vrcanaries Chapter 1350 Cut Off My Head
Chapter 1350 Cut Off My Head
At this moment, Wei Wuji, who was beside him, also quickly gave the order, and several gliders that had been circling in the sky had finished their maintenance and continued to take off.
After reaching the target airspace, it descended again, braving the sporadic crossbow bolts from the city wall, and dived to drop bombs on the section of the city wall where the most fierce attacks had just occurred.
boom! boom!
The explosions sent blood flying across the city walls, and several oil spill sites and archer gathering points were blown to pieces.
After paying a heavy price, the trench-filling team finally managed to fill several barely passable passages in various locations!
"Infantry Battalion! Attack! Take the city wall!" Knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, Han Da decisively issued the order for a general offensive!
"kill!!!!!"
The deafening battle cries erupted like a tsunami!
Armored with semi-automatic rifles and grenades, the infantry battalion soldiers, under the continuous roar of heavy machine guns and the final cover of mortars, leaped out of their cover like tigers released from their cages, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and enemies, and charged towards the city wall along the cleared passage without fear of death!
They erected ladders and, braving the falling rocks, logs, arrows, and scattered drops of molten gold and oil, began to climb upwards!
The fierce battle to scale the city walls instantly intensified!
The city wall turned into a giant meat grinder.
Soldiers climbing the walls were constantly being smashed, shot down, and burned to death, while the defenders on the walls were also being reaped by accurate bullets and grenades flying up from below.
Each ladder was surrounded by piles of corpses. The stench of blood and burning flesh was so strong it was suffocating.
Shahar personally brandished his scimitar on the city wall, overseeing the battle and frantically slaughtering any soldiers who showed fear, forcing the defenders to use their own flesh and blood to plug the breach.
Rhys, blinded by rage, led his personal guard to patch up any remaining gaps.
At this moment, they were all risking their lives! After all, they knew that if they lost, they would die a much worse death!
Just as the battle for the city wall was at its most intense, with both sides exhausted and corpses piled up on and around the walls, a commotion suddenly broke out on the flank of the battlefield!
A sizable Slavic cavalry force suddenly burst out from a hidden side gate of the fortress!
Instead of charging into the main battlefield, which was a meat grinder, they were led by Rhys!
Unable to endure being passively attacked, he took a sharp turn, making a wide arc, and aimed directly at the relatively weak mortar positions behind Han Dazhong's army!
"Father Khan! I'm going to take down their cannons!" Ries's shout before setting off still seemed to echo in Shahar's ears.
Shahar tried to stop him, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as his son led the last of his elite cavalry into the death trap, his heart filled with terror!
"Oh no! Cavalry are launching a surprise attack on the artillery position!"
The lookouts of Han Da's central army spotted the rapidly moving cavalry immediately.
"Hmph, you're asking for death!" Han
A cold glint flashed in Da's eyes. Far from being alarmed, he revealed a cruel sneer. This was exactly what he had been waiting for!
"Order! Left-wing Turkic cavalry, attack! Right-wing heavy machine gun positions, crossfire! Mortar positions, rapid fire to cover the area in front of the cavalry! Force them into a death trap!"
The order was instantly transmitted via flag signals and horns.
The Turkic heavy cavalry, who had been holding back their strength for a long time, shot out from the flank like arrows and cut directly at the waist of the Ries cavalry!
At the same time, several heavy machine guns positioned on the right flank suddenly turned their muzzles, weaving a deadly crossfire that blocked the Ries cavalry's ability to continue their advance or maneuver to the flanks!
The mortar shells landed precisely in front of the cavalry's charge path, and the mud and shockwaves from the explosions startled the horses, instantly disrupting the charge formation!
"Turn around! Turn around quickly!"
Reese screamed in terror, realizing he had stumbled into a carefully laid trap.
But it was too late! The heavily armored Turkic cavalry had already crashed into their chaotic ranks! Scimitars clashed violently with spears, warhorses neighed, and men and horses fell to the ground!
Even more deadly was that the crisscrossing machine gun fire, like the scythe of death, swept across the crowded cavalry!
The charging cavalry fell in droves, like harvested wheat.
