"Whoosh Whoosh"

The cone emitted a strange whistling as it broke through the air at high speed, like a strange bird sweeping across the sky.

This movement was immediately captured by the corpse witch who was leading the team to carry out the interspersed siege in the swamp.

The corpse witch on the skeleton horse raised his head, a cold blue spiritual fire flashing under his gloomy hood, and although his skin was shriveled like a dried corpse, his facial features could be faintly seen from this face.

From the high bridge of the nose and the deep sunken eye sockets, you can tell that this guy was a northerly in his life.

Compared to the other corpse witches, this guy still maintains a wide physique after resurrection, which makes it look very strange, and unlike other corpse witches, this guy has a sharp bone knife for melee combat around his waist.

This makes it less of a corpse witch and more of a knight of the underworld.

It soon noticed that six strange objects in the sky were dragging white smoke towards it in a standard parabolic trajectory, which made the corpse witch, who had a lot of experience in warfare, immediately realize that something was wrong.

Even though it had rarely seen this strange thing before, it could probably guess what it was for.

The Corpse Witch raised the Eerie Staff of Decay in his hand to apply a psionic shield around him, while the elite skeleton army under his control raised their shields for defense.

The benefits of the super strong execution of the undead creatures are vividly reflected here, and in the blink of an eye, the entire military array has entered defensive mode.

At the same time, those strange shells began to fall.

The buzzer mounted on the cannonball moved in the wind, and the mournful sound became more and more piercing as the flight path accelerates, like an invisible ghost swooping down from the sky to devour the sacrifices that have been sacrificed to war.

"Dwarves' cannonballs."

The corpse witch on the horse was unimpressed.

Although it has been dead for almost two hundred years, the period after its resurrection also tells about the changes in the continent.

Halflings and dwarves had already used it in combat in its time, and while the weapon was impressive to its psionic user, its lethality was clearly overrated.

As for blowing up the dead with cannonballs, this kind of thing is even more nonsense!

The greatest advantage of dead creatures is that they are cheap enough and have no morale to speak of, which pushes the damage of artillery and the fear it brings to the limit.

When dealing with the Sea of the Undead, a good knife is better than a halfling rapid-fire gun.

Of course, the difference between the two is only that those who dare to attack the undead army can choose how to die in battle, nothing more.

It thought so, despised the halfling's plaything so much, and watched with a calm and waveless mentality as the six shells smashed into the military formation in front of it.

It's not that it doesn't want to do refined operations, it's that it's unnecessary, not to mention that it doesn't have enough time to react.

Himself was raided.

Unfortunately, he didn't mess up because of this, and the attackers had already revealed their position, so they only needed to send a few skeleton vanguards with the cavalry to kill them.

"Boom"

The strange movement interrupted the necromancer's planned counterattack, and the cannonballs that landed in its stunned gaze did not stupidly explode to injure the enemy, but instead spilled out the blinding fire like fireworks in all directions after a muffled sound, and any skeleton soldiers who were contaminated with the burning sparks would immediately enter a state of incineration.

This strange flame worked extremely quickly, and within the coverage of six calibration bullets, it took just ten seconds for the Corpse Witch to realize that he had lost at least a few dozen elite skeleton warriors.

Their necromancy enhancements are strong enough to withstand normal fire attacks, but they don't seem to have any defensive effect against this strange "firework".

These things

Just looks like fire!

They are more dangerous than flames, they can attach themselves to bones and burn until everything that can be burned is completely burned.

So vicious!

This must be some kind of alchemy that works against the undead.

Before the Witch could judge the result, a second wave of six shells came at again, and such a rapid repetition completely subverted the Witch's stereotype of a bulky thing like a cannon.

This time it took countermeasures and ordered the skeleton army to disperse immediately, but the forward formation of thousands of men was not so easy to spread out quickly in the swamp.

