"This bunch of incompetent trash!"

A tribal elite wolf cavalry commander stood up on the wolf's back, facing the Imperial army's trench defense line in front of him, facing the rain of bullets and bullets, and taunted loudly with contempt and disdain.

"These bunches of waste, they have insulted the noble title of 'wolf bandits'."

The commander raised the beautifully crafted war knife in his hand, and swung it forward vigorously, and a blue-gray sword spewed out, shattering more than a dozen 12.5 caliber bullets that came from front of him.

"Brothers, let's teach this group of Imperial Pigs a good lesson...... Let those wastes who have the name of 'wolf bandits' see, we are the real highland heroes......"

The wolf cavalry howled happily as they stood on the wolf's back, waving their swords and showing off their superior skills and extraordinary riding skills.

Unlike the wolf bandits who plundered the tribes and caravans, the elite wolf cavalry of these tribes fought with the Medland countries around the highlands.

They fight against empires, they fight against kingdoms, they fight against principalities!

They plundered empires, they plundered kingdoms, they destroyed principalities......

With a thousand-strong wolf cavalry and thousands of wolves, they dared to attack the array of musketeers of 10,000 people head-on.

And their charge, basically, is invincible. Unless the other party is equipped with a large number of extraordinary combat power, it is extremely difficult for the regular armies of the countries on the mainland to resist the frontal assault of the wolf cavalry.

The army of the Deren Empire, they have also fought head-to-head.

Before the year 1379 of the Glory Calendar, the 78th, 77th, and 76th years were ...... Even in the earlier years, it has been pushed forward for more than a hundred years, and the wolf cavalry in the highlands have never suffered losses at the hands of the Delun Imperial Army.

Although this time, the firepower of the Delen Empire seems to be a bit wild.

"Let's kill them all, rob them all!" The commander standing on the back of the wolf hissed and roared.

A high-speed shell of 30 millicalibers exploded near him, and a wolf and a wolf cavalry were blown up. The unlucky guy who was hit by a cannonball, his body was torn to pieces; The 'lucky ones' who were exploded at close range by the shells were torn open by shrapnel and rolled on the ground covered in blood and screamed.

But in the trench line, there were only eighteen high-speed guns roaring.

In the face of nearly 100,000 wolf cavalry and several times the vicious wolf assault, eighteen high-speed guns caused a lot of casualties, but they were also unable to stop the crazy assault of the wolf cavalry.

"Rush? Rush? Rush! ”

The wolf cavalry were roaring wildly, roaring excitedly.

Companions around you keep falling? People are constantly being torn apart by the rain of bullets. Death and blood brought to them? Only wilder desires and more high-pitched thrills.

Highlanders are such characters.

The death of their companions will only make their bestiality and wildness soar even more.

The death of a companion? It only excites and delights them - one less bastard who shares the spoils, and the more such bastards die, the better.

Even if it's a brother with the same father and mother? In the hearts of the Highlanders? Nor loot is important.

It is forgivable to kill a brother for the sake of a gold mark.

For the sake of a great beauty, kill your own father? It's something to boast about.

For the power of the clan? Killing all the elders must be preached.

This is the Highlanders, their civilization...... They have no civilization, they are just a bunch of beasts in human form, a bunch of two-legged brutes.

Inside the trench? The Imperial soldier changed the empty magazine with a slight rustiness, and then continued to pull the trigger.

Bullets spilled out? One by one, the wolves fell to the ground, letting out a terrible howl. But behind them? More wolves rushed over, more wolf cavalry rushed up? Are they approaching the trench? Approaching.

There were still 500 feet to go from the first trench...... Large swaths of wolves fell to the ground.

In the snow? Iron stakes the thickness of human legs were deeply rooted in the frozen earth, and thin steel wires were pulled on them. The wolves were running rapidly, and the thin steel wires were like steel knives, cutting the claws of these wolves deeply.

Large patches of blood were sprinkled in the snow.

The tens of thousands of wolves that were at the forefront of the charge fell to the ground, and then were trampled to the ground by their companions behind them. The hordes of wolves rolled into a mass, and there were wolf howls everywhere, and the wolf cavalry on the back of the wolf cursed angrily.

'Despicable Imperial Pig'...... Hysterical invective resounded in the air.

One wolf after another leapt into the air and jumped up on the bodies of the fallen wolves in front of them, these wolves were treacherous and ferocious, and they knew that if they jumped over these damn obstacles, they could get close to the 'food' in front of them.

In the trenches, hand-picked Imperial grenadiers stood up.

They clutched the heavy new wooden-handled grenades, slightly aimed at the wolves five hundred feet in front of them, and forcefully pulled off the cords of the grenades, throwing them with all their might.

These grenadiers are all elites who have opened up the sea of power, and each of them has at least one or two thousand pounds of strength.

