The Ministry of Defense should be grateful for the miracle of the Creator, the vast majority of the Western Continent belongs to the terrain of the plains, and only on the eagle's head there is a mountainous terrain.

This makes it easy for the two weapons to be used in the Hawksbill region, after all, these weapons were never designed with the intention that they would one day be able to fight across the sea.

So when they were first designed, these war machines were designed to follow the plains of the Empire, and they were not suitable for use in the mountains.

When the decisive battle came, Durin did not want to go to the battlefield to observe it up close, whether it was a tragic war or not, when the two weapons carrying platforms were in place in advance, the outcome of the war was already doomed.

The Department of Defense had frenzied to unload all the guns, all the interfaces of each war machine were connected to twenty-millimeter guns, there were eight of them on each platform, and the excess space was filled with ammunition, a full five base ammunition reserves.

These cannons are a scythe of death for unarmored infantry units, and in the last war against the Federation, the Arms Company received some data showing that a 20mm cannon shell could penetrate at least five unprotected human bodies within the effective kill range.

Even some ordinary light armor can be destroyed very quickly.

These things were designed purely to deal with infantry, and their decent rate of fire made them a nightmare for all infantry, and now, in this savage land, they will make a name for themselves.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the two sides had entered the decisive battlefield in accordance with local regulations, which they did very well, locking the decisive battlefield in advance to avoid the migration caused by the strategic transfer maneuver, which would make the weapon carrying platform unable to keep up with the transfer speed of the infantry.

In the face of the "coalition army" that can barely see the edges, the people on the side of Luluhado are obviously a little pitiful, and the tenfold gap is quite difficult to make up after the base is magnified to a certain extent.

On one side there are valleys full of pit indigenous coalition soldiers, and on the other side there are a few poor and sparse outsiders troops, even if Luluhado is very confident in Durin and the Imperial Army, at this moment his legs and stomach are a little weak and trembling.

If he wasn't afraid that the officers around him would look down on him, and he still wanted to maintain his weak dignity, maybe he would have asked someone to send him home by now.

I wouldn't have come if I had known...... , but after thinking about it, Luluhado became sensible again.

This battle will determine whether or not he will be able to form an indigenous government, and the future and fate of him and his children, who are wise among the natives who know that if they lose their worth, they will be abandoned by the imperials.

Therefore, this battle must be won, and it must be won cleanly, only then can he be more valuable to be co-opted, even if the people who are really in charge of the battle are the people of the Empire.

Glancing at the calm and calm colonel officer beside him, Luluhado straightened his face, took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and after thinking carefully for about five minutes, he put it away.

He loves this little accessory, not only to look good, to show his unique identity, but also to know exactly where and under any circumstances it is.

The only inconvenient part was that there was a needle moving all the time, and it would take him a certain amount of time to be able to recognize the exact time.

There are still ten minutes left before the start of the decisive battle.

The heart kept speeding up and increasing the intensity, giving him the terrible illusion that his heart would jump out of his throat when he opened his mouth.

There are also people with such hallucinations in the opposite camp, Kazhazan has been running around like an old dog for the past few months, and this time he finally gathered so many people, just to completely annihilate these outsiders, and then drive out the other outsiders.

The dormant place of the Demon God is not to be disturbed by these outsiders, and they do not understand that once the Demon God awakens, the entire world will be destroyed.

These stupid, despicable strangers!

After a long and short wait, the sound of bull horns and deep sounds suddenly sounded, the parchment drums were beaten, and some priests with hideous and terrifying masks with indigenous characteristics ran out, and they began to dance around some campfires.

This is a ritual of the native natives before the battle begins, like the "Gudrak" as the Empire would say, but their manifestations are a little more complicated.

Each of the native warriors had a solemn expression on their faces, and when the ceremony was over, the low and mellow voice of the horns suddenly turned high, and they immediately roared and moved.

Without any rules, no tactics, no formation, just ran towards the opponent so simply and directly.

At the front of the line, some natives held their semi-automatic rifles in their hands, far higher than the top of their heads, a gesture that made even the well-trained Imperial soldiers laugh out loud on the battlefield.

If this wasn't a battle that represented merit and promotion, they might suspect that maybe it was just someone else's joke!

But war is war, and no matter how it manifests, it cannot hide its cruelty.

When the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred meters, the weapon-carrying platforms that had been hidden in the jungle on both sides began to fire.

The bullet, which was thicker than a thumb, turned hot and red from the moment it left the muzzle of the cannon, and the red dots fell in the crowd, tearing a gap and piercing several meters deep.

Hundreds of people were killed before the natives could react, and the chiefs of the various tribes who were standing in the rear waiting for the results, as well as the smiles on Kazhazan's faces, turned into horrified expressions.

They couldn't understand how the two huge guys managed to do it, maybe it was witchcraft and magic.

But at this moment, even if they want to do something, there is nothing they can do.

The voice of a single person could not be heard on the battlefield, except for the roaring and wailing and screaming, only the rhythmic sound of the cannon was left.

tong... tong... tong... tong... tong... tong...

The sound was like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper as he came to earth, and it was like the whistle of his scythe.

The colonel's officer watched as the native coalition forces began to fled, and he had the flag bearer wave his flag, and the infantry began to enter the battlefield.

It doesn't make sense that so many feats of battle should be taken away by the people of the mechanical platoon, isn't it?

And with so many feats, everyone can get a lot of profits, even if they didn't shoot, they just ran behind these natives' butts!

In just three minutes, at least more than 1,000 indigenous warriors died on the battlefield, and the collapse of the two wings led to the collapse of the entire army.

At this time, in the minds of the chiefs in the rear and in the minds of Kazhazan, there was only one thought.

It's over, it's all over!

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