The second wave of shelling brought the scream of death closer, making the corpse witch feel as if the scream was spreading above his head, and when he looked up, he saw a cannonball dragging white smoke and a strange howl whistling towards it and falling only a dozen meters away from it, and then the white smoke exploded, causing the "fireworks" to fly everywhere.

The cannon shot was extremely accurate, landing right on the core of the corpse witch's array, allowing it to see with its own eyes those scorching hot points of light sprinkled like stars falling in its precious skeleton mage position.

Those with psionic shields are better, and those who don't have time to hold up their shields are contaminated by the light and start emitting white smoke.

The necromancy-strengthened bones could not resist the burning of the scorching thing, and they did not feel pain, but the destruction of their bodies would still cause great distress to the skeleton soldiers.

The Corpse Witch watched several skeleton mages unleash an ice storm in an attempt to extinguish the eerie fire on their bodies, but before they could finish casting, their bones were burned through, causing the entire skeleton to collapse into the muddy water.

This strange and astonishing destructive power warns the corpse witch in his heart.

Fortunately, only one of the six shells from the second wave of shelling landed near it, and the remaining five shells were seriously deflected but also smashed into the skeleton army's array, allowing the second wave to take more than a hundred skeletons with them.

This loss was nothing to the Witch, but it was aware that the enemy's actions could cause serious disruption to its army.

It no longer hesitated, and gave the order through the contact between its superiors and subordinates, and immediately a group of skeleton cavalry rushed towards the position where the cannon was fired.

At this time, on the high ground, Lao Qin was shouting and scolding the students to act.

"What the hell was the second shot? Let's move the muzzle down by 5°! How many have you moved? Why don't you put the muzzle of this thing low enough to fit into your crotch?

!

Didn't you study math in college?

Hurry up and adjust!

That round just now was supposed to cover the artillery bombardment and kill the opposing commander! Damn, we've lost this great opportunity. ”

"Old Qin! Skeletons are rushing over! ”

The rainbow cat, clutching the monocular, shouted:

"It's skeleton cavalry, nearly a hundred people rushed over, the speed is very fast, the swamp can't delay their speed, let's run!"

"Run a XX! You coward. ”

Lao Qin kicked on the rainbow cat's buttocks, and he scolded:

"It's more than ten meters above the ground, they can't climb up in a short time, and we still have fifty-four shells! Fuck, shoot all these shells at Lao Tzu before they rush over!

Blow them up!

A few of you! Do you know how to adjust the angle?

Now I won't command you, you will fight separately, and the two of you will be in charge of one barrel, since you can't use the cold cannon to decapitate, you can disperse the attack.

You put your heart in your stomach for Lao Tzu!

We are destined not to live today, but remember to pull a few more pads before we die. ”

"There are only four white phosphorus bombs left."

Three catties of sweet potato roast shouted:

"The rest are high-explosive grenades, Lao Qin, you use white phosphorus bombs, you can hit accurately!"

"Damn, I forgot, I still have guns and weapons of mass murder that the Hammer and Sickle Regiment want to hand over to the student party."

The rainbow cat hero who was kicked couldn't care about being angry, and seeing that everyone else was busy in full swing, shooting cannonballs one by one, he also reacted and hurriedly opened the psionic bag on his waist and threw all the things in it on the high ground.

In addition to a few boxes of newly appeared replica Mosin Nagant, there was also a large box, and the rainbow cat opened the lid of the box and exclaimed:

"! Aerial bombs! ”

"Huh?"

Lao Qin, who was calibrating the position, suddenly turned his head and saw a small aerial bomb with a red top painted in the box, which made his eyes widen.

I exclaimed in my heart:

"Blanch! What did my old men do in this game? Why did they even come up with such a crazy thing?

That's not right!

Translasia's level of industry is clearly not yet the time for this thing to appear.

You don't even have a fucking plane, but you actually made a bomb first, and this technology tree is crooked to grandma's footcloth, right? ”

"Big killer!"

