"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a month since you entered the officer training class of the factory guard, and many of you should actually answer this exam paper I gave you today, such as Abic, you are a dwarf, and you have been fighting with living corpses in the Eastern Kingdom for ten years, so you should know their habits."

The young instructor on the stage said with a smile.

The dwarf in the audience raised his left hand and nodded: "It's just good at working hard, sir." ”

"Yes, you're all good at working hard, Tonkin, I remember that you are from the Eastern Kingdom in the north of the Great Wasteland, you must know your old opponent Black Orcs very well."

"Yes." The young man nodded.

"Tell me what they would do if it was an ambush from the Black Orcs, and what we would do."

"Their range is not good, my advice is to stay away from the possible ambush area, so that even if the black orc ambush is really there, we will not be caught off guard by them." The young man said in a confident tone.

"What if a friendly army is assaulted?" The mentor asked.

"Control the soldiers of the friendly army, tell them to form a formation, humans can't outrun the black orcs, if they are ambushed, they can only survive in death, kill one to save their capital, and kill two to earn."

"That's why our Lord Marlin is willing to make these new weapons, with them, you don't need to think about whether to save your capital or make money, just kill them all!" AFTER SPEAKING, THE MENTOR PICKED UP THE MUSKET ON THE TABLE: "IN THIS OPERATION, YOUR SOLDIERS WILL BE ABLE TO USE THIS LATEST MUSKET, A MAGAZINE OF 20 ROUNDS, AND A 9MM CALIBER FULL-POWER BULLET!" You don't need to pull the bolt, just pull the trigger, and you can kill those black orcs with ease! Technology changes lives! ”

………………

I still remember that my mentor had a saint-like smile and was a firepower theorist.

The young man looked at the black orc in front of him, he took out the scroll on his waist, activated it at the same time, and pulled the trigger on a black orc who was still in the shooting realm: "Disperse!" Beware of spear throwing! ”

Although I think the firepower theory is too extravagant, but to be honest, when it comes to war, the bigger the guy, the more reliable it does.

The Black Orc's ambush is simple - the enemy approaches, then charges, and their rear row throws short spears - their crossbowmen will follow the forward into close combat, because their bows and arrows have no accuracy at long distances, so holding a bow and crossbow to charge close to the enemy and then shooting, and then joining the battle is the most common means of the Black Orcs.

There might be some black orc warlock in the rear, but it was clearly not Tholtkin's responsibility now, the raised stone wall kept the spear thrown from its master, and the young man used the wall as cover to shoot at his left flank—there were a large number of Wehrmacht soldiers on the right, who were able to block at least for a while, a comparison he made on the basis of his own factory guard.

And on the left, there are more black orcs rushing out of the woodland.

The comrades behind him had begun to block the shooting at this time, and many black orcs fell to the ground, but more black orcs rushed into the Wehrmacht queue, and the Wehrmacht soldiers who had no time to shoot did not hesitate to start forming a group, fighting the black orcs with long-barreled musket bayonets, often a Wehrmacht soldier just stabbed a black orc, he would be cut in two by the cold weapon from the side.

"Cover each other's flanks! Drop off some people to reload! Tonkin yelled, throwing away the empty revolver, he ran out of the stone wall, took out the musket from the soldiers who had been thrown axes and flew on the side, pulled the bolt and looked at the bullet bay, it was fine, there were bullets.

Reset the bolt, Tonkin raised the gun, the first bullet pierced the forehead of the black orc who was picking up a soldier with a spear, and just nailed the soldier to the ground, he was lifted open by the bullet in the back of the head, and at the same time as he fell, Tonkin unlocked the bolt with his index finger and threw the shell, locked it with his thumb to reset, and at the same time pulled the trigger again with his middle finger.

The black orc, who was wielding a blood-stained war knife in the hole, was shot in the chest, and it lost its strength to look at Tonkin, and then was stabbed into the eye socket by a soldier with a bayonet, and at the same time he was stabbed down, Tonkin had completed the reset, and at the same time, the muzzle of the gun moved to the left, and the black orc, who was tearing off a soldier's arm, was shot in the chest, and the black orc did not fall because of this, so the next second, the second bullet came out of the chamber and drilled into the black orc's chest again, and this time the murderer finally fell to his knees.

