"Alright, folks, everyone out! Move according to the drill, quick, quick!"

The shout from the back of the carriage snapped Farina back to her senses.

"We'll go help!" she said to Joe, then pushed the door open and jumped out of the cockpit.

In the space of a few breaths, the crew traveling with the convoy was already busy. They took notes in their notebooks and set up several strange-looking instruments on the ground. Judging from their conversations, these instruments seemed to be used to locate targets for the soldiers.

At this point, even if Farina was slow, she knew what the First Army was about to do.

They planned to bombard enemies kilometers away from this location!

Although she had long known that the Graycastle people were best at using firearms to strike enemies from a distance, understanding was one thing, but when she witnessed this scene with her own eyes, she still felt a sincere shock—any thrown weapon would be affected by the wind and its own weight, and the greater the distance, the greater the impact. Even the slightest disturbance would drastically change the outcome. How exactly did they ensure that the rounds fired from their firearms would still fly as they intended over such long distances?

Could it be that those seemingly simple instruments could predict the future?

If that were the case, the Church's disastrous defeat in the Coldwind Ridge battle would not be so strange.

However, Farina couldn't help with such technical work at all. She consciously walked towards the rear of the convoy, hoping to contribute to unloading the cargo.

Due to confidentiality requirements, the drivers did not know in advance who was riding on the vehicles or what cargo they were carrying, but the convoy was definitely hauling a lot of stuff. At this time, an extra pair of hands could at least speed up the preparations—she might not be good at other things, but her strength was definitely not bad.

However, the scene behind her left her stunned.

She saw a group of burly men moving long wooden crates with extremely high efficiency, and those heavy-duty towed firearms did not seem so bulky in their hands. After removing the connector restraints, several people surrounded the long steel tubes, pulling and dragging them off the hardened road.

What surprised Farina even more was that she actually saw several familiar faces in the crowd.

Wait...aren't these the God's Punishment Army?

Although they were not wearing armor, judging from their strength, skill, and appearance, they were clearly the outstanding warriors of Hermes.

"Yo, we meet again."

Suddenly someone patted her shoulder.

Hearing this familiar voice, Farina turned her head sharply, "Zoe...Zoe?"

"I didn't expect you to remember my name," Zoe grinned. "I thought you would still call out 'Commander Ainoer' first."

She took a deep breath, "Then who are these people...?"

"That's right, they are all witches from Taquila," Zoe spread her hands. "See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"There are hundreds more like me in Neverwinter, using the bodies you contributed. If you encounter familiar people in the future, remember not to be too surprised."

Her words at the time reappeared in her ears.

Farina didn't know what to say for a moment.

Joe bowed deeply to the latter, "Miss Zoe, I didn't have time to thank you last time, and I have always felt very regretful. It's really good to see you again now. Thank you for saving Miss Farina."

"Miss Zoe? Mortal, you're quite perceptive, I accept this gratitude," Zoe shrugged. "We'll talk about other things later, let's focus on dealing with the devils now."

"That..." Looking at the back as she was about to leave, Farina couldn't help but speak.

"Hmm?" Zoe stopped.

"Thank you. And...I am deeply sorry for the mistakes the Church once made..."

"It's not your fault, you were just deceived."

She waved her hand and walked towards the construction site without looking back.

Farina opened her mouth, but in the end it only turned into a light sigh.

However, what she didn't see was that Zoe's lips curled up slightly as she left.

As Tieaxe said, as a driver, she couldn't help in the end. In less than a quarter of an hour, the First Army was ready to fire.

"Report, cannons one, two, and three are loaded!"

"Fire!" the commander ordered decisively.

With a loud roar, a veil-like snow mist instantly rose beneath the gun mounts, and the rumble echoed through the mountains and fields, like thunder rolling across the sky.

The hot shell casings were ejected into the snow, making a sizzling sound, and new shells were quickly loaded inside, waiting for the next firing. The whole process was smooth and flowing, and the tacit cooperation between the gunners was like one person. From this detail, it could be seen to what extent their usual training had reached.

Farina realized that the difference between the First Army and other armies was not just in firearms.

More than ten breaths later, she saw a string of snow columns finally rising from the top of the mountain!

...

"The ground forces have started firing!"

Sylvie, on the Seagull, could see even more clearly.

After three shells drew a long parabolic arc, they all landed near the fortress-type Twisted Beast, the closest one being less than three hundred meters away. The sudden explosion caused the devils stationed around to become chaotic, and several Terror Beasts flapped their wings and took to the sky.

After relaying the correction information to the artillery commander below, she focused all her attention on the enemy's movements.

"How are the devils reacting?" Tilly asked.

"The main target shows no signs of moving yet. Only a few Terror Beasts have taken off so far. It shouldn't be long before they discover the truck convoy."

"Good luck," Andrea whistled.

Indeed, good luck. Sylvie nodded almost imperceptibly—according to the plan formulated by the staff, the counterattack squad had originally prepared to be discovered before approaching the Fortress Twisted Beast, and to continue firing at the target while braving the obstruction of the patrolling Terror Beasts. The basis for this plan came from the experience previously accumulated in the Fertile Plains fighting against the devil vanguard. If the opponent was Ursrook, twenty to fifteen kilometers would already be a high-risk area.

Although they had just experienced a major battle and a large number of troops had been sent to the Sunken Pool Bay, as an extremely important "Mobile Obelisk," the fortress still had Terror Beasts and a considerable garrison stationed nearby. However, their perimeter was not watertight, and for a long time, no Terror Beasts flew over this area.

It was because the enemy did not discover the counterattack squad early that Tilly allowed Sylvie to continue guiding the trucks forward until they reached a firing position eight kilometers from the target.

This could only mean that the enemy had become lax after occupying the Four Cities!

In a moment, the second round of shells also came whistling in.

The adjusted second round of strikes was significantly more accurate. Two of them passed through the towering skeleton of the Fortress Twisted Beast, landing one in front of and one behind its feet, killing several Mad Demons. The third one directly penetrated the Twisted Beast's wide back, stirring up a cloud of snow and bloody flesh.

The Twisted Beast let out a piercing screech and moved its two legs forward.

More Terror Beasts flew out from all directions and formed a formation in the air.

But by the time they confirmed where the attack was coming from, five minutes had passed—which could not be considered slow in previous battles, but facing the fortress guns eight kilometers away, five minutes was enough for the artillery to fire ten rounds of bombardment, which even included the time to adjust the firing parameters!

This operation did not end with a precise "leg-breaking strike" like the Battle of Taquila, but for the enemy, the results were much more tragic. The skeleton that had been repeatedly bombarded was already scarred, covered with several shell holes. Through the layers of broken bones, you could see the trembling organs and blue blood flowing everywhere below. Although it tried its best to escape, this attempt did not have much effect compared to the rate of fire of the cannons.

When another shell drilled into the Twisted Beast's body, it let out a miserable wail. The huge body flashed with blue light, and then exploded completely! Internal organs and blood poured down like a waterfall, dyeing the snow on the hillside a strange color. The empty limbs seemed to have lost their support, breaking, peeling, and collapsing weakly, smashing heavily on the devils that had no time to dodge, crushing them into a twisted mess.

"Watch out, they're coming!"

At the same time, Sylvie also issued a warning to the convoy about the approaching Terror Beasts.