Section 27 Blasting

"Quiet, children, get your guns ready. Borg reminded his men softly again. They had approached the Greenskin camp. If the Greenskins are provoked to the point of losing patience, then they will undoubtedly rush out of here and go straight to the position of the cannon. At this point, Borg was able to use his musket to deal a fatal blow to the leading greenskin, causing the other greenskins to stumble around like headless flies. This is a tried-and-true tactic that has been proven countless times in actual combat.

He led some of the boldest and most daring musketeers slowly through the darkness, looking for an opportunity to snipe the greenskinned orcs. It was not an order from Master Ashrufat, but a whim of his mind.

From time to time, the light of the cannon fire pierced the darkness in the distance. The musketeers stopped and began to observe the Greenskins with their binoculars. Borg was pleased to see that a greenskin had been hit by a cannonball, turning into a mass of minced meat.

The movement of the Greenskin camp is a bit suspicious. According to the habit of the green skins, they should have been impatient to rush out at this time. The nature of the greenskins makes them intolerant of any provocations. But through the binoculars, Borg could clearly see that there were no Greenskins assembled in the camp.

"What's going on?" he whispered to himself again, then picked up the binoculars to take a closer look. Although the dwarves possess dark vision, the dark vision does not reach the level of acuity of the nezumi. Even with the help of the telescope, he couldn't observe the entire Greenskin Camp in action.

"Who's in charge of the cannon over there?" he asked his men. "You can't be a newbie, right?"

"It's Fei Wen, the master of gunnery. One of his men replied. "Head, look at what you said. All the gunners of our legion are first-class gunnery masters selected by the association. ”

"Well, one of us must go back and tell Fivin that he must raise the muzzle of the gun. Borg said. "Otherwise, ten shots won't kill a single greenskin. ”

"Head, the Master's order is for us to harass the Greenskins with restlessness. He also made a point of emphasizing not to chase the number of kills. You know, we have buried a lot of gunpowder in the ground. ”

That's really a lot of gunpowder. Every dwarf knew this, and they knew that the gunpowder was mixed with a lot of rubble, pieces of iron, nails, and the like to increase its lethality. As an officer, Borg was sure that at this moment, there were already several excellent Demomen on standby in concealed positions, and they could only detonate the gunpowder at the first order of the Grand Forge. However, according to the planned battle plan, the gunpowder detonation time was dawn, which means that he had to wait for half the night.

It would be nice if there was a little more gunpowder. He thought with some regret. The entire underside of the camp was covered with gunpowder, and a single detonation caused the greenskin to disappear completely...... Of course, this is his fantasy. The dwarves could not have had that much gunpowder. The 50,000 greenskins needed to camp in a place that was not ordinary.

"It's okay, even the Master will be happy to hear that we've eliminated a few more Greenskins. Borg waved his hand. One of his subordinates quietly turned around and left. He picked up the binoculars again.

There are only a few green skins in the area covered by artillery fire. This is also normal, even the green skin knows the nature of "seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages", and will not send himself to the gun for no reason. But the Greenskins were the least able to stand up to provocation, and it is surprising that they have not yet reacted to artillery. With Borg's years of experience on the battlefield, there are two possibilities at the moment - either the Greenskins are killed by a lucky cannonball, and now the Greenskins are leaderless. Either this green-skinned boss is really a very powerful boss, he can actually control the desire of his subordinates to fight, and still choose to wait in this situation.

There were some strange sounds in the wind. However, because of the rumbling of the cannons, Borg couldn't hear it clearly for a while. When he came to his senses, he immediately realized that he had made a big mistake.

"Scrooge!" Borg said in the direction of the voice, a bullet. His men also fired muskets indiscriminately. The dwarven squad shot and walked, retreating towards where the larger force was. There was nothing more dangerous for the musketeers than the hordes of Scroog. Because this kind of thing jumps forward and moves erratically, it is difficult to hit. In addition, Scrooge's fangs were lethal to musketeers who lacked heavy armor.

The musketeers quickly ran out of bullets from all three guns, and then immediately retreated. The Borg's rear covered the entire team's retreat.

Scroog jumped from behind and caught up.

The captain of the musket wielded his axe and slashed at the head of a bloated red ball Squiger. Held with one hand, this axe is no match for a normal battle axe in size and power, but it is still fatal to a Scroog without armor defense. Scrooge let out a dying cry and fell to the ground.

By this time, another, larger Scroog had jumped to his side. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Scroog leaned into the Musket Captain and pinned him to the ground. When Borg came back to his senses, he found himself staring at a spongy, drooling mouth. The mouth is surrounded by a ring of long, sharp, yellowed teeth. He desperately grabbed the beast's jawbone with both hands so that Scroog couldn't close his mouth, and the only thing he hoped for was that his life wouldn't end up as Scrooge's supper.

It's unclear how long this state lasted, but Borg slowly felt that his arm was getting weaker and weaker. The Scrooge seemed to sense this, too, and his whole body pounced on him to exert pressure. As soon as his arm can no longer support it, this mouth will begin to tear and gnaw uncontrollably.

