Take Taobao with you to another world

Padra yelled, but the voice was not even audible to himself.

He watched his army fall apart and be massacred by invisible enemies. His heart ached like a knife, but he could only curl up in this small protective circle, helpless.Terrible bombardment fell on their heads one after another, and every blow made huge ripples on the transparent wall. The fifteen white-robed shamans concentrated on maintaining the barrier, protecting the remaining 100 people in this small circle. life.The remaining few high-ranking shamans walked to the edge of the barrier and faced the crazy and powerful attacks of the hidden enemies. Most of the orcs who were still alive here were lost. Only they could maintain the most basic composure. Observation and judgment of the battlefield that has been shrouded in gunpowder from the outside.

This kind of protection cannot completely block the sound. The shamans of their department have all practiced the forbidden language. It is not difficult for them to communicate with sign language. After talking for a long time, they all fell silent.

All shamans are here now.When the enemy launched an attack, the two white-robed shamans who were going to the pass hadn’t sent back the news. The battle shaman who was in charge of guarding Dayu had already sacrificed several of them. Before the spell, they only gathered a few generals and tribal leaders nearby, and at least 20 combat shamans and tribal shamans were still outside, exposed to the overwhelming brutal power of their opponents.At this time, outside the protective circle, there were no standing creatures within a radius of at least three hundred steps. Not only did the attacks here not ease at all, but they became more concentrated as time went by. The relaxed intensive bombing fully reflects the will of the enemies hidden on the mountains to completely destroy them.

Four of the eight shamans gradually glowed with light, and the other four pressed the same glowing palms on them to protect them as much as possible. The four shamans covered with a layer of light armor respectively Walking in four directions, reaching out and pressing on the barrier, the whole person slowly passed through the barrier.Two of them took only two steps, when three shells exploded near them, and the light covering their whole bodies shook immediately. They separated their legs, and their robust bodies stood firmly on the ground, with their shoulders and legs resting on their shoulders. The muscles in his body stretched and swelled, and then he lowered his body like a beast, bent his knees and kicked hard towards the ground, and the sand and stones he kicked up hit the barrier with crackling sounds. Under the cover of the smoke screen of the battlefield itself, the four shamans rushed towards both sides of the valley.

Melavia sat cross-legged on the grass, wearing the same hat made of green grass and branches and leaves on her head. The same thing was just a camouflage on others, but it was like a crown of elves on him. Even the rough gray uniform was different. It did not detract in the slightest from his beauty.A sand table covered with green grids was placed in front of him, and several people in military uniforms were beside him. Some were using binoculars to observe the distance, and some were lowering their heads to take notes. A woman with brown hair and green eyes Kneeling in front of him, with one hand on his knee, watching this miniature battlefield with him.

"I think you guys can do pretty well on your own," Meravia said.

"Without your help, we couldn't have gone so smoothly." The leader of the intelligence team raised his head and said softly to him.

"Actually..." Meravia stopped when he was about to say something. He stretched out his hand, reached above the sand table, and tapped four places with the pen in his hand. The head of the intelligence team focused on chasing his movements , picked up the phone next to him with one hand, and followed Meravia's fingertips with his eyes, while counting in a calm voice.

"Target 45, currently [-] to the east, [-] to the north, moving about [-] degrees from east to north; target [-], [-] to the east, [-] to the south..."

The telephone line leads directly to the nearest contact point, the first shelling position of Takla, the commander-in-chief of this battle.Amidst the rumbling gunfire, Takla clamped the phone to his ears and shoulders, squinting his eyes and patrolling the valley, amidst the smoke, among the orcs whose minds were shattered by the gunfire, and rushing around without thinking, Without any auxiliary means, his sharp gaze quickly found those figures with distinctive features.

Takla put the phone back and raised his hand again.

"Scale 5oo, to the left o2o, a group of three cannons fired rapidly!"

"Scale 55o, right 85, three groups of three cannons fired rapidly!"

"Scale 3, 1 to the right, four groups of three cannons fired rapidly!"

"Scale 27o, to the left o4o, two groups of three cannons fired rapidly!"

The shells from the steel tail flew across several sharp parabolas in the air, and plunged in the direction of the straight-running orcs. Amidst a series of rumbling explosions, three shells exploded on a land less than ten square meters. , several orc figures running towards the mountain like that tall orc were instantly annihilated, a light much dimmer than the firelight flashed by, and a huge figure staggered out from the gunpowder smoke, only attacking from behind After glancing in the direction of the man, he turned to the side and continued to run up the mountain.

