Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 269 A Grand Performance Descends from the Sky During the Siege

The commander of the North Wind Legion, General Lind Carson, stood on a makeshift watchtower. His armor gleamed so brightly it was dazzling. If he were on the battlefield, he would certainly cause the enemy considerable trouble.

Of course, you could also become the target of the enemy's concentrated fire!
Therefore, General Linde never easily stepped into the front line. It was only because it was an "easy" siege that he "risked great danger" and arrived at the front line, twelve kilometers away from Qingze City.

Looking through the reconnaissance lens at the boxes raining down from the sky in the distance, General Lind narrowed his eyes slightly.

Prior to this, the North Wind Legion had taken every precaution and was on high alert against the Elven reinforcements who had forcibly crossed the water.

Airdrops have existed throughout the history of interstellar warfare, but airdropping supplies to hundreds of thousands of people is truly unprecedented.

Therefore, what General Linde sensed was the enemy's helpless struggle.

The three legions that Xiyue launched this time had a clear division of labor from the beginning. The "Azure Wolves" on the northern front were targeting White Stone City. Once the main force of the elves was trapped in the flood, the Azure Wolves would go straight for White Stone City and completely cut off the elves' retreat.

We will wipe out this group of audacious, sharp-eared bastards who dared to invade the Federation.

Elven slaves are much more expensive than human slaves.

The "North Wind" Legion in the center is responsible for dealing with the Elf's second legion. Its goal is to use the water's momentum to directly defeat the enemy and recapture the banks of the Northfall River.

As for the "Iron Wall" on the southern front, its objective is to attack the first elven army to the south and relieve the enemy's siege of Jade City.

As for Qingze City, the Federal Parliament's statement at the time was that it was first-come, first-served!
According to the Federation's plan, if they simultaneously destroyed the Elf's First and Second Legions, then retaking a city would be a piece of cake.

The first step of the entire plan went very smoothly. The enemy had fully entered the designated area, and the "North Wind" Legion successfully breached the dam. The river flowed turbulently, and the northern foothills were transformed into a vast expanse of water for hundreds of miles.

But then all sorts of problems arose.

The elves' extremely keen battlefield awareness caused the "North Wind" legion in the middle lane to return empty-handed. Moreover, in their haste to pursue, the elves deliberately ambushed them twice, causing them considerable casualties, and they had no choice but to turn towards Qingze City.

The "Blue Wolf" legion in the north found no opportunity. The area along Whitestone City was heavily guarded, and most of the main elven forces had withdrawn. As a result, the "Blue Wolf" legion, which had been waiting for an opportunity to lie in wait, was practically growing mushrooms on their backs.

The southern "Iron Wall" successfully "repelled" the first legion of the elves heading south and saved the city of Jadeite. Unfortunately, it was blocked by the raging flood. Unlike "North Wind," which had prepared boats in advance, it lost the initiative in the battle for Qingze City.

In comparison, the "North Wind" squadron is more eye-catching.

There are also factions among the centrally-administered legions of the Federation.

The bigwigs behind the legion have issued multiple urgent orders via magical communication, each more stern than the last, demanding that he take Qingze City "beautifully" and "cleanly," bringing an indisputable victory to a close this unsatisfactory campaign. This would also add some leverage to the factional struggle for future influence.

The problem is that the troops guarding Qingze City are just too tough.

The enemy archers have a longer range than the mages, and at that distance, they even have the ability to penetrate magical shields.

The country of Xiyue has always been perceived by various countries as having a softer style.

However, their location is unique. To the north lies a dark forest that acts as a border barrier, to the northeast is a desert, and to the south is the Silver Principality, which is even more submissive and lacks any ambition. In addition, the high mountains and the sea provide a barrier, so there are almost no real threats to them.

Therefore, Xi Yue desperately supports the mage system and likes to engage in ranged combat, while in direct confrontation, they are often scattered and knocked down with a single collision.

Now they've encountered firepower with a longer range than their own, which is a bit of a problem.

In order to reach their opponent, "North Wind" had to use heavy infantry with giant tower shields to cover the chariots with magical shields, advancing under the enemy's rain of arrows, moving forward with great difficulty while enduring the most severe attacks, trying to bring Qingze City into their attack range.

