The skeletal boars' frenzied destruction of minefields made them the first target of the armed eagle drones.

Two Armed Eagle drones dropped in altitude and smashed all the missiles under their wings on one of the skeletal boars.

The missile blew up the bones on the skeleton boar, but after the smoke cleared, the skeleton boar continued to roll over the ground with a piece of its body blown off.

After realizing that these huge monsters were probably not the role that the small missiles mounted on the drone could deal with, the operator in the rear decisively gave up the attack on the skeletal boar and turned to find other targets.

For example, there are many horse-drawn wagons in the army that are responsible for transporting supplies.

Unlike other undead forces, the army of the Eternal Cult with human followers also needs to carry a considerable amount of supplies.

Watching the armed eagle drones pounce on the baggage wagons in the middle of the army, the Skeleton King Eric Moore said coldly, "What a bunch of tiresome flying insects...... Archers, shoot them down for me! ”

Just around the baggage wagon, countless ghoul archers raised their Northland longbows in their hands, and the next moment, a dense rain of arrows flew towards the drones in the sky like locusts, and several unlucky eggs that flew too low were instantly shot back into the state of parts.

The undead of the Eternal Holy Cult, which has human craftsmen, are very well equipped, and undead archers that cannot be seen by other undead forces can be found everywhere in them.

The rest of the drones quickly increased in altitude, but there were still many high-level undead bows and arrows that were enough to hit them, so the drones could only choose a random target, launch the missiles as fast as they could, and then continue to climb.

When the drone climbed out of range of the archers, a group of human archers mixed with the ghoul archers arrogantly waved their Northland longbows at the drone, laughing and cursing all kinds of vulgar words.

In the next moment, a 152-millimeter grenade exploded in the midst of them, and the archers, who had just flaunted their might, flew into the sky in a mass of severed limbs and flesh, and then poured on the bodies of the surrounding undead.

A moment later, countless cannonballs smashed into the ranks of the undead! The sound of explosions resounded through Hell Valley.

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Behind a large barbed wire position supported by angle iron, a Type 54 152mm howitzer was densely placed on a simple firing position, and the shells were so brightly placed on the side for easy access, like a hill, surrounded by some small-caliber anti-aircraft guns to guard against possible gargoyles.

If it were on Earth, the artillery who dared to build a position like this could be dragged out and shot, but in Anglia at this time, everything was so logical.

It's bullying the undead and not knowing where the attack is coming from!

Soldiers in black uniforms, with blonde hair, white skin, and white Nordic appearance, shuttled through the artillery positions, and under the command of a few Chinese non-commissioned officers wearing Kwakfu's military uniforms, they carried shells, loaded them, and then fired them.

They were the newly formed "Thunder" Legion, a colonial legion made up entirely of Anglian natives except for the core officers.

Almost all of these people were once displaced refugees in the Black Thorn Region, and they joined the "Thunder" Legion in order to be fed, clothed, and paid for the "preferential treatment" in the recruitment announcement, and became an important component of the Storm Base in the northern defense line of Hell Valley.

Only a small percentage of the soldiers of the Thunder Legion had ever served as mercenaries, and the vast majority were farmers, hunters, and petty traders.

But no matter what kind of profession they were engaged in, after joining the "Thunder" legion, those skills were useless, and everything had to start from scratch.

Just over half a year is not enough for them to become qualified soldiers, and the hand-to-hand combat with the undead legion is certainly hopeless, but it is still possible to complete a simple artillery firing task under the command of a non-commissioned officer of Huaguo.

After all, these guns have been calibrated by the artillery of the base in advance, and the angle of the shelling can be determined only by checking the data on the prepared form according to the information transmitted from the front line.

And even such a simple job was done by the non-commissioned officers of Huaguo.

"Rusta, turn the angle down two degrees!"

"Yes! Sir! ”

As a rare person in the "Thunder" regiment who can be able to read and write, Rusta is very valued, and the non-commissioned officer of the Chinese state in his company allows him to take charge of an artillery.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and a shell was fired at a new angle.

Rusta didn't know exactly how much damage his shells had done to the undead, and he hadn't even seen an enemy ten kilometers away.

But Rusta had seen the horrors of a 152mm grenade exploding, and he swore he never imagined that the iron lumps that were carried around from his hands every day could have such earth-shattering destructive power!

With this kind of power, you can kill as many skeletons and ghouls as you come!

After watching his companions load up the new shells, Rusta closed the bolt and began to think about it.

"The cannonballs are so powerful, it shouldn't be a big problem to kill twenty skeletons in one shot, I've already fired seventeen cannonballs, so how many undead can I kill?

One shot is twenty, two shots are forty, and three shots should be sixty, damn it...... Seventeen rounds is too much to count!

Never mind! Anyway, I must have killed more than a hundred undead, and I can be considered a hero in the village! Well, a hero even more powerful than Lord Clos the Knight! ”

Just as Rusta was laughing stupidly, they heard the Chinese non-commissioned officer who commanded them shout loudly.

"The rate of fire is halved! Slow down! Slow down! Don't reload anymore! ”

Rusta, who was immersed in the delusion of becoming a great hero and riding a glorious horse to return home, suddenly looked at the non-commissioned officer in a daze.

"Sir, we're not tired! In fact, we can play a little faster! Just the thought that those shells will blow the bones to pieces gives us infinite strength! ”

As he spoke, Rusta deliberately raised his arm and flashed his muscles that were invisible through his thick clothes.

"I know you're not tired, but your cannons are tired, if you don't want to blow up, do as I say!"

Those old cannons pulled out of the warehouse generally have a short lifespan, and coupled with a period of mothballing, the performance will definitely be discounted, even if these are carefully selected and in good condition, they can't mess around.