With a gate about 12 meters wide, how many people can pass through every minute at maximum efficiency?

This kind of boring question has never been thought of by the orcs, elves, and even Slavs present, but now from the space-time rift channel, the endless army of demonic cannon fodder has shown them this intuitively.

It is obvious that the commander of the Burning Legion on the other side of the space-time rift, in order to pass through more troops in a limited time, has roughly reorganized the team before passing;

Mo Duo looked at it carefully, and then calculated in his heart, since the cannon fodder demons were all mixed formations, and their figures were also of different sizes, in this way, every time they passed, about twenty cannon fodder demons could rush over, and hundreds of demons would join the battlefield every minute.

This is only the ground troops, maybe in the mouth of the dark knight who fled back, the commander on the opposite side knew that there was a powerful air power of nearly forty black dragons here, so from the middle and upper part of the space-time rift, there were also about twelve level winged demons flying out.

After the Winged Demon flew out of the space-time rift, he did not choose to attack, but gathered dozens of meters above the space-time rift, acting as a guard, but in a few minutes, this Winged Demon gathered a small group, nearly a hundred people.

And at this time, the cannon fodder demons on the ground also gathered tens of thousands of people, and after a low roar was faintly heard in the passage of the space-time rift, these cannon fodder demons accompanied this roar, and launched a wild charge with the hellfires in front of them.

Relying on a steady stream of troops, the Burning Legion did not have the main offensive and defensive direction at all, or rather, each of the four walls was the direction in which they attacked with all their might.

In addition, although these cannon fodder composed of more than a dozen low-level demons, there seem to be a lot of elite demon races mixed in, they don't have the slightest sense of honor, cowering behind the tall cannon fodder demons, always looking for an opportunity to sneak attack......

After the first wave of twelve-pounder guns fired a salvo, due to the somewhat different speed at which the guns were assembled and reloaded, after firing a few times, the sound of the cannons began to appear sparse and continuous.

Unwilling to just watch with his hands, Master Setters pulled open the sight of the nearest twelve-pounder cannon and took aim for it himself, only to hit the energy core of an elite Hellfire and shatter it into a pile of scattered rubble.

Ignoring the choking smoke, one of the operators coughed and poked the wet mane mop into the barrel, and suddenly a scorching smell permeated, but after a few tugs back and forth, the mane mop that was pulled out of the barrel again was already covered with large black residues.

Next, the cartridge was loaded again, the solid iron bullet was loaded, and the fuse rope was loaded, and when all this was done, a heavy ballista fired almost simultaneously next door had only just completed a third of the reloading operation.

"If only there were more artillery, otherwise more of these demons I could fight would have died on the way to the charge. Mistress Setters exclaimed.

At the same time, his hands and feet did not slow down a minute, and after quickly adjusting the muzzle of the gun, he immediately lit the fuse, and another puff of white smoke filled the entire gun position, and Setters forced a cough and watched the results of the cannon with wide eyes.

The iron bullet that slammed into it like a meteor did not smash the chest of the target Hellfire as expected, but deviated a little, hitting the head of the Hellfire, and the head of the Hellfire was directly knocked off by two-thirds of the debris in the debris splash.

The hellfire, which had been hit so hard, still did not fall, but it also made him stop the charge, as if he was drunk, and staggered around, and soon collided with a charging hellfire.

Successfully dealt with a Hellfire's iron bullet, before it had consumed all its kinetic energy, it bounced high again, flew out of dozens of meters, and then fell again, falling into the charging cannon fodder demon group, and then stopped its momentum after wading out of a long bloody path in the queue.

"That's amazing! Seeing such an impressive result in one shot, Lord Seiters couldn't be more excited.

Under the surging heart, he was scared with a slap, and then the commander of the first artillery division immediately cried wolf and cried out with his hands: This cannon barrel is really special, hard and hot. ”

At this time, the fastest demon who charged had already entered a distance of about three hundred steps under the city wall, and the division commander was a little angry and used his other hand to grab the iron horn of the herald beside him, and shouted out in the loudest voice: "All six-pounder guns, target enemy cannon fodder demons to fire." ”

The six-pounder gun operators, who had been waiting for a long time, poked the torches in their hands at the fuse rope almost as fast as they could, and after ten seconds or so, a dense burst of cannon fire rang out at the same time.

These six-pounder guns were all filled with small shotguns the size of thumbs, and each barrel was loaded with 30 shotguns at a time; when more than 50 six-pounder guns were fired at the same time, it was like a rain of bullets on the heads of the charging cannon fodder demons.

As soon as I brushed it, the first few rows of cannon fodder demons in the four directions almost fell in large pieces, making their originally dense formation suddenly vacate several large pieces of open space......

I don't know, this time, the commander of the Burning Legion used some kind of magical method, in the face of such heavy casualties, if it was replaced by the first two times, the morale of these cannon fodder demons would have collapsed long ago, and they needed the overseers in the rear to help them cheer up before they could return to the battle.

But now, these cannon fodder demons with a pair of blood-red eyes and inexplicable screams in their mouths actually fought to the death and did not retreat, but took advantage of the moment when the six-pounder cannon was loaded, and accelerated the pace of the charge.

Soon, the Hellfire that rushed to the front had reached the position of two hundred steps under the city wall, and after repeated consumption, the original number of Hellfires of nearly a thousand was now barely a little more than four hundred.

The battle that was about to start made the musketeers clench the muskets in their hands a little nervously, mainly in the face of these hellfires protected by thick stones, and the guys in their hands didn't seem to have much effect.

But at this time, a thick voice resounded throughout the battlefield: "Brothers, let Master Modo, let the brothers everywhere, see how Lord Modo, his most loyal thirteen Taibao knights, solved this little guy......"