Shaman from Afar

"The whole army is in place, spear!"

As the Azore elf warriors rushed past the last black lion battle flag, the tightly stretched Carl Colin shouted without hesitation.

The moment the words fell, the shooters on both sides slightly panicked the "Jiaoguang spear" in their hands like a commander, and placed them on the shield of the soldier in front.

As a standard demon hunter, Carl Colin ’s military experience is not so good, and he has never held the position of commander. However, he has rich experience in individual combat and breakthrough.

So he understood that Lord Loren appointed himself as the commander of the "shooting army", not because he was in love with his hidden commander's talent, but also because of some kind of uncharacteristic "character charm".

"150 meters, turn on the trigger!"

"Shooter, reload!"

Compared with the slightly trembling shooters, the shield players who propped up the squat-shaped shield half-squatted on the ground were very calm-most of them came from the defeated Hunter, and a small part was confirmed by Dalton Kander. Select among loyal night watchmen.

Grassroots officers, guarding shooters, supervising war ... These people are the key to ensuring the normal operation of the entire shooting army.

So Lord Loren appointed himself simply because he was loyal enough to execute any order without any scruples, and was calm enough ... calm enough to execute his orders methodically before he died.

Stared at the first elf warrior rushing towards himself, leaning on Carl Colin, who had many years of experience, constantly calculating the distance between each other.

One hundred and two, one hundred and eight ... eight, seven, six ...

"One hundred meters, fire!"

At the moment of roar, without any hesitation, Carl Colin pressed the firing device, faintly feeling that the weapon in his hand used himself to inspire a low-level magic spell-although weak to the level of only a firefly spell, it is indeed Felt.

"boom----------!!!!"

With a timid thunder, a dazzling white light flashed across the warring parties.

At the same time, the Azore elf army on the opposite charge was shocked, and the momentum of the charge was immediately interrupted by toughness-just in front of the narrow queue, almost a whole row of elf warriors fell.

The shocked Anson saw this scene, and he was stunned.

Lorren Turin ... The wizards of the empire have actually completed the combination of high-level spells and alchemy, and they have also achieved miniaturization? !

"Attack, attack! Attack! Don't stop!" Anson hissed, who wished to crush the teeth, shouted: "Rush over and crush them! Use their blood to witness the bravery of the elf warrior ..."

"boom-----------!!!!"

Short to only a momentary interval, the neat thunderous loud noise flashed again.

"Dang! Dang-Dang!"

Three sparks flickered, and I don't know when I rushed to the blindfolded elf girl in front of Ansen. In the blink of an eye, he had already swung three knives and flicked off all the incoming beams.

"sister?!"

"Continue to command, Anson-leave the rest to me!"

"Understood!"

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, there was another loud noise ... This time, it was at the feet of elf warriors.

"Boom ———————————— !!!!!!”

The pillar of gold and red rose into the sky, and a long line of fire divided the battlefield in two.

"Alchemy bomb?"

Stared at the sky-high fire, and the startled Grand Duke Elmand blurted out: "Loren Turin ... he buried a triggerable alchemy bomb in the trench in front of the position ?!"

"You don't need a bunch of alchemy bombs that can be triggered, you just need to bury it under a shallow layer of mound, and then fill it with asphalt and ignition agent."

Grand Duke Arles said: "The clever way-since the new army is mainly based on projecting weapons, it should naturally be as close as possible to the enemy. I guess Duke Byrne should also have two wings on his line. A similar trap is. "

"Forcing the enemy to not be easily accessible, but that alone is not enough; because your enemy is a group of elf warriors with magic and fearless of death!"

The moment when the explosion roared, a wall of light blocked the turbulent flames-the bright pure silver light under the sun, just like the glass plates scattered and scattered.

Under the firelight, the elf boy with open arms was sweating and gasping for breath; behind him were the elf warriors who had just survived the explosion and had not recovered from the panic immediately.

"I was assisted by the imperial court ..." Tracing "Wizard Anson Zade; Loren Turin ... no matter what kind of monster you are ..."