However, with each step forward, the arrows increased in force several times, even ten times. "North Wind" had been besieging the city for so long, but hadn't even touched the edge of the city wall; it had only been taking hits.

This wasn't because the elves deliberately set a trap; it was purely due to the difficulty of using the compound bow.

The longest-range bow, the thousand-pound bow, can probably only be skillfully used by a few hundred elves. The shorter-range seven-hundred-pound bow, however, can be drawn by several thousand. Further on, within the range of smaller-weight compound bows, tens of thousands of elves can draw their bows.

With each step forward, they moved closer to the abyss formed by arrows.

It was precisely because of this difficult situation that Linde Corps Commander, after learning about the surrounding battlefield, came up with the brilliant idea of ​​"driving out the refugees".

If the enemy dares to show kindness, then we will use the hungry mouths of hundreds of thousands of lowly people to gnaw through the defenses of Qingze City.

Unfortunately, he was not satisfied with the progress of the refugee collection. The flood had killed far too many people, and he had only managed to get about 300,000 people in after all his hard work.

But everything was ultimately developing in a direction that was entirely in the favor of the Creek Moon Federation. The enemy neither forced their way across the flood zone to provide relief, nor refused to accept refugees or let them fend for themselves. Instead, they adopted the most absurd and incomprehensible method, using some kind of flying creature to try to save the desperate city by dropping supplies.

The deputy corps commander, who had previously expressed deep doubts about Lind's strategy, couldn't help but come over and sing Lind's praises.

"Your Excellency's wisdom and strategy are truly beyond our comprehension!"

"These elves must not have learned mathematics well, otherwise they wouldn't be so unable to do such a simple calculation. They probably won't realize how much material resources are needed to support hundreds of thousands of people until a whole bunch of them have died!"

Linde shook his head expressionlessly: "Don't treat the enemy like fools. The elves know very well that although these things are few, they are of great significance. They can give the people in the city a glimmer of hope. They should not be underestimated!"

"Let the children in the city gather more information!"

"Also, assemble the air cavalry and get ready. The enemy will always send a second shipment. When that happens, wipe them out!"

"I will turn them into burning garbage over Qingze City! Let the city's lowly people and pointy-eared creatures watch their 'hope' be shattered!"

"We must not let anyone else take the credit for the recapture of Qingze City!" That's right. In the current situation where we have such a great advantage, the "North Wind" Legion is not most afraid of the enemy, but of our friendly "North Wind" Legion.

If I linger here too long, those shameless guys from "North Wind" will come over and attack Qingze under the guise of helping in the battle. Who knows how much credit they'll have to take away then.

Thinking of this, a fire rose in the heart of the Linde Corps Commander!

Meanwhile, inside the city, Ysera felt as if she had drunk a cup of sweet dew after a long drought, and every pore of her body was filled with comfort and ease.

These past few days have been incredibly difficult for Ysera, as she steadfastly carried out Elder Eona's orders. The massive influx of refugees not only consumed the city's resources but also created an enormous manpower burden for guarding and protecting it.

To reassure Qingze City that it could open its gates to welcome refugees, the enemy withdrew a sufficient distance, allowing Ysera to draw defensive forces and reserves from the city walls, thus barely managing to weather the most chaotic period.

But the rumors circulating in the city never stopped.

In Dongcheng District, which was designated as a centralized resettlement area, the area was packed with refugees, their eyes filled with anguish. The faint cries of children from hunger were intermittent, while the adults stared blankly at the gray sky.

Limited food rations and strict restrictions on movement left these refugees like a group of dilapidated, moldy, rotting garbage, huddled against walls and in corners, awaiting death.

The atmosphere eased slightly only after Major Junzi from the Han Hai Territory arrived and restored order to the city.

However, the cost was that, because the officers of the Han Hai Territory increased the amount of food distributed to the refugees, the city's reserves rapidly decreased, and it soon fell into an extremely dangerous situation.

It wasn't until the moment the "celestial maiden" scattered the flowers that Ysera finally released the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on her heart.

Even as the boxes were still flying through the air, the refugees watching stared wide-eyed and gaping, utterly bewildered by the tiny black dots falling one after another.

