"Get ready to fight! ...... "Faced with a tenfold and hundredfold enemy, the battalion commander of Iran Hill was not at all intimidated, but his heart was full of some sense of anticipation for victory.

His soldiers had formed three formations, across in front of the countless soldiers on the other side. They didn't retreat, they didn't even have the slightest hint of panic. They were just mechanically checking their weapons, ready to give the enemy a great gift in a moment.

"1000 meters! The enemy is already close! Get ready for battle! "This is the first time that the battalion commander has commanded a battle on his own, and he is eager to prove himself and win the victory that is in front of him.

All the soldiers raised their weapons against the crowd in front of them, they calmly put their bullets on the chambers, and then pressed the distant targets with the light doors on the guns on the body, this time they were on a defensive mission, so they chose to fire and attack from a greater distance.

When the other party was still about 500 meters away from him, the battalion commander decisively gave the order to open fire - he did not dare to put the other party too close, so as not to take advantage of his numerical disadvantage by the other party.

"Phew!" A burst of gunfire rang out, and the army of the Arrant Empire on the opposite side fell dozens of soldiers at once. As the guns of this row of rifles rang out, Zorn, the commander of the Arrants on horseback, widened his eyes.

Like Arrant Rumbac, who saw a rifle for the first time, he was stunned by the terrible sight before him: the other party could open fire from such a distance, knocking his own soldiers to the ground.

If it weren't for the dragon formation of the Holy Demon Empire behind him, if it weren't for the fact that this war was related to the life and death of Arant, and if it weren't for the fact that the soldiers of Iran Hill on the opposite side were really a little small, Zon would really have to turn his horse around and order a retreat.

"This! This turned out to be true! Looking at the phalanx of Iran Hill's infantry in the distance, as small as a small reef in front of the sea, Zorn thought for the first time that he might lose the war.

As if to make the best note to his fears, there was once again a dense burst of gunfire from inside Iran Hill's phalanx. After a burst of gunfire, hundreds of soldiers fell to the army of the Arrant Empire.

Every time the other party's gunfire was fired, it was accompanied by almost the same number of Arrant Empire soldiers falling, and when the distance between the two sides was shortened to about 300 meters, Elanhill's attack became more and more sharp, and more Arrant Empire soldiers fell on the way to attack.

Along the way, the other side had fired 15 volleys, and each time hundreds of infantry fell, and the number of soldiers who had been killed was about 2,000. The fact that he lost so many troops outside the range of his bow and arrow made General Zorn shudder.

It looks like there are only more than 500 soldiers! There are also soldiers who appear to be commanders and have not made any attack maneuvers until now. The other party just stood there, shouted one command after another, and then let those terrible batons puff out patches of deadly white smoke.

"Phew!" At a distance of about 270 meters, the grenadiers of Ellan Hill opened fire again, and their fire seemed to cause General Zorn to become hysterical. In Zorn's opinion, the other party's gunshots scares him more than the spell of death.

"Press! Let the 30,000-strong team behind press up! Press it on me! There are only 500 of them! Tens of thousands of troops can't win against 500 people, what will we do in the future? Yes? What to do? Zorn, whose voice had changed tone, gave the order to continue the attack loudly.

In the midst of his orders, more of the Arrant Empire troops began to slowly squirm forward, and the rolling sound of horns represented the determination of the most powerful Arrant army in the Mortal Empire.

Captain Ildo, who was in the crowd without saying a word, remained silent, and he looked at the 500 Irlanhill troops on the other side who were constantly causing trouble for the Arrant Imperial army, as if he was looking at his prey.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a powerful mortal army...... Their weapons are very strong, and our dragons may not be able to withstand the attacks of such weapons. After a few more minutes, the chief knight spoke to his companion.

"I suggest an immediate attack and let the dragons destroy this force. They are holding on to this place now, presumably with reinforcements in the future...... It can be trickier if you let them meet. A dragon knight of the Holy Demon Empire pressed his sword and suggested to his commander.

"You're right!" Ildo nodded, agreeing with his men: "Go! Bring me back the victory! All your dragon knights are out! Be careful, don't mess up. ”

"Yes! Knight-skilled! With a slight nod, the knight slowly retreated down the hill. And in the distance, the dense gunfire is still beating everyone's heart.

