are no longer strong and healthy, and have lost their labor value.

Were they driven to consume Uruk's military strength and break up its formation?

Consumables......

Russell landed back on the ground, with only these two words flashing through his mind.

Then, he looked at Anhaiduyana beside him and said, "Are our long-range attack methods ready? I see Kish's troops driving slaves forward, probably intending to break up our defensive formation and continue their assault."

If you are not ready, he will do it himself.

Although, this is a bit risky.

We need to prepare carefully. Didn't Shirou Emiya chop off Gilgamesh's elbow? It's always better to be cautious.

Russell thought about this and said it casually.

"If you are prepared, try to target Kish's rear troops with long-range attacks. That's their real army. As for the slaves in front..."

Thinking of this, Russell sighed and said, "It's very difficult for these people to even survive. It would be too cruel if they died here."

There is an old saying in the East: When gods fight, mortals suffer.

But why do mortals always have to suffer?

"You are truly a wise king..."

An Haiduyana was moved for a moment.

She thought of a sentence -

It is difficult to control the strength to step over an ant without crushing it.

Then, she felt that this sentence, with a slight change, would be appropriate to describe Russell.

It is very difficult to step on an ant without crushing it.

"Please rest assured, the long-range attack is ready..."

Anhaiduyana was just about to say that the long-range attack was ready and report the details, just waiting for Russell's order.

But the murmurs that came out of Russell's mouth interrupted her.

"I remember seeing a clay tablet in Uruk that said the treasury was well-stocked with arrows..."

Then, An Haiduana saw that Russell's expression became a little strange.

The words he spoke also began to become a little strange.

"In this case......"

"There are plenty of arrows. Feel free to use them."

"Archers, prepare to release!"

"Release the arrows! Yes, release the arrows."

After Russell came to his senses, he immediately gave instructions to An Haiduana.

"Once the enemy is within the range of the bows and arrows, have the archers release their arrows."

"No, King..."

Anhaiduyana obviously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Russell.

"Don't be stingy with your arrows. Just shoot as many as you can. Uruk has no shortage of them. Before the real battle, try to have your archers prepare a few waves of arrows to cover the attack."

"King, I want to say..."

"Even if it costs a thousand arrows or ten thousand arrows, as long as one more person survives in Uruk, it's worth it."

"king!"

"No need to say more, just go and do it."

Russell said this with a firm tone.

But Anhaiduyana just sighed.

Could it be that if the king had compassion for his subjects, she wouldn't have the same feeling?

She just wanted to say...

"Wang, actually, we have artillery with a longer attack range."

"?"

......

The King's Cannon, also known as Melammu Dingir.

Melammu generally refers to divine radiance or majesty, while Dingir means "god" in Sumerian.

This is a Noble Phantasm possessed by Gilgamesh, who belongs to the Caster class, and is a stunning artillery attack launched by the people of Uruk, who gathered all their strength in the era when the gods existed.

Although, we have seen this scene and this setting in games or animations.

But after seeing these obviously newly built cannons with his own eyes, Russell's expression was still a little strange.

"Are these newly made?"

"Yes, after you issued the order to build the treasury, someone created this weapon."

After An Haiduyana finished speaking, she thought for a moment and added at the end.

"It's quite powerful."

It's really impressive.

When Gilgamesh used it, he took out the prototypes of the Noble Phantasms in the King's Treasure and used them as cannonballs to create a fantasy collapse.

But now, the shells he used were not so luxurious.

But after all, the opponent is not a monster created by the power of Tiamat.

I just feel like the style of painting has changed a bit.

Suddenly it changed from "There are plenty of arrows, just use them" to "Fire the cannons and blow him up."

However, Russell was not bothered by this. A smile appeared on his face. He patted the cannons that were still shining with metallic luster and pointed into the distance and said.

"Gunner, prepare to load and fire!"

After giving such instructions, Russell still felt it was not enough and continued speaking with some reluctance.

"By the way, the archers are also ready to release their arrows."

He still wanted to fire thousands of arrows at once.

Moreover, because these artillery pieces and shells were newly manufactured, the number was not large.

Just use it to consume a wave from a long distance. It is difficult to expect firepower coverage across the entire battlefield.

Even so, it is enough.

"Then let the enemy be baptized by the barrage of bullets."

......

far away.

The officer who was carelessly driving the slaves forward suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.

There, there was a flickering fire.

Is it a meteor?

100. Aware of the Enemy

Do not......

Not a shooting star...

The young officer realized this when the fireworks in the sky approached this direction.

Big magic? Weapons? Or something else?

There was no time to judge, as the tiny flames in the distance that seemed endless were gradually growing bigger.

When the young officer came to his senses, he could only roar out one sentence: "Hide!"

A roar sounded on the earth.

The smoke filled the air, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The flames and smoke from the exploding shells obscured the sky, and the originally gentle moonlight now looked as pale as tears.

The air was filled with the smell of fire and blood.

Under the power of the shells and the cutting properties of the shrapnel, the shock wave caused almost all the soldiers at close range were torn to pieces.

Those at a slightly greater distance, although better off, have mostly lost their combat capability.

Shouts and cries, mixed with the sounds of falling shells and explosions, left the officers huddled on the slope, praying for the end of this hellish scene.

The light from the raging flames illuminated his terrified and desperate face.

only......

The sound of gunfire continued, but the young officer gradually calmed down.

For he found that the fire that came down from heaven did not destroy the army near him.

Instead, it bombarded the rear, reaping the lives of those at the rear of the army.

but......

why?

The young officer did not think that it was because of the accuracy of this terrifying weapon, or that the "quantity" was insufficient.

Judging from the continuous sound of artillery shells, the "quantity" is enough to cover the front of them and destroy them all.