Chapter 64: Cavalry Charge, But Do Not Stop the Artillery!

Recalling the past military exchange records between the Hanwu and the Black Hawk armies, the necromancer subconsciously felt that these rigid guys should not abandon their positions so easily.

He always felt that something was not quite right on this battlefield, though he could not put his finger on it for the moment.

"Watch out for the enemy snipers. There is a relatively professional group of snipers in their troops, and their marksmanship is exceptionally good!"

"If we are not careful, these guys might..."

Shaking off the unease in his heart, the necromancer instructed his subordinate soldiers.

Recalling those unlucky fellows who had been shot dead earlier, he had to admit that although these snipers had very amateur hiding techniques, always exposing the glint of their scopes, their shooting accuracy was truly remarkable!

He had no idea how the Hanwu army trained their sharpshooters to be able to score headshots from such a great distance every single time. It was simply baffling!

However, before he could finish his sentence, several familiar sounds in the sky instantly caused his expression to change drastically.

Whoosh—!

Listening to the sound of artillery shells tearing through the sky, he realized it in an instant—the enemy must have figured out that snipers were too easily exposed, and coupled with the firepower coverage on the front lines making it unsuitable for sniping, they had directly resorted to using artillery to snipe him instead!

Did these detestable Hanwu troops still not exhaust their mortar rounds from the previous artillery battle?

There was no time to overthink. Subconsciously, he scrambled miserably to the side, while signaling the mecha behind him to hurry over and act as a shield to protect him.

At the same time, the spellcasting motions in his hands did not stop. A shield composed of overlapping, pale white bones gradually emerged, wrapping him layer by layer like a silkworm cocoon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several players hiding behind the town's buildings, operating mortars, continuously bombarded this area while rapidly changing their positions.

If snipers could not win in a firepower contest against enemy machine guns and cannons, suffering heavy casualties, that was completely fine.

In battlefield games, sniping had always been a very flexible concept. Single shots, aiming down sights, and achieving a one-hit kill—that was sniping!

Accordingly, mortars in this game, which could eliminate enemies with a single strike, naturally became a form of sniping.

Although the overhead map in this game lacked markers and was far from being as clear as the original battlefield map, after getting familiar with it, the players could still roughly figure out the enemy's movements on the map.

Several consecutive high-explosive shells landed right into the advancing formation of the undead soldiers, instantly blowing a large group of them into the air.

Even though experienced undead soldiers had dropped to the ground in advance to take cover, facing the relentless rain of shells landing around them, their evasive actions made very little difference.

As for the Pacifier mecha acting as meat shield, it was pelted by the continuous falling shells with a deafening clatter. However, without a direct hit, relying on mortars to destroy such armored vehicles in reality was actually a very difficult task.

Hiding behind the iron can and wrapped in his own spell shield, the necromancer was not wiped out in a single wave by these few mortar shells.

Yet he was extremely anxious. He could sense that the enemy artillerymen were rapidly locking onto his position, and for all he knew, in the next round, the opposing artillery fire might land directly on top of his head!

Fortunately, the infantry guns located on the opposite bank of the river were quite effective. The enemy had spotted the suddenly appearing artillery fire here immediately and quickly shifted their original artillery support direction.

Although due to angles, most infantry guns found it difficult to hit the players hiding behind the buildings, a few infantry guns were lucky enough to pierce straight through a flimsy wall, landing right beside a mortar-operating player.

With a loud explosion, an unlucky player was instantly blown into the air, and his angry rant erupted in the comment section.

Heavenly Venerable Knows: [What is going on here? Is this clipping through models? It must be clipping through models! Where are the GMs? Fix this bug right now!]

Although most players operating mortars were not caught in the blast, these players spontaneously stopped their bombardment and sprinted toward other locations.

This had already become a subconscious habit for the players: if you get blown up while shelling, change locations immediately to avoid accidentally flying into the sky.

"Good grief, they've made quite comprehensive preparations!"

Turning his head and taking a glance at the deployment of the players on the other side, Andrei could not help but exclaim in a low voice.

This batch of mortars could only be considered the first wave of measures or a probing attack against the mage. The real killer move left for the mage was yet to come—another organized cavalry troop approaching from the rear!

Ten players who had newly purchased warhorses quietly bypassed the warehouse area, made a wide detour, swung around to the side of the town, and then charged straight across, galloping wildly toward the mage's position.

Because the previous wave of mortar bombardment had been too eye-catching, and because mortar shells continued to rain down, the attention of all the Black Hawk soldiers was entirely concentrated here.

They never expected that a small cavalry squad would suddenly appear from the flank at a time like this. Or rather, they never imagined that a group of cavalrymen would actually brave the fire of their own side, charging forward head-on right beneath a barrage of shells!

"Charge, brothers! The glory of Mount & Blade lives forever!"

"Use bayonet charges, but keep the artillery firing!"

A group of cavalry players galloped wildly toward the scene in high spirits, raising specially chosen lances in their hands.

Although carbines were also quite powerful and often more practical in many situations, considering that these mages possessed rather bizarre abilities, the players decided to resolve the issue with melee attacks capable of guaranteed instant kills!

All beings are equal in front of a cavalry lance. As long as they were not asked to poke armor, they could poke anything to death!

And if they couldn't poke it to death, they could just toss a few more grenades at it!

The blood-curdling yells of the players and the crisp sound of horse hooves finally caught the attention of the mage. The necromancer, who was busy replenishing his bone shield, heard the commotion coming from the flank and quickly turned his head to look.

When he saw these charging cavalrymen, the fear nearly scared him out of his wits!

"Damn it! These savage nomads!"

Muttering to himself, he hurriedly fired a green ray in that direction, which happened to hit the cavalryman charging at the very front.

Yet contrary to what he expected—he had assumed that once this ray hit, that cavalryman would instantly turn into a skeleton.

In reality, the ray shone for a full three seconds before that unfortunate cavalry player, along with his horse, dissolved into a pool of white bones, scattering onto the ground with a rustling sound.

"How is this possible? How can they withstand the Necrotic Ray?"

Before the necromancer could figure out what was happening, several suddenly flying grenades forced him to seal his bone shield once again and curl up in place to take the explosion.

At the very next instant, a long lance abruptly pierced through the bone shield, thrusting straight inside and piercing clean through his chest.