I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 209 A Fool's Cleverness
As it turned out, Dud's guess was wrong; Chris really did manage to get his artillery to bombard the Minisian camp for a whole night.

He had one hundred cannons. Thanks to the quality of modern steel, the cannons cooled down faster than those made of cast iron and bronze. As long as these one hundred cannons were fired in rotation and the temperature of the barrels was kept in mind, a night of heavy bombardment would not be a problem at all.

Around midnight, Chris woke up from his sleep, yawned, and ordered the artillerymen and more than two thousand soldiers who had been working all night to stop and cease fire.

Chris had someone do a quick count of how many shells the artillery had fired last night, and they gave an answer... 2,500 rounds.

The artillerymen used four types of cannons to fire 2,500 shells of four different calibers, which amounted to about 85 tons of steel, at the vicinity of the Minnesota earthen wall. The result was that the two-kilometer-long earthen wall was completely leveled.

They also managed to drive away the Minieses who wanted to work through the night last night.

Eighty-five tons of steel! How much does that cost?

Chris calculated that this had only burned through about 600,000 RMB of his war funds.

Oh dear, that's not much!

Chris opened the system and saw that the amount he had spent on in-game purchases last night was more than 600,000 yuan.

Last night, the main position was bombarded incessantly, and the flank positions on the right ridge were also under constant fighting. The Zhongshan Wolf Battalion, completely enraged, led by its commander Iron Claw, launched a night-long assault on the ridge positions.

They died and came back to life, came back to life and died again. Some people were so eager for revenge that they didn't even wait for the players in the corpse collection team to drag their bodies back before paying the resurrection fee directly.

Then they ran to the logistics officer at the military camp and received a free set of light infantry equipment before continuing their charge in groups.

Driven by the Zhongshan Wolf Battle Group, other small battle groups and solo players who were originally just playing support roles gradually got hooked. Except for players who had to work the next day and didn't have time, most of them also fought all night.

Relying on the most direct, barbaric, and clumsy tactics of piecemeal attacks and reckless charges, these players of more than 300 managed to carve out a scene of carnage on the ridge, and also caused the Minisians on the mountaintop to change three waves of troops.

However, the fighting spirit of these Minisian soldiers was also quite tenacious. They held out until almost dawn before completely collapsing and fleeing westward, crying and shouting.

However, because of their tenacity, the players, who had died twice on average, finally occupied the ridge and felt a great sense of accomplishment, howling for more than ten minutes before stopping.

After learning about this, Chris knew he would have to pay his dues... At least every player who participated in the all-night battle would receive two to three silver medals, and the outstanding ones would be awarded gold medals.

Otherwise, players who have contributed their merits, hard work, and money will definitely be figuring out how to take down Chris's sneaky shots.

What is due should be given; being stingy will eventually backfire and hurt you.

Therefore, Chris's first order this morning was to have the craftsmen accompanying the army expedite the forging of medals, preparing to distribute them by noon.

After a night of bombardment and the all-night fighting of several battle groups including Zhongshan Wolf, most of the obstacles to Chris's army's attack on the Minisian camp have been cleared away. Currently, only a stream three meters wide and a slope remain.

As dawn broke, Chris stood on a makeshift command platform, gazing at the ruins of the Minisian camp across the way. The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, but the tide of battle had completely turned.

"Messenger."

Chris yawned and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Have the engineers build pontoon bridges immediately. I need to see at least three attack routes by noon."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The messenger was about to leave when he was called back.

"and many more."

Chris suddenly remembered something.

"Have the logistics department prepare hot meals, and give extra food to all soldiers involved in the night battle... especially the Zhongshan Wolf squad members who participated in the ridge attack and defense; give them extra rum."

Rum isn't anything special; it's not expensive, nor is it a particularly delicious alcoholic beverage. It's just a product of sugarcane juice and sugar fermentation, so it's nothing special for enthusiasts.

However, in an army where alcohol is prohibited and discipline and hierarchy are emphasized, being able to drink openly is undoubtedly a great honor.

To put it simply, it's a kind of ritual, a privilege that allows players to be more immersed, and it's cost-effective.

After giving the order, Chris gazed into the distance, assessing the current situation. He figured the attack could officially begin around noon.

However, just as Chris was calculating how many days he would need to stay there to deal with the group of Minesian professional soldiers on the other side, a messenger rushed over and reported some bad news to him.

The fire set by the Ultramarines... is burning this way!

"What? It's spreading here!"

Chris was shocked.

"Didn't I leave the Ultramarines to set up firebreaks? How did the fire spread this way?"

"Your Highness, this is a letter from Commander Lin Ruoyu!"

The messenger didn't know how to answer the prince's order, so he could only take out a sealed letter from his pocket and hand it to Chris. Chris took it, tore it open, glanced at it, and understood what it was about.

The Ultramarines were too few in number, and the fire was too big for them to handle.

That alone wasn't the most critical issue. Even with fewer people, Lin Ruoyu and his team could still control and delay the fire by using gunpowder and equivalent methods of setting fires, at least preventing the fire from spreading towards the battlefield too quickly.

But yesterday, an army flying the flag of the Republic of Bagnia attacked the Extreme Chapter, which was trying to control the fire.

The attack failed because the players spotted them in time, but the presence of these troublemakers forced the Ultramarines to retreat with their NPC soldiers.

When these republicans arrived at the scene, instead of putting out the fire, they started fires everywhere, spreading embers and making the fire even more intense, while also causing the fire to spread towards Wotradnoy.

The battlefield where Chris confronted the Minisians happened to be right in front of the raging fire.

Chris put the letter down and looked up to the northwest, behind the Minisian camp. The sky there was indeed an unusually dense black.

Chris watched for a while, then fell into deep thought.

"Oh no, I think I've run into a bunch of idiots..."

(End of this chapter)