After cleaning up the battlefield, except for leaving a squad to guard against the unknown forces in the northeast, the rest all drove to the kobold tribe 2,200 meters away.

Passing through the undulating grassland, the rudimentary buildings of kobolds have appeared on the edge of the tribal dense forest in front, and from a distance, a series of figures swayed behind the wooden walls of the village.

The complex terrain of the slope valley makes it impossible for the traditional linear queue to be arranged here, so in the eyes of the kobolds, the officers and soldiers of the current company are more like small ants scattered in the distance, advancing slowly and disorderly.

Less than 500 meters from the kobold unit at the top of the hillside, nearly 100 officers and men of the company stopped advancing and began to build a starting position on the spot, and a trench dug out by sappers appeared at the bottom of the hillside.

Three M2 mortars began to line up a few dozen meters away from the rear, and more than a dozen artillerymen were busy preparing for the shelling.

The infantry in the trenches all looked back at their comrades who were waiting for the mortars, and the faces of the cats showed lewd smiles, and they could fully imagine the fate of those kobolds after seeing the power of these things.

From the binoculars, seeing the puzzled faces of the opponent's chaotic tribe, a smile appeared on the corner of You Nanzhe's mouth.

A dull mortar charge expansion impact sounded, and a 1.4-kilogram high-explosive shell flew into the air, and then fell in a beautiful arc towards the village a few hundred meters away.

A simple visual measurement calculation allowed the shell to fall directly behind the opponent's village, and the explosion was accompanied by a puff of gunpowder smoke slowly rising in the mountains and forests. It also startled the kobolds' frightening sounds. After adjusting for errors, three mortars began to fire rapidly.

Within a minute, more than twenty mortar shells had smashed into a tribe that looked like a broken bowl waiting to be served. The explosion sent all sorts of wooden blocks, stones, and human debris into the sky. Smoke and dust blew in the staggered firelight and shock waves, and rolling thunder echoed through the mountains and forests.

Wooden villages inevitably caught fire in the dense shelling, and the whirlwind of air currents brought up by the heat brought up a large amount of scarlet burning ashes. The whole cottage is wrapped in extraordinarily bewitching.

The various miserable cries of the opponent had been drowned out in the roar and waves of air, and the infantry in the trenches were dumbfounded at this time, and they all turned their heads to look at the group of artillerymen who only knew how to stuff iron lumps into the pipes dozens of meters away.

"I feel like it was a mistake for me to be here today. Camus muttered, he stirred up a cloud of war, looked at the slightly distorted air in his palm, and then looked at the village in the distance, "Ahhhhhh

"What's wrong with him?" You Nanzhe looked at the handsome elf with an unhappy face in puzzlement.

"I was unhappy and angry. Wang Tiehammer put down the binoculars, and a smiling smile appeared on his weather-beaten face.

"Get on the bayonet! Attack in formation with stragglers, pay attention to cover!"

With the baptism of cannonballs, the battle was soon over, and the relieved cat soldiers began to advance towards the already devastated tribe.

When the GIs were holding their guns and cautiously * approaching more than ten meters. There was still no backlash from the village, as if there had never been anyone here.

The burning heat made the soldiers have to stop advancing, and nearly 100 stragglers gradually surrounded the burning cottage, squatting or lying on their stomachs, wiping their paws wet with sweat, and looking at each other.

More than 200 kobolds were killed, stoned or burned in a matter of minutes, and less than 100 escaped from the village after the first shot, taking fewer than 300 prisoners.

In terms of the results of the battle, it can be called perfect, but from the perspective of the original intention of the operation, the combined attack of infantry and artillery was a complete failure, and the concentrated use of mortars could almost sweep away any opponent who was not psychologically prepared alone.

The battle lasted less than 15 minutes from start to finish, and the mortar squad dominated the battle, ending the entire battle at the cost of more than 200 shells, while the rest of the infantry had not fired a single rifle round.

"Bang!"

"What's going on?" You Nanzhe turned his head, "Who the is still firing cannons, and you don't need money to be a cannonball?!"

