ff37; u85c0f; 8bf4; 66f4; 65b0; 6700; 5feb; 5c0f; 8bf4; 9605; 8bfb; 7f51; The two gunmen of the Ghost Special Forces of the venture capital company in camouflage suits chose a commanding height close to the battlefield and ambushed here early.

The camouflage bunkers they constructed were very professional, completely hiding both men and weapons. There was even an inconspicuous shade shelter in front of it. It can not only prevent the stray arrows on the battlefield, but also prevent the sunlight from shining on the weapon to produce reflections, so that they expose the target.

The expensive rifle rested on the ground, muzzle facing west, the long barrel reflecting a cold glow.

On the battlefield two or three hundred meters away from them, it was the sound of killing at this time.

Explosions, shouts, screams...... All kinds of voices converged and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

And the two of them were not disturbed in the slightest, just lying quietly on the ground.

The observer watched the battlefield intently with a large, long binocular, his gaze past the human puppet army that was constantly storming the defenses of the defenders of Delong, carefully searching for valuable targets behind the battle line.

They don't care about the fierce battle under the walls, and every shot of the ghost team must be a worthy target.

The middle and lower-level officers who led dozens or hundreds of people were not considered by the ghost group.

Only brigade and regimental officers above the rank of captain are eligible to be noticed by them.

The target had to be worth more than the cost of a shot they fired, at the very least.

Every rifle in the Ghost Group is selected by a thousand, and for every thirteen barrels made by the alchemists of the Alchemy Research Institute, only one is qualified.

This cost-effectiveness ratio is extravagant.

Average it down. Each rifle costs thousands of gold coins.

Not to mention the high-precision bullets required for rifles.

The bullets were also hand-made and polished by the technicians of the arsenal, and it was necessary to ensure that the bullets were all in the most standard conical shape, so as to ensure that the bullets were subjected to the least resistance from the air during flight.

Due to the strict standards, the current manufacturing speed can only meet the daily training and combat mission consumption of the ghosts.

In addition to this, they are equipped with various auxiliary tools, such as high-magnification telescopes and scopes, revolvers for self-defense, and various expenses for daily training.

It is no exaggeration to say that every ghost is piled up with equal weight of gold.

Of course. They're worth the price, too.

Lord Lorraine sent a group of two ghosts to Delong City this time, which can be said to be a bloody investment.

Due to the pressure of the demon army, the city is destined to experience a difficult siege of blood and fire. And there is a great possibility of being attacked by the demons.

In this case, the safety of the ghost team is not guaranteed, and once the two of them die, it will be difficult to fill the gap in a short time.

Among the evacuation plans was a forcible landing of the War Fortress, and for their sake, Lord Lorraine could even lose a War Fortress without hesitation.

A war fortress can create a new one in a short period of time, and these ghosts require a lot of rigorous training.

Each shot they fired not only bullets, but also yellow gold coins.

The snipers of the Ghost Squad are also well aware. Many times, they only have a few shots. The enemy is not a fool either, they will be alert very quickly.

This requires that every shot fired must be a high-value target.

"Two o'clock, five hundred meters, under the tulip. The observer spotted a target, and the tone was steady.

Since firearms had just appeared, the vast majority of the soldiers had no sense of evasion at all, and they still followed the original combat policy and commanded the soldiers to line up in a neat line and charge in great strides.

In fact. Even in the age of firearms, it was a popular fashion in the military to shoot and kill the party, and it was not until the First World War, under the threat of machine guns, that this elegant fashion movement came to an end.

On the battlefield of Meat Bo, the range of the front line of tearing is within thirty meters at most.

Hiding three hundred meters behind the battle line, he is already the most security-conscious general. Not to mention. The other party also deliberately retreated back another hundred meters. A cautious character, so to speak.

The shooter slowly turned the muzzle of his gun, aiming at the direction indicated by the observer, and soon spotted an officer in ornate armor under a tulip-patterned flag.

The man brandished a long sword and kept yelling. Command your soldiers to charge down the city. It's just that looking through the binoculars and looking at the person's movements feels a little strange. It's like watching a monkey jumping up and down.

"I saw him. The shooter's shoulder pressed against the butt of his rifle and said in a calm tone.

"Give up," the observer said coldly, staring at the target for a few seconds, "a captain, it's not worth wasting the first shot for him." ”

At this moment, through the binoculars, you can clearly see that the officer is angrily kicking the ass of a soldier next to him, waving the long sword in his hand, driving the poor guy away and making the other side charge the front line.

The lucky cub didn't realize that death had just passed him.

By this time, the observer had turned his telescope to look for the next target.

For the two ghosts, the first shot had a very heavy meaning.