"All ... not allowed! Small! Look! I--!"

The moment his roar sounded, the silver-white light turned into a spear in his right hand, stab at the sea of ​​fire.

"boom--!!!!"

A flash of silver flashed through a gap in the burning sea of ​​fire.

"sister--!"

The moment when the shouting sounded, the blindfolded elf girl wielding the ancient sword had already rushed into the sea of ​​fire for the first time, rushing towards the line of the Bion Legion.

With roaring, screaming, and roaring, the elf warriors who had long abandoned their hope of living, also raised their long swords and burst into the sea of ​​fire.

"boom----------!!!!"

Almost as the elf warriors burst into flames, there was another timid thunderous noise on the line of the Baine Legion.

As the enemy approached, the firing speed and power of the Baine Army not only did not decrease, but also tended to increase.

In addition to the blindfolded elf girl, and a few elf warriors forcibly parried off the oncoming beam, the elf warriors that rushed across the sea of ​​fire were hit-either fell into the burning trench, or ignited by the sea of ​​fire behind them , Or a beam of light penetrates the limbs and chest ...

Screams, one after another.

"boom----------!!!!"

The roar was uniform, and once again, a whole row of elf warriors fell.

The blazing battlefield, the thunderous loud noise is like the roar of death wielding a sickle. Every moment it sounds, dozens of hundreds of elf warriors fall silently.

A flashing light beam;

The burning flame;

The body that fell silently;

A warrior who is desperate;

and also……

'S eyes widened, and the screaming, screaming and roaring continued, Anson Zade, like a death row prisoner suddenly awakened in hell, slowly raised his eyes.

Five meteor beams dive down from the sky and pounce on them.

Bang ————————

The moment the explosion sounded, the dazzling white light that fell from the sky covered the whole battlefield again.

"Columns, change rows!"

With the neat command of the officers, the shooters standing on the front line lifted the perforated spears from the shield and smoked, and retreated from the gap between the shields to the second row at the fastest speed. The soldiers in the back row immediately stepped forward to fill the vacancies ... especially some vacancies where there were no living people.

In just a few rounds of volleys, when the enemy is not close, the newly born shooting army has already appeared in the list of deaths; there are many reasons-unstable power of the void, the operation is not standardized in the panic, and the firing The device malfunctioned ... the result was surprisingly consistent.

Exploded and then killed, the survival rate was almost zero ... This kind of "new weapon" is very efficient in killing enemies and committing suicide.

Carl Colin could not help thinking while rubbing his shoulder that was sorely hit by Mu Tuo.

But ... all this is worth it.

Does not require laborious filling, does not require too long practice, and does not even require any effort-as long as you follow the command to complete the shooting, you can easily kill the enemy.

No matter how good an excellent crossbowman or archer is, he has exhausted his physical strength after shooting ten arrows quickly, but his own "light spear" ... If you do n’t fight with your shoulders, Carl Colin feels that he is even You won't feel tired after playing all day.

When I saw the elf warrior who was falling down in the sea of ​​fire and a round of volleys, the demon hunter couldn't help thinking of Loren's words again.

"... One day, we can let these weapons be held in the hands of the soldiers, standing three hundred steps away and launching dozens or hundreds of crossbow arrows that can pierce armor ..."

"... this weapon will eventually make the sword a dispensable thing, the exquisite armor into an ornament, and all the wars will be separated by three hundred steps, compare with each other to see who kills faster The brutal game of the opponent ... "

"... Roll the glory into waste paper, make the war rigid and rigid, and turn the courage of all the soldiers into a joke of three hundred steps; calm killing will replace **** melee ..."

"... Finally destroy all beautiful fantasy and decoration, let the war reveal its most true and cruel appearance." Carl Colin murmured, a special brilliance flashed in his eyes.

Is that the future that Lord Duke wants to create? It sounds really cruel.

But if that's the case ...

Then let me ... Be the first to open it!

"Blow into the bugle!"