"It's actually more durable than I thought." Takla said in admiration.

"Did you kill me, Captain!" the gunner nearby asked loudly.

"Come again." Takla shook his hand.

The position where Takla is located has concentrated one-third of the excellent gunners. The four teams that launched the attack performed the best among them. They participated in the battle against the Tiger tribe last year. They can't grasp the impact of the shells. It is very accurate, and it will not be far behind.A mortar shell has an average charge of 20 grams, plus the damage caused by cast iron fragments. No orc shaman can avoid the effective diameter of these three shells and still exceed [-] meters. The dynamic vision comparable to a high-speed camera captured the trajectory of some shells, and one even exploded less than three meters away from a shaman, sending the shaman flying far away.

But not only did they all survive, they were able to continue running, although their speed had been affected.

They are not fleeing, but are moving towards various artillery positions with a clear goal.

The ringing of the phone was almost drowned in the sound of gunfire. Takla picked up the receiver with two fingers and stuck it to his ears. He heard the female voice on the other end say, "Their defense has dropped."

"Nonsense. Call them a few more times and they're done," Takla said, hanging up again and walking over to a mortar.

Another round of heavy blows from the sky turned even the rocks into dust. Shaman Paola almost heard the sound of his sternum shattering. He landed on his back and was bounced off by his own protection. Just stopped.The layer upon layer of high-level protective spells has become only a thin layer like an eggshell, and the forbidden spell has frozen his consciousness of fear and pain. He can still stand up and move forward, and he cannot see the other three shamans. No matter where Man went, he only knew that he wanted to find the source of power that brought them such oppression and terror.Only those who have faced all this can understand the horror, the horror that the white-robed shamans have never experienced or imagined in their entire lives.In terms of individuals, they are not the strongest in the Orc Empire, but as a force that lives in Lacerda and is an important guarantee for the peace of the empire, when they need to take action, even the Senate can only tremble.

Now his hands and feet were trembling, and his consciousness could no longer feel fear and pain, but his body still reacted instinctively.As a high-status shaman, Paola now looked no different from those ordinary orcs who fled towards the mountains.In the center of the valley, there is only the flame of thunder of despair. Only the edge of the valley and the mountains on both sides are not attacked by artillery fire. The living orcs climb up with hands and feet, eyes bloodshot.

After a while, Paola had already climbed to the foot of the mountain. The expected attack hadn't come this time. He used rocks and plants to block his figure, while looking up at the place above where the flames were continuously emitting, he could even vaguely see Some human figures.

Humanity!

Paola kicked up a rock vigorously, threw off her arms, strode over the obstacle, and started running with amazing strength, far surpassing the other orcs, and soon he came to the mountainside, and then he heard the loud roar of humans.

You're too late, Paola thought, continuing to run upward while reaching for her chest.

When his fingers pierced through the flesh, crossed the bones, and barely touched the heart, he heard the last order in an unknown human language——

"'—Pull the trigger and hit me!'"

Then several things with long-handled iron heads hit him hard, this couldn't really stop Paola's forward pace, but smoke came out from those things that bounced out, and several sharp forces came from the front again, Paola fell backwards on his back, and the moment he looked up at the blue sky, his mind could no longer think of anything, and he twisted his body violently at an incredible angle. Paola threw himself forward and roared, "Die!!"

The shock caused by the explosion of the grenade and the self-liberation force of the white-robed shaman spread across the entire mountainside. Bloody blades flew in all directions, and even the trees with the thickness of a bowl fell down in response. The space was completely wiped out, and the defensive position arranged by the humans above was also hit hard, and the artillery position above it was also affected, and their attack stopped for a while.

Ska, who led his men to harvest repeatedly in the flow of fleeing people, reined in the horse and turned to look at the valley.

Takla looked at the fourth artillery position opposite, but did not speak.The other three orc shamans failed to get into the dangerous distance. Before that, they had already ended their mission by the intensive attack that followed closely.This is the biggest loss their army has suffered since the start of the war, and it is also the first time that their opponents have been forced in front of them to cause casualties. Others do not have the vision of Takla, and they can still judge that the fourth artillery position has caused serious casualties.

After a short silence, Takla stood up and said, "Notice, let's start the general attack."

