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Chapter 266 Monokuma's Watching the Show (Part 1)

"Boom..."

The deep, resonant sound of the mortars, like the roar of an ancient beast, came from the depths of the Bohemian artillery positions. The artillerymen, dressed in dark uniforms, loaded the mortars with skillful, powerful, and orderly movements.

Artillery Major Ackerman stood with his hands behind his back at the rear of the artillery position, watching as six giant bronze mortars spewed out two-meter-long tongues of fire one by one.

The white smoke rising from the cannons rose like ghosts in the night, and the huge and heavy shells crashed into the city wall like meteors, like the fiery whip of death.

Every cannon shot was like an extension of his heartbeat; every reload was a testament to his desire for victory, making Ackerman's face shine like a chrysanthemum.

In addition to mortars, there are fifteen field eagle guns purchased from Minicia, and twenty cast iron cannons, namely six-pound field guns and twelve-pound siege guns, which are also maintaining their presence intermittently.

Ackerman was deeply immersed in the devastation and suppression of the walls of Hygrand by the Imperial artillery, which was undoubtedly a concrete manifestation of the glory of the Bohemian Empire's army.

Under the continuous bombardment of these six bronze mortars, the cannons on the front wall of Hegland were basically silenced. Only a few small cannons remained on the dilapidated wall, firing one shot at a time before moving on, stubbornly proving the tenacity of the Bagnians to the Bohemians outside the city.

The guards of Hygrand have not yet given up the fight.

Ackerman paid no attention to the shells fired from those small cannons.

Iron bullets the size of a baby's fist could not penetrate the artillery positions that the Bohemian artillerymen had spent days building. The low walls made of sandbags and thick planks effectively protected the artillerymen and cannons behind them.

However, just as Ackerman was reveling in the mighty Imperial artillery, the distant booming of cannons interrupted his reverie, and his expression suddenly froze.

The cannon fire didn't come from the direction of the city wall... but from the hills on the flank, a loud and powerful roar that was completely different from the howling of Bohemian cannons.

Because of the artillery commander's sensitivity to artillery, he could tell from the sound of the cannons that they were small to medium caliber field guns with a long range.

Ackerman immediately raised his binoculars and looked in the direction from which the cannon fire was coming. He then saw his own cavalry charging toward a small hill that was constantly spewing flames and making noise.

It was a bit far away, and it was nighttime, so Ackerman couldn't see very clearly. He stared wide-eyed for a while before he could confirm that it was an artillery position with at least twenty cannons.

Furthermore, the enemy's artillery firing rate was unusually high, and Ackerman could guess with just a guess that the cavalry company that launched the charge would suffer extremely heavy casualties.

"By the God of Light, Colonel Selene is doomed!"

Ackerman was horrified and immediately summoned the communications officer.

"Quickly, quickly inform the colonel to stop the ambush on Hegland City. The cuirassiers company in charge of the prince's army has run into trouble. They've fallen into a trap and are beyond saving. We must rendezvous with the troops led by Colonel Rasu on the left wing as soon as possible."

"Understood, sir."

...Standing behind a six-pound field cannon, leaning on a long-handled sword, Black Bear was an unlucky fellow tonight. More than fifty enemy cavalrymen had just charged over, and he and the other Han and Tang warriors had also charged out with their long-handled swords, but his sword hadn't been stained with a drop of blood.

It's unclear whether it was the intimidating aura of the Monokuma or the overly ornate fish-scale armor that made the charging Bohemian cuirassiers immediately recognize him as a formidable opponent.

However, to be fair, Monokuma's scales are quite beautiful. The overlapping scales shimmer with a silver luster under the moonlight, making it look as if the scales are coated with frost from a distance. Each scale is like a meticulously crafted silver scale.

On the armor, silver patterns entwine like vines, creating a visual effect resembling dragon scales and showcasing extraordinary craftsmanship.

The edges of his armor were decorated with delicate tassels that swayed gently with his movements, adding to his imposing presence.

This master-grade fish scale armor not only boasts exceptional protective capabilities but also symbolizes status and prestige. It was commissioned by the leader of the Black and White Bear after he became the leader of the battle group, and was specially ordered from a player workshop that specializes in handcrafting armor.

It was a masterpiece created by a master blacksmith and more than ten blacksmith apprentices over half a month. The breastplate on his chest was inlaid with a Vermilion Bird totem made of 360 broken rubies. The helmet was decorated with a bird head pattern, and the shoulder armor on both sides had feather patterns. When he walked, the sound of the armor plates colliding was like the sound of chimes playing music.

So magnificent was it that the Bohemian cuirassiers, who dared not approach him, fired several lead bullets at him from a distance with their spring-loaded muskets.

Fortunately, the protection provided by this Suzaku fish scale armor was indeed very effective. Apart from two small dents on its helmet and chest armor, Monokuma was completely unharmed.

He didn't get a single kill, but instead got shot twice. That's why Monokuma felt like he was a jinx tonight.

Depressing.

Black and White Bear had no choice but to stand behind the cannon and gaze at the Bohemian Empire's infantry forces from afar, who had emerged from the grove after the cavalry's annihilation.

Perhaps the cavalrymen died too tragically. From the start of the charge to the finish line, they were bombarded by twenty six-pound cannons, leaving a trail of corpses in their wake.

This group of infantry, numbering perhaps a thousand or two thousand, gathered at the edge of the grove, hesitant to advance, only watching the artillery positions and the expeditionary force escorting the transport convoy toward the city of Hygrand.

The first wave of transport wagons had already passed through the ancient passage behind the artillery positions, and were only a little over a kilometer away from the city of Highland. The Count's cavalry, who were there to meet them, had also rushed out and were cheering on both sides of the transport wagons.

Clearly, the cavalrymen under the Earl's command were having a tough time.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. From the beginning of spring to this winter, there has been constant fighting. As the fighting went on, the surrounding land was abandoned, and Highland even suffered a famine. If Chris hadn't taken the initiative to take away the refugees and provide food, the Earl's soldiers would definitely have gone hungry.

Even so, after a year of fighting, having just finished the war against the Republic, the Bohemians immediately rushed in to start a war, and the guards of Hygrand must be exhausted both physically and mentally.

With a large amount of military aid and reinforcements arriving, how could they not be happy?
If Monokuma put himself in Monokuma's shoes, he would jump for joy if he were in Monokuma's shoes.

(End of this chapter)