My Empire

"41 soldiers were killed, and more than 4,700 enemy troops were annihilated..." Modeller sat on a chair in the city hall, listening to reports from his officers. All the furniture in this city hall is from Ailan Hill, even the iron candlesticks.

Although not so beautiful and generous, Ailan Hill's industrial products destroyed the local handicraft industry in Arante, leaving countless people unemployed and more destitute, making countless people start to resent the exploitation of their own Arante Empire...

"The consumption of bullets has increased exponentially. The effect of heavy machine guns is really... amazing, but their consumption is also very terrifying. A full 6,000 rounds of bullets were burned out in less than ten minutes..." A little bit of awe said to Modler.

"Not too much." Modler waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "If we get into street fighting, the loss will be more and the consumption will be greater. In fact, the enemy can be annihilated at the crenellation. It’s a fortunate thing."

Two machine guns can be shot for ten minutes, and an average of 300 rounds can be poured out in one minute! Such firepower can't even think about it a year ago, and now it is definitely a miracle of industrial civilization.

The Ailan Hill unit, which lacked the last short board, was now invincible in the world. All they need to face now is the final test, the magic army from the Holy Demon Empire.

"Deploy the anti-aircraft guns on the city's head. Two machine guns are placed in the gap, and the remaining machine guns are scattered on the four walls! I want to form a complete air defense net here! Don't let the Dragon Knight get close to the city!" Modeller was not happy at all, and ordered himself.

On the one hand, the victory at this moment is the ending he can already guess, so he can't get excited at all. On the other hand, the dragon knight of the distant Holy Demon Empire seemed to be a nightmare, and Modlear was worried before the real fight and the outcome.

Another reason is that Modler has just received definite news. The defender of Wallavo City, the man who fought to the end, is his acquaintance. The man who has worked with him and is upright and decent. Old man.

Frankie... This name makes Modler feel heartbroken. He feels that such a good person shouldn't have died in such a battle. He even thought that Frankie could play for Ailan Hill. If he was there at the time, he would definitely have a good talk with the old man.

Unfortunately, when Modler rushed to the gap in the city wall, the second battalion had already occupied the head of the city, and the first battalion had also controlled the city hall. The soldiers who remained in the gap to maintain order briefly introduced the situation to Modler, and then Modler saw the long sword still stuck on the ground.

The long sword Modler was quite familiar, with Frankie's personal emblem on it, and it was also a well-known long sword in the empire. But now it was stuck alone on the pile of corpses, and it was so full of blood that it was hard to see its original appearance.

After Modler walked over, he saw Frankie's body. The old man who had taught Modler's swordsmanship lay peacefully on the ground, with dried blood everywhere and no more blood flowing out. The hole.

The old general with invincible swordsmanship was finally killed by a group of farmers who had only practiced assassination for a few months. The way to kill the old general was not a desperate fight, but a calm aim and a deadly shot.

Even if I saw the corpses all over the floor, even if I had seen the live ammunition fired by the cannons, had already watched the fierce firepower of the heavy machine gun anti-aircraft guns, Modler still saw the corpse of General Frankie for the moment. Really feel that this era has changed.

"Go and send a telegram!" After signing his name on the battle report for the city of Wallavo, Modler suddenly felt that he was a bit unlike a general. He feels more like a clerk, a thief who can taste the fruits of victory without having to charge for battle.

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The same thing as Modler, there is also Bourgeois. After his troops advanced to Maricha, they only fired two shots and waited for the opponent's surrender: not everyone is as stubborn as Frankie, especially After seeing the power of the cannon. The timid defender not only presented the city intact, but also brought a full 20,000 prisoners...

In this way, in fact, Ailan Hill has almost completed his offensive goal. They have captured most of the city they want to capture, and they have obtained the many resources they want.

The many stories heard from the Great Wizard of Frenzberg gave Ailan Hill a very clear goal for this southward attack. They hope that through this attack, they can master a magic concentrate that Arrant has mastered!

Among all the objectives of the campaign, this objective is placed first. And in the magic concentrate of the Arante Empire, the northernmost one is just east of Wallavo. This is why after the plan was drawn up, the 5th and 6th divisions were placed on the front, and the 4th division, which was numbered even higher, was placed on the side.

