Although the distance is long, the long-range fire will be suppressed in a short period of time under the repeated magic attacks of many warlocks. All snipers will fall asleep. This drowsiness is the effect of magic, and it is not something that can be countered by human will.

But the soon-to-be-attacked Brotherhood members were on the lookout, each holding their posts, holding their breath, waiting for the most opportune opportunity to charge.

"Ho, it's so cold...... "Weedbeard next to Han whispered. He is a Brotherhood veteran who has been thrown into prison for years, but is still willing to fight. Although his face was gray at this moment, even his lips were pale, and the hand holding the weapon trembled. But this courage is already beyond many.

"I'm pretty hot. Han said. He is not wearing exoskeleton armor - although he is a commander, the number of exoskeletons is limited. He's not the best driver and can't play his best. And at this moment, every ounce of combat power is precious and cannot be squandered.

"Hot?" Weedbeard was a little surprised. "The power of God?"

"No, it's just that something in my body is heating up, so I'm sweating. Han replied. He knew it wasn't from the power of the gods, but some impulse within him.

"Yes, yes......" Weedbeard trembled as he raised his general-purpose rifle in his hand. In this battle, he was also a pure light infantryman, with the most basic weapons in his hands. In the eyes of the warlocks, this weapon was no different from a burning stick. However, he wears a helmet on his head, a metal helmet with a rough shape and an antique open-face style. Maybe it's because of the metal that everyone is so cold that they shiver.

"Don't overthink it. "Somebody said that. "Didn't you say that this is a god-given power, and the magic of the warlocks is not effective against us. ”

Although everyone says this, it does not actually alleviate the fear in people's hearts. They have lost so many times, they have been suppressed for so long that no one has much confidence anymore. Even if they resisted, it was not so much that they were voluntarily and spontaneously instigated. There is so little hope, and faith is far from entering everyone's heart.

"It's fine, it's just a little cold and I'm shivering. Another person on the side said. Although the face of the one who spoke was equally pale as paper.

"Be brave......" Someone behind him pushed the weedy beard. It sounds like a farewell. However, he nodded silently, a forced smile on his stiff face.

It was decided from the beginning that the exoskeleton armor was going to face the enemy's surprise team. Warlocks will surely climb up from that cliff position - front and back flanking is an effective method of combat since ancient times, and Warlocks are no exception. So, although it was a small battle, the battlefield was divided into two, one was the narrow area on the edge of the cliff, where hoplites equipped with exoskeleton armor would fight the warlocks with magic rings. Of course, the main force of the warlocks who attacked head-on was fought by light infantry.

Both battlefields are home to the enemy.

The power of the magic ring is far superior to the exoskeleton armor, this is an objective fact. And the light infantry against the warlocks...... Among other things, in the general calculation of the balance of forces on the battlefield, the battle of the light infantry in this case is not calculated by how many enemies are destroyed, but by how much time the enemy is delayed.

No matter how you look at it, there is no chance of winning.

This side is a gentle slope, but the sides are steep, the center is gentle, and the middle part can be easily walked up with your legs.

All of a sudden, the sound of the wind was gone. The cries of battle and the sound of flare guns were heard in unison, and the warlocks were already in the engagement. Mortars from the rear began to fire. This is a weapon design that Han doesn't know where to go, but it must be said that it is very simple and practical, I dare not say how many results there are, but at least it will force the enemy to advance quickly.

"The enemy is coming!" someone said. On the front line, that is, at the highest point of the hillside, several soldiers who operated the electromagnetic turret and were in charge of shooting were already lying on the ground. All of them fell asleep under the influence of supernatural forces. Obstacles, camouflage, etc., that can withstand bullets are meaningless in the face of pervasive magic.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, Han knew very well that the first line ahead had been attacked by the saturation of the magic power of the warlocks. It is not known what kind of damage these shooters caused, but it is likely that they did not achieve anything. As for the mortars in the back, anyone with military literacy understands that although they are simple and easy to use, they are extremely inaccurate, and at most they can only kill three or two warlocks by luck.

The front slope of the hill is narrow, making it difficult to concentrate on attacking. Realizing this, the warlocks had apparently intended to make all the people above sleep before they acted. At least they haven't rushed up yet, so they should have suppressed it for a long time with their magic power before they did it. Or just wait patiently for the Einsatzgruppen to break through from the other direction?

In fact, it turns out that even the toughest willpower is useless in the face of magic. If a bullet shot is a line, then a magic attack is a gust of wind. One can dodge a bullet by luck or whatever, but it means nothing in the face of the wind. When the wind blows towards you, can anyone avoid the formless and insubstantial wind?

However, this particular terrain limits the power of magic.

