The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

As soon as Dylan finished speaking, Kyle's face immediately turned ugly.

Deaths in battle were of course inevitable, and the heavy losses were because the troops led by Willy were an artillery battalion. In order to support the pass, they brought nearly 200 heavy artillery pieces and countless amounts of ammunition. If they could successfully arrive before the pass was captured and cooperate with the defenders of the pass to resist the enemy's offensive, then the pass would definitely not be captured within a day.

However, after losing the pass, the support troops were in a very awkward situation. If they went to fight for the pass, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced as they had lost the terrain. And if they wanted to evacuate, as Willy had ordered, they had to do so because the weapons that needed to be transported were too heavy and it was difficult to travel at night.

At this time, Dylan suddenly shook his head and said, "Kyle, you disappoint me so much. Not only did you fail to complete any of the tasks assigned to you, but you even made our current situation even worse."

Kyle's face flushed at Dylan's accusation. He lowered his head and said, "Sir, I...I deployed according to the previous tactics, but who knew..."

Dylan raised his hand to interrupt him, "Don't explain too much. The best mountain infantry division in the empire is in your hands."

"Not using them well would be an irreparable mistake."

"The first thing you should do after arriving at the pass is to send heavy troops to the pass for defense. That is the key point. The main road is the most important route for the Yan people."

Kyle didn't want to argue, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "But sir, the Yan people sent a large number of combat teams to advance in the mountains and forests on both sides of the main road. I must send troops to the mountains and forests to block them."

Hearing this, Dylan looked at him deeply, shook his head and said, "You should be able to see the core of the Yan people's tactical arrangement, right?"

Kyle's face became increasingly uglier.

"On the main road, all their actions are deployed with the main road as the center." At this time, Dingle said suddenly.

After these words fell, Dylan rubbed his brows and sighed, "Yes, no matter how they advance, they are all paving the way for the smooth flow of the main road."

"It is indeed easy to conceal the troops in the mountains and forests, but their mobility is not strong. The main roads are different. Whether they are reinforcements or evacuations, as long as they take the main roads, their mobility can be greatly improved."

Hearing this, Kyle was filled with shame and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir... I..."

Dylan waved his hand: "It's no use talking about these things now. I didn't expect that our mountain infantry division would be unable to defeat the newly arrived Yan people in the mountains and forests."

"If they repelled the Yan people in the mountains, then there would be no big problem with your deployment, so I am not blaming you, I can only say..."

"No one expected this result." At this point, Dylan laughed at himself.

"So what should we do now, sir?" Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and asked Dylan.

As soon as these words came out, Dylan's face suddenly changed, and he stared at Kyle and said:

"What to do? Of course, we have to wait for the battle report to be sent back. Do I need to tell you how important the troops and weapons brought by Willy are to us?"

"If we can't withdraw successfully, we will have to change our strategy to full defense!"

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the other side.

"Fire! Fire!!!"

The fighting on the hillside was still going on and had entered a white-hot stage. Inside the camp, the Goltish artillerymen were sweating profusely as they loaded their shells, and were sometimes forced to adjust the direction of their artillery positions and fire at different locations.

Because the enemy was not on the main road but in the mountains and forests on both wings, the dim night provided them with enough cover. Although the enemy would always flash a flash of fire when firing, which would allow the artillerymen to detect their location and fire, the shells had little effect after being fired.

The reason was that the enemy was not shooting from a fixed position from beginning to end, but was constantly moving. After firing a few shots, these cunning enemies would move to other positions and then suddenly fire a few shells in the dark.

This made the artillerymen anxious and angry, and at the same time they felt helpless, because only the enemy had such light field artillery that could be moved at any time, while they had to launch artillery fire from a fixed position.

During several rounds of firefights, the superior officer issued a new order, asking them to push the artillery cart and try to move the position. However, the artillerymen thought that the officer was crazy, because in such a fierce battle, how could the heavy artillery cart be moved? Did he think that everyone was a strong man?

Boom boom boom!

More and more shells were fired from the mountains and forests. Although the power was not particularly strong, the damage caused by the explosion was also quite lethal. The Gothic soldiers gradually found it difficult to hold on, and at nearly six o'clock.

With a deafening "bang", the strong wind brought by the violent explosion blew the Gothic soldiers at the center of the explosion to pieces.

Blood and body parts were sprayed out along with a large number of shells, bullets, wood chips and other objects. Within a radius of more than ten meters, the ground was charred black, even changing the original topography of the place.

For nearly a minute, the pupils of the surrounding Gothic soldiers dilated. Not only did they lose all perception of their bodies, but they even entered a state of "daze".

Even Yan Jun, who was a hundred or two hundred meters away, was temporarily deafened by the explosion and his work was put on hold for more than ten seconds.

It was like a sudden pause. With the explosion as the center, the two warring parties stopped fighting at the same time in a small area, but after twenty or thirty seconds.

"Blow them up! Blow them up!" The Yan soldiers who were the first to regain their form launched another offensive.

More than a minute later, the Gothic army's commander, Willi, staggered to his feet from the ground. As he got up, a lot of dirt fell off his body. Willi was covered in dust and his mind was still buzzing. He spat out the dirt in his mouth and looked at the location of the explosion with a stiff face.

The next moment, a thick despair swept over them. That was their own ammunition storage point, but now there was nothing left. The enemy's artillery shells ignited the gunpowder boxes, and the chain reaction destroyed everything.

"Get out!"

Then he wailed loudly in despair and helplessness.