One by one, Rhys's bodyguards fell from their horses. A machine gun bullet grazed his helmet, making him dizzy, while another struck his mount hard!
The warhorse neighed and crashed to the ground, throwing Rhys off balance!
"Your Highness!" Several loyal guards rushed over to save him, only to be riddled with bullets.
Rhys struggled to get up, but a foot in a heavy military boot slammed down on his chest, pressing him firmly into the cold mud.
A Turkic centurion grinned and said in broken Slavic, "Your Highness? Come with us!"
A cold, curved blade was pressed against his neck. The remaining Slavic cavalry, seeing their commander captured, slaughtered, or scattered in panic, instantly crumbled their last resistance.
On the city wall, Shahar witnessed the entire process of his son's capture and let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Ries...!!"
His vision went black, and he nearly fainted. His last hope was shattered.
At this moment, several key points on the front wall were finally breached by the fearless infantry soldiers!
More and more soldiers from the Xiao Kingdom and the Turkic alliance climbed onto the city walls and engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand battle with the defenders!
The Slavic defenders' lines on the city walls began to crumble; defeat was inevitable!
Shahar was dragged along by his guards, staggering as he retreated towards the last fortress in the inner city of the fortress.
He looked back and saw that the once impregnable fortress was now engulfed in smoke and fire, filled with shouts of battle, explosions, and screams of agony. His proud army was being crushed by overwhelming firepower and tactical superiority.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, hurry! As long as we live, we can survive!" the commander of the personal guards shouted anxiously.
Shahar was utterly dejected and heartbroken. Was it all over? Was the Slavic Empire truly going to end in his hands?
Where are the reinforcements?!
He never imagined that the impregnable fortress he had hoped to hold out here for months would be breached so easily…
It had only been a few hours, and he still couldn't figure it out.
But as more and more defenses crumbled, he was completely helpless…
"retreat!"
"retreat!"
"Don't resist, saving our lives is the most important thing..."
He shouted this at the top of his lungs, knowing full well that if he continued to hold out like this, he would not escape annihilation.
He only has hope as long as he's alive; if he dies, he's truly dead...
"Retreat...retreat..."
As they spoke, they began to flee, without any formation whatsoever.
This is how I wander aimlessly...
The deafening explosions gradually subsided, and thick smoke billowed from the eastern wall of the Iron Fortress, merging with the low-hanging, leaden-gray clouds...
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, blood, and the stench unique to burning oil in the moat!
The fortress, once considered impregnable, now resembles the wreckage gnawed by a giant beast; its gates are wide open, its crenellations collapsed, and its walls riddled with gruesome craters left by mortar shells and hang glider bombardments...
This Shahar still clings to the old tactics of warfare.
The original plan was to rely on this impregnable fortress to hold out...
Han Da stood on the main road of the city, which had just been cleared by the Allied soldiers. His heavy military boots crunched softly on the gravel and congealed blood.
He looked around and saw the Turkic heavy cavalry and the Xiao Kingdom's infantry soldiers methodically clearing the battlefield, extinguishing the remaining fires, collecting the bodies of the fallen from both sides, gathering scattered weapons, and escorting the dejected prisoners.
Wei Wuji's air force was conducting a final patrol over the fortress, the shadows cast by gliders occasionally sweeping across the broken walls and ruins, bringing a silent deterrent.
"Marshal!" A messenger rushed in, his face smeared with soot, but his eyes gleaming with victory. He excitedly reported, "Shahar's remnants have abandoned resistance in the inner city and are fleeing in panic through the secret passage on the west side and the damaged north gate! Should we pursue them?"
Handa's gaze turned westward, towards the direction from which the remnants of Shahar's army had fled, where the smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated.
He hesitated for a moment, and Xiao Ce's parting words flashed through his mind!
"The mysterious force will not interfere within fifteen days."
Then I saw the frenzied, cornered look in Shahar's eyes; they had already launched two fierce attacks in one day...
They could still rest for a while. Thinking of this, Han Da said to the messenger beside him, "Where is General Wei Wuji? Summon General Wei Wuji... Do not pursue for now, clear the fortress..."
The messenger nodded upon hearing this.
A short while later, Wei Wuji rushed over...
