Randy sighed heavily inwardly, this Admiral Nie is a ruthless man.

Randy could see that these boxers were a complete rabble, untrained and poorly equipped.

It may be possible to engage in an attack and harassment, pick up a railroad or something, this kind of regular warfare, where can you go into battle?

Admiral Nie, this is simply for them to be sent to death.

In this case, Admiral Nie's disposition was correct from the consideration of winning the battle, but it was indeed cruel.

Randy secretly warns himself that he must plan ahead in the future to avoid the dilemma of this choice.

It's early summer, and the land is full of life. Randy rode Xiaomei suspended in the air, the warm breeze blowing on his face, the cloak fluttering in the wind, and the big red star was particularly dazzling.

A bird's-eye view of the land, the plains are tender green, and under the sun, several rivers flow slowly, shining in the sun.

This anointed land at the bottom of the Nine Rivers was originally a good place for the subjects at the feet of the Son of Heaven to multiply, but now it is a banner waving, and nearly 10,000 people are preparing to fight fiercely.

Randy's eyes wandered, looking for the position of the enemy commander. This one is easy to find, the Eight Feudatories Coalition Army is flying the flags of their respective countries, with their backs to the railway array, and behind them is a steam train.

The number of armies varies from country to country, and the Elven Federation has the largest number of soldiers, and their Vice Admiral Seymour was only elected commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

In the center of the enemy formation was the team of the Elven Federation, about a thousand people.

The guy under the Mizi banner of the Elven Federation has an unusually fancy uniform, and there is no need to ask if it must be the guy with ribbons and medals on his chest.

"Brother Wang, Master Huo, seeing that the enemy commander is not, let's go over and work together to kill him, and Teacher Fu will put us in the array."

Here, there is a giant dragon in the sky, and a saint-level is flying from the west, and it is impossible for the enemy not to see it.

Seymour's signal man was calling something with a radio on his back.

The two elven master-level light priests were in a hurry, casting spells together, and a transparent shield was quickly propped up.

The staff officer of the accompanying army took out the astrolabe, and a large six-pointed star array covering more than 900 people was laid out.

It's not that they don't have the ability to set up a bigger formation and cover up two thousand foreign devils.

The problem is that the eight kingdoms belong to different races, and the formation of elves can buff the Terrans of New Franks and New Rome at the same time, but it is ineffective against the orcs, and even restrains the demons.

This is the weakness of the coalition army, the eighteen princes failed to fight against Dong Zhuo that year, and the inability to cooperate closely with each other is the main reason.

The coalition forces can cooperate in modern technology and firepower, but in terms of magic, they can only fight on their own. The protective shield of the elves only covers the elven soldiers.

On such a large battlefield, it is almost impossible to sneak attack and decapitate the enemy commander, but Randy didn't think about sneaking up.

There are three holy levels on your side, and when you get to the place, you will release Ah Hua, and your side has an absolute advantage in combat power and can attack strongly.

The elves also have to fight against the attack of Admiral Nie, and the power of the magic shield that can be distracted and supported is limited, and they and the two combat-type saint-level attack one point, and they will definitely be able to break through the protection.

The heavens were just about to start, and the battle on the ground had already begun.

The 2,000 boxers shouted invulnerability and rushed into the enemy line.

The head in the front row is tied with a red scarf, and his body is covered with the wind shield cast by the boxer "archmage", full of confidence. The one who followed behind him shouted and followed, with yellow paper charms on his body and muttering prayers in his mouth.

Far away, the boxers with shotguns and guns put their guns in a mess, and basically they couldn't hit the enemy.

This invulnerability is indeed achievable in this high magic world.

For example, Huo Yuanjia, a boxing saint, a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, and the kung fu practiced horizontally by the Thirteen Taibao to the extreme, it is not difficult to pierce a white spot with a gun and cut a white mark with a knife.

But at present, there is only one boxing saint on the Great Xia Continent, that is, only one master boxer can be produced out of seven or eight million people, how can ordinary people have this kind of ability?

The wind shield on the front row of boxers can indeed protect against the bullets of foreign devils, but there are not many "archmages" among the boxers, and it is enough to take care of dozens of people in the front row.

The runes made by real alchemists and mages can also be used to protect against bullets from knives and guns, but can poor boxers afford them?

The boxers who charged into battle were all supported by patriotism and the spiritual strength of hatred for foreign devils, and they were just self-hypnotic.

"Big Brother" Yongan did not rush to the front.

