This kind of conquest of the lower planes is the same in essence as a normal war of aggression, but it is still different in terms of expression, if it is comparable...... It's very similar to the Decepticons coming to Earth to cause trouble. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But it's just like that, no matter how good the Decepticons are, their defense power has not exceeded the upper limit of the earth's attack power, and the heroic American GIs can also rely on high-tech weapons such as Tomahawk missiles to give him a ruthless blow, but the natives of this plane want to give the expeditionary force under Chamberlain a ruthless ......

As it stands, it's purely a dream.

"Your Excellency the Marquis is watching us from behind, brothers, show your best state, take over the natives on the opposite side who are not fully evolved, and show your face in front of Your Excellency the Marquis!" Ensign Guman brandished his saber and ran back and forth in front of his three hundred heavy cavalry subordinates, constantly tapping the cavalry spears held diagonally by his subordinates, "Let these fully evolved natives know how powerful we are, and let them understand how stupid it is to dare to attack a city under the control of our expeditionary force!"

His adjutant laughed loudly: "Chief, we have been fighting here for at least half a year, how can the natives on the other side have brought out decent things? As long as we rush in and kill their slow-attacking gunpowder cannons, along with their commanders, the follow-up infantry can come up and take prisoners, isn't this how so many servant troops come!"

"Hahaha......" A wanton laugh came from the mouths of these three hundred people, and Second Lieutenant Guman also laughed: "Brothers, you have the best confidence, Your Highness has equipped us with a lot of good things in order to give some deterrence to the natives on the other side, such as the one-time magic scroll you just got in your hands, which is sealed with many zero-level magic magic energy blasts, which is enough for the natives on the opposite side to purify themselves of all their sins in the flame of magic!"

A red flare slowly rose into the air, accompanied by a sharp sound, and Ensign Guman turned his horse's head and swung his saber forward: "Brothers, charge!"

"Kill!"

The earth-shattering shouts of killing came, and three hundred war horses comparable to intermediate-level demonic beasts began to move, stepping, trotting, and accelerating until the sound of hooves was like thunder!

The natives on the opposite side quickly realized the movement, and in a panicked shout, the soldiers on the defensive line were given the order to open fire, and various bullets cut through arcs and attacked the three hundred heavy cavalry.

However, the speed of the mid-level demonic beast was too fast, so fast that it had exceeded the limit of the eyesight of the soldiers of the indigenous army, and countless bullets fell on at least three positions behind the war horse, and only a few light and heavy machine guns and automatic rifles that fired indiscriminately hit the heavy cavalry.

However, the strength of these weapons is really not very good, and even the magic shield that comes with the intermediate magic armor cannot penetrate, and can only leave a small ripple on it, and then fall to the ground weakly.

As for the heavy artillery, which might cause a little trouble for the infantry, when the heavy cavalry rushed into their positions, they had not finished reloading at all.

Although these heavy cavalry have done nothing on the battlefield of the pan-continent, at most they can only be regarded as cannon fodder, but here, they are out-and-out killing gods, they are skilled in equestrian skills holding knights' spears in their right hands, and holding disposable magic scrolls in their left hands.

The native soldiers finally broke down, some of them dropping their weapons and turning and running, shouting "demons", while others knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, motionless except for sobbing.

And they also have a different fate, those who turn around and run, as long as they are still on the way of the knights' charge, will be directly picked up or blown up, and those who are motionless, except for the unlucky ones who happened to be trampled by the war horses, are basically intact.

On the position here, Chamberlain looked at the dynamics on the opposite side with a telescope, nodded, and shook his head again: "If we pull up the magic crystal cannon first and make a fire cover, will the killing effect be much higher?

"The Marquis, the price of the shells of the third-level magic crystal cannon is a bit high, in this low-level plane, if you want to replenish the magic energy of the magic crystal cannon, it takes a lot of effort. Lieutenant Colonel Andrew shrugged, "We've been doing this since we figured out the ultimate attack power of these natives, saving time and effort, and leaving a lot of people alive as servants." ”

Seeing that the heavy artillery position was emptied, Lieutenant Colonel Andrew fired a purple flare into the sky again, and the light infantry and hoplites sat in armored vehicles on this plane, rushing towards the opposite position at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, followed by a group of servants in trucks.

"Everything here was recorded in recording crystals and played over and over again in various cities in the occupied zone. Chamberlain put down his telescope with a bored expression

Truman was running, like a wild dog that had lost its reins, and it was a genetically strengthened wild dog, after all, the speed of forty-nine meters per second was definitely not something that a normal wild dog could achieve.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had run so hard, like since his last gym test in college, he thought, and then he braked suddenly, leaving two long marks on the ground from the soles of his shoes, and what seemed to be curling clouds of green smoke rising from the ground.

His body stood upright, because in front of him, a two-handed heavy sword as big as the door panel fell from the sky, and the small half of it sank into the ground, and the tip of his nose was less than three millimeters away from the blade, and he could even feel the slightest chill transmitted from the sword.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground was heard, especially loud in the silent night, and a sweet and glutinous voice rang in Truman's ears: "Do I look so terrible, why do you want to run away every time you see me?"

Truman turned around a little stiffly and looked at a girl of one meter seven walking towards him, the girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beautiful face, long chestnut hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head very casually, and a pair of big talking eyes staring at him, and the meaning in her eyes was full of amusement.

So Truman showed a stiff smile, and said with a sneer in an even stiffer tone: "Where is it, I'm just running at night, Sugihara-san, you know, isn't our Floating City engaged in 'national fitness' recently, I'm responding to the call......"

The few memories of this world in Truman's mind reminded him that the girl in front of him was called Sugihara Mina, a C+ level professional, a mechanical breeding department, his classmate, and a comrade-in-arms of the same mission team, but for some reason, the remaining biological instinct made him very afraid of this girl, just as a mouse was afraid of a cat, so he ran away from her four times in the past seven days, and now it is the fifth time.

"That's just an event for ordinary people, even if we professionals respond, we should be in the gravity room or something, right?" Mina Sugihara approached Truman, her beautiful nose almost stuck to his nose, "Truman-san, if you find a reason, you have to find something more reliable." ”

The hot breath from the girl blew on Truman's face, warm and itchy, but it couldn't make Truman's heart ripple at all, he just smiled stiffly: "That...... Sugihara-san, you know that I just came out of the hospital, and the gravity room is not suitable for me to go right now, so I need to do recovery training......"

"The speed at which you just ran is not something that a C-class professional can run after being injured. Mina Sugihara smiled and gently patted Truman on the shoulder, since it was summer and Truman was only wearing a T-shirt, he could easily feel the gentle touch.

However, in Truman's consciousness, it was not a slender hand, but a mechanical arm that could easily lift tons of weight, so his smile became more and more stiff: "Restorative training, restorative training......"