When the first supply package was smashed open on the ground, scattering food everywhere, the crowd began to shout incoherently, with sobs in their voices.

"Food! Food!"

They seemed unable to utter any other sound.

Then, the first elf to land made an even wilder move. He grabbed a bag of rice from the ground and ran around the arena, throwing handfuls of rice at the crowd.

The first grains of food to arrive were "seawater rice" from the Han Hai Territory, which were crystal clear after being hulled.

People's stunned silence turned into ecstasy. They eagerly caught the grains of rice, holding them in their hands, covering their faces, and some even stuffing them into their mouths, chewing them carefully, savoring the subtle sweetness and moisture of the food.

To prevent crushing and trampling, Major Junzi established rules for the site: no one was allowed to leave their position without receiving new orders.

The punishment for violating the regulations is also very simple: minor offenses result in the withholding of food, while serious offenses result in execution.

Like all orders carried out in the resettlement area, it was simple and clear!

Thus, even though many individuals in these crowds were excited to the point of near-fanatical excitement, they could only stand firmly on their feet, like grass blades swept by a strong wind in a meadow, while their bodies twisted and turned desperately.

The crowd swayed and staggered, forming a chaotic, disoriented wave.

At one point, a disaster victim suddenly found a little space, so he knelt down.

The scene immediately transformed into a domino effect, with people kneeling in rows, often pressing down on others' heels and having their knees bumped by those in front of them, but who cared?

Being able to survive is more important than anything else.

The first batch of eighteen [Nine-Sky Six] transport planes, nearly fully loaded, dropped more than one hundred airdrop boxes containing over 173 tons of supplies. Although the higher-ups understood that these supplies were just a drop in the bucket for the massive refugee population, the ordinary refugees in the city were unaware of this.

For them, at present, they can only distinguish between "existence" and "absence"!
As long as there is "something," there is hope for survival.

Those brought to the scene were all young and strong human laborers. As their emotions quickly calmed down, the human officials in charge of the scene soon began to shout loudly.

"The new grain has arrived today. The gentlemen are merciful and compassionate. Those who are willing to work hard will receive double the grain coupons today. Those who want them, please register under the flag!"

"Same rules as always, walk in rows. The back row is not allowed to move until the front row has finished walking!"

"You all better watch out!"

Under the direction of the fungus, the entire process of receiving the elf's airdrop was arranged in a very orderly manner.

The Elven Air Force's Silverfeathered Hippogriffs danced in the air, gathering the fluttering drop crates towards the center of the field to prevent them from drifting to the outer edge of the drop zone.

It's not that I'm worried about losing supplies, after all, there are so many elven professionals watching over them on the ground! But getting caught in a crowd is a big problem. If the crowd doesn't follow the rules and leaves their positions at will, it could cause looting and stampedes. If the crowd strictly follows the on-site orders and stands still, they might get crushed to death by the boxes...

In order to maintain order at the scene, the elves had to deploy their air force to correct the trajectory of the airdrop.

On the ground, burly, muscular elven warriors darted around the airdrop area, pushing airdrop crates, both those that had landed and those that hadn't yet, to the outer perimeter as quickly as possible.

The yellow boxes contained food, the blue boxes contained equipment, the green boxes contained medicine, and the most conspicuous red boxes contained weapons and arrows. These items were categorized and piled under different flags. Apart from the red boxes, all other airdropped supplies would be carried into storage by the human laborers on site.

Two elven overseers stood in front of each box, watching these ragged men carry bags of sealed supplies onto their backs, forming long lines like ant colonies, stretching from the airdrop warehouse all the way to the supply depot in Qingze City.

It was a long journey. As it passed through the construction area, the laborers digging pits and moving earth cheered. As it passed through the residential area, the elderly, women, and children huddled together cheered. As it passed through the garrison area, the human reserve soldiers training with wooden sticks cheered. As it arrived at the storage area, the fully armed elves and humans cheered together!
Then, in the corners and outskirts of the city, those who couldn't see, hear, or even know what was happening, followed the example of others and cheered in their own way.

The city was like a grand musical, and the main character was none other than the "Nine Heavens" above the nine heavens!
(End of this chapter)