My players are so fierce

Chapter 464 463. Are all the newcomers in Transia monsters?

"Swish swish swish swish"

The cone made a strange whistle as it broke through the air at high speed, like a strange bird sweeping across the sky.

This movement was immediately captured by the Corpse Witch who was leading a team to conduct a siege in the swamp.

The corpse witch riding on the skeleton horse raised his head, and the cold blue spiritual fire flashed under the gloomy hood. Although the skin was shriveled like a mummy, his facial features were vaguely visible from this face.

You can tell from the tall bridge of his nose and the deep-set eye sockets that this guy was a Yankee.

Compared with the dry stature of other corpse witches, this guy still maintains a wide physique after resurrection, which makes it look particularly weird. Moreover, unlike other corpse witches, this guy has a melee blade hanging on his waist. Sharp bone knife.

This makes it less like a corpse witch and more like a knight of the underworld.

It soon noticed that six strange objects in the sky were dragging white smoke towards it in a standard parabolic trajectory. This made the Corpse Witch with rich war experience immediately realize that something was wrong.

Although it has rarely seen this kind of strange thing before, it can probably guess its purpose.

The Corpse Witch raised the ghastly staff of decay in his hand and applied a psychic shield around himself, while at the same time asking the elite skeleton army under his control to raise their shields for defense.

The advantage of the undead creature's super strong execution ability is fully reflected here. In the blink of an eye, the entire military formation has entered defense mode.

At the same time, those strange shells also began to fall.

The buzzer mounted on the artillery shell moved in the wind, and as the flight trajectory accelerated, the shrill sound became more and more harsh, like an invisible ghost swooping down from the sky, trying to destroy the sacrifices that had been made to the war. Eat in big mouthfuls.

"The cannonballs of the dwarves."

The corpse witch on horseback disagreed.

Although it has been dead for almost two hundred years, it has also learned about the changes in the continent during the period after its resurrection.

In its time, halflings and dwarves had already used this weapon to fight. From the perspective of a psychic user, although this weapon was shocking, its lethality was obviously seriously overestimated.

As for using cannonballs to blow up the undead, this is even more nonsense!

The biggest advantage of dead creatures is that they are cheap enough and have no morale at all, which suppresses the damage of artillery and the fear it brings to the limit.

When dealing with the sea of ​​undead, a useful sword is better than a halfling rapid-fire gun.

Of course, the difference between the two is that those who dare to attack the undead army can choose the way to die in battle, nothing more.

It thought so, despised this halfling's plaything, and watched the six cannonballs smash into the military formation in front of it with an unwavering mentality.

It's not that it doesn't want to do detailed operations, but it's not necessary, not to mention that it doesn't have enough reaction time.

He was raided.

Unfortunately, he will not be disrupted by this, and the attacker has already exposed his position. Next, he only needs to send a few skeleton vanguards to lead the cavalry to kill him.

"boom"

The strange movement interrupted the counterattack planned in the mind of the Corpse Witch. As it watched in astonishment, the cannonballs that landed did not stupidly explode to hurt the enemy. Instead, after a muffled sound, they set off dazzling fire like stars. Sprinkling out in all directions, within the range of these flying sparks, any skeleton soldiers contaminated by those burning sparks will immediately enter a burning state.

This strange flame took effect extremely quickly. Within the coverage area of ​​six calibrated bombs, the corpse witch realized that he had lost at least dozens of elite skeleton warriors in just ten seconds.

The undead enhancements on their bodies are enough to withstand ordinary flames, but they seem to have no defensive effect at all when facing this weird "fireworks".

these things

It just looks like fire!

They are more dangerous than fire. They can stick to bones and burn until everything that can be burned is completely consumed.

So vicious!

This must be some kind of alchemy that is effective against the undead.

Before the Corpse Witch could judge the result, a second wave of six shells came over again. Such rapid repeated shooting completely subverted the Corpse Witch's stereotype of cumbersome cannons.

This time it took countermeasures and ordered the skeleton army to disperse immediately, but the forward formation of thousands of people was not so easy to deploy quickly in the swamp.

