They want to rely on numbers to crush us. Seeing those black orcs stubbornly marching towards the square in a phalanx, Marin shook his head - if it was a hundred years ago, the black orcs could indeed use this method to fight against the human legion, and even they would have a high probability of winning - because in the era of cold weapons, a black orc could fight against two or three humans without even falling behind.

But today, when humans use muskets to confront the black orcs, the times have changed not only the way of war, but also the fate of both sides.

The shells of the field artillery hit the phalanx of the black orcs, bringing up a lot of flesh and blood, but the black orcs were moving on.

"Your Excellency, the cannon fires from a great distance." There were bear people running down to the top of the hill, their heads bowed and waiting for Marin's instructions.

"Wait for their Chinese army to reach the position of three hundred yards." After Marlin finished speaking, the bear man turned and ran towards his gun crew.

Marin watched the second round of artillery fire fall, and this time, there was some commotion in the ranks of the Black Orcs - these monsters were able to face the shelling without collapsing, and it was obvious that they had not experienced the extreme rate of fire of 12 rounds a minute of light field guns, and the bears, as high-powered orcs, could even achieve 14 or 15 rounds per minute.

And if Marlin lets the twigs do it, he can do a terrible 20 rounds per minute.

Of course, Marin didn't want to crush the Black Orcs right now - after all, tens of thousands of pigs couldn't be caught at once.

Today, humanity is bound to completely wipe out this wave of black orc warfare.

The doubts in the black orc's battle tide were quickly calmed down, and they began to speed up.

The battle flag held by Marin paused: "The last row, over the top of the hill!" ”

The herald turned and ran towards the top of the hill, and then very quickly, the warband belonging to the head of Artem jumped over the top of the hill, and then descended the road, finally to the first line.

"Raise your gun!" Marin shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the entire front with the help of the technique.

The command of the subordinate commanders was no longer needed, and the soldiers on the front line began to raise their guns.

The black orcs began to accelerate.

The giant bats began to charge towards the top of the mound, but soon they became the best targets, and the longbowmen of the Wood Elves were what they did best at shooting large monsters.

When the last bat lost its strength and fell in front of the line, Marin's left hand swung down: "Fire." ”

In response to Marin's uniform firing sound, the smokeless gunpowder did not obscure the battlefield, and the front row of the black beast could be seen falling to the ground in a very neat motion like a wheat that had been cut down.

"Five Rapid Fire!"

Then a succession of gunshots rang out, and row after row of black orcs fell.

In the central phalanx, the black orc phalanx standing in the first column lost nearly half of its members.

There was a horn sound on the line of the black orcs, and the black orcs began to run.

Artyom's regiments retreated in unity, and they began to reload.

And the 1st Regiment of Artave's division was still at the forefront, they quickly reloaded, and then, at Marin's order, raised their muskets and fired freely.

The rapid-fire cannon began to fire, focusing on the phalanx on the right that Marin had previously marked.

Marin began to raise the flag again, and Carol, as a reserve, jumped over the top of the hill and joined the right side of the first case.

The mages' fireblast spells began to attack, and together with the field cannons, they threw the beastmen into the air again and again.

A rain of arrows rose from behind the phalanx of the Black Orcs.

Inserting the battle flag into the ground, Marin raised his hands in the air, and the strong wind blew those arrows away in the next second.

The arrows continued to rise into the air, but each time, they were blown away by the strong winds of Marin.

The soldiers were first surprised, then cheered, and then the soldiers on the entire line of the line grew taller and taller.

The black orcs were advancing, bleeding with every step, those black orcs holding shields were still holding shields when they were knocked down by bullets, the shield arrays formed were shattered by cannonballs, black orc warlocks were killed by mages who were several times their size, and those black orcs who were throwing arrows at long ranges were exhausted and had to face a fruitless end.

But in the next second, a group of field guns and longbowmen with their muzzles raised spread death fairly towards them.

Marin stopped the mages from trying to place the fossilized mud area, and raised the battle flag.

The mages began to add to the killing of the beastmen with mass destruction techniques.

The Black Orcs were still advancing, even if their pace was getting slower, even if their eyes were getting bloodthirsty.

But what Marlin saw was their numb and confused expressions, as if they were wondering, why couldn't they rush in front of these humans without stopping?

Because times have changed.

"Soldiers in the first row!" The technique helped Marin's voice spread throughout the battlefield: "Bayonet!" ”

The soldiers of the Atav division immediately stopped firing, pulled out the bayonet in the bayonet pouch at their waist and put it on the bayonet mount of the muzzle.

Then there are the Wehrmacht soldiers.

"Onward! Shoot! Pick up thorns! After Marin finished speaking, a flash of light flashed in his left hand, and the soldiers in the first row found themselves wearing a layer of armor.

Marlin pulled out his revolver and stepped forward, pulling the trigger at the black orcs in the distance.