Carl Colin turned his head violently and looked at the herald behind him: "Tell them that there is no need to keep any more reserve troops. After the order, the front line was launched, spreading to the two wings and then igniting a trench bonfire; surrounded the enemy and set fire! "

"Comply!" The herald nodded violently, and then tried to look at the demon hunter: "So ... if you want to expand the formation, how many rows of columns do you think are more appropriate?"

"How many rows are more appropriate?"

Carl Colin turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him, and then looked at the opposite Azore warrior who was desperately rushing toward the front in the fire-the shield player in the front had already picked up the spear and the zheng type to intercept them Shield, formed a phalanx to intercept.

Yes, if the front is too thin, there is indeed the possibility of being broken, then ...

"Two rows ... no." Before he finished, Carl Colin shook his head:

"Let's form three rows."

"boom----------!!!!"

With the unbroken neat volley and the flames exploding in the trench, the Baine Army ... or the shooting army began to expand the array, and the nine-row array, which was not much thick, became three rows, and the two wings were ignited at the same time. The ditch of the ditch completes the final siege of the Azores.

The expressions of the two Grand Duchess and Brandon at the back of the battlefield were tense at the same time, and they were all absorbed-to expand the front, that means to enter the full reserve force and start a decisive battle against the enemy!

However, in the next second, the shooting soldiers who lit the bonfire still relentlessly reorganized their fronts on the battlefield to form a long and narrow three-row array. Install, aim and shoot.

Except for changing the formation from a horizontal line to a trapezoid inclined on both sides, there is no change in the way the battle is carried out-monotonous to unchanging, even a little rogue, like finding a way to restrain the enemy, so I just kept using it until the enemy was completely tortured.

The roaring and neat percussion sound sounded even numb.

But the screams on the battlefield, the rows of fallen elf warriors, made them hold their breath.

"boom----------!!!!"

It is this simple, uninteresting, mechanical to numb fighting method that has prevented the Azore elf warriors from struggling, struggling in the sea of ​​fire, and the brave warriors fell down piece by piece; no matter how they tried to break through, They were unable to cross the sea of ​​fire and threatened the Baine Legion behind the trench.

This is no longer an epic battle extolled in poetry. It is a slaughter like killing pigs and sheep.

The beam that penetrates through the body, the blood arrow spouting, the warrior burning and struggling in the sea of ​​fire or scorched earth, the long sword scattered on the ground ...

Brandon ’s bright red eyes reflected an elf warrior with a superb sword technique, and he almost bounced off all the beams of light coming at him with his long sword in his hand. He took his comrades by virtue of the samurai way that seemed to control the flame Breaking through the sea of ​​fire, for the first time approaching within 20 meters of the Byern Legion, then ...

The meteor that was dropped from the sky was so smudged that there was no residue left.

At the other end of the sea of ​​fire, Anson Zade, who wields the silver light, is still resisting ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but with his eyes, he can see that he is already the end of the strong crossbow-it can also block the light of the flame, just a quarter of an hour The time has been very difficult even to protect themselves.

If it wasn't the elf girl who was standing in front of him and continually flicking the beam away, he would have been beaten into a sieve.

In the **** battlefield, Anson Zade organized the charge team again and again, and was defeated by volleys from three directions at the same time; the warriors did not even Dare to organize a tight formation again, because doing so can only be reduced to a living target in front of the Byrne Legion.

Once, twice, three times ... The mourning elf warriors fell in the sea of ​​fire and corpses, and rushed to the only way to charge.

Loud noises again and again, tearing their flesh and blood mercilessly, striking the long knife in their hands, crushing their glory and pride.

There is no chance of resistance, because the enemy is 100 meters away;

There is no chance to get close, volleys in three directions and a few meters wide in front, burning trenches with fire, blocking the way of most samurai;

Has no chance to escape. The entire highland battlefield has been surrounded by four sides, and Poe's hussars are waiting for them on the periphery.

"ended."

The calm Brandon spoke lightly, but the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily:

"ended."

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