84: Chapter 84: The Red-Shirt Army, Facing Death, Sends Reinforcements!

Wooden barrels stuffed with some kind of shock-absorbing material and Goblins burst open.

Each barrel contained three Goblins; more than half were either knocked unconscious or killed outright due to the impact of the landing.

The surviving Goblins shrieked as they rushed out of the barrels, engaging the Redcoats in battle on the city walls.

"Yai-yi-yi——————"

These gray-green skinned creatures wore a type of thick leather armor capable of absorbing a significant amount of bullet damage.

They wielded a variety of weapons—short blades, daggers, spiked hammers... their movements were agile, and their attacks fierce.

The Redcoats' firearms were still in the single-shot era; if the soldiers didn't end the fight with a single shot, they would be instantly killed by the Goblins closing in.

Moreover, the Goblins had high heat resistance, allowing them to move unimpeded across the fire-engulfed walls.

In contrast, the Redcoats' greatest advantage, their range, was negated, and they were further restricted by the flames.

Over a hundred soldiers were forced into a steady retreat under the assault of the flames and dozens of Goblins.

In the spectator stands above the arena.

Lords from various nations were deeply shocked to see the Goblins' aggressive offensive.

"What kind of hardcore airdrop is this! They kill a thousand enemies but suffer eight hundred casualties themselves!"

"This Goblin race has truly become sentient; one wave of fire cover, one wave of suicidal attacks!"

"Is this the combat power of a Level 3 Threat Zone? The difficulty is too high!"

"Level 3 is the Goblin metamorphosis node. At this point, they become more human-like, mastering advanced technology and tactics."

"It's over, it's over! These runts are unexpectedly this strong! Should we send in troops?" the Lord of Spain shouted from the side.

The other lords in the Alliance also looked anxious; no one expected things to be this chaotic right from the start.

Originally, relying on the city walls, the defenders would have had the advantage at the beginning of the battle.

Only when the attacking side continuously increased their forces and offensive pressure would the situation slowly tip.

Battles like this, where the defense is breached and the formation disrupted right from the get-go, are extremely rare.

In such a situation, the outcome of the battle was almost a foregone conclusion.

While everyone else was anxious, Su Yang calmly watched the battlefield.

The battle had only just begun, and although the situation was chaotic, England had not yet collapsed.

The Redcoats had a total of about 400 soldiers, with 100 on each side of the city wall.

Currently, it was only a local breach; relying on their numerical advantage, they could quickly turn the disadvantage around.

The biggest gap between the two sides currently wasn't in combat power, but in tactical level.

If it were their first time engaging Goblins, anyone would suffer from this kind of offensive.

The most important thing now was how to quickly adjust and find a Breakthrough point!

Facing the sudden offensive, Elizabeth remained very calm.

She quickly ordered the soldiers on the south wall to retreat, leave the fire zone, and put some distance between themselves and the Goblins.

The soldiers received the order to abandon the melee and quickly retreated toward the sides of the wall.

Soldiers arriving as reinforcements from both sides formed a human wall, firing at the Goblins pursuing from behind.

The soldiers quickly withdrew from the south wall, but the Goblins in the rear did not continue the pursuit.

"Whoosh——————"

"Whoosh——————"

Two more rows of barrels were launched from the sky. The butter fuel inside gushed out, turning the entire city wall into a sea of flames.

Amidst the towering flames, the soldiers saw four cannons and the burning Goblins fall off the city wall together.

"Hum——————"

As the cannons hit the ground, the sound of a horn rang out.

A dense, massive swarm of Goblins appeared within the stone forest.

The Goblin army's full-scale assault had begun.

Beyond the short Goblins, the vast tide of Xenomorphs also included other units of varying heights, wielding various weapons.

Mixed within the massive army were two giant scaling ladders.

Pushing the scaling ladders was a group of super-giant Goblins standing 1.5 meters tall!

Seeing this scene, Elizabeth finally understood the Goblins' true intention.

Their goal wasn't to breach the city wall, but to destroy the four cannons on it.

Those were the only weapons capable of destroying the scaling ladders!

Now, the most critical factor for both sides was the scaling ladders.

The Goblin race's current weapons had no way to deal with the Level 3 iron city walls; they could only rely on the scaling ladders to climb the wall.

As long as the scaling ladders were destroyed, they could rely on the city walls to hold off this offensive!

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Elizabeth's eyes. With a thought, she immediately assembled two squads of one hundred men.

She ordered the soldiers to exit the city from the east and west walls respectively to launch an attack on the two scaling ladders.

Defending the wall would only delay death; taking the initiative was the only way to find a glimmer of hope!

"For the glory of the British Empire!!"

Over a hundred Redcoats charged out of the city wall in formation, rushing toward the army of Xenomorphs.

Spectator stands.

Seeing Elizabeth send troops out of the city, the lords exclaimed in surprise.

"Sending troops out of the city! They couldn't even win while defending the walls; how will they manage without them!"

"Wouldn't it be better to just keep a few hundred men guarding the pass? Why rush out of the city to their deaths!"

"Defending the walls in large numbers makes them vulnerable to fire barrel attacks, and once the enemy breaks through into melee range, they lose their ranged shooting advantage."

"Destroying the scaling ladders is the only solution; the Lord of England's strategy is sound!"

MacArthur's lips curled up as he put his cigar back in his mouth.

If England were defeated, their Alliance would basically be locked into the bottom position.

Next, as long as they took down the less-than-united Independent Nations Alliance, his side could enter the safe zone.

This way, even if Korea died, it wouldn't be a big deal.

On the other side, Tojo Injin's lips also held a cold sneer.

His thoughts were identical to MacArthur's; as long as the Lord of England died, his own Alliance could enter the safe zone.

And he was even more certain than MacArthur of one thing: these 200 English soldiers would absolutely be annihilated.

The Goblin race's tactics were not just aimed at sieges; their field combat capabilities were equally terrifying.

This level of combat power was not something the Redcoats, with their single-shot muskets, could handle.

Tojo Injin slowly looked toward the expressionless Su Yang in the distance.

"The expression is so serious. What is that pretty little head thinking about?"

"Is he scared? Should he send troops to reinforce?"

"What kind of troops can a Bronze Age civilization possibly field?"

"Today I will let you know that the warriors of Japan are the strongest fighters, and you are just petty thieves who got lucky and stole the top spot..."

The little Japanese guy is looking over again. Looking twenty times a minute—do you have a crush on me?

Su Yang pretended not to care, but his eyes were taking in everyone's movements.

On the battlefield, the distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the English army was about to clash head-on with the Goblin troops.

Su Yang felt a pang of worry for Elizabeth in his heart.

This was a risky move with no way back.

After rushing out of the city walls, the two hundred soldiers would face the Goblin army directly without the protection of the walls.

If they could withstand the pressure and destroy the scaling ladders, the remaining English soldiers could hold the wall to the death.

But if they failed the mission and were wiped out, the remaining English soldiers would only be able to wait in the city to be slaughtered.

Success or death—fitting for the heir to the Bloodline of the Iron Lady of England.

Su Yang stared intently at the field; the situation of the first round of engagement between the two sides would determine the outcome of the battle.

It would also determine whether or not he would send reinforcements...