CHAPTER 1709: CHAPTER 570: USING A CLEAVER TO KILL A CHICKEN

After the battle officially commenced, this standard decision-making oversight didn’t manifest any drawbacks, because it seemed no one at Lishan Gate thought of escaping, or rather, didn’t have time to escape!

What amused Liu Zhenhan, this amateur of all amateurs in command, was that facing the most iron-blooded army from the alien continent’s wilderness, everyone at "Lishan Gate" seemed well-prepared. From the moment the Beamon warriors’ figures appeared in the gourd-shaped open area in front of the manor, the low city wall suddenly lit up a blaze, countless large lanterns lighting up punctually, just like couples on a date, all at the same rhythm.

If this behavior were to be described in Liu Zhenhan’s jargon, it would be "Lishan Gate" committing a crime against the wind!

Not defeating them would simply be unreasonable!

A flurry of fireworks from the Lishan Gate’s manor trailed dazzling arcs of light, exploding in the air with a bang, and huge light balls resembling Venus suspended lightly like ghost fires in the sky, illuminating the surrounding miles as bright as day.

"Obischillaci! This thing lights up better than flares!" Liu Zhenhan clicked his tongue in amazement at the fireworks hanging in the sky, thinking that Aegean hadn’t invented such a thing yet. It seemed necessary to buy some back to play with.

The Summer Palace guards’ advance was in standard Beamon style, charging straight through as if obstacles were nonexistent.

Along the way, the slender willow forest was smashed into a straight empty alley by the antelope warriors, wielding totem pillars, with continuous cracking sounds. This grand scene left the Lishan Gate guards on the city wall a bit dumbfounded.

The Silk Continent indeed had peculiar customs - Divine Beasts rely on the government, just as humans rely on the Divine Beast Association. Liu Zhenhan saw that the four or five hundred people standing on the city wall were mostly ordinary human warriors.

"Stop here!" A large blue flag embroidered with turtles, snakes, and a treasure sword was raised on the city wall of the Lishan Gate manor. A fierce-looking bald man stood under the flag fluttering in the wind, shouting fiercely, his voice echoing across the wilderness.

Beside this bald man, there were giant iron cauldrons emitting wisps of blue smoke. The cauldrons were obviously filled with hot oil; under the cover of the parapet, without sufficiently bright lighting, these cauldrons heated by a confined furnace, charcoal, and sawdust were very difficult to detect.

The bright fireworks provided the clearest vision of the surroundings, as Lishan Gate seemingly intended to intimidate this formidable opponent.

In both the East and Aegean, the oil used for defense in this era, because it can’t be ignited instantly, is often used by heating and then pouring. Boiling water has a Roland temperature of a hundred degrees, while boiling oil reaches a hundred and fifty degrees. One can imagine what it means to be scalded by this boiling oil! More importantly, once the temperature of boiling oil rises to a certain level, kindling such as torches can quickly ignite without needing ’stacking firewood’!

Lishan Gate’s military facilities aren’t just these, the continuous harsh sound of the bow releasing from the arrow tower bastions indicates only a siege crossbow could produce such a sound!

Intimidation! This is typical intimidation!

Liu Zhenhan could be sure that Prince Tang Zhang deliberately left some things untold.

Lishan Gate’s sudden display was excessive, even if the abnormal actions of Heru City’s garrison put them on alert, they shouldn’t suddenly reveal so many heavy military weapons. Within the city, they should consider the prestige of government institutions. This is almost tantamount to attacking officials; isn’t this a bit excessive?

"All personnel of Lishan Gate, listen!" Ninth Prince Xiao Kong, wearing a "Perfume Hyacinth," ascended into the sky through the night fog, using a loud voice with amplified synchronization, his shout echoing throughout Heru City: "On behalf of Heru City government, I formally warn you to immediately lay down your weapons and accept inspection!"

"You effeminate boy, listen to me, surrendering is purely a dream!" the bald man on the city wall retorted boldly, causing the handsome Xiao Kong’s face to change color dramatically.

In fact, chit-chatting was completely meaningless because the Summer Palace guards had already started charging.

The group charge of Beamon’s main battle units was very characteristic of the Aegean Continent.

At the start of the charge, Beamon warriors would march in place, then gradually accelerate, matching the war drums’ rhythm. The uniform pace and imposing momentum could cause psychologically weaker armies to collapse without contact. During this process, the war song halo will refresh over all Beamon warriors!

More than a hundred priests, although most could only use the Glorious Halo, the strong battle song power and sheer number were overwhelming. This instantly flashing and refreshing war song halo almost blinded the eyes of five human great magic tutors.

The lineup at Lishan Gate was surely enough for dealing with worldly combat, but it was far from enough against the national machine, not to mention facing an elite force like the Summer Palace guards!

Although several famous campaigns of Feilengcui were all renowned worldwide for their defense, it did not mean that the Summer Palace guards were inferior in offense.

As a real heavy armored brigade, the most suitable combat method for the Summer Palace guards was indeed assault!

