Both the Venetians and Tanirians can clearly feel that the last moment is coming.

The arduous siege battle is a huge torture for both the offense and the defense. Everyone hopes to end all this, but they are also afraid of the arrival of the last moment.

The battlefield was so quiet for the first time. The night before, the thunder that had never stopped was silent for the first time. But everyone knew that temporary tranquility foreshadowed more blood.

The grinding wheel collided with swords, and Mars flew everywhere. The Vineta people polished their weapons over and over again. The musketeers were also grinding their lead bullets one by one, so that they could fit together with the barrel properly.

The defenders on the city wall were also preparing frantically, tirelessly bringing stones, sulfur, bundles of arrows and buckets of asphalt to the city.

In the early morning of the next day, the Venetta people began to gather, and the meat supply was distributed to every soldier for the first time according to the human hair.

Whether pious or ungodly believers, they all knelt down before the priests of the army and prayed and received blessings. The priests of the army walked past the soldiers and sprinkled holy water on everyone.

The massive shelling has lasted eleven days.

During this period, the defenders tried every means to try to reduce the damage caused by shells to the city walls:

Sprinkle lime and soil on the outer surface of the city wall to make the stucco mixed together, trying to add a layer of protection to the city wall; hang wood outside the city wall, bags of wool, and even precious tapestries, hoping to absorb the impact of shells; pile up mounds of soil behind the city wall to thicken the city wall in disguise; use wooden fences, soil and stones overnight to repair the gaps in the city wall, and use wooden barrels filled with soil as battlements.

However, none of these measures helped, and the city walls were inevitably going to fragment.

The Venettas followed the attackers of the Constantinople siege and improved the artillery method, so that the bullet points were distributed in a triangle: first use the cannon to blast two horizontal collapses eight or nine meters apart, and finally use the heaviest cannon to complete the final attack.

When a thirty-two-pound iron ball roars and hits the city wall, a chain reaction will be formed, resulting in a larger collapse based on the first two shellings.

This damage will cause the part connected to the wall to bear tensile stress exceeding the limit, just like a tree cut out of a V-shaped notch, accompanied by a terrible sound of fragmentation, the originally indestructible high wall collapsed.

From the fourth day of the mass artillery bombardment, the speed of the city wall being destroyed exceeded the speed of the defenders' restoration. Even if the Tanirians were able to make up the gap, they could not clean up the earth and rocks under the city wall under the Venetta guns.

Although piled up soil behind the city wall can slow down the damage of the city wall, once the city wall collapses, the pile of soil behind the wall will collapse. The outflow of soil and rocks will form a gentle slope in front of the gap, and will become a helper for climbing the city.

The Venetta army launched a tentative attack on various gaps, one of which even laid the battle flag on the top of the city, but in the end the troops climbed the city were driven out of the city wall by the defenders who came.

The Venetta soldiers sighed for this, but the senior officers were unmoved.

With the tenacious fighting spirit shown by the Tanirian defenders, no one expected to win Tacheng through such a small-scale attack, and no one expected to put the military flag on the wall to make the Tanirian people collapse.

There is no tentative attack that can capture the city walls once, but Antonio and Leiden will always unswervingly launch the next tentative attack, in this way, using the defenses to destroy the fighting spirit, energy and soldiers of the defenders.

Perhaps it was the cruel performance of the wooden stake execution that shocked the defenders, perhaps it was because they had no extra strength, and William Kidd no longer sent anyone to attack the Venetta artillery positions at night.

On the sixth day of the large-scale artillery bombardment, two teams of 100 people who were walking around the back mountain successfully intercepted the stream flowing into Tacheng by the Crater Lake and cut off the water source of the defenders.

On the seventh day of the mass artillery bombardment, the defenders had almost given up repairing the city wall. At night, the soldiers of Venetta could swagger under the city wall with long poles with iron hooks to pull down the wooden barrels acting as battlements from the city wall, and at the same time recover the shells under the wall.

The Tanirian…looked exhausted.

On the twelfth day after the large-scale artillery bombardment and the 28th day of the siege, Winters set foot on the 39th day of Ayuttha Island, and the general attack on the last stronghold of the Federation forces on Ayuttha Island is about to arrive.

After praying, being blessed, receiving the communion, the Venettas began to enter the attack position with their weapons. The Tanirians who had not been sleeping all night on the city walls listened to the noise outside the city first and then were silent like death.

This is a sign of ready-to-go.

Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly.

At dawn, the Vinetas launched a full-on attack on the seven gaps in the city wall at the sound of war drums and military horns.