These new grenades were easily thrown five or six hundred feet by them, and smashed heavily into the vicious wolves that were jumping up.

'Boom, boom, boom'!

The new grenade, which had a huge charge, exploded violently, and there was not much smoke, only a cloud of fire rising into the sky, blowing up large clouds of snow, sludge and blood mist.

Every grenade set off a bloody storm among the wolves.

The wolves near the center of the explosion were all blown to pieces, and the wolves and wolf knights within dozens of feet were all shattered by the shock, and they were blown away with blood spitting blood.

To add insult to injury, according to Joe's drawings for Salian, the shells of these new grenades had two layers, which were densely packed with iron projectiles the size of soybean grains.

In the compartment of each grenade's shell, there are six hundred small projectiles.

One grenade exploded, and 600 projectiles were fired indiscriminately in all directions like a torrential rain.

The shock wave of the grenade can only sweep a radius of tens of feet, but these projectiles can easily hit two or three hundred feet under the impact force of the explosion.

Projectiles the size of soybeans hit the bodies of these wolves and wolf cavalry densely, leaving tiny bullet holes in their skin, and then sinking deep into their muscles, burrowing into their internal organs, and deep into their bones.

Fortunately, with three or five iron projectiles on their bodies, they can still grit their teeth and charge.

Unlucky, he was beaten like a sieve by hundreds of iron projectiles at close range, his internal organs were all damaged, and the bones on his body were broken and cracked, even the most fierce and fearless wolf cavalry could only lie on the ground and wail with blood, and could no longer move the slightest.

Salian brought enough new grenades.

The grenadiers were tall and strong, and their endurance was outstanding.

They were like machines, stiff and stiff following the orders of the officers around them, constantly throwing new grenades one after another, constantly inflicting considerable damage on the wolves.

The totemic flags of the highland tribes in the rear were waving, and the high-pitched horns sounded continuously.

It is even more penetrating, as if the wolf howl that sounded directly in everyone's minds came from afar.

The vicious wolf pack, whose momentum of the charge was slightly frustrated, went crazy in an instant.

Their eyes were becoming bloodshot and red, their long wolf hairs stood up one by one, and their whistling sound had [new] turned into a muffled, cloudy, irrational 'woo' roar.

They jumped wildly, hissing and roaring, trampling on the bodies of their fallen companions in front of them, jumping over one layer of wire stakes, over the second layer of wire stakes, and over the third layer of wire stakes......

Then, they crashed headfirst into the dense barbed wire fence in the belly of the snake.

The barbed wire fence in the belly of the snake is also the big killing weapon recorded in the drawings presented by Joe.

Originally, the barbed wire used by the Delun Imperial Army in field battles was the kind of straight and straightened steel wire. And the vicious thing of the snake-bellied barbed wire fence was directly processed and urgently transported to the Wolf's Tooth Fort by Salian after he got the drawings.

Compared with the new firearms, these snake-bellied barbed wire are not technically difficult, but they are not weak in the battlefield.

One after another, the wolves crashed into the barbed wire, as if they had fallen into a swamp, and their bodies were deeply sunk into the barbed wire pile densely covered with small blades, allowing them to struggle wildly, but they were powerless.

The more fiercely they struggle, the tighter the barbed wire entangled, the more the blades will kill them.

The assault rifles roared, and 12.5 caliber bullets whistled in, blasting huge holes in the wolves.

Old-fashioned shells fell, blowing the wolves and the wolf cavalry on their backs to pieces.

The explosive power of the old-fashioned artillery shells did not do much to these flexible snake-bellied barbed wire, and the bodies of one vicious wolf after another were blown away, and the barbed wire returned to its original position after only a few shakings.

Shells exploded, grenades exploded, bullets were whistling......

Time passed little by little, the wolves and wolf cavalry charged frantically for nearly half an hour, and when the Imperial Army still retained most of its firepower, they lost their troops, killing twenty or thirty thousand wolf cavalry and several times the number of wolves, but they were never able to get close to the first trench of the Imperial Army.

The totem banners of the highland tribes in the rear waved more and more wildly, and the shrill trumpets and wolf howls became more poignant.

Dozens of wolf cavalry commanders with strength above the fourth order screamed, they abandoned their wolves, waved their weapons, and continued to burst forward with piercing swords and swords, and bravely jumped over the three-layer steel wire and iron stake defense line, and rushed to the snake's belly barbed wire that stretched for hundreds of feet.

They leapt into the air, trying to jump over the troublesome barbed wire fence on their own and rush into the trenches to kill.

Behind the trench, thirty-six high-speed guns roared at the same time.

Thirty-six dazzling chains of fire swept out, striking the commander who rose into the air and could not dodge in midair.

Clouds of blood mist exploded in the air, and dozens of swords fell from the sky in a whirl.