The screams of death caused by the second wave of shelling were closer, making the corpse witch feel that the screams seemed to be unfolding above his head. When he raised his head, he saw a shell coming roaring towards him, dragging white smoke and a strange roar. It landed only a dozen meters away from him, and then white smoke exploded, causing "fireworks" to scatter.

This shot was extremely accurate and landed right on the core of the Corpse Witch's array, allowing him to see those hot and high-temperature light spots falling like stars on his precious Skeleton Mage's position.

Those with psychic shields are better, but those who didn't have time to hold up the shields began to emit white smoke when they were contaminated by the light spots.

The skeletons strengthened by the undead can't resist the burning of the scorching things at all. They can't feel pain, but the destruction of the body will still cause great trouble to the skeleton soldiers.

The corpse witch witnessed several skeleton mages releasing ice storms in an attempt to extinguish the strange fire on their bodies, but before they could finish casting the spells, the bones were burned through, causing the entire skeleton to collapse in the muddy water.

This weird and astonishing destructive power made the corpse witch wary.

Fortunately, only one of the six shells in the second wave of shelling landed near it, and the remaining five were seriously deflected but also hit the skeleton army's array, allowing the second wave of attacks to take away more than a hundred skeletons. .

This loss is nothing to the Corpse Witch, but it has realized that the enemy's actions may cause serious interference to its own army.

It no longer hesitated and issued orders through the communication between superiors and subordinates. Immediately, a group of skeleton cavalry rushed towards the firing position.

At this time, on the high ground, Lao Qin was yelling at the students to take action.

"What the hell is the second shot? Let you move the muzzle down 5 degrees! How much did you move it? Why don't you lower the muzzle of this thing into your crotch?

grass!

Didn’t you study mathematics in college?

Adjust quickly!

The round just now should have covered the artillery bombardment and killed the opponent's commander! Damn, we lost this good opportunity. "

"Old Qin! A skeleton is coming!"

The rainbow cat holding the monocular shouted:

"It's the Skeleton Cavalry. Nearly a hundred of them are rushing over. They're going very fast. The swamp can't slow them down. Let's run!"

"You're just running away! You coward."

Lao Qin angrily kicked Hongmao on the butt and cursed:

"This place is more than ten meters high from the ground. They can't climb up in a short time. We still have fifty-four cannonballs! Damn it, shoot all these cannonballs before they rush over!"

Blow them up!

How many of you! Can you adjust the angle?

Now I won't be commanding you. You will fight on your own. The two of you are responsible for one barrel. Since you can't behead them with cold cannons, let's spread out the attacks.

You put your heart in your belly for me!

We are destined not to survive today, but remember to bring a few more backers before we die. "

"There are only four white phosphorus rounds left."

Sanjin Sweet Potato Shao shouted:

"The rest are high-explosive grenades. Old Qin, if you use white phosphorus grenades, you can hit them accurately!"

"Fuck, I forgot. I still have guns and weapons that the Hammer and Sickle Regiment wants to give to the student party."

Hero Hongmao, who was kicked, didn't care about being angry at this moment. Seeing that everyone else was busy in full swing, shooting out cannonballs one after another, he also reacted and hurriedly took out the psychic bag on his waist. Open it and throw everything inside on the high ground.

In addition to several boxes of newly released imitation Mosin Nagants, there was also a large box. Hongmao opened the box lid and exclaimed:

"Fuck! Aerial bomb!"

"Um?"

Lao Qin, who was calibrating his position, suddenly turned around and saw a small aerial bomb with the top painted red in the box, which made his eyes widen.

I exclaimed in my heart:

"Zhuo! What did my old subordinates do in this game? Why do they even do such crazy things?

That’s not right!

The industrial level of Transia is obviously not yet high enough for this thing to appear on the scene.

You guys don’t even have a fucking airplane, yet you actually developed aerial bombs first. Is this technology tree crooked to grandma’s feet? "

"A big killer!"