When the cannon fire began to shrink, Tila knelt behind a bush with his spear in his arms, his body was stiff, his palms and back were wet with sweat, and many clansmen behind him pressed their hands tightly to their ears, and buried their heads in silence. Even though all the attacks fell on the ground, none of them would affect them. The nightmare-like continuous bombing not only completely defeated the enemies whose number was nearly ten times that of theirs, but also scared the young foxes who had experienced this kind of battle for the first time. light.The huge sound waves that continued to press on the eardrums shook their internal organs at the same time. In the earth-shattering continuous explosions, it seemed that even the mountains below them were trembling. From the impatient waiting at the beginning, to the discovery of the enemy, they were shocked by the size and momentum of the opponent The nervousness, and then the joy of the initial attack, developed to the scene where the orcs below were blown into pieces and flew up, and some foxes even vomited it out.

But the difference between the drill and the actual battle that he had only seen once was so huge that even Tira didn't know how to accept it.When he learned that the human tactics were to arrange for them to wait for a long time, Tira felt a little dissatisfied. He was quite skilled in the operation of human weapons, and his tribe cooperated well with some basic tactics. They could understand the orders And respond in time, support each other to advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and are healthy and even strong. To achieve such results in such a hasty time, both Captain Shuangtian and himself are satisfied with this.But in the face of actual combat, including Captain Shuangtian, those captains who have never been stingy with praise for them on weekdays changed their normal routines, and even imagined and arranged their actions on a basis that was inferior to ordinary people.

Facts shattered Tira's pride. In this kind of war, they were no different from ordinary people. They didn't know how to respond if they were ordered, and they even felt deep fear of the strength of their allies.

The majestic and far-reaching sound of the horn penetrated the entire valley. Except for the continuous suppression of a small area in the center of the valley, the shelling in the rest of the area stopped.From the slopes and valleys on both sides of the valley, gray-clothed figures appeared one after another. They wore plant hats on their heads, some of them carried long stick-like weapons, and more people drew their sabers from their waists. The long-awaited and somewhat inflexible footsteps, from fast to slow, shouted and rushed down from above in groups.

The gray flow of people entered the unrecognizable valley. When they saw these reapers coming from all directions, the orcs who were still running in the battlefield stopped in a daze, as if they couldn't believe that they could see other living people. , when those humans and orcs rushed in front of them, it was too late to fight, and those orcs who had already been gutted were paralyzed.

Four fire positions, a total of 120 mortars, with an average rate of fire of six rounds per minute, more than 400 artillerymen fired a total of more than 5 shells in 3000 minutes.The entire valley was covered with impact points, especially on the road that used to be, and the broken limbs were scattered everywhere. The orcs who died in one shelling could not even keep their bodies intact in the next round of attack, and the vegetation was completely destroyed. There is no longer a tree taller than a person's head, the broken stubble of the trunk is still smoking, the originally flat terrain has become uneven, and the mountain wind is still blowing, but the pungent gunpowder smoke and bloody smell cannot be blown away.

This last general attack is actually more like a job to clean up the battlefield.

Even though the scene was so tragic, there were still many orcs who survived, although compared with the previous mighty army, the number gathered could no longer be described as pitiful.A large number of people have lost the ability to communicate, and even the werewolf asked them to surrender as if they didn't know how to respond, and some even sat down on the ground, scratching their hair and crying loudly.

Tira walked in the valley with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with a dazed look on her face.Neither his dagger nor his gun had a chance to be used. Although he was a complete victor at this time, his army had just won a classic battle that would spread throughout the empire in a very short time. Victory in even more distant places, but he couldn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

The magician... That black-haired, handsome, always gentle magician, who has never had blood on his hands, what terrible things did he do?

Other humans and werewolves didn't have his delicate thoughts, or if they did, they couldn't show them.The blood and courageous emotions have not had a chance to be mobilized. Most of the werewolves and humans have not had time to really participate in the war. They ushered in the end. The orcs and humans in gray uniforms gradually converged. It can even be said that in the oppressive atmosphere, only the place that is still shrouded in artillery fire is saying that the end has not yet come.

The shelling there also stopped shortly after.

Over the moaning, crying, shouting, footsteps rustling and wind blowing, a frozen silence hung over.

Takla has already left the position. He only has a pistol on him. Behind him is a row of black-haired soldiers with flat-end long guns. After making tactical arrangements, the real soldiers whose will had never wavered moved towards the transparent dome in the center of the valley and surrounded it.

The wind slapped fine dust on Takla's face, he took off the straw hat on his head, walked straight to the transparent barrier, and looked at the orcs who were also silent inside.

After a moment, he reached out and knocked on the wall.

"You may surrender now," he said.