Smack! There was a crisp snapping of bones over Scrooge's head. Then the drooling mouth lost its strength and was pushed away by Borg.

The captain of the musket braced up his limp body and saw a sturdy dwarf in front of him. The dwarf was slightly older than him, with a long beard and braids, and his whole body was surrounded by armor. His axe slashed right into Squiger's skull. Borg recognized who it was.

Elsewhere around them, the bearded warriors were engaged with the other Scroogs. For long-bearded warriors in heavy armor, Scrooge's teeth were no particular danger. The intelligence of this beast is also not able to make any effective tactics. The battle turned into a one-sided hunt.

"Looks like I'm here at the right time!" said Mante 61 Bergman in a deliberately feigned tone.

Borg glared at him. "I can do it all myself......"

Mante Kaka laughed, then pulled the axe from Scrooge's corpse. "Like I said," he said, slung the axe over his shoulder, looking around. There is no more to meddle in. Scroog didn't have too many of them, and his men were good enough to handle such a scene. "When a mother doesn't need to know what the child is playing, she just needs to know that the child needs to be taken care of. ”

"How's the cannon going?" asked Borg in a low voice. He now knew about the Greenskins' actions - the Greenskins didn't react to the shelling as they seemed, but drove all the Sgoogs out of the first place and attacked the dwarven cannons. Thankfully, there weren't too many Sgoogs who ended up attacking the musket detachment.

This was completely unexpected. The dwarves know that shortly after the end of winter, there won't be too many Scroogs in the Greenskins (because the Greenskins will use Scroogs as food in winter and use their teeth and leather to make weapons and armor), but this time there are really a lot of Scroogs in the Greenskins.

"It's fine, the artillery side is very well defended. Mante replied. "It's nothing like this. ”

The dwarves have a wealth of experience fighting Scroog, and they know exactly how to deal with such jumping monsters. In fact, it is also very simple, with a tight formation, plus heavy armor, shields and hammer axes, it is not difficult for Scroog to deal with. After all, Scroog is a beast with no IQ, no way to retreat, and no way to know tactics and coordination.

As he spoke, Scrooge, whose leg had been cut off, struggled to jump to his side. Mante swung his axe and cut the bloated ball of flesh in half.

"Scroog doesn't work, and the greenskins look like they're going to make a move. Mante replied. "Let's go back!"

......

Gyro helicopters hovered in the sky.

With the help of dark cover, the helicopter was able to reduce the altitude a lot, so that the pilot could clearly see the movement of the green camp under it. Thanks to the removal of the cannons on the planes, the time spent in the air by the current gyro helicopters has been greatly extended. Coupled with the rotation of several planes, the eyes of the sky are always hanging on the green skin's head.

All the Sgoogs disappeared into the darkness without a sound. The dwarven cannons continued to roar, blasting shell after shell into the greenskin camp. In this case, even the majesty of the boss can't suppress his subordinates. Greenskins don't have the concepts of "patience", "calmness", "discipline" and so on. A large crowd of greenskins began to assemble at an exit from the camp, and there was no doubt that they would soon strike at the cannons.

"Master, the greenskins have been assembled and look like they're about to strike. "Through the communication rune stone, the helicopter pilot reported to Ashrufat, who was in control of the battle from afar. "If it's going to detonate, now is a good time. ”

"Helicopter No. 2, increase the flight altitude. The Great Forge's calm voice came from the rune stone.

The helicopter immediately increased its flight altitude. As soon as the pilot controlled the plane to stabilize its altitude, he immediately saw a huge fireball of extremely bright light rising from the place where the greenskin gathered, emitting a brighter light than the sun.

Then, the orange-red fireball flickered and expanded with extreme speed, exploding, stirring up countless flying fragments.

In the next moment, the helicopter shook violently. The huge impact almost overturned the helicopter. The shock wave was followed by a deafening wave of intense banging that swept across the region. Even the dwarves, accustomed to working with gunpowder, were caught off guard by a buzzing ear.

The helicopter managed to regain control. The engineer in charge of driving the task immediately observed what was happening under his feet, and everything was better than he expected.

The greenskinned camp, all the tents and fences around the center of the blast, were swept high by the blast wave from the blast. Except for the greenskins that were located in the center of the explosion and turned directly into slag, the remaining greenskins were also in chaos. This is normal. Not to mention anything else, the dazzling white light and sound generated by the explosion just now were powerful enough, making Greenskin almost deaf and blind all of a sudden. The fierce air wave generated by the explosion ruthlessly shook a lot of green skins to death.

But compared to the other thing, these are insignificant. The wave of air had brought up a cloud of metal shards and stones, which had been flying in all directions in the horrific explosion. The greenskins, who had been crowded and crowded to get ready to go, suffered great casualties in this death storm. Pieces of metal tore through the armor with a terrible scream, brutally piercing the greenskins' bodies, shattering their hard skin like cream. Most of the green skins of the dwarves, who were clamoring to clean up just now, quickly turned into corpses covered with blood holes and flames, and even directly turned into piles of scattered flesh, flying high into the air, and then sprinkled down.