Pulling the bolt quickly, Tonkin opened fire on a black orc archer who rushed out of the woodland, who was shooting at him, in this confrontation, technology completely took the initiative, the bullet flew through the scuffle crowd, burrowed into the black orc's abdomen, the unbalanced archer released the string, and the arrow that completely deviated from the target finally got into the back of the black orc who was testing each other with the three soldiers, and when the guy howled in pain, three bayonets stabbed it in the chest, stabbing it directly to the ground.

The ten-round bay allowed Torah to continue to fire rapidly, this time pointing his gun at the black orc who was exchanging punches with the Wehrmacht commander - Tonkin really didn't think that the noble regimental commander still had a few brushes.

The bullet burrowed into the side of the black orc's skull, and the black orc, who had lost its strength, fell as the commander who had snatched the sword from his hand howled and launched a counter-charge, and his guards screamed wildly and collided with his regimental commander and a group of black orc archers who rushed out of the woodland, and the soldier who was carried down by the arrow and the black orc who had not had time to change weapons and was stabbed by the bayonet quickly turned into motionless corpses on the ground.

Tonkin heard the whistle: "Don't go into the woodland!" He shouted loudly - it was the warning sound of the six-barreled cannon being prepared.

While running to the regimental commander, he shouted, and Tonkin, who had emptied the bullets, reached out to catch the bullet clip thrown by the soldiers: "Thank you! ”

"No thanks! The guns are shooting fast, and why don't go into the woodland, we're getting back on the ground. The veteran said as he learned to shoot quickly—much slower than Tonkin's, but at close to medium range, he was far faster than his comrades.

"Our cannons are preparing to strike at the edge of the woodland, if you don't want to die at the hands of your own people, don't go!" After saying that, Tonkin came behind the regimental commander who was about to rush to the woodland again: "Your Excellency! We retreated! ”

"Where?" The nobleman turned his head, and this time he didn't launch his roar.

"Our cannons are ready, they'll cover the edge of the woodland, and our men must retreat to the other side of the roadbed, or we'll be in danger of being accidentally injured by that thing's fire!"

"I'm not afraid of the bullets in your musket! My muscles were even able to squeeze it out! After saying that, these regimental commanders reached out and took out an arrow from his waist: "Look! The arrows of the black orcs can't hurt me! ”

"It's a 20mm bullet! Excellency! Tonkin replied loudly.

"20 What?" The transcendent was stunned for a moment.

"20 millimeters, so big." Tonkin gestured with his hand: "At least you shrink here!" The black orcs over there are almost outflanked! Tonkin said as he looked behind him.

The commander glanced behind him and saw that the black orcs were making their way around them towards the top of the mound, a small part of them flanking behind.

“…… I'll listen to you this time! Fall back! Retreat to the other side of the road! Maybe we should talk to the old men of the church! Yes! That's great! Watching the wall of fire rise between them and the black orcs, a smile finally appeared on the head of the regiment's hideous face.

"Great!" Tonkin retreated, emptying his bullets, and then he saw that the Wehrmacht veteran who had broken with him had been hit by an arrow in the abdomen, and no one had pulled him when he fell to the ground.

"Cover me!" The young man shouted, throwing away his musket, drawing another revolver and running towards the veteran.

Two shots knocked out the black orcs who were approaching him, and a third shot slammed another black orc, and Tonkin came to the veteran's side, reached out and grabbed his shoulder strap, and held him back hard.

"Can you still shoot?"

"Three more bullets, boy, you're killing yourself!" The veteran gritted his teeth and pulled the bolt to complete the shell throwing.

"How long have you been in the service?" Tonkin asked, and at the same time the fourth bullet hit the black orc's leg, and the axe, which was holding the axe, had no idea that it would be shot in the calf, so it screamed and fell, and the axe that came out of his hand scraped down its companion.

"I remember I joined the army when I was fourteen years old, and at that time His Majesty the King, who followed us, was able to eat meat once a week!" The veteran changed his target and put the head of the guy next to the black orc with the axe on his back into the hole.

Before he could pull the trigger, a bullet from the top of the hill broke the black orc in two, and then the rows of black orcs fell to the ground as if they had been cut by a scythe.