From the moment Helen’s war drums resounded across the earth, the iron chains used for lowering the drawbridge outside the Lishan Gate estate sparked into a dazzling performance, breaking apart in an instant under the relentless barrage of heavy arrows!

The Summer Palace Punisher Corps wielded magical mercurial bows with overwhelming penetrative power, repeatedly firing with precise archery skills. Such flimsy iron chains couldn’t withstand much of this assault.

As the drawbridge thunderously fell, the infantry and aerial units began their perfectly coordinated charge.

The tactics of the Summer Palace Guard were actually quite monotonous. The first wave of attack was the arrow rain baptism from the Palace’s Punisher Archers, followed by a single-use saturation attack from the Magic Protectors and ritual pet plants. Then, the airborne troops swept over, using double-powder gourds to concentrate bombardments on the city walls while mirror cannons’ halos burst chaotically across the sky, and windmill archers flourished in all directions.

In regular siege warfare, the heavy infantry, normally the main offensive force, found themselves quite relaxed. They neither carried cloud ladders nor grappling hooks, leisurely advancing as Mechanical Gao Cen cleared the path, while birdwing crossbow cars flanked. The drawbridge hadn’t been crossed halfway when the not-so-tall city gate tower was already engulfed in a sea of fire. The unspilled boiling oil inadvertently became excellent fuel, burning not the enemy but Lishan Gate’s own people.

"Vail!" one of the deputy captains of the Summer Palace Punisher Corps, Zebraman Baron Federer, issued orders in the Mongolian language, and the arrow rain from the Hundred-man Reserve Corp fell like a black waterfall from the heavens, immersing the lamentable estate.

The Hundred-man Reserve Punisher Corps, almost akin to three regiment formations, exploited the innate advantage of windmill archery and centaur six-finger archers. Each arrow volley matched the caliber of a ten-thousand-archer legion, a scale of arrow rains that could only be likened to avalanches and floods.

The true Divine Archers, Zephyr Harps, and Golden Star Shooters had long since eliminated arrow towers and bunkers from beyond the range of crossbows. The incredible elasticity of the magical mercurial bows allowed arrows to directly penetrate those crossbow operators exposed under the lights.

Though narrow, the arrow slits in the bunkers appeared distinctly exposed to the Divine Archer Zephyr Harps, akin to scarecrows in an open field.

"Pavel, what kind of magic arrow did you just use?" Liu Zhenhuan tiptoed and loudly inquired of his top Divine Archer.

Nedved had just shot an arrow that miraculously curved in the air, piercing through several necks consecutively.

"Heart-guided Arrow." Without needing Nedved to respond, Tenth Prince Ventéclair answered for his father. It was a masterpiece of human alchemical techniques. The Hou Haus family’s Marse Rotation skills held no advantage against magic technology. However, this magic arrow had only a limited number due to insufficient raw materials, urgently awaiting hunting by the second-line corps and external purchases.

The notion that alchemical advantage signifies war advantage could be most directly proven here.

The earlier promise Zhitao made to Prince Tangzang about not killing anyone had now entirely turned to empty words. The Bo Langsha Fire Herons charged at the forefront, merciless from the first strike.

Where there’s resistance, there’s naturally casualties. The Summer Palace Guard wouldn’t be foolish enough to offer themselves up to be slain.

Lishan Gate, reputed for five hundred serpent beasts as divine creatures, utterly failed not only in physical resistance but also in magical counterattacks. The first wave of attacks collapsed completely.

Once the Summer Palace Guard’s magical barrage began, a hundred or so figures soared into the sky with a "whoosh," leaving the city tower a sea of exploding flames.

Several things perplexed Liu Zhenhuan at this moment.

The first puzzled point was that according to Aegean habits, whether in large-scale battles or small skirmishes, mages would undoubtedly release shields to protect their own. Lishan Gate’s men leaving the battlefield so quickly, detaching from conventional troops, and being too lazy to even perform magical interception would force even a novice wandering mage on the Aegean Continent to laugh disdainfully! If this was the Silk Continent’s magic combat style, wasn’t it a bit too backward?

The second oddity: those who flew into the sky did so without deploying any magic known to Liu Zhenhuan. They soared freely, stepping on weapons. There were all sorts of weapons from swords, spears, to staffs. Whatever weapon they favored, they confidently stepped on, with the three-foot sword, being a personal favorite—flexible yet firm. The elemental fluctuations of these weapons were somewhat similar to Xiao Kong’s broken boots, evidently magic tools!

Such widespread and commonplace magic tools left Liu Zhenhuan bewildered and dazed.

The third issue was the hardest for Old Liu to accept. In the first wave of magical attacks from the Summer Palace Guard, the swiftest-releasing golden dwarf mages’ "Thunderbolt Column" was intercepted by a vast egg-shaped shield before reaching the city tower. This scene transformed into a softly translucent elemental shield against magical assault, its extensive coverage entirely encompassing the estate spanning dozens of acres!

No mage on the Aegean Continent could cast such an immense defensive barrier!

If one could name anything similar, it would be Saint Chiao’s Forbidden Magic Domain!

This supermassive shield barrier was certainly not a Forbidden Magic Domain!

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