Then the gunshots rang out, and the roaring black orcs fell down again in succession, and spears were thrown, but they could no longer get an inch a few centimeters around Marin, and they finally fell to the ground.

Marin strolls, he finds a new victim for the revolver in his hand, just throws a spear, only to find that the black orc who failed to kill the target is still puzzled, and the bullet burrows into its eye socket, turning it into the new fertilizer of the grassland beneath its feet.

Behind him, the human soldiers also began to accelerate, when the second salvo knocked down the black orcs in a row, when the human soldiers crashed headlong into the scattered team of black orcs after the third salvo, and stabbed all the black orcs who dared to resist to death with bayonets, as if something had been triggered, the black orcs no longer roared, but dropped their shields and long knives in their hands, and began to turn and flee.

"Invincible!" Marin shot the revolver in his empty hand, and Fio on the side handed over a revolver full of bullets, Marlin raised the battle flag while shooting at those cowards: "Forward!" Guards! ”

What this world needs is that civilization will eventually defeat barbarism, what it needs is kindness to defeat evil thoughts, and what it needs is a hand to write justice.

………………

Sitting on the military horse, watching the young man at the foot of the mound holding the battle flag, meeting the black orcs in a single line, and finally pushing the morale of the black orcs to the bottom, the Anonymous Holy Son wiped the corners of his eyes.

While the kid named Marin said that the Black Orcs were not to be feared, Viktor Rezenov was still thinking that when the Black Orcs broke through the defenses, he would lead his knights around the Black Orcs' warlock regiment - this was the only choice for the Church of Justice to fight against the Black Orcs in this centuries-old city.

In Victor's life, there are too many companions who have left him because of this—a dangerous battle, a stray arrow, a flying spear, which can leave friends at any time, let lovers die, let companions become memories in photos and paintings, and make happiness a past that needs to be remembered.

But today, he witnessed a boy fulfill his vows.

Like in the story, at a speed that Victor couldn't believe at all, there was perfection that Victor had never seen before.

"Lord Victor......" The cavalry commander on the side asked softly, puzzled.

"Well, it's finally our turn, guys! Helmet! Lord Marlin orders us to cut off the heads of the Black Orcs! Forward ......" After saying this, before putting on the helmet, Viktor Rezenov added.

"Invincible!"

Artyom was going crazy - he had thought a lot, as an old friend of Artave, he had even prepared the whole regiment to fight out, and he and his companions were ready to take charge of the aftermath.

But at this moment of victory, he still has some ...... Yes, overwhelmed.

The revolver in his hand had long since been emptied, and now he was still a shotgun given to him by the captain of his own guard, and he led his direct company to follow His Excellency Marin.

Yes, Your Excellency, this young man won an incredible victory in his first leadership in his life.

With twelve Wehrmacht warbands and a Guards division as the backbone, they crushed the fierce black orc battle tide head-on!

Tens of thousands of Black Orcs run like Salomon on the plains! And their casualties are minimal!

When a volley of guns and bayonets once again shattered the small group of black orcs that were trying to block them, Artem and his soldiers quickened to keep up with the young man.

"Invincible!" He echoed so loudly.

The leader of the Wood Elves, who had lowered his longbow, looked at the young half-breed with a complicated expression.

When he had spoken his mind before, the Wood Elf thought that the kid must have seen too much of the knight.

But when it was all in the eyes of all, as he had said, and when the black orc tide was on the verge of defeat, the leader of the Wood Elves faced up to what the half-breed had said.

Technology changes lives, and muskets and cannons can change the tide of war.

Thinking of this, the leader of the wood elves glanced at the sky.

Someday, we will once again be free from the shackles of gravity...... The wood elf, who had lived for two hundred years, finally smiled.

If the future of humanity is driven by a wise and wise person like Lord Marin, whether it is a wood elf or someone else, there will be a place to show their talents.

"Invincible." He said this, just as in those days, the races of the civilized world were united under that banner and faced the tide of death.

Looking at her brother holding the battle flag, Maya was a little ...... I don't dare to admit it.

The figure of his brother has become so tall at this moment, so many people follow him and believe in him.

A lady from the Church of Love came to her to congratulate Maya, and Maya hurriedly returned the courtesy.

There was some confusion, but Maya was still very happy, because it was Marin's brother, although he couldn't call him brother anymore, but ...... Because of this, she was able to show the transformation of her identity with him.

Maya will become Marin's best support, and only in this way will she not live up to the encounter that day.

Looking at the battle situation in front of her, Lulu didn't know how to put pen to paper, Lord Marin cleanly defeated the black orc battle tide in front of him, and the young night watchman girl watched the knights bypass the battle formation from the right side, and then completely split the black orc's phalanx like a hot knife cut into butter, their attack was the last straw that broke the black orc's confidence.

The girl thought for a moment and kicked the large canine spirit at her feet, who looked up at her master.

"How do you write this damn report?" Its owner so sighed.

Then she raised her hands again with great joy.

"Invincible!"

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