The No. 6 Fortress Cannon was the gun crew that Vanna inspected before the attack. Because its location was close to the edge of the position, it hardly suffered any other attacks except for two waves of javelins. Compared to the cannons that were knocked over by the Terror Beasts, it only needed to replenish its manpower to resume operation.

Less than a minute after receiving the parameters, the fortress cannon spewed out angry flames towards the target direction!

The distance of two kilometers made the arc of the shell extremely low. Whether it was human soldiers or devils on the battlefield, they all heard the special whistling sound produced by the shell flying through the air—

But the difference was that the latter immediately ushered in a deafening roar!

The heart-palpitating War Machine returned to its domain once again!

At this distance, the accuracy of the large-caliber artillery was no longer erratic. The first high-explosive shell accurately landed next to a crawler's foot—the violent explosion directly overturned half of its body, and the opened shell was completely gone, exposing the flesh inside.

Also killed was a team of Mad Devils guarding the crawler.

Judging from their posture, they were obviously guarding against the witches' raids, but due to the pressure of the mortars, they had to shrink beside the prostrate "big spider", hoping to use the stone limbs to block the flying shrapnel.

However, in the face of the caliber difference, this move became meaningless. The energy generated by the explosion easily passed through the crawler and into their bodies.

The shock wave shattered the internal organs and bones of the Mad Devils in the blink of an eye, causing their seemingly solid bodies to ripple like water. When the dust settled, only a pile of corpses lying in disorder remained around the epicenter.

"Hit it!" Sylvie couldn't help but wave her fist, "The next target is... 12 degrees 6 minutes, distance 2480 meters!"

"No problem, support is coming soon!"

At the same time, the devils who had suffered from the mortar bombardment finally entered the area one kilometer in front of the position.

Just when everyone thought the war was about to usher in a decisive moment, the enemy's offensive came to an abrupt end.

The whole process lasted less than ten minutes.

The Mad Devils rushing in the front once approached within 500 meters of Wangbei Slope, that is, in front of the first barbed wire.

But that was all.

Without the threat of Terror Beasts, all machine gun squads on the front line—including anti-aircraft machine guns—aimed their gun barrels at the swarming enemies.

The entire battlefield could almost be described as boiling for a time.

The firepower possessed by the First Army was now different from what it was during the Battle of Coldwind Ridge. At that time, the limited number of heavy machine guns were carefully placed in bunkers and only allowed to be used to deal with the most threatening targets. Now they could finally pour ammunition at will on any enemy who stepped into the range—even if such "waste" could only last for one battle.

The 500-meter interval became the hunting ground for the sharpshooter teams in the first trench.

For devils, they usually wouldn't take obstacles like barbed wire seriously. Their strong bodies were enough to leap over them or pull up the wooden stakes by the roots.

But in the eyes of snipers, doing so was no different from courting death.

When the devils realized that they could not get close enough to throw javelins no matter what, the collapse could no longer be controlled—this had nothing to do with discipline or morale, but more like the despair of wild beast instinct.

They left nearly a thousand corpses in front of the defense line and retreated like a tide, and during this process, the machine guns kept firing until the barrels were roasted red.

Compared with the fierce battle in the rear position, the front line seemed a little uneventful.

Sylvie was finally relieved. Perhaps only she knew how thrilling the "showdown of aces" two kilometers away was. The magic vortexes of the last two crawlers were already full, and just as they were about to be activated, the corrected No. 1 and No. 3 fortress cannons timely made up for this link.

If it had been a second or two later, the stone pillars would have inevitably caused greater damage to the First Army that was in the midst of the battle.

But in any case, humans won this battle—

After being silent for four hundred years, humans finally entered this forgotten land again, and finally took a round back from the hands of the devils.

...

It was four days later that Roland received a detailed report from the front.

Because there were too many battle results, the First Army spent a lot of energy to clean up the battlefield—according to the experience of Taqila, the first thing to do was to burn the devil corpses and take away all the magic stones.

Especially the latter, if the magic stones from the enemy's body cannot be taken away, it cannot be regarded as a complete victory. If it is recycled by the other party, it will soon appear in a new devil's body.

The final statistics were also very amazing, with almost more than six thousand devils dying in this ambush. This number has exceeded the total number of participants in the First Army.

And less than half of them were directly killed by artillery and machine guns—most of the devils died due to the cut off of the red mist, lying scattered on the road they came from.

The opponents were not without adequate preparation. After the battle, the First Army found more than a dozen siege beasts that had been modified into transportation vehicles, not including the scrapped products that had been blown into parts. If humans were at a disadvantage, they could slowly replenish the mist tanks, but the rout turned everything into a bubble. Relying solely on the red mist they carried, retreating from the outpost to the ruins of Taqila became an unreachable dead end.

"If I remember correctly, witches can also use those siege beasts, right?" Roland said to the Listening Sigil.

"You are right, the core of this thing is the magic stone, it will be fine with a little training," the replier was changed from Tie Axe to Zoe, "Although the movement speed is slow, it can carry a lot of things. The Union used it to replace mules and horses for long-distance transportation."

It seems good to hand them over to the Construction Department, Roland thought. The engineering team happens to be short of a batch of transportation vehicles, and slow speed is an advantage in the city.

It's a pity that the most captured throwing magic stones are not very useful—they need to be combined with magic life forms to exert their full effect. They are considered to be special magic stones for the devil race, and are generally taken back to the rear for centralized destruction.

"By the way, how did the enemy avoid Sylvie's reconnaissance?"

"Let me answer this question," Agatha cleared her throat, "After the battle, we conducted a comprehensive search of the outpost and found an underground passage—it connects to a cave two kilometers away, and there, we found an underground camp built by the devils. Not only is there a mist storage tower inside, but there is also a God's Punishment Stone pillar. The overall scale is even larger than the outpost used as bait. In fact, that is the devil's real base."

Roland couldn't help but frown, "A God's Punishment Stone that can cover a camp?"

"That's right," Agatha said slowly, "It is nearly five meters in diameter and about ten meters high, with a smooth cut surface, like a section of ice prism cut off by a sharp blade—such a thing was simply unheard of in the era of the Union. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed it."