The whole battlefield was suffocated, and there was a dull gunshot.

Several rows of black orcs rushed out of the woodland were harvested, and the closer ones were carried down by bullets from all directions.

"We now have meat every day." Tonkin saw the black orcs of the north, magical, semi-automatic muskets reaping them mercilessly.

"Black Orc Warlock!" Tonkin heard the panicked cries of the veteran, and he looked to the edge of the woodland and saw some large shields, which the black orcs were holding up, apparently to cover their warlocks.

Then Tonkin heard a tom, and soon a few more came from behind him.

"Warlock, this kind of guy who is out of touch with the times is not to be feared." Tonkin laughed.

"You're crazy...... the veteran watched the explosion before he could finish speaking, and the blast wave and shrapnel from behind the shield array tore the entire area to shreds, and the blood mist was raised.

Perhaps the remnants of the Black Orcs began to retreat, perhaps from the pain, but soon, Tonkin saw a fire burning behind the woods—the casters could easily burn a small piece of woodland to death along with the Black Orcs in it, but a large spell like this took time, and they bought time for the casters.

"Times have changed, old man." Tonkin dragged the Wehrmacht veteran down the roadbed and handed him over to the factory guard medical team who had come running.

"Well done, boy, like a proper commissar." The dwarf, carrying a medical kit and a helmet with the insignia of the Church of Love, high-fived Tonkin as he ran past him.

The regimental commander came over at this time: "I apologize to you for my stupidity and stubbornness just now...... I, I'm such an idiot. ”

"Your Excellency, no one is a hero from the beginning, and the muskets you gave your soldiers are good, and I remember that they are still the standard rifles of the Guard."

"Yes, I exchanged it for my soldiers through connections, and it cost me 120,000 Mowis for it."

"Five hundred and one, that's not a small amount." Tonkin pulled out his cigarette case, took a cigarette from it, and handed it to the nobleman—although he did hate the nobleman, the young man witnessed the nobleman's bravery, and he was not afraid of the black orcs.

The Mentor had said that there were only one's own and the enemy on the battlefield, and Tonkin knew that he was one of his own.

"Thanks, is it Fort Carter's tobacco?"

"Yes, each person gets ten sticks every six months." The young man said as he took out his lighter and prepared to light one for his own man: "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Tonkin Biskek, I escaped from the Eastern Kingdom, and the Black Orcs burned my home. ”

"Ron Salman, your perks are so good, this cigarette tastes so good." Lighting a cigarette, the nobleman sighed: "I really should listen to a professional like you, this battle is embarrassing." ”

"You said you hadn't seen a black orc here in three hundred years, and I don't think you could be blamed for that." Since this person has said so, Tonkin has also decided not to do the thing of not opening the pot and mentioning the pot.

Besides, it was not his turn for the Wehrmacht to take charge.

"Yes, there are cooks in the cooking class with the army." Tonkin said as he noticed that his medical officer had pulled out a blanket and that the Wehrmacht veteran had stopped breathing.

"The arrow tore a tumor in his abdomen, and we couldn't save him." The medical officer said, looking at Tonkin.

The young man looked at the veteran in silence until Commander Ron Salman came over: "His name is Karl...... Thirty years of service in the regiment, damn it, I saw his son bring his grandson to see him last year. ”

"Didn't he retire?" Tonkin asked, turning his head.

"Someone from the Sidney family must join the army, and the substitutes of the major churches, the cultivators of the Church of the Goddess of the Harvest, the healers of the Church of Love, and the clergy of the Church of Justice will be considered equal." Ron said.

"Then ...... he died" "If there are sacrifices in the family, they will be exempted from military service for seven years."

Hearing this answer, Tonkin sighed inwardly.

It may sound unkind, but compared to the Eastern Kingdoms, Sidney's military service is already very good.

Thinking of this, Tonkin glanced at the cigarette case with a cigarette in his hand, and finally knelt down on one knee at the old man's side and put the cigarette case on his chest along with the lighter.

This is the way of the Eastern Kingdoms, where the dead should have the last cigarette or the last pot of wine.

In the City Guard, alcohol is not allowed during battles, so ...... I hope you like cigarettes, old man.