Boom! Boom!

With Derek's order, all the Italian guns specially prepared for the Independent Regiment completed the first firing in this otherworldly battlefield.

The M1897 75mm gun, commonly known as the Italian gun, is not actually from Italy, but a 75mm towed field gun produced by the French Schneider company, which is the world's earliest elastic artillery mount artillery. Its rate of fire, firing accuracy and maneuverability are significantly higher than those of the same caliber artillery with rigid gun mount structure, and are used to provide fire support for field troops.

Caliber 75mm, 36 times diameter, effective range of 8.5 km, this gun is one of the best rapid-fire guns before the First World War, countries soon competed to imitate and in the First World War a large number of use, the head of the Li regiment in the hands of the horse may be from Italy Shansai products.

At the end of the first round of shooting, Derek immediately picked up the radio and asked for the results.

At this moment, Derek had a sense of superiority ahead of the entire era, turtles, have you ever seen the cannon wash the ground? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's fear that there would not be enough shells in the back, he would flatten the ground for you by two centimeters in minutes Believe it or not?

Derek assumed a self-proclaimed handsome pose and shouted, "Mir-1, Mir-1, command calls Mir-1 to report the shooting." ”

"Report to Command, here Mir 1, just ...... Just now...... That ......" I don't know why, but the voice of the knight in costume on the other side sounds strange.

"Something to say!"

"Report to the headquarters, the wave of shelling just now, one shot missed, and all missed. ”

"How is that possible?" Derek, who was swinging his poss, almost flashed his waist, which was incredible, and turned to the officers beside him, "Do you know any strange magic from the orcs?"

"Young master, could it be that they used wind magic to blow the cannonball crooked?"

"You blow one and try it?"

"I'll show you, let's set the shell landing point to X, F(x)=......"

......

The goblin commanders under his command suddenly quarreled with each other, and put forward various hypotheses in an instant, out of the rigor of science students, for a while, formulas and theorems flew together, Newton was the same as Lorentz, and Derek was also confused, it sounded so reasonable, but I always felt that something was wrong, what was wrong?

Noisy and noisy, the building is getting more and more crooked, seeing the noise from the cannonball parabola to the wave-particle duality, there is no result of the quarrel, seeing that there is no result if the quarrel continues, Derek is about to end the quarrel, at this time, it feels as if someone is pulling his clothes, he looks down and sees that a somewhat familiar goblin officer is timidly pulling his clothes.

"9527?

"Sir, I have an idea. With Derek's encouraging gaze, 9527 plucked up courage and said.

"Tell me?"

"Sir, do you think it's a map problem?"

How did I forget this stubble? The Ross Collar map that I usually use for training is an accurate map redrawn by the goblin bosses with the knights in magic costumes from the sky, as for the marching map issued by the military headquarters in my own hands?

Derek clenched his right hand into a fist, closed one eye and pointed at the village of Hawthornabeak, silently calculated in his heart, and then took out a ruler and recalculated it on the map according to the scale.

Go to his military department and get a big watermelon!

Derek really wanted to go to the military department now, to bring the officers of the military department, as well as their relatives, the most sincere greetings as a Zaun.

This Nima is less than a kilometer away, and the estimate and map can be wrong by 300 meters! Can you believe it? With this kind of map, if the cannonball can hit, there will be a ghost?!

"Mir 1, report the orc forces now!"

"Report the command, now the distance is 5.3 km. ”

"Roger," Derek put away his radio and turned to the commanders, "now switch to Cartesian coordinate system to re-aim, 9527, you command." ”

"Yes!"

......

Five kilometers away in the north, the orc troops, who had just heard a series of explosions nearby, thought that they had been suddenly attacked by the mage, and without the commander's shouting, the orc soldiers immediately lay down a large area with great experience.

However, nothing happened, and the leader of the wolf clan, who couldn't understand what humans were playing, was also confused, so he hurriedly stopped his troops and sent cavalry to search the nearby places where people could hide to no avail, so he had no choice but to continue the march.

Anyway, there is nothing, maybe it is thunder, and this kind of thing is not unseen.

As the troops moved forward, a squadron of demonic knights obviously couldn't take care of the scouts who had already learned the monkey spirits, and in the little by little competition, the orc scouts relied on their numerical superiority to scatter and run around, everywhere.

And the orc troops finally grasped the fact that there was only one legion of human troops, and began to accelerate their march.

......

Derek thought that after he handed over the command of the artillery to 9527, the other party would definitely try his best to make some achievements to show him, but for a long time, 9527 had not moved except for determining the location of the orcs with the knight in magic every three minutes.

As the distance got closer and closer, the orc infantry in the distance began to rhythmically slap their shields with the weapons in their hands, one step at a time, and each crisp tap sound was accompanied by a heavy footstep, like a life, and every step was just stepping on the point of heartbeat.

It is said that this is a common trick used by orcs, but it is indeed very effective, the soldiers around Derek are all new recruits who have never been on the battlefield, who have seen this battle, they began to become more and more nervous, and the palms of the hands holding the weapons are all stained with sweat.

Can't wait any longer! If you wait any longer, you don't have to fight, everyone is scared to death, Derek is about to take over the command again, 9527 takes the first step to speak: "The target is 3 kilometers away, 2 degrees 33 minutes west-north, a grenade is loaded, and the cannon is fired!"

"Boom!" 375 artillery pieces roared in unison, and in an instant, the sound shook people's ears as if they were about to be deaf, the ground shook the mountains, the power was amazing, and a salvo was fired right in the center of the beast army!

"There's a mage!" I don't know which one of the sharp-eyed roars, and the orcs once again reflexively lay down, but this time they were not so lucky, the cannonballs fell one after another, and the crowd was blown into a blank space.

The 125 Krupp 105mm howitzers equipped by Derek, who suffers from a phobia of insufficient heavy firepower, also made their own voices under the command of 9527, as if adding fuel to the fire.

As if it was a nightmare, the orc army was now a hellish scene, and the soldier who had just discussed with himself how many slaves he could earn in this battle was completely gone, leaving only smoking craters and an indiscernible mass of shredded flesh pasted on his shield, proving his existence.

"Ahh