"Phew!" After another five rounds of ammunition from his own bomb bay, one of the Iran Hill grenadiers retreated behind his comrade, calmly reloading his rifle with new bullets. He also has a lot of spare ammunition in his ammunition bag, thanks to the increasing production of ammunition.

As he was reloading the bullet, in front of him, the soldier who was ready to shoot pulled the trigger and fired a bullet that had been prepared for a long time. The bullet flew a distance of about 260 meters and hit an Arrant Empire soldier who had just walked here.

With no time to appreciate his victory, the Elanhill grenadier pulled the bolt of his gun, causing the shells to fall to his feet and smash into the already grounded shells with a clanging sound. He continued to aim, pulling the trigger on the target directly in front of him.

Since the beginning of the war, they have killed about 3,000 soldiers of the Arrant Empire, but on their own side, it seems that not even a single wounded has appeared-as in peacetime, the enemy is really too weak and weak.

What's the use of having a lot of people? War has long been unrecognizable, and now a large number of people does not necessarily mean strength and victory. Now, whoever holds the future of this world, who represents the most powerful productive forces, who is the closest to victory!

"You guys, you're too weak!" He muttered a third shot as he muttered, causing another hapless guy on the other side to fall clutching his chest. The drums of the Arrant's war rumbled, and the Arrant's soldiers had not advanced a single step since just now.

"Yes! The soldiers of the Arante, too weak! The soldier, who was ready to take over from his comrades, was behind his comrades, nodded approvingly and said, "I'm ready!" ”

Then, in the next second, on the opposite side of the reverse slope, behind those distant hills, a huge shadow suddenly rose into the air. All of Elanhill's soldiers stopped firing, their eyes widening as they watched the dark shadow soar into the sky with a piercing roar.

"Roar!" With a shuddering whistle, another black shadow rose from the anticline. Then there were the third and fourth, and these shadows rose into the air from a distance of about a few thousand meters, so the soldiers of Elanhill could easily see the huge figures hovering and soaring in the sky.

"It's a dragon! It's a dragon! A soldier shouted in a trembling voice, he felt his legs and stomach tremble, and even his hand, which was firm and strong, trembled uncontrollably.

"The Magic Empire is here!" The battalion commander carried a long sword and looked up at the figures hovering and approaching in the distant sky, and the expression on his face was already indescribably wonderful. He knew he might not see victory today, which seemed a bit of a pity.

"Keep fighting!" The first company commander to come back to his senses pulled out his pistol from his waist and cheered loudly for his subordinates: "Long live Your Majesty Chris!" Long live Iran Hill! ”

"Iran Hill will win!" All the soldiers began to continue firing, reaping the lives of the Arrantic Empire soldiers who had taken advantage of the opportunity to shorten the distance between the two sides 200 meters away. After another round of intense gunfire, the human wall of the Arrant Empire was knocked down again.

"Whew!" However, above the sky, a giant dragon flapped its wings and rushed down the clouds, opening its bloody jaws at the phalanx of Ellan Hill. The Iran Hill soldiers in the back row also instinctively raised their weapons to the sky, ready to fight to the death.

"Whew!" Before he could get closer, a stream of flames erupted from the dragon's bloody mouth, like a giant flamethrower, forming a huge flame in the sky. The flame continued to descend, like a falling meteorite, and crashed into the phalanx of Ellan Hill.

"Phew!" The Iran Hill soldier, who had already seen the flames above his head, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger in despair in the air. Because of the sunlight and the fireball, they could not see their target, so they could only fire in a hurry.

In the next second, the flame smashed into the crowd, and dozens of Iran Hill soldiers screamed and struggled in the sea of fire, and then turned into broken black charcoal, breaking and collapsing in the flames.

"Help!" After all, the soldiers of Iran Hill are also flesh and blood, and their achievements along the way are all fought by relying on advanced weapons, and in terms of courage and perseverance, they are not much stronger than the soldiers of the Arrant Empire opposite.

So, when a real test of blood and fire came, the soldiers of Ellan Hill also collapsed. They saw their companions turn to ashes and charcoal, ignited by the flames, fluttering and twisting, and finally dead, as disorganized as the soldiers of the Arrant Empire.

"Keep firing! Keep firing! The battalion commander stood in his command position, holding a pistol to the sky and pulling the trigger. His distance was too far for a bullet to hurt a dragon a hundred meters away, so when he ran out of bullets in his pistol, he still didn't create any miracle of dragon slaying.