Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 111 Chapter Rich Firepower Coverage
The Alba River basin is the core territory of the Nilfgaard Empire, and its capital, the City of Golden Tower, is located at the mouth of the Alba River. One can imagine the status of this unit as it was named after the river.

This is one of the core forces supporting the military hegemony of the Nilfgaard Empire; generally speaking, such an army must be well-equipped, prioritize security, have strong combat power and extremely loyal soldiers, and will never lack combat skills and fighting will.

This was indeed the case. What had hurried over was only a company of the Alba Division, which was no stronger than the city defense troops that had appeared in the square at that moment. However, from the moment they showed up, anyone could see the difference between them and the city defense troops.

More than a hundred people were wearing black plate armor, equipped with tower shields, crossbows, and long swords, carrying nearly a hundred pounds of weight from head to toe, but they were indifferent. After they appeared, they were not in a hurry to approach the battlefield, and they began to line up from a distance away from the already chaotic city defense army.

From weapons and equipment, mental outlook, to tactical coordination, two words can be seen in every aspect: elite.

Large tower shields were erected to form a wall, and the infantry behind the wall advanced in formation; but when they reached the edge of the square, they stopped moving forward, and after they stopped, more shields appeared, and the shield wall was raised from one layer to two layers, while extending to the left and right.

In front of the shield wall was the square ground, which was full of potholes caused by various magic spells.

The situation behind the shield wall could not be seen clearly from the gallows in front, but the residents in the distance who were not afraid of death and waiting to watch the excitement could see it clearly; half a company of soldiers behind the shield wall all held bows in their hands, and deployed their formation to the left and right in sync with the shield wall.

As the shield wall was established, the crossbow formation was fully deployed; with a quick and shrill copper whistle, more than fifty strong bows were pulled at the same time.

"Om..."

At the same time, the violent vibration caused by the loose strings made every bystander tremble with fear.

The alchemical arrows made from the imperial military industry's special features rose up like a dark cloud from the ground, and suddenly countless "lightning lights" flashed in the air, and when they fell, they almost covered the entire gallows.

Armor-breaking, explosion, and burning, three layers of effects were activated in sequence in a very short time. This was one of the countless masterpieces of the imperial military industry. The cost of each arrow was almost as much as a standard long sword. If it was on the battlefield, such a weapon and the scale of its launch would only be used to target the enemy's most elite troops.

But today, they used it without hesitation to deal with a "sorcerer", even though the soldiers did not see the specific location of the "sorcerer". Such an extravagant move could only mean that they had received clear instructions and knew who they were dealing with.

Firepower covers all, all beings are equal.

However, when the smoke from the explosion had not yet dissipated and people could not see the situation on the gallows clearly, they had already determined that the attack had not worked.

Because the singing of that showy man continued; although the man's voice was obviously broken when the alchemical arrows came overwhelming and exploded violently, he was still singing.

When the smoke cleared, everyone could see with their own eyes that the gallows was covered by a layer of faint green light curtain; the explosion of the alchemical arrows left the light curtain riddled with holes, but the damaged parts were recovering rapidly.

The shrill copper whistle sounded again, and the archers drew their bows and arrows for the second time; since there was a defect in the light curtain, it meant that the attack of the alchemical arrows was effective.

If one attack is not enough, try again; even if you can't break it, it doesn't matter, there are more friendly troops coming from behind. If fifty bows can't penetrate it, use one hundred or two hundred. Anyway, this square is big enough, it won't be a problem to deploy five or six companies.

It has to be said that the Alba Division is worthy of being the elite of the empire. Even though he is just a grassroots officer and has never seen such powerful and magnificent protective magic, he can still command calmly and find the simplest and most efficient way to deal with it.

The Nilfgaard Empire was the richest in the world, and of course they had to have firepower to cover their wealth. Who would be willing to rush forward and make tactical infiltrations without knowing the intelligence? However, the enemy on the gallows was not sitting and waiting to die. When the green light shield was gradually repaired, a spell was cast from the gap in the light curtain.

The magical light seemed to have deviated a little and did not hit any soldier, but fell on the open space two or three steps in front of the shield wall.

"Bang..." A bolt from the blue exploded from under my feet.

The next moment, the soldiers of the Alba Division heard a deafening explosion. The ground beneath their feet was instantly torn apart. The huge impact force directly shattered the shield wall and broke the queue at least thirty people wide in the center of the formation into pieces.

All the soldiers' ears were buzzing. Even the archers who were not affected by the shock wave would certainly not be able to hear the command from the copper whistle at this time.

"Wormtail's magic, which can blow up an entire street, was truly born for the battlefield." Lin You muttered to himself behind the light curtain, admiring the miserable appearance of an elite company being shattered by a single blow.

Unlike Peter Pettigrew's deliberate killing back then, although Lin You's magic was even more powerful, he deliberately controlled the angle of the explosion and the direction of the shock wave; although a large number of Nilfgaardian soldiers fell down, few of them died on the spot.

If you don’t believe it, just listen to their screams and you’ll know. At least they still have the energy to cry out in pain.

Taking advantage of the interval when the enemy had no time to launch an attack, Lin You raised his head and looked up behind him; there were several big trees behind the gallows, and Milva was squatting on the top of one of the trees, looking around under the cover of branches and leaves.

"I didn't see any obvious senior commanders. I guess the time is short and they haven't received the news yet, or they haven't arrived yet." Milva held a two-way mirror in her hand; her voice was not loud so as not to expose herself but ensured that Lin You could hear it.

"Don't just focus on looking for senior commanders, pay attention to the messengers; those high-level people may not appear directly in your sight, but you can pay attention to the directions where the messengers are more concentrated." Lin You also reminded quietly.

"I understand. The forest elves taught me when I was in Brokilon. If you encounter a human army, you should first shoot those who always have messengers coming and going around. They must be officials of varying degrees."

The female archer's answer left Lin You speechless; judging from the tone of this elder sister, it seemed that she no longer considered herself a human being.

"Put on some effort, Dandelion; there are few examples in history of singing in the middle of a battle, in front of hundreds of enemy soldiers. Make the most of your opportunity!"

"Fuck you!" The poet shouted at the top of his lungs, and every time he cursed, the lute would make a burst of sound accompaniment. As expected of a famous singer in the north, he actually mixed a dirty word into the transition rhythm between the upper and lower paragraphs of the poem and cursed it out in coordination with the beat of the music.

Well-matched rhythm and seamless.

Lin You laughed out loud.

In the distance, more black-armored soldiers appeared one after another, gathering towards the square from different directions in company units.

The pressure on protective light curtains has increased exponentially.

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