Due to various reasons, they were unable to mobilize the Royal Mage Corps for reinforcement, and could only rely on the standard configuration of mages attached to the army for combat.
This was undoubtedly a huge mistake, because although the mages attached to the army also had a certain degree of combat effectiveness, compared with the Royal Mage Corps, there was a clear gap in both number and strength.
In normal marching operations, three legions must be equipped with a mage corps to provide sufficient fire support.
Due to the simultaneous advance of the four rebel armies, the mage resources of the imperial capital became stretched.
Although the imperial capital had three mage corps, considering that the northwestern provinces were mainly plains, the empire dispatched 20,000 Royal Knights to deal with them, while the three mage corps were respectively dispatched to the war zones where the other three rebel armies were located.
Although such a deployment dispersed the power of the mage corps to a certain extent, it was also a helpless choice made under the current situation.
Without the reinforcements of the Royal Mage Corps, their weakness in attacking city fortresses became more and more obvious.
As for the Palace Mage Corps, they would not be mobilized easily. Besides being the empire's strongest military force, they were also the empire's strongest barrier.
"The tactic is like this: we need to give the fortress a strong blow at the beginning of the battle, to give the siege soldiers a chance to get close to the city wall."
Soren stood in front of many mages, his eyes firm and decisive, and his words revealed an unquestionable authority.
"Except for the initial wave of Legion Great Fireball strikes, you will be on standby for the rest of the time. During this process, your main task is not to pay attention to the movements of other battlefields, but to be ready to deal with the enemy's mage corps' attacks at any time."
Soren's tone gradually increased, and he continued decisively: "All you have to do is one thing, and that is to find opportunities to carry out precise and fierce strikes against the enemy's mage corps. Remember, even if the enemy casts legion-level area-of-effect magic, don't be distracted. Your primary goal is to destroy the enemy's mage corps. This is the key to our victory."
The mages listened to Soren's tactical arrangement, with solemn expressions on their faces.
When the mage corps casts large-scale magic, it will generate strong magical fluctuations.
This fluctuation is very obvious, even knights can easily sense it, and for mages, it is as conspicuous as a bright light in the dark night.
This is like an artillery position that must be evacuated immediately once it is exposed, to avoid being discovered and counterattacked by the enemy.
The mages attached to the army looked at each other in dismay. They did not expect that this Crown Prince would propose such a crazy tactic.
According to conventional wisdom, the mage corps should protect friendly forces as much as possible and provide fire support, but Soren asked them to abandon this responsibility and fully counterattack the enemy's mage corps.
Such a tactic is undoubtedly full of risks, but it may also bring unexpected results.
Soren looked at the somewhat surprised mages in front of him, and he knew how bold and risky his tactics were.
He took a deep breath and said firmly: "I know this tactic is crazy, but I believe in your abilities. Let us fight together for victory!"
The night was as dark as ink, and the starlight was dim.
On the distant horizon, an atmosphere of solemnity quietly permeated.
Mons Fortress, this solid barrier has stood on the northwestern plains for hundreds of years, like a sleeping behemoth, appearing solemn and mysterious in the moonlight.
Suddenly, a red light lit up in the darkness in the distance, like the rising sun on the horizon, but it was not the dawn of nature, but a man-made harbinger of disaster.
Accompanied by the low chanting of spells, under the cover of the legion's concealment magic, the mage unit had completed their spell preparation.
This was not ordinary magic, but their legion-level attack magic, condensing ten huge fireballs with a diameter of more than ten meters, each explosion producing power that could blast the target area within a radius of fifty meters into ruins.
The fireballs streaked across the night sky, leaving fiery trails, like falling stars, bringing the might of destroying the heavens and the earth, and heading straight for the walls of Mons Fortress. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, a warning of the impending disaster.
The garrison on the city wall was originally maintaining a high degree of vigilance in the silent night, but such an attack was beyond their expectations.
The fireballs flew extremely fast, arriving in an instant. In the terrified eyes of the defenders, the fireballs slammed fiercely into the city wall, and the violent explosion was deafening, as if to collapse the entire fortress.
The fire soared into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky. The stone bricks on the city wall splashed in all directions in the explosion,
Bringing a sharp momentum and a deadly threat.
After the explosion, the city wall was in a mess.
The defenders on the city wall, illuminated by the fire, stretched their heads to look down the city, and suddenly their scalps went numb.
Dense figures loomed in the fire, that was the figure of the enemy, they came like a tide, as if to devour the entire fortress.
"Enemy attack!"
The shouts of the defenders echoed in the night sky, filled with panic and despair.
The defenders of Mons Fortress were not ordinary people.
Although the sudden fireball attack disrupted their formation, they quickly reorganized their defenses.
In the fierce battle, the defenders on the city wall gradually felt the pressure. They fought hard, but the number of the First Legion was too large, as if endless.
At this time, Prince, in the fortress, also realized the seriousness of the situation.
He quickly mobilized troops to strengthen the defense of the city wall.
At the same time, elite warriors were sent out to counterattack. Each of them was a Transcendent, using their powerful individual strength to try to disrupt the enemy's offensive.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, and both sides were doing their best.
The defenders on the city wall used all their strength, waving the weapons in their hands, and engaged in a desperate fight with the enemy who climbed the city wall.
Lives were lost every moment, but neither side had any intention of retreating.
The fierce siege and defense battle continued, and the strength of both sides seemed to be evenly matched, and neither side could completely overwhelm the other.
Prince frowned tightly. The battle in front of him was more difficult than he had expected.
He never thought that the First Legion would choose such a time to launch such a crazy night attack.
Their offensive was as turbulent as a tide, as if they were determined to break through this indestructible fortress at all costs.
Prince was not too worried about this. He had full confidence in the defensive strength of Mons Fortress.
In his opinion, this crazy attack by the First Legion would only bring huge casualties to themselves, and it would be impossible to truly take Mons Fortress.
Mons Fortress was personally supervised by the teacher, Brel. The teacher should be very clear about the defensive power of the fortress, so why did the teacher launch such an attack?
