Chapter 1039: Artillery Battle

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Cannonballs descended from the sky one after another, exploding upon the trench fortifications of the Western Lands Allied Forces.

Some cannonballs landed on the surface of the trenches, sending up flashes of fire and shockwaves that heaved dirt into the air, scattering it in all directions and leaving behind craters that emitted wisps of blue smoke.

Others landed inside the trenches, the violent explosions instantly killing seven or eight Coalition soldiers; blood and mangled flesh flew into the sky, only to fall back down like rain, while the earth on both sides of the trenches collapsed, burying half of the trench.

"God save us, God save us..."

While suffering the bombardment, the Coalition soldiers all crouched low against the trenches, many of them praying incessantly.

Still others had bodies trembling, their minds a complete blank.

They had fought indigenous armies all over the world, and those indigenous armies had been utterly unable to withstand a single blow before them.

Every war had been more like a one-sided slaughter.

This was the reason for their immense arrogance.

In their hearts, the armies of the Western Lands were invincible.

Before the Great Song army had launched its offensive, although they knew the Great Song army was different from other indigenous armies, they remained proud.

To them, the Great Song people were no different from the natives of the New Continent, or the Piaoman and Jiaozhi people of Dongtu.

Not until the cannonballs landed on their positions did they finally realize they were wrong.

Now, they were fighting against a truly terrifying army.

"Damn it, we can't reach their artillery positions at all."

As his own fortifications suffered bombardment, Wesley let out a roar of anger and helplessness.

When he discovered that the Great Song army's artillery had positioned their Artillery six miles away, he had felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, his premonition had come true.

The Great Song army's Artillery was actually bombarding them from six miles away.

This was not even what shocked him the most.

Their Rifled Cannon could also fire that far, though the power would diminish significantly at this distance.

What he found unacceptable was that the cannonballs landing on their positions were fired by Howitzer.

Currently, the Western Lands had also developed Howitzer based on the Mortar, and the Cannonball were also Explosive Shell.

But the range of their Howitzer was only about nine hundred meters; the gap was too large.

In war, this meant the opponent's Artillery could bombard their artillery positions at will, while they could only take the beating in vain.

This feeling of only being able to take a beating without being able to strike back made him feel very frustrated.

"Order the Field Artillery to bombard their artillery positions, and the Howitzer to bombard their trenches; we must do something," Wesley said. Although he knew full well that his counterattack would be feeble, if they did nothing, the morale of the Coalition soldiers would sink even further.

His order was issued, and the Fort on the Coalition trenches roared; the Field Artillery fired Solid Shot one after another toward the Great Song army's artillery positions.

At the same time, Explosive Shell were fired by the Howitzer, landing toward the Great Song army's trenches.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Instantly, clusters of fire also appeared on the Great Song army's trench positions.

Yet compared to the density of the bombardment the Coalition was suffering, their shelling appeared sparse, like the difference between a downpour and a light rain.

Because they had not realized the terror of the Great Song army, they had not brought enough Howitzer and Field Artillery for this support mission to Dongtu.

Meanwhile.

Qin Shan and Guan Tong were also watching the battlefield.

Seeing the Western Lands Allied Forces' Artillery begin to counterattack, they wore expressions of disdain.

Although their artillery positions were not as luxurious as those of the Westerners, the Sandbag protecting the Artillery were enough to resist the opponent's Solid Shot.

As for the opponent's Howitzer, they could not harm their soldiers either.

For the next few days, they would continue the bombardment; there were no plans to let the soldiers attack.

Therefore, the Great Song soldiers all stayed deep within the trenches.

"The range of their Howitzer is far inferior to ours; this artillery battle is already lost for them," Guan Tong said, arms crossed.

They knew the Westerners also had Howitzer, but they understood nothing of their range or power.

Now that the opponent had counterattacked, it was exposed at once.

"Even if the range is short, it will become an obstacle for our troops when they charge;

it is best to destroy them during this artillery battle," Qin Shan said. "Have the Rifled Cannon take out their Fort one by one."

"Understood." Guan Tong turned and left.

In this campaign, for the war on the north side of Malacca, Qin Shan was the commander, and he, Guan Tong, was the Vice General.

The order was passed down.

The Artilleryman in charge of the Rifled Cannon began to load and fire.

After the Howitzer fired, they were waiting for orders.

This Howitzer was a good hand at dealing with enemies in trenches, but when it came to destroying the opponent's fortifications, they still had to rely on their Rifled Cannon Artilleryman.

They knew they were about to enter the fray.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Before long, one Rifled Cannon after another spat tongues of fire.

The Conical Cannonball flew straight toward the Fort on the Coalition fortifications.

Unlike the positions of the Howitzer, the Rifled Cannon Artilleryman were scattered across the entire battlefield, like individual skirmishers.

They were also very close to the Western Lands Allied Forces' positions, only about three miles away.

At this distance, they could fire with greater precision.

Of course, because the distance was short, it was also more dangerous.

However, they were firing Explosive Shell, while the opponent was firing Solid Shot.

By comparison, the other side was still at a disadvantage.

Moreover, the other side was still enduring the baptism of Howitzers, making it impossible for them to focus on exchanging fire.

One hundred and twenty Field Rifled Cannons opened fire one after another; under the high-density barrage, the Forts on the Coalition's fortifications were hit repeatedly.

Although the violent explosions could not destroy the Forts instantly, the fragments and shockwaves produced by the blasts effectively disrupted the Artillerymen of the Western Lands Allied Forces, causing the enemy's artillery fire to be suppressed immediately.

Wesley noticed this quickly, and his mood grew increasingly heavy.

But he could only watch helplessly as all this happened.

Their number of Artillery was already insufficient, and it was already difficult enough to bombard and disrupt the enemy's Howitzer positions; they were simply powerless to deal with the Field Rifled Cannons of the Great Song army.

However, his despair had only just begun.

Just then, a general suddenly pointed toward the sea and screamed, "Admiral, the Great Song fleet is approaching the shore."

Wesley hurriedly looked over, and it was indeed so.

The originally intact Great Song fleet was now splitting into two.

Thirty Sailing Warships and fifteen Steamships each formed a group and headed toward their positions.

Before long, they stopped at a position six li from the coast.

The Sailing Warships turned their broadsides toward them.

"God!" Wesley could barely stand steady.

Even though he had faced many formidable enemies in the various wars of the Western Lands.

This was the first time he had felt so powerless.

It was also the first time they were facing an enemy that surpassed them in terms of muskets and Artillery.

Now, he could finally understand the despair felt by indigenous armies when facing them.

In this war, he had been reduced to the side being bullied.

However, he did not have much time to think.

A flash of fire appeared on the sea, looking like a dark cloud flying over at high speed.

Over two thousand Cannonballs instantly covered their Trench fortifications.

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