The four student gang members beside Lao Qin were not afraid at all, and the newbies further away were even more enthusiastic. It was the first time these guys smelled the smell of gunpowder and they got too excited. This time they were close to the joyful madness of their lives.

The three roommates of Sweet Potato Shao even took off their clothes in excitement. They imitated the gestures in the movie and put the cannonballs into the tubes with their bare upper bodies covered in sweat and kept firing randomly.

Seeing the fire exploding on the swamp in front was like a big scene in a war movie, a man's unique sense of accomplishment and satisfaction arose spontaneously, making these guys even laugh and shout provocations.

All of them are so crazy that they don’t look like normal people.

"What a killer weapon! This thing won't detonate without being ejected from a high enough height."

Lao Qin is knowledgeable.

He cursed, quickly ejected the four white phosphorus bombs he had on hand, then walked quickly to the bomb, picked up the wrench in the box and rolled up his sleeves, apparently intending to take the thing apart.

"Fuck! What are you going to do, Old Qin? Shoot the cannon! Shoot the cannon quickly! They are surrounding us."

Hongmao held a Mosin Nagant and tremblingly planned to insert the bayonet on his waist into the bayonet holder, but he was too excited and afraid and tried three times without success.

Lao Qin looked at it with contempt on his face. He stepped forward, grabbed the gun and bayonet, and inserted them with a click. However, he did not return them to Hongmao but carried them on his back.

He half-knelt on the ground and picked up a wrench to disassemble the front end of the bomb, and said without looking back:

"I have to take off the safety fuse of this thing, so that when they get close enough, I can manually detonate it by tapping the chemical substance in it. Fortunately, the technology of this thing is crude and backward. It's really like World War II. I still can’t handle the level stuff with my skills.”

"What the hell do you do in real life!"

Hongmao's scalp went numb for a moment, and he screamed:

"This doesn't look like a job that a retired old man can do. Could you, an old boy like you, come back from the Middle East?"

"Ha, I told you, I have fought in the war, so I have seen a little more than you."

Lao Qin didn't care at all about Hongmao's dirty words.

He could already hear the movement of the skeleton army climbing below the high ground, and he could also hear the bone arrows whizzing around and the wails of the student party members when they were stabbed by the arrows.

There was a putrid wind blowing around. It was the smell of swamp, but it had a different flavor to Lao Qin.

That's the wind of war

"I dream back to the heroic days of the past, when the warriors were killed with gold and iron."

This old guy also hummed a few strange tunes, which made him feel more and more interesting.

But the next second, a roaring flame strike fell from the sky.

The huge and sudden pillar of fire almost covered most of the high ground, swallowing up seven or eight of the four student gang members who were having a great time playing cannonball and other newbies. The people and their tubes were engulfed in the flames in an instant.

He didn't even let out a scream and just left.

Suddenly there was a burst of yelling and cursing in Diguashao's dormitory. The three guys jumped up from the bed, threw away their helmets and began to curse at the sky and the ground.

Their emotions were obviously still in the excitement just now. After scolding, they gathered next to the only one who was still alive. They surrounded his bed like a cult ritual and looked at the sweet potato wearing a helmet on the bed.

It seems that he is using this method to encourage his good brothers to continue fighting in the swamp and not to embarrass his dormitory.

"Ahem"

Lao Qin, who was knocked away by the impact of the flame attack technique, struggled to get up from the side. He shook his head and felt that he had a concussion, and there was thick blood under his nostrils.

Fortunately, this was in a game. If this happened in reality, I might not even have a chance to enter the ICU.

"grass."

He cursed, staggered forward, picked up the hot and twisted wrench, and continued to operate the flying bomb. The only remaining sweet potatoes and rainbow cats behind him were already going crazy.

These two guys were also touched by the flame attack technique, and their clothes were ignited, making them look like scarecrows crawling out of the fire. However, they still did not stop until they followed Lao Qin's request to kill the people beside them. until the last cannonball is fired.

This last shot was fired by Sweet Potato.

