At this time, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the rhythm is basically in the hands of the Plantagenet mercenary group.

From time to time, the highland swordsmen charged en masse, fighting with the undead; Occasionally, they quickly retreated, and then the reloaded lobster spearmen stood up and fired at the undead in unison.

According to some party players, this kind of rifle that needs to be reloaded and bolted once shot is actually a "magnetic storm Gauss rifle" driven by an electromagnetic coil. Asker is not a fan of military science fiction and doesn't know much about it.

But of course he's played with it in the game. It has a slow rate of fire, a lot of damage, and excellent armor-piercing and penetration, even if the Titan takes a single shot, it will be seriously injured.

Because of this, if you rush into the battlefield, you may be entangled by the highland swordsmen who do not distinguish between friend and foe, and then be fired by a volley of lobster spearmen...... After all, the highland swordsmen and lobster spearmen are very good at how they look and dress, uh, that recognition, they can't easily blend in.

It is estimated that there is a high probability that it will still be regarded as an undead disguised as a human.

Therefore, out of a prudent concern for his own safety, Asker did not rush into the battlefield, but found a flat spot on a nearby hill, took out a picnic cloth and spread it on the ground.

Then sat down and took out the ...... Barbecue and cold beer.

The barbecue is all skewered with sauce and turned on the grill for a while, and then it starts to squeak and squeak. The golden grease fell on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and white smoke.

The beer is also all cold, so it's a great time to drink it in this weather. Shifting the grill to its lower position, Asker continued to spin the grill while watching the battlefield below.

I happened to see a tall highland swordsman, who cut off the ghoul's head with a single sword, and roared loudly with his oil-painted face.

"Good!" Aske nodded, the decapitation just now was indeed very beautiful - especially in the awkward position of the ghoul lying on the ground, it was still difficult to cut off the neck accurately.

He took a bite of the beef skewer and felt the fragrant fat burst out from between his tongue, and every taste bud on his tongue was happy.

Eating and drinking slowly, the time gradually came to noon, and the war below was still not over.

Of course, it can't be over, because the undead have no concept of truce.

As long as the undead don't take the initiative to retreat, of course, the Plantagenet can't retreat, otherwise they will retreat to the fortress, and the undead will chase after them, and the people in the fortress will never dare to open the door to the mercenaries.

From the morning to the present, everyone has not eaten a drop of water, and they are already hungry, thirsty, and their throats seem to be burning. However, the undead had no intention of retreating, and everyone had to continue to curse angrily, continuing to press the fighting front line forward in an attempt to crush the will of the commander in the rear of the undead army.

Although it is known that in the eyes of the commander, ordinary undead soldiers are simply not worth anything.

McGregory is the most combative macho among the Highland swordsmen, and he wears the most medals of honor on his skirt. Each medal represents surviving a vicious battle.

However, even he couldn't stand the high-intensity battle for several hours in a row, and he only felt that the stomach acid seemed to burn a hole in his stomach. undead.

"Mike!" While the lobster gunmen raised the barrels of their guns again, the highland swordsmen hurriedly retreated to give way to the firing line, and suddenly a companion beside them exclaimed.

"Huh?" McGree immediately looked left and right to see if some stealthy undead banshee had come to sneak up.

"Look at the hillside over there!" "Is there a man there?" ”

"People?" McGree followed his direction.

His eyesight was excellent, and sure enough, he saw a man standing on the hillside, holding a ...... in his hand

Meat skewers? Still eating?

Nima! McGregory cursed. Is this guy here for a spring outing?

We are fighting to the death below, and you run to the mountains to eat barbecue and watch us sweat and bleed?!

As the news spread among the retreating Highland swordsmen, Asker, who was on the hillside, suddenly realized it and silently took a sip of a cold beer.

Well, it worked.

After another volley, the lobster spearmen began to change ammunition, and the highland swordsmen rushed back into the battlefield with a furious shout, fighting the undead in a wild and furious posture, and at the same time began to curse in their mouths:

"Die!"

"Tell you to eat barbecue!"

"Master beat you to rotten meat!"

This round of offensive was so fast that the undead front was a little unable to support it, and it was hit several gaps by the highland swordsmen.

The rhythmic sound of drums came from the rear again, signaling that the Highland swordsmen should retreat, and the lobster spearmen were ready to fire a salvo.

So they struck a few swords at the corpses around them, and then turned and ran again, raising their middle fingers towards the hill on the way.

The lobster spearmen who were aiming at it, of course, also noticed the uniform gesture of the highland swordsmen, and couldn't help but glance towards the hill with their eyes.

Barbecue, beer, ...... These lobster spearmen couldn't help but scold their mothers in their hearts.

Standing here for a long time to maintain a formation, holding a rifle flat, and bearing a huge recoil force is also a lot of physical exertion for the lobster spearmen, and it is not inferior to the highland swordsmen who repeatedly charge - even if the upper body is hot, at least the lower body is still cool.

At this time, the lobster gunners had already wet their faces with sweat, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water. Not only did he have to endure the heat and fatigue, but he also had to suffer from hunger and thirst.

Not far from here, someone is feasting on skewers and beer...... Immediately, someone wanted to give him an impulse.

After the volley, the Highland swordsmen went down again, and next to the line of lobster gunmen, the lookouts, who were also sweating, were staring at Aske on the opposite hillside, so angry that they were about to crush their teeth.

"Bring me my gun!" He turned his head and yelled.

The military servant who was in charge of carrying the bullets hurriedly took his rifle.

Of course, lookouts are also equipped with guns, but most of the time they don't shoot. After all, they had to monitor the battlefield at all times, and if the enemy tried to make a detour, they had to notify the commander in time to adjust the line.

However, the lookout could no longer bear it. The other party was eating and drinking on the other side, and was still indifferent when he was warned by the highland swordsmen with the middle finger, and it was clear that he was here to mock their Plantagenet mercenary group.

Personally, I was humiliated because it was small, and the team was despised and that was the big thing. No, you must kill him!

He took the rifle, loaded it, held the handle against his shoulder, and pressed his eyes to the magnification, locked on the face of the young man on the opposite hillside, and the lookout hand could even see the oil stains on the corners of the other man's mouth, and felt his stomach cramp.

A gunshot rang out!

"Good!" A few voices rang out in the line of the lobster spearmen, and everyone's hearts were full of revenge.

Although in order to maintain the front and the suppression of the battlefield, everyone could not get out of their position to shoot the man, but seeing that the lookout avenged everyone, everyone was also quite relieved.

Then the gunmen saw the man pushing the oven out of the smoke rising from the opposite hillside, changing to a better vantage point, and continuing to eat and drink.