Wang Tiehammer's face changed greatly: "No, it's the sound of the 92nd infantry artillery, and something happened to the left-behind artillery squad!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The three 92 infantry guns fired in unison, accompanied by sound waves and white mist, and three red shells came out of their chambers and headed straight for the target in the distance.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Three shells landed at the intended location, exploding violently, and the clods of earth flew wildly, and the diffuse air wave kicked up smoke and dust, enveloping the impact point in a cloud of smoke.

Long Jie wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the officer's pistol from his waist, pointed at that place from afar, and ordered as he retreated: "Give up the infantry artillery, retreat, retreat!"

The soldiers of the artillery squad hurriedly retreated from the infantry guns, removed the rifles on their backs, and carefully assembled into an infantry formation as they had been trained, with the muzzles pointed straight ahead.

"Unlock the insurance and debug the fast and slow machine!"

With a click, the shackles that restrained the M1641 rifle were unshackled.

"Put the magazine in an easy place, don't skimp on bullets!"

The eight-round magazine was stuffed into the firing structure.

Long Jie's eyes flashed red, here!

"Truly—"

A mantis-like bug with a strange red glow leaped out of the smoke and rushed towards the artillery squad in a cheetah-like predatory manner.

"Bang bang!"

The soldiers pulled the trigger and turned on the automatic firing M1641 rifle to exert its powerful destructive power, in less than two seconds, eight 7.62mm caliber bullets have all rushed out of the chamber, the bolt structure made a clang, and the empty magazine was automatically ejected, which is to remind the user to change the magazine.

"Dangdang, dang!"

"Dangdang, dang!"

The destructive metal bullets all hit the bug's body, but instead of sprinting through the other creatures like they had killed, they exploded with a strange crash, and the bug continued to rush towards it as if it were nothing, without losing a fraction of its speed.

"Dodge!"

Long Jie made a decision immediately and ordered without the slightest hesitation.

"Squeak!"

With a roar, the insect raised its knife-sharp forelimbs and slashed down at a steaming infantry cannon.

"Whew-"

Like a hot knife cutting cream, the seemingly fragile jagged forelimbs cut into the short barrel wall at once, but it didn't continue to go deep into the "squeak-"

The insect pumped its forelimbs, but found that it couldn't pull it anymore, as if it was stuck in it.

"Squeak-"

Continuing to exert himself, a pair of knife arms tightened, and it could be seen that its owner had worked quite hard, but the blade that cut into it was still firmly stuck inside.

It angrily lifted its forelimbs and strained its waist to shake the dwarf metal structure out, but sadly found that it could do nothing but make the iron thing shake for a while.

"Quack. Long Jie, who saw this scene from a distance, smiled, and smiled very loudly: "Sun Tzu,, you pull! Hahahaha, this 92 infantry gun weighs 300 kilograms, there is a kind of you pull one for me to see, quack!"

As if he understood Long Jie's words, the insect did not admit defeat and worked hard again, but found that he really seemed to be powerless against this iron guy.

"Raise your gun, aim it in the eyes of that grandson!"

The tiger was extracted, and Long Jie naturally wanted to take this opportunity to beat the water dog, and with an order, a row of rifles shining with a roasted blue metallic luster were aimed at the mantis that was constantly struggling.

Raise your hand, just about to slash down.

"Ouch!"

Long Jie fell to the ground, his brand-new officer's uniform stained with charred dirt.

"Tell them to stop, or I'll kill you!" a long knife lay across Long Jie's chest, the shiny blade reflecting his beard that he hadn't cleaned in a long time.

Long Jie raised his head, and then burst into tears: "The strong man spares his life!"

I saw a strong man, seven feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a short linen shirt covering his body, and his bare chest was engraved with four big characters in Chinese characters -- Jing Zhong Serve the Country! Two knotted arms, the white tiger mark on the left arm, the green dragon scar on the right arm, and a faint fluff covering it, looking at its face, fat head and big ears, ah no, it should be full of meat, a garlic nose, a wild long golden hair, pale golden eyes are looking at Long Jie, and the whole person is full of domineering.

To describe it in a couplet: Wang Ba's qi leaks! The protagonist's aura covers his body! Horizontal criticism: Long Aotian!