It was also a piece of bad luck, and it hit the zombie witch who was moving towards the high ground without any deviation. With a loud bang, the skeleton horse under the corpse witch's crotch and the guards beside it exploded into pieces.

Unfortunately, it is not that white phosphorus bombs cannot cause deeper damage, and the corpse witch who was thrown into the muddy water did not suffer any damage despite the psychic shield.

However, the blue light dancing in this guy's eyes meant that his mood was very unstable.

It has learned that there are only six people on that high ground!

Moreover, three of them have been instantly killed by his flame attack technique, but the remaining three can actually cause it so much trouble!

What is the origin of that damn curved artillery that can fire quickly and flexibly adjust the shooting angle?

Why do these Transians have weapons that halflings don't have?

It became more and more curious about it.

Its curiosity about these "warriors" has overtaken the order it wants to execute this time. Speaking of the movement caused by so many shells hitting this place, unless those vampires are deaf, they cannot not detect it. This attack has already materialized. went bankrupt.

But it doesn't matter!

It has plenty of chances to do it again.

Now it just wants to see these Transians with its own eyes. In its past memory, this land is indeed rich in fearless barbarians, but such flexible and ferocious attacks are not like what traditional Transians can do. A complete job.

If they really had this kind of tactical execution ability, they wouldn't have to suffer from every black disaster.

Something must have happened on that land that I didn't know about.

"They're coming!"

Diguashao yelled.

Several skeletons had climbed up in front of him. These guys were charging towards them with knives and guns in their hands. By this time, it was too late to run away.

The young art student looked back and saw that Lao Qin was leaning on the dismantled aerial bomb and gasping for air. His waist and abdomen were torn apart by the bombardment of the flame attack just now and were still burning.

The old guy was breathing his last breath.

"run!"

Lao Qin threw the gun with the bayonet in his hand to Hongmao and signaled him to run quickly. He was already preparing to detonate the aerial bomb.

As for the sweet potato roast.

Lao Qin only had time to give a thumbs up to the young man who persisted to the end, and then he saw Diguashao, whose body was burning with flames, charging towards the rushing skeletons with a rifle and howling.

He was as brave as a warrior crawling out of hell, but his combat skills were so poor that he couldn't even look directly at him. In the first round, he was knocked down by the skeleton knight with a hammer.

Then, accompanied by rude yelling, several grenades tied to his body were detonated, sending the surrounding skeleton soldiers flying away.

Well, it's a final charge that fits the posture of a warrior, although it's useless.

Hongmao had already taken advantage of the chaos and jumped down from the high ground.

It's not that he's a coward.

To be able to fight to this point, you can't describe him as a coward. He must rush out of the explosion zone of the aerial bomb. At least one person must survive, right?

Lao Qin's health bar has bottomed out.

His consciousness was a little blurry, as if he was dreaming back to the Xisha battlefield, and he could still vaguely see his friends charging with guns raised.

Alas, those old guys were unlucky and did not survive until now to catch up with the good times like themselves.

The surrounding skeleton soldiers gathered around. Lao Qin planned to detonate the aerial bomb immediately, but he suddenly found that these guys did not attack him, which made him realize that this might be an opportunity, so he pretended to be helpless and waited.

Soon, he saw a guarded corpse witch walking up to the high ground. The guy stared at him with cold spiritual fire, as if he was asking something.

But Lao Qin no longer had the strength to answer.

He didn't need to answer.

The moment the Corpse Witch approached, a ferocious smile appeared on Lao Qin's face, and he used his last strength to knock the twisted wrench on the chemical fuse of the aerial bomb behind him.

"boom"

Terrifying fire exploded at this moment, and "Li Mei's Happy Bomb" roared for the first time on the swamp battlefield. The flames all over the sky were like meteors falling to the ground, and at that moment the entire highland and everything around it was involved in the sticky burning fire.

Ah Yu, who was flying rapidly high in the sky, stopped suddenly. He looked blankly at the exploding fire in front of him, and the handle of the knife in his hand made a sound.

"grass!"

He scolded:

"I'm late"