Without firing the first shot, the enemy will never know that there is a hidden killer here, and they will naturally not be on guard. Perhaps, as soon as a big official's brain is hot, he will run to his range to supervise the battle.

At that time, with the thunder in his hand, he could easily catch a big fish.

And once the first shot is fired, the enemy officers will naturally be on guard, as long as they are careful not to go into the range, the ghost team is equivalent to useless.

In the future, I can only find some small trash fish to shoot targets.

But for these arrogant ghosts, if they return to the headquarters with a bunch of squad leaders and squadron leaders' achievements, the other ghosts will not be able to laugh at the two of them for the rest of their lives. The two of them can't afford to lose this man.

The company spent so much money training them, not so that they could do the same work that a basic crossbowman could do.

"Understood. Abandon. The shooter immediately responded, and he was not satisfied with the target, muttering in a low voice, "If only the lovely Emperor De Rossi had the title of the first assassination of Kennedy." ”

The observer's gaze never left the rear of the battlefield, and said, "I heard that he is on the other side, maybe, we have a chance." ”

The shooter suddenly perked up, and there was no better target than an emperor.

"By the way, who the hell is this Kennedy?" the shooter whispered, stroking his rifle, "How did the boss give such a name to the first class honor." ”

The observer remembered the title of the first line on the glory board of the hunter training camp, and grinned dissatisfiedly.

All of the Ghost Operatives make this superlative achievement their goal. It's also very easy to accomplish this achievement, killing a real king. It can't be abdicated, and it can't be an overhead puppet.

Although there are now many kings on the continent like dogs, and the Grand Duke is everywhere, no one has had the opportunity so far.

Only their instructor had ever killed a cardinal and earned the title of 'Deer Hunter'.

At the same time, all the ghosts are very strange in their hearts, and when they are fine, they will guess: this Kennedy...... Who the hell is he?

They all know that their big boss has some bad tastes, such as hanging Prime Minister Russell's face on a straw man. Let's shoot the target together.

But I couldn't figure out why this first-class achievement was called the assassination of Kennedy.

Could it be that a guy named 'Kennedy' has provoked the boss?

Just when the two snipers kept looking for high-value targets. The battle outside Delong is getting fiercer.

More than 100,000 human vassals launched a fierce attack, surging up like the waves of the sea.

Persuaded by the glittering swords in the hands of the Warlords, the soldiers were all extremely tenacious. After being desperately repulsed by the Papal soldiers at the head of the city and in the trenches, they only briefly put their ranks in order, and then rushed up again amid the roars of the officers.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that the earth is completely covered with dense black spots.

Like a huge tidal wave, they stormed the defense line of the Holy See Bayer legion in waves.

Although the Bayer Legion is known as the elite of the Holy See. However, many of these soldiers were newly recruited and had never been on the battlefield at all, and in terms of strength, they were just second-rate field legions.

If in the past, they would have been overwhelmed by this ** attack.

But fortunately, now with Lorraine's military reinforcements, they are equipped with grenades as a melee weapon.

Every time the enemy rushes up, these bitches act as if they don't want money. Desperately throwing grenades out.

Under their almost frantic throwing, the grenades rained down on the heads of the Terran vassals, blowing them up. Crying dad calls mother.

Therefore, although the enemy's attack is fierce, each time it is enough to overwhelm the Bayer army, but the Bayer army is like a reef in the sea, no matter how strong the tide is, as long as the waves recede, you will see that they are still standing in place.

If you look closely, you will also find that there is a mess of wreckage left in front of the reef.

Delong City is not large, and the frontal battlefield can only spread out about 100,000 people. In this case, the superiority of the rebels in strength is simply not visible.

The number of troops they threw into the battlefield was roughly equal to that of the Papal Army, which allowed Cardinal Sandos to deal with it with ease.

After two hours of continuous fighting, the morale of the soldiers of the human vassal army completely dissipated, and their bodies were almost exhausted, and in desperation, the rear of the Semitic tribe blew the horn of retreat.

If the soldiers of the vassal army were amnesty, in fact, they were reluctant to fight for a long time, and later, they were simply running back and forth to make a appearance.

The Papal soldiers rushed forward when they didn't throw grenades, and when they heard the grenades, they retreated, as if they were playing a game of turnaround and running on the battlefield.

The Semitic and human generals who commanded the battle in the rear were also helpless, and these human soldiers were only passively attacking, not retreating.

Could it be that the Semitic Warlords would charge with them?

Cardinal Sandos was keenly aware of this situation, and ordered his soldiers to save grenades and throw a few if the enemy was not storming.

So much so that the battle was fought later. The commanders on both sides couldn't stand it anymore.

