The 800mm Cannon fired first.
As early as the final battle of the Second Dark Gate War, the Alliance had already brought out a "small steel Cannon" with a caliber of more than one meter. The mortar, which had a short range and a large arc trajectory, was powerful, but its range was really not good.
Today's 800mm Cannon is a truly modern artillery.
Its effective range exceeds 30 kilometers.
Due to technical reasons, it is different from the Gustav railway gun in Earth history. It uses lighter shells, not the original 7.1-ton armor-piercing shells, but high-explosive shells weighing only 2 tons, and 1.5-ton three-type shells.
This greatly increases its rate of fire.
Moreover, there are dwarves who are "gods descended from heaven" who can carry artillery shells by manpower, so even loaders are saved, and the result is that 20 rounds can be fired in an hour.
This is an amazing statistic, considering that the original version was released 14 times a day.
Yes, you read that right, you can only fire 14 shots in a whole day.
Of course, every time a shell was fired, it would definitely blow away the entire mountain.
This new type of giant artillery, no matter which model, weighs more than 30 tons and cannot be installed on any ship.
Because no ship could withstand its terrible recoil, and even a dozen recoil brakes were of no use, the technology at the time could not be used as a railway gun, and as a result it became a real fortress gun.
Brann Bronzebeard was so shameless that he named this Cannon the "Brann Cannon" by cheating and rolling on the floor of the throne room.
This huge Cannon with a range of easily over 10 kilometers scared the blue dragons as soon as it fired.
When they saw the shell coming at them at a high speed with an initial velocity of over one kilometer per second, they instinctively wanted to use magic to block the shell.
Unfortunately, when the ice arrows and the like were fired at them, they were shocked to find that there was a magical protective array engraved on the shell casing!
A faint light lit up, and nearly ten magic spells were completely absorbed.
No more magic was fired. It was not an easy task to intercept a high-speed flying shell. Just now, more than a hundred magic spells were fired, but only a few hit the target.
Then, there was a huge explosion that shook the eardrums.
Countless blazing fragments splashed out from the shells. In an instant, all the blue dragons in a spherical area with a radius of one hundred meters were wiped out.
Regardless of whether it was a baby dragon that was not much bigger than a wolfhound, a young dragon that was five meters long and had a wingspan of eight meters, or an adult dragon, all of them had countless columns of blood spurting out of their bodies under this Cannon and three types of bullets, and fell to the ground screaming.
"Charge! Charge!" The ancient dragon leading the group was also a little panicked.
Given the hardness of his scales, he could have taken this shot.
But in the entire blue dragon army, he is the only ancient dragon!
Fortunately, there were only three or four fortress-level Cannons in a fortress. Although their power was huge and their noise was terrifying, the low frequency of bombardment kept the loss within an acceptable range.
The blue dragon began to sprint faster.
Enter the 5,000-meter range.
The flying warships lined up in the sky on both sides of the fortress, as well as the medium-caliber fortress artillery, also began firing.
After a flash of fire and rising smoke, there were whistling artillery shells.
Amid the deafening roar of artillery fire, the damage caused by these giant Cannons with a range of more than 400mm also horrified the blue dragons.
They almost gritted their teeth and kept rushing forward using S-shaped maneuvers.
A little closer, on the fortress wall facing the dragon group, countless complex and sophisticated magic arrays suddenly flashed in the holes.
In the void, there are also purple magic veins that provide magical support for these large and small magic arrays.
Immediately, countless fireballs, ice arrows, and swirling arcane barrages were thrown out. With the support of a large-scale war array, these spells had a longer range and greater power than those cast by ordinary mages.
A magical storm arose in front of the group of blue dragons. Dense spells crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and swept across the entire group of dragons like a rainstorm in May.
This time, the dragons, who had come to attack the Alliance under the orders of their mad king, had no luck at all.
The extremely high density of powerful anti-aircraft artillery and magic made all dodging and defense meaningless. Their wings were pierced or their bodies exploded in an instant, and they fell from the air wailing.
The land and sea in front of the two fortresses were all dyed with the blue, dirty blood rain that emitted arcane light.
"Is that the end?" The gunners operating the short-range anti-aircraft artillery on the two fortresses were stunned: "My eight-barreled pom-pom Cannon hasn't even been used yet!?"
The range of dense anti-aircraft artillery is usually not very good. The real effective range is usually around 500 meters.
Since the long-range artillery has solved the problem with the three-type bullet, there is no need for short-range anti-aircraft fire. The group of anti-aircraft gunners who were nervous before the war all had constipated expressions.
A middle-aged officer slapped the complaining gunner on the back of his head and cursed, "Damn it! If Commander Edmund had come up with so many goodies during the Second Dark Gate War, I wouldn't have had to shiver in the pond."
The artilleryman touched the back of his head which was a little painful and asked: "Why couldn't the commander-in-chief take it out back then?"
"Bullshit! It's not that easy to make a technological leap. Even if the commander-in-chief is a true genius, he still needs countless scientists and craftsmen to turn his ideas into real equipment step by step."
In the Borean Tundra, the situations of the Alliance and the Horde formed a stark contrast.
The Warsong Clan was like being chased by rabbits, with countless orcs being chased all over the mountain. The blue dragon used magic to wreak havoc on the orc soldier squads that dared to resist, and from time to time it swooped down and hooked up orcs with its sharp claws, either tearing them apart in mid-air or grabbing them in mid-air and then throwing them down to play free fall.
Garrosh lost his mind and angrily ordered the wyvern troops to attack. As a result, in front of the five-colored dragons with purer blood, the once powerful wyverns all trembled in fear.
Those who were lucky enough were able to run away with the knights and ignore any orders, but at least they managed to save their lives.
The unlucky one was directly targeted by the adult blue dragon. Two blue dragons flew over and grabbed the wyvern with even faster movements, tearing it into pieces in mid-air, creating a smelly blood rain.
"Alliance - Alliance - it's all the Alliance's fault!" Garrosh roared madly, but he really had no way to deal with those flying lizards that were flying high in the sky.
After the few wyverns and ballistas they had were slaughtered or destroyed, the Warsong Clan on this land completely collapsed.
At the same time, in the elemental realm invisible to mortals, Duke is fighting a real magical battle with Malygos.