"Originally, they all had a tacit understanding, but it turned out to be a short man who was forced in, which was really unlucky." A commander leaned back in his place and complained depressedly to the shooter next to him.

The shooter smiled shyly, adjusted the angle of his weapon, and said comfortingly: "Squad leader, you don't have to complain, this matter has been decided, you can also see, that short man is very powerful." ”

"I don't know if I can use it, so don't be a recruit." The squad leader was still a little uneasy, but time could not allow him to continue to vent his pessimism like this.

The infantry fighting vehicle he was in stopped close to the line of fire, and a solemn order to prepare for battle was already heard on the radio.

In the next second, the rear door of the heavy infantry fighting vehicle was slowly opened, and the soldiers hidden in the infantry fighting vehicle rushed out of the crowded and narrow body with shouts.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor of Iran Hill!" The bearded dwarven soldier also rushed out of the infantry fighting vehicle with his weapon, but because of his relatively large stature and heavy baggage, he stumbled a little when he jumped out of the infantry fighting vehicle.

"Get out of the way! You're going to kill me sooner or later! The Iran Hill grenadier behind him avoided the dwarven soldier who had nearly fallen, chose a safe position, followed behind the infantry with his weapon in hand, and fired forward desperately.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "The ferocious fire of the AK-47 burst out, and the shells fell into the soil, some steaming.

The dwarf stood on his feet, snorting and not speaking, his attire somewhat different from the traditional grenadier of Ellan Hill, as he was wearing heavy armor and carrying a large hammer.

However, in addition to these traditional weapons, the dwarf had a circle of ammunition bags wrapped around his waistbelt, which were stuffed with thick grenades.

In the hands of this dwarven soldier, he carried a huge grenade launcher, which is an improved version of the M11 individual grenade launcher, which can fire six 40 mm grenades in one go, which is amazingly powerful.

Because dwarves are natural warriors, they carry more weight and are more powerful, making them more suitable for holding such bulky weapons of a larger caliber.

When they used this weapon to fire, the power of this type of warrior was greatly appreciated by the upper echelons of the Elanhill army.

In addition, some of the dwarves were willing to join the army to serve, so in the end, the high-level of Ellanhill approved that the dwarves should be dispersed to join the army of Irranhill.

And this method of dispersing into infantry squads as heavy fire support shooters was conceived by Vaglon himself.

The dwarf in front of him, who was participating in the Elanhill battle for the first time, was obviously still a little uncomfortable, he felt that the equipment he was carrying was a little in the way, but he was reluctant to throw away any of them, and it looked quite bulky.

"Hold your back! Being short is not a reason for you to stand here stupidly! Find cover! Bunker! Damn it! A veteran soldier passed by the dwarf, carrying a weapon in one hand and slapping the dwarf's shoulder armor with the other, and shouted, "What are you doing in this armor?" Damn it! ”

Without waiting for the dwarf to argue, the veteran ran to the infantry fighting vehicle in front of him, leaned against it, pulled the bolt of his gun, and pulled the trigger on a place that he could not see clearly from a distance.

"Tubu!" After a short burst of fire, the infantry fighting vehicle had moved forward for a short distance, and the veteran moved forward some distance with him, maintaining the position that kept the infantry fighting vehicle in a position where it could always cover itself.

Suddenly, a feathered arrow slammed into the defensive magic array directly in front of the infantry fighting vehicle with a sharp wind-breaking sound, and then stuck in the soft dirt on the side.

"Twelve o'clock! There are demon archers! Ejection! 40 degree projectile! The veteran turned around and shouted at the somewhat bewildered dwarven soldiers, "Fire!" ”

The dwarf quickly lowered his head and fiddled with the massive grenade launcher in his hand, which he had fought in training, and after using it, he had fallen in love with this powerful individual weapon.

I saw him pick up the weapon in his hand, point the muzzle of the grenade launcher at the sky, make a posture to bear the recoil, and then began his own performance.

"Tom!" With a muffled sound, a grenade shot out, and in an instant it landed in an open space not far away, splashing up a cloud of dust and making a huge explosion roar.

When the old soldier saw the drop, he immediately turned around and shouted, "It's too close!" You're not 40 degrees at all! You're a 60-degree projectile! Adjust quickly, quickly! ”

After the veteran shouted, a feathered arrow flew over the advancing infantry fighting vehicle and plunged directly into the dirt in front of the dwarf, less than 10 centimeters from his toes.

The dwarf glanced at the feather arrow, which was still trembling slightly because of the full force under his feet, spat on the feather arrow, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger again.

