"Three companies, advance fifty meters!" On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the battle between humans and greenskins is being staged: "One! Two! One! ”

The soldiers, who had only been trained for half a year, were still digging in the fields at this time last year, but now they are part of the line infantry, standing on the front line against the green barbarians of the north.

Officers in black overcoats and metal armor command their soldiers in their voices, marching forward in unison.

They wore black uniforms, and on the snowy plains, they were like dark clouds passing through.

According to the infantry drill compiled by the Loess District, the most important thing these aboriginal peasant soldiers do every day is how to walk out of a uniform pace and form a queue.

Each player who has passed officer training will lead two hundred aboriginal soldiers to form a Dalian formation, and strictly enforce tactical orders on the battlefield according to the chain of command.

It is also the smallest unit in the entire battlefield, and given the current power of gunpowder weapons, any unit with less than a hundred men will not be able to form a sufficient density of fire.

The range of the battlefield that can be seen so far alone is filled with no less than a hundred Dalian advancing, and their enemies are incalculable number of green skins.

The white mist emitted by the black powder when it was activated filled the battlefield, not only making it difficult for mortals to breathe, but also obscuring their vision.

The player officer is not even sure if the team he is commanding has moved to the right position, if they are walking in a straight line, if they are lined up in a neat enough line?

"Get ready to shoot!" The player officer raised his command knife and chanted three times to make sure the soldiers heard his command: "Raise your gun!" ”

Two hundred muskets were raised, and they were divided into two rows, the front and rear, and when the first platoon finished firing, the second platoon would shoot after three breaths.

The line infantry in the Loess area extravagantly used silk as the material for combustible shells, turning gunpowder and projectiles into a whole, greatly increasing the speed of musket excitation, without worrying that the barrel would be blocked if the cartridge case did not burn completely.

These soldiers, who have been trained for half a year, can be reloaded in less than 20 seconds if they can play their condition normally, thus forming a continuous wave of attacks.

But this is almost impossible to do on the battlefield, let alone a line soldier, and even a player who is an officer cannot guarantee that he will play calmly on the battlefield.

In particular, most of these officers have only been trained in the reserves, and their grades are mediocre and their low scores are floating.

The real elite troops, active military players, and even those who excelled in the reserves were moved to other fronts.

The entire loess region is like a sea urchin with teeth and claws, attacking everywhere along the long national border, igniting the flames of war.

"Prepare with the military mage!" From the chain of command came the order of the senior officer: "The wind rises!" ”

The player officer felt a breeze blowing from back to front, bringing fresh air, and the wind gradually increased, finally blowing away the thick white fog in front of him.

This time, both the officers and the line infantry saw five million chaotic enemies, stinking green-skinned brutes.

Despite the corpses of the green-skinned brutes strewn across the ground, the new enemy let out a roar of excitement without healing: "aaagh! Little shrimp is killed! ”

These green barbarians, dressed in simple leather armor, were like savages, some carrying iron axes, others carrying arm-thick tree trunks and went to battle.

They dodged the warriors like gangsters, but it was these green skins that would send millions south every winter to attack the northern frontier of the Song Empire.

Generations of dynasties before and after have worked hard to repair the great city wall that stretches for tens of thousands of miles in the frontier, and for hundreds of years, the blood of green skin and human blood have painted and soaked this city wall.

These green barbarians were a lifelong nightmare for the northern people of the Song Empire, and once they broke through a certain section of the city wall, panic would occur in most of the northern regions.

They eat everything, they grab everything, they are born to fight, there is almost no other pursuit, and they are either working in the dry frame or walking on the road of the dry frame all their lives.

Since the founding of the Song Empire, this was almost the first time that the army had stepped out of the protection of the great city walls and faced the onslaught of the green-skinned barbarians.

"Phew! Bang! Bang! A barrage of gunfire rang out next to the player's officer, but at a distance of nearly five hundred meters, there was no threat to Greenskin.

Several nervous soldiers disobeyed the order and opened fire privately.

"Stop firing and wait for the order to fire!" The player's officer's face was also sweating, his heart was beating faster, and there was a hint of tremor in his tone, the reality of this game can sometimes make people forget reality, but he still roared in a sharp tone: "If there are any more people who fire without permission, they will be handed over to the town government soldiers!" ”

The town government soldiers, which are the low-level version of the political commissar in the game, are served by high-level players, dealing with all violations of military discipline, and they are also the strongest shock force when occupying the critical moment.

A commando team of all-transcendents, well-armed and skillful, disregarding casualties, is a deterrent to both the enemy and their own natives.

The player officer saw that the green barbarians did not have any formation to speak of, and rushed over in a mess under the command of several large green barbarians.

His eyes narrowed into a line, constantly calculating the distance between the two sides, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, the strong and powerful muscles of the green skin and the overwhelming number, mixed with a suffocating stench.

The line infantrymen's knees were trembling, but they didn't dare to run away, and half a year of training let them know that there was still a chance to survive in the face of the enemy, and that being a deserter would be a dead end.

One hundred and fifty meters!

The player officer saw that the Greenskinned Barbarian had crossed the line of death, and at that distance, the musket hit almost halfway there: "Fire!" ”

Not only the three companies under his command, but the entire front was more than fifteen kilometers, and the line infantry team of more than 100,000 people faced the green-skinned onslaught of more than 300,000 head-on!

The musket spewed lethal projectiles, and the strong muscles were useless in front of the force of the gunpowder, easily torn apart, and most of the greenskins could not resist such force.

The greenskinned barbarians who rushed to the front poured a piece of it in unison, and before the greenskins could slow down and figure out how these little shrimps had hurt themselves, the line infantry in the back row had already opened fire again.

Death spread among the greenskins, and this round of blows caused at least more than 10,000 casualties to the opposing side.

However, this is a magical world after all, and the taller green-skinned boss is not afraid of the new toys of the human shrimps, and the buckshot can't even penetrate their muscles!

However, there are not only two warring sides on the battlefield, the Chaos cultists hidden in the shadows are so excited that they convuls, and the corpses and blood all over the ground make it easier for them to communicate with the evil gods.

Restless psionic energy gathered over the battlefield, lightning and distorted air that unnerved even the stupidest of Greenskins.

As Ephilar said, the sea of psionic energy is boiling, the sense of chaotic existence is growing, war, death, intrigue, plague, desire, these emotions are all reinforcing the influence of evil gods on this world.

But there is no way to avoid it.

Ephilar thought that the scope of psionic agitation was only in the Far South colonies, but she was wrong, and the whole world was boiling.

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