Chapter 93: Reconnaissance

  The eight cannons of Thunder Bluff, under the control of the dwarves, fired at the walls of Parliament City every day, shooting more than a dozen rounds. Although this could not cause any damage to the solid walls of Parliament City, it made the soldiers stationed on the city wall tremble with fear. Every time the sound of death whistled through the air, it meant that another part of the city wall would be hit by cannonballs, killing and injuring several people.

  The mangled limbs and severed bodies terrified everyone who saw them. The distant attack left the defenders feeling helpless, as there were no enemies on the walls for them to kill, allowing these warriors to vent their fear. They could only passively endure the attack, wondering if they would be next.

  These brave warriors can face the blood on the battlefield, but they cannot silently wait for the arrival of death. After all, they have never received relevant training and do not understand what such a weapon is. The unknown is what people fear most. What they know about fighting is bloody battles with enemies. Their predecessors and fathers taught them that as long as they train well in peacetime, their bodies will naturally react on the battlefield, and a man's kidneys will make him forget his fears.

  But the situation now is not what they said, they have no enemies to fight, and the intervals between the bombardments give them enough time to feel the fear brought by the explosions. If it were not for the commander's order and the supervisors waiting under the city wall, almost no one would want to stay on the city wall.

  The Sart people's army never had a rear guard, for the Sarts who took pride in fighting considered it an honor to die in battle. Warriors who died gloriously on the battlefield could enter the halls of the gods, where there was endless fine wine and delicious food, and where everyone was the greatest heroes. Therefore, the Sarts yearned for the battlefield, where they could engage in fierce combat with their enemies, which was their greatest honor.

  But now this is not a battlefield, they haven't even seen the enemy's face, yet they have already died on their own city walls. And in the army of the Council City, there are rumors that those who were killed by such weapons cannot enter the Temple of War Gods, which makes these Salt people even more uneasy.

  "You said that the artillery cannot destroy the walls of Parliament House." Albert turned back into the tent of the Allied Forces Command after watching today's bombardment and asked Mo Yan, "Moreover, you also said that such a bombardment would not bring much casualties. Why not save the shells for when it's important? Once their food is exhausted, they will definitely come out of the city, and at that time, the bombardment will be more effective."

  "What I want is for them to feel fear." Mo Yan said, lying on the large table in the middle of the tent, looking at a map of the Parliament City: "The eight gate cannons are not many, and if they are used when the warriors in the Parliament City come out to fight, they will not cause too much harm. Moreover, that is a chaotic time, it is easy for people to destroy the cannons, just like those dark shadows in the Parliament City."

  "Last night, another group of people sneaked into the camp and almost reached the side of the artillery. During the battle, when the defense is weak, the artillery's bombardment will expose its position, and then they can easily find and destroy these artillery pieces."

  "I see," Albert nodded and said, "And if used at such a time, there would be enough power to defend against being taken advantage of. But will the cannon fire cause the soldiers in Parliament House to become fearful? I don't think it caused much damage, most of the shells hit the walls."

  "One or two hits would be enough." Mo Yan stood up straight, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Isn't there a more accurate map in the camp? This thing can't even show the structure of the Council City, let alone distinguish which ones are defensive facilities. The markings are all over the place and completely illogical."

  "This is already the best map of Parliament City." The elder of Alica heard Mo Yan's words and said: "Because Parliament City is the most important city in Elan, it is not easy to keep such a map. Moreover, this was painted by the best painter at that time."

  "At that time?" Mo Yan heard the old man's words and looked at the map again, asking: "Is this a very old map?"

  "Yes." The old man nodded and said, "This was painted 500 years ago to let the Research Council of Arica's Academy study how to retake the city after it was captured. This is a copy of the original, which can no longer be seen clearly due to time."

  "I said there's a subtle feeling." Mo Yan sighed and walked outside, saying: "Not only is it a 500-year-old drawing, but it has also been re-drawn, and it can match the actual Parliament Building, which is strange!"

