The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 233 Precision Counter Artillery

"Hey, newcomer, I told you not to look at it!"

The old soldier persuaded again, but no matter how he ordered, the new artilleryman could not help but run to count the bullet holes.

"It's no use Zawani, let him go, he's just a monkey who's curious about everything.

When he sees blood, he won't be so restless. "

"Ugh."

The veteran sighed and accepted his companion's suggestion.

Several veterans got together and continued to play Gwent.

The Skaven Artillery has fought ten rounds, and so far has not had a commendable hit.

It took several minutes for them to fire each round, and no one knew what the rat people were calculating, and they just couldn't hit them anyway.

But the new recruit, Nafiel, was very anxious, because the veterans might not have noticed it yet, but he, who had been observing all the time, knew very well that the Ratmen were shooting more and more accurately, and the shells had hit a big crater several times in a row .

In fact, in the third round, the ratman artillery had already fully aimed at their respective targets.

It's just that due to bad luck, even if the parameters are correct, they can't get an effective hit.

But this situation will no longer continue.

Finally, in the No. 11 round, the shells began to fall on the imperial artillery positions.

The veterans, however, didn't care.

"Their guns are really lucky! Mad! My cards are all dusted!"

"Hey! Don't think I didn't see it! You got out while the ashes were falling! I won't play anymore! Next one!"

The veterans yelled a bit, but they still didn't stop what they were doing.

The officers didn't bother to care about them and continued to chat.

Only Nafer, as if he had lost his soul, ran over with a disfigured face, rolling and crawling.

"Brothers! We have to fight back immediately! The next round is going to break through!"

"It scares the children, mice, please take a break!"

"Leave him alone, let's get on with it."

"Son, don't look at it, come and play Gwent with me, it's fun."

"No! Gentlemen! They're getting better! We can't sit here anymore"

Nafiel frantically wanted to prove all this to the veterans, but before he could finish speaking, a new round of shelling by the Ratmen came.

A 75mm artillery shot accurately hit their gun position. With the weakening of the previous round of 45mm artillery, this solid bullet directly penetrated their bunker.

A giggling veteran was still sitting on the ground playing cards at the time, but his head was gone in a blink of an eye, and dripping hot blood gushed out like a spring, wetting Nafel's boots.

The officers were all startled, and then they heard "The No. [-] artillery position is finished!".

Beep————!
The artillery officers blew their whistles one after another, loudly urging the artillerymen to prepare to fire immediately.

"It's evil!"

The veterans on Nafel's position also picked up their hats one after another, and stood up one after another without caring about cleaning up the Gwent cards and corpses on the ground.

"Battle No. [-]! Ready to fire!"

"Solid bullet! Kid Nafel! You're the loader now!"

"Loading complete! Ready to fire!"

"Blow them up!"

The quality of the imperial artillery is also very good. In less than a minute, they dropped the cards in their hands and returned to their combat positions.

boom----!
The 12 85mm cannons on the city wall roared one after another, and the shells that the imperial officers had high hopes for flew towards Ickert.

But the result surprised both parties.

The maximum range of the Empire’s 85mm artillery is only about 700 meters. Even if the high ground is added, the range is only 800 meters. on the ground.

Many shells were also shot crookedly.

"Hahahahahaha!"

For a moment, the Ratmen's position was filled with cheerful laughter.

The imperial artillery looked at me and I looked at you, all of them flushed with embarrassment and indignation.

"Good sons of the clan! The shells of those underground people are as soft as their lower bodies! Reload! Let them see real artillery!"

The Ratman officers reloaded the cannonballs with high morale, shouting proudly: "Clan chief's artillery!"

"Fire!"

Another round of accurate shooting came. The 45mm gun smashed the soil in front of the artillerymen, and the small stones mixed inside shot into people's fragile eyes. Destroy the artillery.

"That cannon fell off the city wall!"

"Sir! The No. 11, No. [-], and No. [-] artillery positions have lost their combat capabilities. It's not that the artillery is damaged! It's that the artillery is dead!"

"Damn it! Look at the sky! Those mortars are coming!"

The artillerymen looked up towards the sky, and six 6mm mortar shells had already hit their foreheads.

"Father above!"

The No. [-] artillery position where Nafir was located received a grenade. The explosion and fragments tore apart the veterans, and Nafier's left arm was also scratched. He wanted to continue operating the cannon, but found that the running frame was completely damaged up.

The cannon tipped over on one side, just killing their officer.

Desperate Nafiel ran out of the emplacement, and then there was another explosion, and the earth mage who was in charge of repairing the wall was blown up into the sky, his arms and head flew high, and other parts fell to nowhere went.

Nafiel reached out and took the broken mage robe.

"Me! I'm going home! I'm going home!"

The proud Imperial Artillery had lost more than half of the enemy before they had done any damage, and their bodies were strewn all over the walls.

At this time, Colt, who had already retreated to the rear to watch the battle, turned green with anger, that was not another unit!But the precious Imperial Artillery!Artillery is the most expensive armed force in this era, second only to superhumans!

In the most difficult time of the empire, the bells in the church were melted down to save another artillery unit!

The Elector will kill him!
It's not easy to be turned into a zombie by his witches!

"Get the artillery! Quick! Withdraw all the artillery and artillery! If they die like this, we will have nothing to defend!"

Colt didn't even dare to think about how his family would be treated if he lost the fortress!
"But, my lord, wouldn't the removal of the cannon be at the mercy of them?"

"They are all dead! Find time to reinforce the emplacement and then let them go up!"

"Yes! Commander!"

The adjutant immediately rushed to dispatch the undead, and used the corpse to forcefully carry the artillery and artillerymen off the wall.

The infantry officers couldn't help swallowing when they saw the miserable-looking artillerymen, and subconsciously began to imagine the scene of the shells exploding at their feet.

Fear began to spread, except for the high wall, they had no way to counter their opponents.

The use of artillery to ruthlessly kill orcs and natives belonged to the empire's patents. No one expected that today they would stand on the side of being slaughtered.

On the Ratman position, Ickert happily asked Targaryen:

"Targaryen, what time is it?"

"I think... about 8 o'clock in the morning for the Clan Chief."

"Very good, you record it like this. At eight o'clock in the morning, we defeated the artillery of the underground people. In less than two hours, we have defeated them!"

(End of this chapter)