"When a soldier fights for victory, he must follow the rules of heroic combat. Cruelty and senseless destruction are not worthy of his identity" At this time, Nina's blood flowed more and more, and in a daze, she saw a black-haired and black-eyed man in a strange costume looking at her, and said, "Leopard man, this is the first time I've seen it! I must be saved!" Nina thought depressedly: "It's rare and weird! It's the first time I've seen a black-haired and black-eyed person like you!"

Seeing the brave female leopard man faint, Wang Tiehammer was still full of interest, although he was also attracted by the leopard man's wild sexy body and face, but just now the female leopard man suddenly bounced up from the ground and killed the Oldland officer. He even finished the officer's movements in front of the three bullets, and the speed was so fast that even Wang Tie Hammer was shocked.

"Medic, take her down. Although he was nostalgic for the beauty of this beauty, Wang Tiehammer still adhered to the creed of a soldier, and after letting the medical soldiers take this beauty down, he turned around without changing his face and continued to command the battle.

"Sir, the investigation has made it clear, these orcs who are at war with the Oldland Empire are all mercenaries who have traveled here, and have nothing to do with the government of the Orc Empire. A soldier stepped forward and handed a report to the king's hammer.

"Heh, mercenaries? These mercenaries are really patriotic. ”

Wang Tiehammer smiled self-deprecatingly, put down the documents in his hand, and looked at the battle in front of him, his expression was grim: "Artillery fire suppression!"

"Distance, 1300 direction...... 120 north-northeast, high and low ...... One round load, put!"

"One round load, put!"

Several test-fired M2 mortars made a dull sound, and several mortar shells made a strange arc, threw them into the air, and then plunged headlong towards the opposite cavalry group. A moment later, several columns of smoke exploded in front of the Odlandi ** array.

The officer in charge of the observation quickly adjusted the distance report, and after readjusting the shooting Zhuyuan, another round of test firing was conducted. This time, the shell exploded accurately at the front of the Odlandi**, and immediately threw a dozen unlucky eggs into the air.

Seeing this, the order for shelling finally came down. In an instant, thirty-six mortars roared in unison......

"Hold on, hold for me!" Mussell stood in the middle of the formation, his eyes red and he gave an order, "Don't retreat, supervise the team to prepare!"

A row of snowy broadswords stood up.

Biss was a small ten-captain, and when he and his war horse stopped in front of the formation, they stopped for a moment, but saw dozens of small black dots in the sky slowly rising, stagnating for a moment, and then smashing at a rapid pace. The whistling sound was getting closer, and the black dot was rapidly amplifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing the black dot smashed into him, Biss secretly screamed badly, put the tip of his tongue on his teeth, and simply came to hide in stirrups...... Then he died, and the one who died was called a miserable death, like the corpse of five horses.

A cannonball smashed right on the ground under the horse's belly, and the violent shock wave directly dismembered the horses. Explosions, explosions, explosions. As if stabbing a hornet's nest, every moment of the panicked Odlandi** is rising in a column of smoke, every moment, someone is carried away by the shockwave, and every moment, there is an unlucky person repeating the unfortunate encounter of his companion a second ago......

In less than two minutes, under nearly ten rounds of saturated shelling, this prominent army finally found that there was not much going on after experiencing confusion, panic, and panic. First there were a few sporadic ones, and then a large number of soldiers rushed back with their heads in their hands.

But their nightmare had only just begun, and those deadly screams chased them one after another. The devil's egg they think is like having eyes, and they will smash it wherever there are many people. The most terrible thing is that the living soldiers still don't check themselves, and they see where there are many people and where they are running.

In the era of cold weapons, the low degree of organization and means of communication directly led to war, and most of the soldiers gathered together, and there was basically no concept of a skirmishing line. This habit, coupled with the herd effect, directly led to the fact that Odlandi** was invisibly helping Huamei's artillerymen to increase their results......

Mussell looked at the dead and wounded of his own soldiers in front of him, this guy was still stunned, the deployment had collapsed, and then his pupils quickly dilated. The left and right guards of the spirit reacted faster than him, and pulled Musel's horse's head: "Prince, go away!"

It's the scene of the horse turning around, and the barrage has already shrouded it. Wave after wave of screams continued, and the cannonballs smashed in as if they didn't want money. Looking down from above, those Oldland Imperial soldiers were like algae in a pond. Every explosion is like a ripple caused by raindrops falling into a pond. In the midst of the storm, the algae that had gathered together were smashed and scattered. In such a situation, the Warlord has long lost its original role.

On the artillery position, the kobold loaders frantically stuffed shells into the chambers of their guns in defiance of military regulations; the cat-and-cat gunners, who were in charge of aiming and correcting, had to push away their companions from time to time and adjust their shots to the latest orders of the officers; and the entire artillery position was full of soldiers carrying ammunition boxes and transporting shells. Some of them were so hot that they simply went into battle shirtless and ran back and forth screaming.

The GIs, who acted as the rearguard, watched in amazement at what their fellow artillery men were doing. Yu Shan, who happened to pass by Wang Tiezhu's side just now, put on his helmet with his hand, and asked the recruit next to him: "If I'm not mistaken...... The chief means to play a cardinal number, how many rounds have this been played?"

The recruit Danzi had only participated in two drills and had never seen such a scene at all. It's just that the chicks peck at the rice and keep nodding.

Yu Shan, who had been holding his breath because of his consternation, finally recovered, he let out a long breath and whistled: "Well done, I think the artillery can completely defeat these Odlans alone." ”

A few dozen meters behind them, a group of orc mercenaries were completely sluggish, and the efficient killings produced by industrial civilization were something that those of them who had always been in the stage of handicraft civilization could never imagine.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of artillery fire, the Oldlanders were frightened, and the cavalry turned around and rushed back to their camp at a faster speed than they had come, while the infantry had lost all the things that hindered their movements, and withdrew to the camp following in the footsteps of the cavalry.

"Attack!" Wang Tiehammer swung his saber, and the seven infantry fighting vehicles behind him formed an attack formation and rushed towards the Oldland Empire's camp in the distance.

In the Oldland Empire camp.

"Master, how long will it take?!" Mussell gasped violently, gulping in for air, his head was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and his face was as terrifying as a ghost.

"Three magic hours!" Orenando, who was presiding over the forbidden spell circle wholeheartedly, replied, and then turned his attention back to the forbidden spell.

"Okay, three magic hours!" Mussel turned to go out, grabbed the staff members beside him, and yelled: "Order, at any cost, give me the time to block that mysterious army from three magic spells!"

"Yes!"

This order was passed down from procedure to procedure, and finally to the rank-and-file soldiers.

The front-line commander roared hoarsely: "At all costs, block the mysterious army for three magic hours!!"