Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Birdman?"

The cavalry captain looked at the 'human' flapping its wings, his teeth ached, and he raised the lever rifle in his hand to put the target into the sight of the machine aiming.

He had never heard of encountering such a flying birdman on the front line, and the opponent's combat effectiveness was not as bad as it seemed... The divine aura lingering all over the body showed that this was not an ordinary air force like the griffin.

There was no pre-war declaration, no discussion or quarrel, and the 'envoys' who looked down at the ground from the air raised their laser guns.

"Yu——!"

Not knowing the attack method or the action logic of the target, the cavalry captain only blew the iron whistle.

Language was inefficient, and the cavalry preferred to use whistles to issue orders.

The biggest advantage of whistle orders was that all kinds of monster infantry with little intelligence could understand them.

When the sharp whistle sounded, the cavalry with guns that had been gathered began to disperse into discrete formations, entered the combat state, unhooked the weapon safety and put the target in the air into the sight.

But the folded-winged herald moved faster than them, and reacted faster than the rat trolls.

The herald wielding the light gun folded his wings, and the gun fell like a falling star, piercing the rat troll from top to bottom.

There was no wailing, and the flesh and blood could not stop the swooping and stabbing of the twenty-seven holy soldiers with guns. The rat troll did not even have time to wail before it turned into a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

None of the ten rat trolls in the mortar team survived this wave of dives, and the fragility of the unarmored artillery was fully revealed at this moment.

The wings flapped, and the light gun was pulled out.

The blood gushing out of the rat troll's huge wound sprayed on the nearby mortars and mortar shells, covering the shells with a layer of smelly blood. However, the blood sprayed on the ‘heralds’ wielding light guns was blocked by a layer of barrier.

The smelly mutant rat blood slid down the shield barrier, and the unpleasant stench spread in this temporary cavalry camp.

The loss of five rat troll mortar teams means that their operation has already failed halfway. Without the monster infantry, they have no way to carry heavy mortars to quickly carry out agitation at the front lines of various positions.

The most powerful fighters in the cavalry are not the ten rat trolls carrying mortars, but the nearly three hundred elite light cavalry using rapid-fire lever rifles.

Perhaps for other people who have never seen the world, winged humans are a very new concept, but the troops under the lords have seen everything. A dozen people using light guns and light shields may not be as deterrent as a few rat trolls falling from the sky.

They ignore death, ignore the death of their colleagues, and ignore the death of the enemy.

It is even harder to be frightened.

The blood of the undead army will only flow colder and colder.

And the price is just a little humanity and learning ability.

The bullet is pushed into the chamber, and the enemy is set into the crosshairs.

The emissaries, who had vented their anger at the attack on the rat trolls, looked around, pulled out their spears from their corpses, and raised their light guns with a little arrogance, hoping to see fear on the faces of their enemies.

The sharp whistle sounded again, indicating the sharp whistle of the opening.

The cavalry captain who rolled into the bunker used his own bullets and pulled the trigger to announce the formal handover.

The emissaries were greeted by dense bullets coming from all directions. The bright yellow gun flames that suddenly flashed and extinguished formed the second light source on the ground besides the divine magic.

The copper bullets were deflected on the personal shields of the emissaries and turned to other directions.

The shooters folded the lever, and a new bullet was loaded into the gun chamber. The advantage of the lever rifle over the bolt-action rifle is that it can fire 10 rifle bullets in a short time.

The airtightness, bullet power and range are traded for strong suppression power at medium and short distances.

The lever rifle, which was declining in the 50s, appeared on Earth, and was taken back as a standard weapon by the lords' troops in another world.

The range of weapons in low-light environments is not very useful, and it is difficult for them to hit targets 600 meters away with machine aiming equipment.

Some cavalrymen also took out the No. 12 trench shotguns they carried on their backs, pulled down the pump-action bolt, aimed at the messenger who wanted to escape from the ground and pulled the trigger.

This shotgun designed to fight against monster infantry and elite infantry at close range can fire iron and lead barrages to tear the target's armor, but unfortunately the effective shooting range is even closer than the lever rifle.

The barrage fired at the moment the trigger is pulled can instantly put a troll or rat troll, and multiple volleys can easily suppress the Templar's barrier and overload it.

The rain of bullets extinguished the barrier shields of the angels, tearing three angels into pieces with blood-red feathers in mid-air, and the shields of the remaining angels also became flickering in an instant.

Personal shields did make the soldiers feel irritated, but it was not a big problem.

The mage shields used by the war mages of the fifth period could not withstand the concentration of dense infantry regiments, let alone these flapping wings... angels.

Shields need to consume energy to offset the momentum of attacks, unlike armor, which can easily ignore the attacks of small-caliber bullets.

Only the airborne shield device used by the constructs can resist attacks for a long time. If three constructs with heavy armor fell, the cavalry team would have no choice but to run away.

As for the shields... after the shields were extinguished, what was left was the flesh and blood.

The sound of trench shotguns was particularly loud on the battlefield. Each dull gunshot represented the breaking of a personal shield. The dense rain of iron and lead bullets was the last straw that broke the shield.

The 14 surviving envoys returned to the air to maneuver to avoid the rain of bullets, using the distance to keep the last bit of shield from breaking.

The light gun turned into a light spear. As the envoy moved his fingers, the light gun penetrated and killed the soldiers hiding under the bunkers like rain.