The four student parties beside Lao Qin did not have the slightest fear, and the newcomers in the distance were even more fanatical, these guys smelled too much gunpowder for the first time, and this would be close to the time of a lifetime of happy madness.

The three roommates of the sweet potato roast even took off their clothes in excitement, followed the posture in the movie, and stuffed those shells into the barrel with sweat and kept firing indiscriminately.

Seeing the explosion of fires on the swamp in front of them was like a big scene in a war movie, a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction unique to men arose, making these guys even laugh and provoke and scold.

All of them are so crazy that they don't look like normal people.

"Big killer fart! This thing won't detonate without a projectile of sufficient height. ”

Lao Qin is knowledgeable.

He cursed, quickly shot the four white phosphorus catapults in his hand, and then walked quickly to the bomb, picked up the wrench in the box, rolled up his sleeves, and seemed to be planning to disassemble the thing.

"! What are you going to do, Lao Qin? Shoot the cannon! Shoot now! They surrounded. ”

The rainbow cat held a mosin nagant and trembled to insert the bayonet at his waist into the bayonet seat, but was too excited and afraid to try three times without success.

Lao Qin, who looked at it, looked disdainful, he stepped forward and grabbed the gun and the bayonet and inserted it with a click, but instead of returning it to the rainbow cat, he carried it on his back.

He half-knelt on the ground and picked up a wrench to disassemble the front end of the bomb, and said without looking back:

"I'm going to have to get the safety fuse off of this thing so that when they get close enough, I can get it to detonate manually by striking the chemicals in it, but luckily the technology of this thing is rough enough and backward enough that I can't handle anything at the level of World War II."

"What the hell are you doing in reality, Nima!"

The rainbow cat's scalp was numb for a moment, and he screamed:

"This doesn't look like a retired old man's work, you old boy shouldn't have come back from the Middle East, right?"

"Ha, I've said it all, I've fought battles, so I've seen a little more than you."

Lao Qin didn't care about the rainbow cat's foul language at all.

He could already hear the skeletal army climbing below the heights, the bone arrows whizzing around him, and the wails of the student party as they were stabbed by the arrows.

There was a rancid wind blowing around, it was the smell of swamps, but it had a different flavor when it smelled in Lao Qin.

That's the wind of war

"Dream back to the heroic day of the year, Jin Ge Iron Horse killed Hu Lu."

The old guy also hummed a few strange tunes, which were getting more and more feeling.

But in the next second, a whistling flame strike technique fell from the sky.

The huge and sudden pillar of fire almost enveloped most of the heights, swallowing seven or eight of the four student parties and other budding newcomers who were fighting the cannonballs, and even the people and the barrels were engulfed in the flames in an instant.

He didn't even scream and went west.

There was a sudden shouting and scolding in the dormitory where the sweet potato was burned, and the three guys jumped up from the bed, threw away their helmets and began to curse.

Their emotions were obviously still in the excitement just now, and after scolding, they came to the side of the only living sweet potato roast, and surrounded his bed like a cult ritual, looking at the helmeted sweet potato roast on the bed.

It seems that in this way, he wants to encourage his good brother to continue fighting in the swamp and not to embarrass his dormitory.

"Ahem"

Lao Qin, who was knocked away by the impact attached to the Flame Strike Technique, struggled to get up from the side, he shook his head and felt that he was concussed, and there was still sticky blood under his nostrils.

Fortunately, this is in the game, and if you come to this in reality, you probably won't even have a chance to enter the ICU.

"."

He cursed, staggered forward and picked up the hot and twisted wrench to continue to operate the flying bomb, and the only remaining sweet potato and rainbow cat behind him would have gone crazy.

The two guys were also caught by the Flame Strike Technique, and the clothes on their bodies were set on fire, making them look like scarecrows crawling out of the fire, but they still didn't stop until they fired the last cannonball next to them as Lao Qin asked.

This last shot was fired by a sweet potato.