Seeing Wei Wuji's anxious expression, Han Da smiled at him and said, "General Wei, slow down... there's no rush..."
Wei Wuji said to Han Da, "Marshal, should we send our air force to pursue them?"
Han Da nodded: "How much longer can your air force keep flying...?"
Wei Wuji smiled and said, "We've only used half the ammunition; that's enough for several more rounds. And there's a continuous supply of ammunition and fuel coming..."
"So, that's enough... Marshal, I believe that our air force can play its role until they have no other options... We request permission to bomb them..."
Handa nodded: "Good! Don't be stingy with ammunition. Send your glider to follow the tail of the fleeing Shahar troops and continue low-altitude reconnaissance and harassment. Don't aim for total annihilation, just keep them from breathing, make them panic like stray dogs, and completely destroy their last shred of hope for regrouping. Drop bombs, strafe them, let them remember who owns the sky! Let them hear the howl of death with every step they take!"
Upon hearing Han Da's words, a glint of excitement flashed in Wei Wuji's eyes...
"Understood, sir! We will make sure they are utterly annihilated!" A fierce glint flashed in Wei Wuji's eyes, and he immediately turned around to carry out the order.
A moment later, a glider was seen taking off...
At this moment, Handa looked at the Turkic general, Batur, who was standing to the side; their heavy cavalry had played a very important role...
"General Batur! Organize your men to cooperate with my forces to completely eliminate the remaining resistance within the fortress, and inventory the captured supplies, focusing on food and arsenals! This ironclad fortress is now our forward base anchored in the heart of Slavic territory; we must restore it to order and defensive function as soon as possible."
"They will inevitably retaliate in the future... We need to upgrade this place to counter their future technological combat capabilities..."
Han Da gave the instructions.
"Yes, General!" Batur saluted with his hand on his chest and immediately led his men into the intense cleanup work.
Handa watched Batur's departing figure, and he was quite satisfied with someone like Batur...
In his mind, only people like this could be considered allies...
Under the escort of a squad of elite guards, Han Da crossed the chaotic square and headed toward the relatively intact core area of the inner city.
This was originally Shahar's temporary command post. It was also a scene of utter chaos, with maps scattered, tables and chairs overturned, and the place filthy with ashes from the fire...
"Bring that prisoner over."
Han Da stood in the center of the command post hall and spoke to the guard beside him...
He was referring, of course, to Shahar's son, Rhys, who had just been ambushed and captured by Handa during a surprise attack on a mortar position outside the city.
A moment later, the rattling sound of chains dragging on the ground grew louder as it approached.
Two burly, heavily armored infantrymen from the Xiao Kingdom, one on each side, practically dragged a disheveled figure in. It was none other than Nikolaevich Riss.
This once arrogant Slavic prince and heir to the Tsar now appears in a pitiful state.
His magnificent battle robe was torn and stained with mud and blood. The blood on his body was his own, as well as that of others and the black ash from burning kerosene.
His face was covered in bruises, one eye was so swollen he could barely open it, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.
Her carefully styled hair was disheveled, with a few dry grasses hanging on it.
The most noticeable injury was to his right leg, which appeared to have been twisted or broken when he fell from his horse or was captured. At that moment, he was completely unable to put any weight on it and could only be supported by soldiers.
The shackles on his hands were heavy, making a screeching sound as they were dragged.
However, the physical pain and wretched situation did not seem to completely destroy the arrogance and violence in his bones.
When he was dragged to a stop a few meters in front of Han Da, he forcefully shook off the soldiers holding him and tried to stand up. However, due to his leg injury, he stumbled and almost fell again. He could only barely support himself with one uninjured leg, staring intently at Han Da with bloodshot eyes. His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy like that of a wounded beast.
The hall was silent, save for Rhys's heavy breathing and the faint sounds of cleaning up the battlefield coming from outside.
The allied soldiers, weapons in hand, stared coldly at the former prince.
Han Da's gaze was calm and unwavering, as if he were examining a worthless trophy.
"Han Da!"
Seeing that Handa remained silent, Rhys suddenly spoke, his voice filled with resentment, breaking the silence, "You lackey of Xiao Ce! You despicable East Asian bastard! If you have the guts, kill me now! Use your knife to cut off my head!"