At this time, hearing the sound of the retreat trumpet, the soldiers besieging Delong City did not hesitate to turn their heads and run back. After fighting for so long, everyone is already hungry, and if you hurry back, you might be able to catch a hot meal.

Looking at the human soldiers running back, Maschinot sneered and said casually: "If the attack had run so fast, we would have hit Ruman City a long time ago." ”

Emperor De Rossi felt very embarrassed and snorted. scolded in his heart: There is a kind of Semitic soldiers.

Grandma's, let my people be sent to death as cannon fodder, you are still talking cool in the back, what the hell~!

After the Battle of Rotgaron, the High Priest of the Undead severed the heads of dozens of deserters and divided their territory and army among the Semitic generals and Emperor De Rossi.

After the high priest Dawan's vigorous purge, the human vassals on the battlefield are not so chaotic now, and more than half of them are the troops under Emperor De Rossi, which is quite easy to identify.

Maschinot glanced at Emperor De Rossi's expression. seemed to see through his mind and sneered. Said arrogantly: "Let your people rush for a while in the afternoon, your people still have some effect in consuming human weapons."

I will send our Semitic warriors to end the battle. ”

With the increasingly glorious victories of the Semitic tribes, the contradictions between the Semitic generals and the attached human nobles became more and more obvious.

Everyone came out to mix, although no matter who it was, all of them shouted Niu 13 coaxing, and it was 'world peace'. What is 'to establish a heart for heaven and earth, and a life for the people?' For the sake of the saints, for the sake of eternal peace', but who doesn't know what's going on?

The big guy pinned his head to the waistband of his trousers, held a watermelon knife, and cut all the way from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road, without closing his eyes for three days and three nights, and fought so hard. To put it bluntly, it's all about grabbing land, things, food, and women.

The Semitic generals thought that all the territory that had been defeated should be theirs. Don't look at the occupation area, it's quite big, but 'no matter how big the is, it can't hold up more dogs', and it's not enough to divide it now.

The Semitic generals who have not yet obtained the title and fief are now green in their eyes, and they can't wait to draw directly on the map, circle the places that have not yet been beaten, and shout, "This is mine, no one should fucking rob Lao Tzu." ”

The human nobles who surrendered did not see it that way, they also worked for the High Priest of the Dead, and deserved to be rewarded.

From Oloron St. Mary to the current Delong City, not all of them were human nobles who fought hard for thousands of miles, so why did the Semitic people take the lion's head when the land was divided, and they left them a little soup.

The lawsuit has reached the High Priest of the Undead, but the High Priest of the Undead has not said a word about this situation.

As a dictator who had ruled the Semitic race for more than a thousand years, he was happy to see the discord between the Semitic generals and the human aristocracy, which was beneficial to his rule.

Under his contemplation and connivance, the contradictions between the noble Semitic generals of mankind intensified day by day.

Now as long as they grab the territory, even if it is a village or a town, whether the occupants are Semitic or from the Derossi Empire, they will immediately plant a flag to show that this place is already their own, and the others will hurry up and refuse the entry of the other party's people.

If the other party dares to forcibly enter without knowing each other, a fire will definitely break out.

Clashes between the two sides over the turf are a daily occurrence, but most of the time the human vassals have no choice but to avoid them.

Now the resentment between the Semitic and the human race is very great, the two sides are not camped together, and the soldiers will not wander around the other party's military camp, and if they are found, they will definitely be beaten, and some people even disappear without explanation.

Maschinotte unceremoniously satirized the incompetence of De Rossi's subordinates, in his eyes, this emperor has no ability to fight and train soldiers, and his ability to shoot the big sacrifice Sima fart and grab the territory is quite great.

His De Rossi empire had doubled in size in two months, much to the resentment of Maschinotte, who was supposed to have belonged to him, the king of Casmonia.

Just as the human rebels began to retreat, Delon's western gate suddenly opened, and a large group of cavalry rushed out, brandishing shiny sabers, shouting to kill the retreating Derossi Imperial soldiers.

The knights at the head of the team held high the golden cross flag of the Holy See, and the banner flew at full speed under the gallop of the war horse.

"Kill~!"

The cavalry of the Holy See shouted excitedly and rushed through the gaps in the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Caught up with the tail of the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire.

The all-steel saber produced by Naian is sharp and hard, and can easily split iron bars several millimeters thick, and the saber with cold light reflects the frightened expressions of the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire, and slashes down heavily.

The high-speed gallop of the war horse and the huge arm strength of the knight combined, slashing on the human body like cutting jelly, easily splitting the body of the unlucky ghost, and their head or limbs were separated from the body in an instant and flew into the air.

The human soldiers, who were bent on retreating, saw the Holy See cavalry who were closely following them, harvesting their lives like mowing grass, and they screamed in horror and accelerated to flee.

