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Chapter 267 Monokuma's Watching the Show (Part Two)

Just as Monokuma was getting bored and lost in thought while looking at the Earl's cavalry on his left, the six-pound field gun in front of him suddenly roared, interrupting his reverie.

"boom……"

The smoke from the firing of the six-pound field gun was carried back by the west wind and slammed onto the faceplate of the black and white bear.

When gunpowder smoke mixed with gunpowder residue was applied to the mask, the bitter smell of gunpowder mingled with the aroma of gunpowder. Even with the mask on, the excellent ventilation still caused him to cough slightly.

Even though it was forced to swallow a mouthful of gunpowder, Monokuma was not dissatisfied. Instead, it looked up and gazed in the direction of the artillery fire.

Sure enough, while the black and white bear was in a daze, the Bohemians moved. In addition to the first wave of infantry that emerged from the grove, a second wave of Bohemian infantry also arrived from the left front, which is the front of the city of Hygrand.

After the two forces joined together, they immediately launched an attack on the expeditionary force's artillery positions from the left and right, respectively. At the same time, two smaller groups also broke off and attacked the transport convoy from the left, which was further away.

Clearly, the Bohemians' idea was to suppress the expeditionary force with firepower and tie down their troops from multiple directions, forcing them to disperse their defensive forces and thus weaken the firepower of the artillery positions.

What was the Bohemians' tactic of launching attacks from multiple points in hopes of finding weaknesses in the expeditionary force's defenses and then concentrating superior forces to break through them called?

Monokuma pondered for a moment... a pincer attack?
Or should it be called an arc-shaped offensive?

Forget it, no need to think too much. I'm not an artillery commander, why should I think so much? When the enemy comes up, I'll just rush over and chop them down.

From Monokuma's perspective, he could see that his own twenty six-pound field guns seemed to be attempting to fire at the enemy cavalry on the left.

These Bohemian cavalrymen may have learned from the mistakes of the previous cuirassiers who charged in without properly assessing the situation and ended up getting themselves killed. Although they were in a relatively dense wedge-shaped charge formation, they were able to operate well at a distance of 1,300 meters.

The maximum range of a six-pound field gun is 1,500 meters, but even with a simple artillery rangefinder made by players, the accuracy will drop sharply after the shell flies a distance of 1,000 meters.

The cavalry that had just been sent to their deaths charged head-on without any fancy maneuvers. As a result, thanks to their good eyesight, the lowered muzzle of their cannons, and the fact that the specially made chain shot had a wider attack area than ordinary solid shot, the twenty six-pound field guns had a pretty good hit rate at a range of 1,000 meters.

If you fire ten shells, you can still hit two of them.

These two hundred Bohemian light cavalrymen cleverly positioned themselves at the edge of the six-pound field gun's maximum range, and they were even moving to the side. This resulted in the artillery positions firing two salvos at them, but they essentially got nowhere.

Even Monokuma could see the ineffectiveness of their artillery when firing at moving targets.

"Damn it, these bastards have gotten too smart, they've improved too fast!"

The artillery crew leader in front of Monokuma was adjusting the scope while grumbling beside the cannon. The barrel of the six-pound cannon had already cracked from continuous firing... well, it was getting a little warm.

It's only been a few rounds. Modern steel shouldn't get hot after just a few shots. The rapid-fire bombardment of the cuirassiers was almost half an hour ago. Half an hour is enough time for the cannon barrel to cool down naturally.

Just as the third round of loading was underway, Monokuma subconsciously turned around and saw a flag bearer on the hill to the side waving two-colored flags, conveying the artillery commander's orders.

The six-pound field gun crew immediately adjusted the gun barrel's direction, pointing it forward.

The henchmen have decided to abandon artillery bombardment of the enemy on the flanks and instead open fire on the infantry groups on both sides of the front.
Monokuma speculated, trying to think about and observe the movements of the enemy cavalry.

"boom!"

Several signal flares suddenly shot into the air from the direction of the transport convoy, their crimson light illuminating the entire battlefield. This also allowed Monokuma, who was observing the battlefield with his naked eye, to discover that behind the two hundred-plus light cavalrymen, there were small groups of dark figures following behind.

Behind those two small groups of cavalry feinting an attack, there were actually three hundred dismounted infantrymen!? These lightly armed warriors, taking advantage of the cover of night and the large-scale movements of the light cavalry in front, were stealthily approaching the transport convoy like weasels stealing chickens.

Oh no, the transport team is in trouble...

It doesn't seem too bad. The Earl's cavalry is still there, and they're not far from the city gates of Highland. As long as the Earl's cavalry can stop those two hundred light cavalrymen, the laborers and militia of these transport teams can enter the city if they hurry up.

If the Earl's cavalry fails to repel this wave of enemies, the second supply convoy won't be able to get through, and the expeditionary force players will have to clear the way... Well, maybe that's a good thing.

As Monokuma pondered, the six-pound field guns began their third salvo, with ten guns firing at the enemy to the left front and the rest roaring at the infantry to the right front.

The two waves of Bohemian infantry groups, one on the left and one on the right, effectively dispersed the long-range firepower of the expeditionary force's artillery.

How effective was the artillery bombardment?

do not know.

Even if the black and white bear stood on tiptoe to look, he still couldn't make out anything. Besides, it was nighttime, and no matter how bright the moonlight was, it couldn't replace the illumination of the sun.

Therefore, from a distance of a kilometer away, the black and white bear can only see a blurry black shadow struggling to move.

The shell hit its target?
It might have hit.

How badly injured?

It's likely that someone was indeed killed in the explosion.

The Bohemian infantry groups were advancing tenaciously. After the twelfth salvo from the six-pound field guns, artillery fire also rang out from the Bohemian infantry groups on the left and right sides opposite them.

Ah, have the enemy gotten close enough to retaliate with artillery?
Monokuma subconsciously bent down slightly, lowering its height.

Although she was wearing master-level scale armor, this armor was only good for blocking lead bullets fired from muskets. To artillery, this Vermilion Bird suit was practically made of paper.

If the shell hits directly, Monokuma will be smashed into a bloody mess, armor and all.

"Peng!"

Amidst the sharp, piercing sound of air being compressed at an extreme speed, a sudden explosion rang out in front of the Monokuma. A solid cannonball landed on the open ground a dozen meters away, and then bounced around like a wild boar running wildly across the battlefield.

The first jump smashed through the sandbag wall at the front of the gun emplacement, passing over the six-pound field gun; the second jump overturned the spare wheels of two shield carts placed together; the third jump went straight for the face of the black and white bear...

"Fuck!"

Having practiced martial arts, Monokuma instinctively leaned back in a bridge pose, and the cannonball grazed Suzaku's faceplate, taking away the feather crest on top of his helmet. Then, a crisp sound of wood cracking came from behind him.

The shell eventually became lodged in the axle of an ammunition truck, still emitting blue smoke.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! This guy, did he grow up eating gummy candies? His body is so flexible!?"

"A master dancer!"

(End of this chapter)