He took off his gossip fairy clothes and put on the costume of an ordinary boxer.

Let the "archmage" add a wind shield to himself, holding the rune of fifty gold coins and "steel defense" produced by the authentic tear-stained grocery store in his left palm, and holding the return ticket in the palm of his right hand, hiding in the center of the boxers.

Loudly encouraging morale in his mouth, what is the blessing of Second Master Guan, Taishang Laojun, King Kong, and Qin Qiong will definitely be able to destroy foreign devils and so on, but he kept cursing Admiral Nie in his heart.

This executioner who slaughtered the boxers forced himself to lead the boxers to charge, otherwise the military law would be carried out on the spot.

What is the fighting level of the boxers, his senior brother knows best, if he escapes his life this time, he must not spare this surnamed Nie.

The foreign devils on the opposite side shot, and the elite boxers with the real wind shield in front of them were full of confidence, they had experienced the wind shield bullet defense, and they often performed for ordinary boxers to boost morale.

Then these elite boxers were shot and fell in rows.

The foreign devil also knows that you have the shield of the wind, but I have Makqin.

The indestructible power of the heavy machine gun is completely unguarded against the wind shield set by the "archmage" of a mere junior light priest.

Heavenly King Wu and Master Huo had already rushed towards the enemy commander, and when they saw that on the ground, the boxers who were full of enthusiasm for serving the country were being slaughtered, and suddenly braked in the air and stopped suddenly, and looked back at Randy.

"Little brother, do you want to take out the enemy's heavy machine gun first?"

Randy didn't hesitate, "Go ahead with the original plan." ”

The enemy army has already put up the magic and formation shields in time, and the difficulty is the same when attacking the heavy machine gun and attacking the enemy commander.

There are a lot of enemy heavy machine guns, and they will not be able to pull them out for a while and a half. The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and it will change later.

Randy is merciful in his heart, but Ci is not in charge. When it is really necessary to decide, it is better to win first, otherwise the army will be defeated, more people will die, and everything will be suspended.

Wang Wu and Master Huo also knew that it was important to attack the enemy chieftain, but they couldn't bear to see the boxers being slaughtered, and Randy's decision strengthened their confidence.

The three realms in the air opened up at the same time, Fu Rixin took the lead, waving his hands sharply, and all kinds of buff spells and halos were set on Randy, Wang Wu, Master Huo, and even Xiaomei like a storm.

What divine protection, the wolf of the wind, the steel defense, the shield of the wind, the essence of the spell, the combat effectiveness of the three combatants increased wildly in an instant, and the white light on their bodies shone, like gods.

This is the power of the Holy Light Priest, three plus one is greater than four in the battle of this magical world.

As soon as Randy touched the silver lock, a thunderstorm struck the double shield of the elven priest and the array mage, and Wang Wu and Master Huo rushed towards Seymour like meteors.

When Wang Wu and Master Huo's domain partially overlapped with the protective shield, more than half of the protective shield's power was canceled out at once.

Wang Wuyi waved the Qilin Battle Knife, and the phantoms of countless war knives emanated from the aura above his head and shot towards the protective shield.

A light more than an inch thick appeared on Master Huo's fist, and his fists swung out, and countless fist shadows hit the protective shield.

Randy's thunderstorms were one after another, and Fu Rixin's saint-level "Holy Oracle Torture" passed through the protective shield and hit the hearts of the elven soldiers.

The elven priests kept sending out divine protections in groups, maintaining the morale of the soldiers and counteracting Fu Rixin's spiritual attacks.

The soldier raised his gun and shot in the air, and the saint-level protection blessed by Shang Fu Rixin, even the bullets of the senior gunners had no effect at all, and the bullets of the master-level gunners could only cause minor injuries.

Makqin was too heavy, in fact, even if a strong man cultivator could lift it, it would not be able to break the saint-level wind shield.

The shield was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye under the attack of the two saint levels and the thunderstorm.

A combat-type holy level can defeat a battalion, and there are three holy levels in the sky, plus Randy, a "pseudo-thunder master mage" whose magic power is close to infinity.

There were less than a thousand elven soldiers, less than three battalions, and the great victory of crushing the enemy's main force and killing the enemy chieftain seemed to be in sight.

Seymour in the enemy formation showed a look of fear and anxiety. Randy touched the silver lock with his left hand to release the thunderstorm, and his right hand was already touching the pet badge.

Prepare to wait for the protective shield to be broken, and immediately release Ah Hua to assist the attack.

The Age of Swords and Sorcery