A spectacle appeared on the battlefield. Thousands of cavalry drove tens of thousands of enemies.

Maschinot also did not expect that surrounded by his absolutely superior forces, the defenders of Delong City would dare to launch a counterattack, the timing was just right, and the offensive was fierce.

Thousands of cavalry roamed the battlefield like paring knives, each scraping a layer from the fleeing crowds of the De Rossi Empire.

They also knew that their troops were too small, so they didn't rush in one direction at all, but kept adjusting their direction, and after breaking up a group of troops from the De Rossi Empire, they turned around and killed the densely populated places on the other side.

Within ten minutes. So he went from the west gate to the north gate, and then turned back and slew back.

The frontal battlefield was full of De Rossi Imperial soldiers who had been driven by them and fled frantically.

Emperor De Rossi was so angry that his face turned red. Manic roared loudly: "What are you doing in front of you, a group of idiots, rice buckets, they are only a thousand people, resist their attack, outflank them on both wings, and order the people on both sides to outflank them~!"

But the soldiers on the battlefield were only concerned with retreating, no one went to carry out the orders of His Majesty the Emperor, and the heralds did not even know to whom to convey the orders of Emperor De Rossi.

The ghost knows where to command the front line at this moment~!

Maschinot stared at a crimson general at the front of the papal cavalry. sneered and said, "It's a talent, it's interesting......"

Emperor De Rossi turned his head and glared at Maschinot, and shouted, "Don't you know that the situation is critical?"

"I'm not interested in saving a bunch of fools who can't even retreat in echelons," Maschinot said without even glancing at De Rossi, "and besides, he didn't dare chase after him." ”

At this time, the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire, who had fled, withdrew to the camp one after another. The cavalry of the Holy See halted their pursuit at a distance of three hundred meters from the Semitic camp.

The Semitic soldiers in front of the camp were already in formation.

The red-robed general at the head stood upright on his horse and glanced at Maschinotte under the lightning banner, then flicked his horse's head and quickly retreated.

Maschinot snorted coldly and said to himself, "Are all the people of the Holy See like this? Finally ran into something that wasn't soft. ”

Turning around and walking back to the barracks surrounded by Semitic generals, Emperor Derossi stared at his back and returned to his camp, where he had to teach the generals who commanded the siege a lesson.

Emperor De Rossi's face made him lose all his face~!

During the brief lull of the battlefield, the soldiers of the Holy See seized the time to eat and rest, while the citizens of Delong were busy transporting supplies to the front, carrying the bodies of the wounded and dead, and urgently clearing the trenches.

Everyone knows that this battle has just begun, and more difficult is yet to come.

Sure enough, just after noon, the enemy on the opposite side attacked again, and this time they learned wisely, and the soldiers in the front row held aloft shields more than a man tall and tied with arm-thick trees.

However, the grenades in the hands of the Holy See soldiers were well prepared.

The dreary battle continued until the afternoon when it was about to darken, and Maschinot, who had been waiting anxiously in the rear, keenly observed that the explosion on the battlefield had weakened, and the De Rossi Imperial soldiers had advanced a lot.

Humanity should have lost its stamina.

At this time, as long as he added a fire to it, maybe he would win, he didn't have time to waste in this small city, the Vatino was his goal.

Maschinot looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time to come." ”

Then with a wave of his hand, he ordered loudly: "Out of formation, line up, prepare to attack." ”

Under his order, the Semitic soldiers who had been waiting in the rear walked out of the barracks in formation, slowly walked towards the battlefield, and stopped behind the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire who were fighting fiercely.

Maschinot glanced at Emperor De Rossi beside him and said, "The fortress of war is coming, is Your Majesty interested in seeing how we win this battle?"

The corners of Emperor De Rossi's mouth twitched twice, and he cursed in his heart. But in the end, he could only smile reluctantly and said, "That's what I mean, Your Majesty, please." ”

"Your Majesty, please. Maschinoth also raised his hand, and galloped into the middle of the Semitic army, looking at the Papal soldiers fighting on the walls of Delon.

In the distance, a dark shadow whistled out of the sunlight and headed for the head of Delon, where the undead war fortress arrived in time to help.

At this moment in the city, the observer took a deep breath, suppressed the wild beating of his heart, and said excitedly: "Found the target, in the direction of one o'clock, six hundred meters away, it is De Rossi of the dog day~!"

Damn, I finally let Lao Tzu wait, Kennedy is ours. ”

The trained shooter slowed his breathing, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and slowly exhaled a breath of clarity.

The cheeks are attached to the butt, the scope is firmly attached to the target, the body is as immobile as a stone, and then the fingers are slowly attached to the trigger.

"Understand, confirm the goal. ”

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