The terrifying shouts of the Venetta people during the charge made every living person in the city tremble.

Under the cover of cannons, muskets and crossbows, the Vineta people crossed the trench and rushed to the gap in the city wall with a ladder.

The soldiers in front climbed up to the city on a ladder, and the soldiers behind tried their best to remove the temporary wooden fence blocked in the gap.

In the dark night, two armies fought together.

The stone was thrown off the city wall and directly hit the Venetta soldiers and took away a life in an instant. The stone that did not hit the person was bounced back and flew across the inclined surface of the wall base, killing the Venetta soldiers to their mouths and spitting blood.

The cannon loaded with shotgun can take away more than a dozen lives every time it roars. The iron ball the size of a walnut can pierce through one person's body and kill another person.

Rolling oil, burning sulfur and bubbling asphalt poured down from the city, and a creepy howling sounded suddenly from the bottom of the city.

The Venettas on the Triangle Fort were also cleaning the city walls, and cannons and muskets beat the Tanirians on the city walls to the point of flesh and blood.

The troops climbed the city to poke out a ladder from the Triangle Fort and put it on the top of the city. The sword and shield, wearing heavy armor, strode into the city wall and cut and kill each other with the defenders on the city gate.

The roar of cannons and muskets, the warning bells of the Tacheng Church, the crisp sound of the collision of weapons, and the screams of the dying warriors mixed together.

The flames at the gun mouths are like lightning, and the sounds mixed together are like thunder. Gods will also be shocked by the cruelty that humans have shown today.

Fires were lit in many places, and the odor of asphalt, sulfur burning and the terrible burnt fragrance emitted by the fire-burning human body were everywhere.

The smoke from the fire on the front and the white smoke emitted when the guns and guns were fired, and thicker smoke covered the entire city. In the end, neither army could see each other and no one knew who they were fighting.

The Venetians and Tanirians cut and slashed each other in a small space - no, there is no such difference between the Venetians and Tanirians, there are only people who are struggling to survive.

When the Venetta army and the defenders were fighting fiercely, Winters was anxiously waiting for the signal.

Beside him was Major Moritz and seven other lieutenants. All members of this special team had another identity - the caster.

The best weapon against a magician is another magician, and the generals of the Venetta Army are very clear about this.

The enemy may have the legendary court mage to help, but the Venetta people now have their own casters.

Antoine Laurent initially believed that the alliance caster could not reach the single level of a court mage in the short term, so it was recommended to include the spell potential in the military academy and train the caster officers to provide spell support for front-line combat.

But this idea eventually went wrong in practice: the identity of the spellcaster became the promotion level of an officer, and the spellcaster officer was promoted as soon as he had enough military service and quickly became a school official.

So how should spellcasters who have left the front line of combat provide spell support? How can the military chief, who is busy with civil servants, still have the energy to practice spells every day?

In the end, a vicious circle was formed: the more senior the spell caster, the worse the spell level, the worse the spell caster, and the school official spell caster was not as strong as the spell caster.

Antoine Laurent also made a mistake, but unfortunately he had no way to correct it.

Therefore, in the end, Major Moritz was assigned to be responsible for this "counter" team. We can't transfer the military chiefs of each brigade, right? Besides, it's hard to say how much magical abilities there are left in those people.

On the contrary, Moritz, who has been on the bench for many years, has become increasingly advanced in his magical skills.

In addition, as a few spell casters with practical experience, although they are not formal officers, Winters was also transferred into Moritz's anti-magic force.

Major Moritz was not valued in the army for various reasons, and he did not care about other people's opinions. On the contrary, he was happy to be idle. But at this moment, Antonio and Leiden could only rely on Moritz van Nassu, the most recognized spellcaster in the army, who is Moritz van Nassu.

"Why is there no signal yet?" Lieutenant Kirk paced back anxiously down the chest wall.

Facing the unknown enemy, everyone in Moritz's squad became a little nervous: Captain Lero checked his weapons over and over again; Major Moritz played with the steel cone he asked for from Winters--the major no longer considered portability today; Winters was sitting in his seat, holding his knees with his hands on his knees as empty as possible.

This team of entirely officers is now wearing soldiers' uniforms.

Not only them, but all the caster officers in the Venetta Army today have taken off the caster badge.

The centurion and brigade commander on the front line also took off his eye-catching officer armor and helmets and replaced them with soldiers' armor. Although it would reduce the efficiency of the command system, it was also a helpless move in extraordinary times.