According to the plan, the reserve regiments that subsequently entered the territory of Arante were basically going to fight in the direction of Volavo. What they have to do is very simple, that is, to control the area east of Wallavo, advance to the mountains, and lay down that valuable mine.

With this concentrate, Ailan Hill can create a magic ball of knowledge. With the magic ball of knowledge, Chris can spread his knowledge and create more scientists and engineers.

With these engineers and scientists, the industrialization and modernization of Ailan Hill will be more rapid, and the entire country will embark on the fast track of rapid development, becoming an "industrial empire" that the magic empire must fear.

Don't say that the magic empire has such silly things as forbidden curses or super magic. In the direction of ruining the world, industrial civilization is not weaker than those powerful magic. Not to mention those unreachable future technologies, only nuclear weapons, the ability of modern industrial civilization to destroy itself is already so strong that it makes people stunned.

If, if you add those scientists who wake up every morning to make the sun in their own laboratory, then whether this path of self-destruction is the magic civilization going faster or the industrial civilization going further, it’s true. It's hard to say.

Even the craziest magic forbidden spell, can't be so strong that it creates a sun, right? Think about those horrible chemical weapons and bacterial weapons... Even the courage of the future genetic weapons industrial civilization on the brink of constant temptation is definitely not more than that of the magic empire.

And war weapons are just a small branch of the products of many industrial civilizations. What really makes industrial civilization take off is the sky-defying productivity and terrible construction speed.

Of course, all of this must be based on the ability to withstand the attack of the magic empire in this southward war. If the army of the magic empire wins, then Ailan Hill will fall into destruction, and Chris will become another "hero" written into history.

"All the Arrant troops near Maricha have been eliminated. They surrendered as fast as our advancing speed." Bourgeois commented on Arrant's soldiers and commanders in the combat briefing: "A group is not as good as this. The peasant army."

In fact, his evaluation is very pertinent. The powerful Arrant frontier army has actually surrendered and been crossed by them. The soldiers stationed on the border are the elite frontier troops of the Arrant Empire, but they chose to stand in love. Lanhill's side.

The remaining elite troops have been transferred south and joined the battle against the Dothan Empire, so the remaining troops, especially those in the hinterland of the Arante Empire, are actually pretty good-looking.

Therefore, before the reinforcements of the Arrant Empire assembled under the order of Arant Hook rushed to the front line, the combat effectiveness of these guards who defended the city was actually very limited.

What is more regrettable is that the reinforcements of the Arante Empire are still on the way, and all the places that need reinforcements have been occupied by Ailan Hill.

The only unsure direction at present is the Bude direction of Korya's attack. The battle over there has not yet begun at this time, Bud is still in the hands of the Arante Empire.

There are many reasons for this situation. The most direct reason is that the frontier army in the direction of Bud has not actually been weakened. On the contrary, it has been strengthened because of the fact that Arante wanted to guard against the Higgs kingdom.

These border guards, which were originally aimed at the Higgs Empire, have now become the biggest obstacle for Korya to attack Bude. The opponent has a total of more than 40,000 field troops, and there are even 10,000 very effective cavalry.

There are only more than 5,000 people in Coria's hands, almost one-tenth of the opponent's. With this number of people, he still has to take on the fortified task of Bode City and count as the defenders in the city, and Corea's number disadvantage is even more obvious.

But it is not without good news. At least the reinforcements of the steppe empire have arrived. These cavalry can offset the cavalry advantage of the Arrant Empire. After waiting for 10,000 steppe cavalry to come, Korya finally began a tentative attack. .

This battle, known as the Battle of Budd, broke out in the spring of 1743 in the magic calendar, but it was not very large. The total number of troops invested by both sides was less than 80,000.

The commanders on both sides are very interesting: Ailan Hill is the adjutant of the fledgling General Wagron, Coria, a small character that no one knew before this battle.

The battlefield commander of the Arrant Empire is a famous general. Arant Rumbach is not only a contemporary famous general, but also happens to be the uncle of the Arrant Emperor Hook, a serious relative of the imperial kingdom.