This time, he did not pause, and after hearing a "tom", he pulled the trigger twice in a row, allowing the other two grenades to fly out along with him.

Because of the recoil, when the three grenades were fired, the muzzles of the guns trembled slightly, which ensured that there would be a more reasonable distribution after the grenades fell.

"Boom!" The grenade landed again, this time right on the edge of the building in the distance, blowing away the demon soldiers with bows and arrows on the side of the building.

A second grenade landed on the roof of the house, flying the entire roof and blowing up one of the walls of the house.

The third grenade landed a little farther away, sending some of the moving demon forces into the sky.

"Well played! Which fires! I'll go back and give him credit! "Seeing a series of explosions, suppressing the enemy on the opposite side, the voice of the company commander sounded in the radio channel, and many people also saw this astonishing series of suppressions.

"Boom! Rumble! "Two more cannons, because they have learned to throw bows and arrows, the dwarven soldiers are really familiar with this kind of ballistics, and the grenades fired are also extremely accurate, and they immediately suppressed the light fire on the opposite side.

After using up his six loads, the dwarf stepped forward with his short legs and moved his body forward with heavy steps.

As he went, he opened his grenade launcher and dumped the six empty shells inside into the clearing next to him.

The shells clanged into the dirt that had been run over by the tracks, and smashed into the casings of some scattered 7.62 mm bullets with a crisp sound.

Then, he pulled a grenade out of a circle of ammunition from his waist and stuffed it into the huge, revolver-like cradle, only more than ten times larger.

Then a second, and a third, and only after he had filled his own with this weapon did he raise his head, reclose the grenade launcher in his hand, and ignore the fact that a feathered arrow had struck his heavy shoulder armor, leaving a clear dent in it.

He picked up the reloaded grenade launcher and began to strafe again in the direction from which the bow and arrow came from, the bulky 40mm grenade launcher was as nimble as an ordinary assault rifle in his hand.

The terrible recoil was nothing in front of the dwarves, and he even had the extra strength to carry a suit of armor and a warhammer that seemed to have no effect.

Under his operation, this 40 mm caliber six-pack grenade launcher exerted a terrifying power on the battlefield.

The sight of a series of explosions ringing out over enemy positions and dwarves with grenade launchers rampaging through a hail of bullets changed the perception of dwarves in many people.

"Hey! Bearded! Deliberately avoiding the word dwarf, the veteran leaning on the infantry fighting vehicle gave him a thumbs up: "Good job!" When the machine gun finds cover, I'll look for an opportunity to rush over! Are you covering me? ”

The willingness to give one's back to the other party is already the most trusted performance on the battlefield. This veteran thinks this short man is good, and he is a very trustworthy comrade-in-arms.

The dwarf nodded, "You can call me a dwarf!" But I'll tell you! I'm a tall man among our dwarves! ”

"Haha!" Leaning behind the infantry fighting vehicle, the young human veteran laughed heartily: "I like you!" My name is Antonio! ”

"My name is Buck! Dwarf Buck! The dwarf tapped his fist on his breastplate and introduced himself, "I am the best warrior of the dwarves!" ”

"You can see it!" Antonio smiled and nodded, and continued to follow the infantry fighting vehicle: "Keep up with me!" Give your left flank to your comrades on the other side, and you'll find that the enemy is easy to deal with. ”

"Thank you! You're a good fighter! Buck the dwarf also felt the tacit understanding of these human soldiers on the battlefield, and stood behind the veteran Antonio, holding a grenade launcher and slowly moving forward.

Every time he picked up the grenade launcher and fired, the opponent's position would explode continuously, and for a while, the defense line of the demon army jumped, and soon there was a precursor to collapse.

"Are you sure it's infantry?" Putting down the binoculars in his hand, a division commander who was inspecting the front line looked at the adjutant beside him with an exaggerated expression and asked.

The lieutenant was also shocked by the dwarf's exaggerated performance on the battlefield, and at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, God is really not fair, other races are too far ahead of humans in some aspects. In comparison, human beings are too mediocre and too weak.

Without waiting for himself to finish sighing, the adjutant's habit cultivated over the years made him subconsciously answer his commander's question: "Yes, sir, those soldiers in armor are the dwarven infantry that has been replenished. They are under the command of an infantry squad and are used for close fire support. ”

"Okay." Continuing to pick up the telescope, the division commander looked at it for a while, put down the telescope in his hand again, and confirmed unwillingly: "Are you sure that the ones I am looking at are not humanoid tanks?" ”