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Chapter 341 Northern War Theatre - Part 3

Neither the cultivators nor the goblins expected it. They thought everything was going to be just fine. The anti tank cannons had managed to shoot down the catapults, rendering them useless. The marksmen repeatedly fired their M1 Garand Rifles and managed to scored more kills than they ever had in their entire military career. Some of the marksmen had to shout at others to pass them some ammo since they managed to nearly burn through it despite the supposed cost. Even Jia Le, the Breathtaking Bellflower, and Luo Bo, the Illusive Rabbit Cultivator, shot out uncountable kunais and arrows until their hands hurt.

Yet, roughly half an hour into the battle, the Orcs in the front line had managed to reach the fort walls using whatever means possible or necessary to head towards their destination. Shields, dead Orcs, leftover pieces of armour. It seemed like a mostly one sided massacre; nevertheless, the overwhelming numbers gave them the sole advantage especially when they were pitting against a small number of goblins. At this time Spear General Argent started to notice a noticeable change in the siege formation. There were no Orcs who attempted to break down the front doors at all as if they were actively avoiding that place. This should not be the case since it was the weakest link of the defence fortification.

Instead, the Orcs were attempting to climb up the walls which were fifteen metres tall and they were doing it hastily. Each unit was carrying a ladder with them for that exact purpose. The first few orcs died under arrow and gun fire and eventually became the foundation for their rickety ladders. Some of the stronger or more agile Orcs used sickles and claws to climb up the walls instead. Others were successful in reaching the top and started distracting the marksmen from the regular orcs allowing more of the ladders to be placed. (Of course, those orcs were taken care of immediately.)

There were two castle towers at the side of Gob Gob Bu fort walls and the goblin militia that was not manning the fort walls as bowmen were responsible for transporting hot oil to be thrown over the walls. Because goblins were small in size, it was relatively difficult to throw those heavy pots of oil over alone. Luckily with the help of either Sandy the Sand Witch and Zhi Nu the Immortal Weaver who were at each side of the castle towers, the goblins managed to do so without getting scald by the hot oil pot.

Those orcs that were climbing up the siege ladders, however, could not avoid that. They had their skin melted off entirely and some of the less lucky Orcs had the hot oil running down along their throats, causing them to suffocate and die. Still, that was not the only purpose of the hot oil. The goblin militia bowmen lit up their arrows and shot the areas where they poured the hot oil. Some even just threw their burning arrows or empty quivers doused in oil and fire to burn the makeshift wooden siege ladders. Regardless, the orcs were not deterred at all by these horrors. It seemed as if the effects of the taboo magic that Spear General Argent had seen during the days of Goblin Rebellion was even more potent this time around. However, he did not have a clear look at the Orcs themselves to verify it.

"Damn it, they were branded taboo for a reason! How can they care so little for the life of their soldiers, those cold hearted bastards!" General Argent swore in a fit of anger. Overseeing the battle, he finally felt something was off when he accidentally noticed that there was a gap got larger in the orc siege formation. Never one to doubt his instincts he moved towards Luo Bo and asked if she could fire a few of her flare arrows towards the end of the mountain valley.

Luo Bo did not hesitate and shot the chi enhanced flare arrow breaking the looming darkness of the coming night. This particular flare arrow was somewhat special in that it released little flares periodically at every ten metre interval which provided General Argent with the vision he needed. True enough, the siege formation was split into two with the middle emptied just as suspected. As Argent was waiting for view at the end of the trail, the flare arrow disappeared when it was reaching the other side of the valley instead of burning brightly.

"Shit! They are using illusion magic! Whatever they are hiding can't be good!" General Argent immediately commanded the anti tank guns to shoot at what seemed to be the end of the valley and called out the militia to raise their shields up. Even Sandy's Sand Shield Sentinel Spirit went into full defensive mode.

However, before the anti tank gunners could pull off the next volley of explosive attacks, a large energy beam silently ripped through the optical illusion that was well covered in darkness and a ray of intensely bright light blasted through the centre of the valley. It instantly destroyed the fort gates and the subsequent makeshift barricades that had been created by the goblin militia.

The blast was strong enough to decimate and burn almost everything in its path, creating a hole not just through the fort wall but reaching the other end of the town as well. The M4 Sherman tank which was stationed at the 25 metres away from the fort walls took a hit too.

Fortunately, the Grade 10 thunder resistance inscription managed to protect the electronics and ammunition in the tank, but it was obviously more than the inscription could have handled alone before fading away along with the additional metal sheets plating of the tank. The tank was only able to survive due to the help of Sandy's Sand Shield Sentinel Spirit that had focused all eight shields and placed them as a layered defence absorbing part of the ray or else the beam would have eliminated not just the fort gates, but probably the entire town and whoever was inside it too.

"Tsk, I did not expect that foreign magical summon of theirs to be that strong. Even though it seems to be on the verge of disappearing, this is unacceptable!" Colonel Ayse was disappointed at the result of the attack as she looked through her binoculars at a distance. She did not hesitate to order her war wolf to devour the Orc officer in charge right in front of her for showing such poor results. Yet, she was equally excited. Her gut was telling her the Spear General must have survived if they had such a summon to protect the city. And if he did, that would meant she had the opportun