Capítulo 2063: Chapter 688: Crisis Reveals Cowardice, Desperation Forges Courage (Part 3)

The Dwarf Fire Cannons, which were originally supposed to be fired by them, are now lined up. Human artillerymen dressed in the uniforms of the Golden Flower Kingdom are conducting the final firing calibration. Many Observing Warriors holding Calculating Pearls are calculating and adjusting the firing parameters, and boxes of shells gleaming with a cold light have been opened, ready to be loaded into the barrels.

As for Colonel Cannon…

This artillery colonel, who had been severely humiliated by Lord Hether, was lying in a miserable posture at the door of his command post, with a hole in his head. On the blood-stained ground lay several pieces of Burning Gold Ores of excellent quality and several Psychic packages filled with Gold Coins and gemstones.

His artillery commander’s telescope was now hanging on the chest of Major Ron, who had taken over the position. Behind this Goldenrod Major were several Thorn Assassins slipping into the shadows.

Apparently, he hadn’t relied on his soldiers to complete the takeover of the position.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Captain Dymes, who was well-versed in many matters, immediately understood what had happened on this battlefield. He looked at the detestable Colonel Cannon’s corpse, and a fleeting smile of cruel satisfaction appeared at the corner of his cold lips, before he strode toward Ron who was propped up with his command knife.

Upon seeing the elf approach, the latter immediately stood up and saluted.

Dymes’ title was Senior Ranger Captain, which in the human military system was equivalent to colonel or senior colonel.

“The commander of position number eight, Colonel Cannon, deserted during battle, and when I discovered him, he even tried to resist, ultimately leading to his summary execution with me and Transylvania’s Shadow Female Baron Lady Adel executed him on the spot! Now my artillery soldiers have taken over position number eight!

Commander!

Please issue the orders.”

Major Ron shouted loudly, and Dymes nodded and pointed forward, saying:

“Immediately direct firepower toward position number six to prevent the Armed Gnolls from continuing their assault, buying time for the soldiers on the positions to retreat! Once positions six and seven complete their retreat, you can retreat too.”

“We will fight to the last moment, Commander, this is our Celyon War Oath!”

Ron gave a salute and turned around to shout to the Iron Hand Captain behind him:

“Lower the Brass Dwarves’ war flag, raise the flag of the Golden Flower Kingdom! Gentlemen, this will be the site of King Louis’ majesty!

Hear my command!

Here, fight to the last moment!”

“Yes, sir!”

The response to him was a neat shout, and although the Transia People had already made a name for themselves at Blackflame Mountain Pass, after today, all the soldiers on the Black Disaster Battlefield would know that the soldiers of the Exploration Corps never lack courage.

Minutes later, the first round of intensive shelling struck precisely at the rear positions of position number six, where the Armed Gnolls had gathered in large numbers, and as a result, they were decimated.

Ron used Colonel Cannon’s artillery commander’s telescope to view the results, and the trembling earth in the flames made him very satisfied. Turning back, he complained to the Iron Hand Captain guarding him:

“Such a good cannon! It’s so much better than what we’re currently using. If the Brass Dwarves had fulfilled their duties from the first day of combat, the situation at Blackflame Mountain Pass would never have worsened to this point.

Pah!

It’s a waste to give such a good weapon to this group of cowards.”

“The Brass Dwarves weren’t always cowards.”

Robinson ‘Iron Hand’ Captain shook his head and said:

“My ancestor participated in the third Black Disaster, leaving behind a journal that my family preserved until I was a child. In my ancestor’s journal, he described the scene of him and the Brass Dwarves’ lord’s guard together breaking into the enemy ranks.

He praised those dwarves as the most fanatically brave samurai he had ever seen in his life, especially the Ironheart Warriors who forsook their faith and tradition, and devoted everything to battle and slaughter…

Unfortunately, hundreds of years were enough for a race to change from warriors to cowards.”

“Speaking of the Ironheart Warriors…”

Major Ron thought of something else from his deputy’s words and said:

“Wasn’t it said that there were still four regiments of Ironheart Warriors at position number eight? How come we didn’t see them when we came over? Did they flee? Impossible!”

“No, they’re fighting, Major.”

Iron Hand pointed to position number seven in the front and said:

“When Colonel Cannon decided to flee, the Ironheart Warriors stopped listening to his commands. Those crazy warriors rushed out from the positions on their own to find the enemy ahead, satisfying their inner desire for slaughter. These guys are lunatics, just like the Transia People.

But how to put it?

The Transia People are just recklessly bold and a bit silly, but I know they still have a human heart beating within them, while these Ironheart Warriors, the feeling they give me… hmm, very uncomfortable.

It’s like monsters that have lost their souls but have filled their shells with something strange.

Hopefully, I’m just overthinking.