It was also a shit luck, and it smashed right at the feet of the corpse witch moving towards the high ground, and with a loud bang, the skeleton horse under the corpse witch's crotch and the guards beside it exploded.

Unfortunately, it's not that white phosphorus bombs can't deal deeper damage, and the corpse witch who was thrown into the muddy water didn't take any damage with a psionic shield.

However, the blue light that danced in this guy's eye socket meant that his mood was already very unstable.

It had learned that there were only six people on that high ground!

And three of them had already been killed by their own flame strike skills, but the remaining three could still cause it such a big trouble!

What the hell is the origin of the goddamn curved artillery, which can fire quickly and flexibly adjust the angle of fire?

Why do these Transans have weapons in their hands that they don't even have halflings?

It became more and more curious about it.

Its curiosity about these "warriors" had overridden the order it was going to carry out this time, and the movement caused by so many shells smashing into this place could not be detected unless the vampires were deaf, and the attack was essentially bankrupt.

But that's okay!

There are many more opportunities for it to be repeated.

It only wanted to see these Tranians for itself, and in its old memories the land was indeed teeming with fearless barbarians, but such a nimble and ferocious attack was not like the work of a traditional Trancian man.

If they really have this kind of tactical execution, they won't be poisoned every time they are plagued.

There must have been something going on on that land that I didn't know about.

"They're rushing up!"

Sweet potato roast screamed.

Several skeletons had already climbed up in front of him, and these guys were coming towards them with knives and guns in hand, and it was too late to run.

The young art student glanced back, and Lao Qin was leaning on the bomb that had been disassembled, panting, his waist and abdomen were torn open and still burning under the bombardment of the firefighting technique just now.

The old guy only had his last breath left.

"Run!"

Lao Qin threw the bayonet gun he had on his hand to the rainbow cat, signaling him to run quickly, he was already ready to detonate the bomb.

As for sweet potato roast.

Lao Qin only had time to give a thumbs up to the young man who had persevered to the end, when he saw the flaming sweet potato burning on his body howling with a rifle and rushing towards the skeletons that pounced.

He is a warrior who is as brave as crawling out of hell, but his combat skills are so bad that he can't look at him directly, and he is knocked down by Skeleton Knight with a hammer in the first turn.

Then, with a rude shouting, several grenades strapped to his body were detonated, blasting the surrounding skeletons into the air.

Well, it's a great final charge for a warrior's stance, although it's not much for birds.

The rainbow cat has taken advantage of the chaos to jump off the ground.

It's not that he's instigating.

If he can hit this point, he can't be described as a coward, he must break out of the explosion zone of the bomb, at least one of them must survive, right?

Lao Qin's blood bar has bottomed out.

His consciousness was a little blurry, as if he dreamed back to the Xisha battlefield back then, and he could vaguely see his companions charging with guns raised.

Alas, those old fellows were unlucky not to survive the good times as they did now.

The surrounding skeleton soldiers gathered, and Lao Qin was going to detonate the bomb immediately, but he suddenly found that these guys did not attack him, which made him realize that this might be an opportunity, so he pretended to be powerless and waited.

Soon, he saw a guarded corpse witch walking up to the high ground, the guy staring at him with a cold spiritual fire, as if asking something.

But Lao Qin no longer had the strength to answer.

He didn't need to answer.

At the moment when the corpse witch approached, Lao Qin showed a hideous smile on his face, and with his last strength, he knocked the twisted wrench on the chemical fuse of the aerial bomb behind him.

"Boom"

The terrifying flames exploded at this moment, and the "Li Mei Happy Bomb" let out its own roar for the first time on the swamp battlefield. The flames that filled the sky fell to the ground like meteors, and in that instant, the entire highland and everything around it were engulfed in viscous burning flames.

And Ah Ru, who was flying rapidly in the sky, made an abrupt stop, he stared blankly at the fire that burst in front of him, and the handle of the knife in his hand made a sound.

"!"

He scolded:

"It's too late"

(End of chapter)