Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"Commander, there are no more soldiers emerging from the portal."

When Gray Wind's voice sounded in Milin's ears, the time was already approaching midnight.

Nearly ten hours of shelling, and cluster grenade throwing for almost half of the time, left the castle in front of Milin in a New Year's Eve state.

When Milin announced that he would stop shelling by all means, both in the castle and on Milin's side where the soldiers sat on the ground and rubbed their sore arms, everything was quiet.

There were no excited cheers, and no one was eager to rush over to find the loot.

Whether they were veterans of the logistics force or the Royal Guards, who were mostly new recruits, they all had bewildered expressions on their faces, as if they had re-understood what war was.

Even those hand-propelled cannons before showed great power on the battlefield, but they were not as shocked as this ten-hour continuous bombardment.

Perhaps these soldiers who have personally experienced what it means to be a king of war can become a nearly modern army faster than expected.

Of course, this is only a possibility. Another possibility is that these soldiers, especially veterans, will become the first batch of shell shock patients in the world because of their trauma to the world view, and will be eliminated by the era that is bound to accelerate.

No matter what, this is not something Milin needs to care about. No one deserves to be waited for.

"Is this your plan, Master?" Attila asked Milin.

"Yeah, do you think I will really play offensive and defensive battles with the defenders here? Or sneak in and risk my life to close the portal?" Milin said with a smile.

What Milin said was also the plan that Attila had imagined.

After all, in Attila's understanding, since the other party opened a portal and threw the soldiers to the imperial capital to engage in family-changing tactics, then he just closed the portal.

Although there is a high possibility of something unexpected happening when Jedi Master and Disciple infiltrate, the task of closing the portal should not be difficult.

Or you don't want to take risks, just attack directly and seize control of the portal in street fighting.

When the continuous bombardment shattered the city gate, Attila was ready to attack at any time.

As a result, Attila did not expect that Milin would continue the bombardment. They even used different methods to explode it.

The bombing will not end until no new enemy soldiers appear at the teleportation gate in the imperial capital.

"Anyway, the ultimate goal of war is to annihilate the enemy's vital force. Isn't it annihilation whether it is annihilation here or annihilation on the other side." Milin smiled and continued:

"Actually, if I had known that we would encounter this situation, I would have asked Gray Wind to get me something more efficient to explode."

Not to mention building a miniature nuclear bomb or something like that, but at least building a thermobaric bomb or something.

Unfortunately, the bombs that Milin carried with him did not include these "ultra-lightweight" bombs. They were just things that could be used to knock over tables.

"..." Attila suddenly felt that it was time for him to learn a new way of warfare from Gray Wind.

Arthur on the side looked like he understood, but didn't seem to understand at all.

Knowing that it would take some time for Attila and Arthur to accept this setting, Milin smiled and said to the communicator in his ear:

"There's no one here anymore. You can carry out your next plan over there."

"Yes, Commander." Gray Wind responded.

Compared with the battlefield on Milin's side, which has the meaning of dimensionality reduction, the battlefield on the Imperial Capital side is much simpler...but also much more magical.

The monsters swarming out of the Colosseum and the evil armies of Middle-earth ran into the urgently requisitioned temple guards as soon as they came out.

These temple guards, who had not yet taken off their pure white medical protective clothing, fought against these monsters with the durasteel weapons in their hands.

It feels like an angel in white versus a demon (physical).

Due to the absolute disadvantage in numbers, each temple guard has to face nearly half a hundred monsters on average.

Facing these evil armies with neither bursting blasters nor individual deflector shields, the per capita Jedi-level temple guards demonstrated the power of those who controlled the Force in a street fighting environment in the era of cold weapon warfare. of dominance.

Especially since each of these temple guards has a brain chip implanted in their head.

Although the chips have not yet been infused with knowledge as originally planned.

But through the communication between these brain chips and Gray Wind, every temple guard can clearly know the situation in every corner of the battlefield no matter what environment they are in.

Often, as soon as the enemy troops that had gathered together and planned to attack made any movement, the temple guards who had opened the entire map were already standing in front of them.

But unfortunately, this advantage has become much smaller with the emergence of magical units like trolls among these evil armies.

Relying on their rough skin and thick flesh, as well as their strength, the trolls waved large clubs almost the size of adults in their hands and forcibly broke through the defense line of the temple guards.

Then these trolls ran into the heavily armed Nord troops.

Because these Nords had sworn a blood oath and would always follow Lapland, they were also the first batch of local soldiers to change uniforms under Milin.

The thick all-encompassing armor, coupled with a shield that is almost as tall as their height, turns these Nords, who were originally good at throwing axes and opening ladles at the enemy, into heavily armored troops responsible for defense on the battlefield.

Even though these armors are made of lightweight synthetic materials, they are too thick, and they have to use an auxiliary power system using Originium as energy to ensure the mobility of these Nord heavy infantry.

For this reason, Ayla specially gave these Nords the title "Varyag Guards".

From some perspectives, this behavior is very consistent with Ella's identity. Only the Varyag guards recognized by the Roman emperor are the real Varyag.

Because the equipment of the Varyag Guards, especially the shield with its own lighting equipment, is so eye-catching, this unit is also called the Imperial Shield by the locals in the imperial capital.

Then once the two titles were combined, it was shortened to "Shield Guard".

This title made Lapland, the nominal commander of this force, look subtle.

The powerful troll swung the giant stick in his hand and hit these shield guards lined up in a human wall hard.

Except for the shield guard who was directly hit and shook slightly, the entire team basically remained motionless.

Before these trolls could wonder what they had hit, the armored cavalry with the retinue of cavalry rushed towards these monsters from the side of the Varyag guard.

Just like the tactics used by another world, another empire, to sweep across Europe in its heyday.

The shield guards defended the defense line, the armored cavalry divided their formations, and the temple guards slaughtered lightly. The armies of both sides continued to fight sleeplessly from day to night.

The entire battlefield is also firmly limited to the center of the Colosseum plus three city districts, which is only a quarter of the size of the imperial capital.

However, the most eye-catching thing about the entire battlefield is not the steel defense line of the shield guards, nor the unparalleled battlefield guards of the temple guards, nor the rampage of armored cavalry.

It was the golden, fire-breathing dragon that soared in the sky, and the same golden steel giant that was also flying in the air and wrestling with this giant dragon.

If it weren't for this steel giant that looked like the last guardian, leaping out of the Mountain of Light and blocking the dragon.

Then the battle situation will definitely be a lot more intense...at least a lot of things will be burned.

When Gray Wind's voice announcing the execution of the planned plan rang in his ears, Cassander, who had been in the cockpit all day, breathed a sigh of relief.

If he hadn't been worried about this big lizard, there would have been at least nine ways to roast and eat this big lizard with a thick health bar.

Kassandra, who breathed a sigh of relief, immediately controlled the mecha built in her image to climb toward the sky, and the dragon Smaug, who had been fired by the mecha, also followed suit.

Kassandra, who flew high into the sky with Smaug, lowered her head and glanced at the imperial capital, only to see a blue band of light drawing a circle on the battlefield.

This circle not only just happens to contain all the enemies inside, but also allows those shield guards who stick to the defense line to leave the circle by just taking a step back.

Although she didn't know what the circle was for, Cassandra, who had been reminded by Gray Wind in advance, once again accelerated her ascent and quickly ordered the temple guards who were still in the circle to evacuate immediately.