"No signal is a good thing." Major Moritz took off a delicate silver pot from behind his belt and threw it to Lieutenant Kirk: "Give you some drinks."

Lieutenant Kirk pulled out the plug suspiciously and put it in front of his nose and smelled it: "Is it wine?"

"It's a special wine. I added some potions to suppress the caster's emotions and make it easier for the caster to enter the casting state."

Lieutenant Kirk took a big sip when he heard this, and returned the silver pot to Major Moritz.

"Wentes." Lieutenant Pisani couldn't help but pat Winters on the shoulder.

Winters' conditioned reflexes stood attentively with a blank brain.

"Sit down, don't be excited." Pisani was also startled and patted Winters on the shoulder: "I want to ask you if you have something."

Pisani was only two years older than Winters. When they were still in Guitucheng, they were very close, so Winters naturally answered everything.

"You are the only one among us who have killed a magician. You are idle and idle. Let's talk about your experience." Pisani asked with his neck around Winters.

When others heard Pisani's words, they couldn't help but prick their ears. Few elderly people would ask young people for advice. This was the first time Winters was asked about "killing experience".

"But I'm not sure that the man is a magician." Winters said with a wry smile.

"Come on, let's not talk about such nonsense." Pisani punched Winters in dissatisfaction: "Just tell me, what is the battle between the casters?"

"I think about it..." Winters thought for a while and replied, "If I had to say it... I feel like an egg slams the hammer and smashes it."

"Bump the eggs with hammers?" Major Moritz smiled: "This metaphor is interesting."

"I think that's it... The battle between two casters is to smash eggs with hammers." Winters said solemnly: "Even if the spell ability is strong, the caster's body is as fragile as ordinary people. Being stabbed by a knife will cause bleeding, and being shot in the head will die. Therefore, in the battle of casters, whoever takes action first will live, whoever exposes first will die."

"'Whoever takes action first will live, whoever exposes first will die'?" Pisani thought.

"And... it is impossible to capture the caster alive-unless you surrender voluntarily." Winters said resolutely: "Seniors, don't hold back today's battle until the other party dies. You can't take it lightly until the other party dies. Even if the other party dies, we must cut off his head to be safe."

This is the conclusion that Winters came to after reviewing the battle for Cannon Base: it is impossible to capture the caster alive.

The limbs are tied with ropes and can be interrupted. At any cost, even the brave warriors can be subdued. But how to tie the third hand? And break the fifth limb?

Spells come from consciousness. Even if the magician is cut into a human stick, he can continue to use deadly spells. Even if he can temporarily knock the magician out, once the magician recovers consciousness, it will become extremely dangerous.

In the battle of artillery, the mysterious mage almost killed Winters. However, the opponent was only disturbed by Hestas for a few seconds, and Winters, who was almost dying, shot him to death.

The eggs will smash each other with hammers. If they don’t smash the opponent completely, they may be killed. This is the cruel battle between the casters.

After listening to Winters' explanation, the officers were stunned.

"So I need to use this kind of hidden and rapid weapon?" Lieutenant Lero murmured to himself with Winters' modified short gun in both hands.

Winters' modified short gun has become the standard for spellcasters officers in the legion. Spellcasters who have seen Winters demonstrated immediately fell in love with this "spell firing gun".

The biggest problem in using a firearm is how to fire the fuse. The fuse is dangerous and troublesome, the spring wheel is complex in structure and poor reliability. Using magic to ignite the gunpowder in the gun chamber is a wonderful idea, not only reliable, but also because the firing mechanism is not required, the weight of the firearm is also reduced.

In order to make up for the problem of "only one shot", Winters changed one barrel to three barrels, and the caster could fire it in turn or fire it together. In theory, more barrels could be stacked, but considering the weight of the three barrels is the optimal solution.

Of course, Major Moritz doesn't need this kind of thing, but not everyone has the major's attainment in kinetic energy spells.

Many casters who are good at fire-burning spells and vibration-burning spells lack the ability to kill enemies, so this kind of firearm that only requires the lowest level of fire-burning spells has been well received.

Many spellcasters couldn't help but feel annoyed that they had never thought of this idea, which made Winters very ashamed, because he also saw the mysterious spellcaster firing the cannon through the barrel and then had this idea.

"Don't worry so much, maybe that person won't appear today." Pisalo patted Winters on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Whether that person takes action or not, Tacheng will definitely be conquered today. If that person is, I will definitely hide in the soldiers and wait for surrender, and I will not come out to die."
Chapter completed!