This was Han's chosen position, with a very small number of soldiers operating the electromagnetic turret firing at a distance along the ridge, but many more were hiding behind. Warlocks can't see what's behind them across the ridgeline, so their hypnotic magic doesn't really hit the target. The power of magic can only be exerted on the plains, or in the terrain (e.g., the attack and defense of a fortress).

As a result, warlocks can't use their magic to carry out this kind of covering attack forever.

After a devastating spell attack, the Warlocks screamed and attacked from below. Judging from the voice, there are at least dozens of people, and they should be the main force. Of course, after all, the total number of warlocks is not more than a hundred, and there is a detachment, so there are only forty or fifty people at most, which is about the same.

"Trust in our power and crush them first!"

Han shouted, and just as the head of the first warlock loomed on the other side of the ridgeline, he gave the order to attack.

There was no formation, no close cooperation, and about four hundred warriors of the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance, including himself, fought bravely towards the opposite side. They were all light infantry, and most of them had a general-purpose rifle and carried cold weapons for melee combat. However, some people don't even have long-range weapons, and use weapons such as spears or swords.

Anyway, I knew it was a scuffle from the beginning.

There were also a handful of snipers in the high rear - very few in number, three or four people, those who were selected, the ones with the best shooting skills, with electromagnetic cannons to snipe at the enemy. This is Han's decision. While everyone knows that sniping in such a melee situation, the odds of killing one's own person are never less than killing an enemy. But Han said that sacrifice is inevitable. And he himself put his place in the middle of the melee commandos, so that everyone had no more objections.

He knew very well that even with the protection of the gods, it was impossible to defeat the warlocks without paying the price.

The effect of the sniper came out immediately, and the bullet of the warlock direct electromagnetic cannon that jumped up from behind the ridgeline was torn to shreds. Perhaps the warlocks didn't expect this to be the kind of deadly way of fighting here. But it is simply impossible to say that the death of a companion would make them daunted.

Han took the lead and rushed into the midst of the warlocks who had climbed up the slope.

At that moment, he truly saw a wave of entity-like magic sweeping in.

The rest of it is unknown.

He didn't know how many people around him had fallen in front of these vile and evil forces, but incredibly, he didn't feel like he was fighting when he collided with the surprised warlocks and shot all the bullets in his rifle through the gaps in his armor.

There is no pain and no fear. In fact, although his body was moving, his mind was inexplicably immersed in memories of the past, when he first faced the Warlock Counterinsurgency Force many years ago.

That time he was an ordinary soldier, and as he is today, charging ahead. Swing your weapon and pounce on the enemy - there are no more memories of the battle, all that's left is to come to your senses and find yourself lying in a deep pool of blood.

There was so much blood, so much blood that could drown his heels. He didn't remember any battles he had, but he knew he was one of the lucky few. Almost all of his companions died. First they were put down by magic, and then they were slaughtered effortlessly, like animals—most of them had their throats slitted by sharp blades, and they died worthless. He was the lucky one who was apparently let go by a warlock's negligence.

He fled alone in fear - only to discover that his experience with the Warlock had made him a respected senior in the Brotherhood. He was cared for and respected so much that he never told anyone that he had never fought the warlocks at all: he just rushed up, then suddenly lost consciousness halfway through, and when he woke up everything was settled. This kind of experience can't be called a battle, right?

It was as if there was a fog on the inside of the retina, and everything was a little blurry, but something was shining around it. There was a roar in his ears with a "wow, wow......".

The heart seemed to be beating wildly, but it seemed to be calm and unconscious.

I'm going to die......

The thought was pounding heavily somewhere in his mind. No, I'm not going to die, God is protecting me......

From time to time, something warm splashed on his face, and his body was being hit with a slow blunt impact. When he came to his senses, he saw an enemy slowly falling in front of him. The warlock had a sword in his throat, and the hilt of this sword was in his hand.

Ah, what to do...... He felt an inexplicable fear. The gods were driven out of their minds by the logic of subconscious instinctive thinking. The Warlocks will surely take revenge, and they will never spare those who kill their companions. Their power is so strong, so incredible, how can they possibly win it as a mortal?

It was the only consciousness he had at that moment, and after a period of intense dizziness, he collapsed into the arms of his companion.

It was learned afterwards that the battle did not last long.

The warlocks who had climbed up from the cliff were quickly shattered. Exoskeleton armor can't win the magic ring under normal circumstances, but this time the exoskeleton armor is covered with anti-magic metal as an outer layer.

Han had already experienced it firsthand - this metal could disrupt the magic power, and upon contact with it, the magic power would be reduced to about a tenth. And the best thing is that those who are the Fourth Lawyer, or those who have the magic ring, don't feel their power diminished.

Speed and power are relative, and without a reference, it's almost impossible to confirm whether the state of the magic is normal.

The clearing above the cliff was small, and the warlocks almost always tried to play with their opponents with agile movements and close combat, only to find that their movements were not much faster than those of ordinary people.