  Too many things have happened in 500 years, and using a 500-year-old map to plan an attack is simply no different from looking for death. Perhaps the original passage has long been blocked, and some places that were once declared safe have already installed new facilities, this 500-year-old map can't even be used as a reference.

  Mo Yan returned to the camp of the demonic creatures on Lei Feng Ya, and went back to his own tent. He had originally planned to go find Qiong Si, but happened to see her rummaging through his belongings. Without asking what she was looking for, he said directly: "I have some things I need to take a look at in the Council City. As for the defenses of the Council City, I need to take a personal look. Wait a moment and get ready to transform back into your dragon form, we'll go take a look from above the Council City."

  "Uh-huh." Jones nodded vigorously with his hands tightly clasped behind his back and his face red, saying: "T-that... master... you go out for a bit first, I'll get ready and then I'll go."

  "Mm." Mo Yan nodded and left without saying anything, Jones often rummaged through his room, which wasn't the first or second time. Moreover, Mo Yan still needed to prepare some other things, as the most well-defended place in Ailan, the Council City still had some facilities against the dragon tribe.

  After Mo Yan simply prepared some throwing spears, Jones transformed into a black dragon and landed beside Mo Yan. Mo Yan bundled the spears into two bundles tied together with a rope, then put it around Jones' neck, so that Mo Yan riding on her back could use these spears at will.

  After Mo Yan jumped onto Jones' back, Jones took off towards the not-too-distant Parliament City. In the sky, Mo Yan looked at the increasingly close Parliament City and carefully observed the defensive facilities within it. Fortunately, the Sault people did not have hidden viewpoints, most of the facilities were exposed on the outside, and some passages and important buildings could also be seen.

  The city of Parliament has two walls, in addition to the outermost thirty-meter-high wall, there is also a forty-meter-high wall inside. Moreover, the layout of buildings within the city is quite delicate, with almost no straight roads, and main roads extending inward in a spiral shape, making it difficult for troops to attack. This allows the defending side to gain strategic depth as much as possible and arrange more defenses.

  After Jones had been circling in the air for a while, Mo Yan recorded the main gathering places of soldiers in the city, some buildings that were obviously guarded by guards, and some strange and suspicious facilities. So that after going back, they can be indicated on the five-hundred-year-old map, and ask people like Albert what these things are used for.

  At this moment, several large ballistae were pushed out on a city wall not far away, and the crossbow arrows with iron bodies and silver shining arrowheads were placed on them, shooting towards Jones. Although most of these crossbow arrows were ordinary iron crossbow arrows, under the launch of that special crossbow, they also had an impact force that could cause some harm to Jones, and occasionally there were also secret silver crossbow arrows as arrowheads.

  Fortunately, Jones was not at a low altitude, because Mo Yan's eyesight was very good, so he didn't get too close to the Parliament Building. And several threatening crossbow arrows were also shot down by Mo Yan with his javelin and fell into two segments. Just as Mo Yan had already memorized most of the important facilities in the Parliament Building and was about to return to the camp.

  "Hey! Jones!" Mo Yan exclaimed, grabbing Jones' neck tightly as he suddenly charged towards the Parliament Building. "We're going back! Don't rush down there, did you hear me? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

  As Jones approached, Mo Yan also saw that the place where Jones was rushing to had a Saulteau holding a huge withered strange green grass in his hand. He also smelled the strange smell spreading in the air and didn't need to think carefully that this was the reason why Jones suddenly lost his mind.

  "No choice." Mo Yan pulled out a silver dagger from his waist and stabbed it into Jones' back. Under the stimulation of pain, Jones finally came to his senses, stopped his diving posture and flew towards the sky, apologizing: "Sorry, master, that person is holding Drunken Dragon Grass, its fragrance made me lose my mind."

  "Go back first." Mo Yan pulled out the dagger and said, "This is not your fault. It seems that they have already made preparations to deal with Long, and if we wait any longer, who knows what else will come out?"

  But Jones's recent dive had left them too low, and hundreds of grappling hooks on ropes were shot out from the castle walls, snagging onto Jones and dragging her towards the wall!

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