Until the sandstorm was almost blowing in their faces, there were still many generals who hoped that the so-called night raid of the Desert Kingdom army was just speculation, but unfortunately, as a group of vulture knights showed their form in the yellow sand, their last bit of luck was shattered.

In addition to the howling of the wind and sand, there was a chirp that had never been heard before, and the hastily dressed orc soldiers raised their heads, startled by the sounds that sounded without warning, because they were filled with the smell of bloodthirst.

Kumir took the lead, controlling the vultures to swoop down rapidly towards a group of orc soldiers, the wielding scythe bursting out of the yellow sand for a moment, dozens of good heads with soaring pillars of blood were blown out by the wind, and their still standing bodies were cut in two by the sharp cutting of the end of the vulture's wings.

When the soldiers who were only in charge of logistics saw this bloody scene, they were immediately frightened, and could only watch the vulture knight disappear without a trace under the cover of the sandstorm, and even faintly heard the rampant laughter of the assailants.

The soldiers who did not even have a whole body left in the other place did not see the murderer's appearance until they died.

The oasis is so big that if you look at the whole of the Oasis base camp from above, you can find that the armies of the three forces are not ready to meet the enemy, and some elves are even slowly tidying up their outfits, unaware that a vulture knight formed by a wing has been killed by the wind, leaving only wails and screams everywhere they pass.

Vulture Knights are the most ruthless executioners, and they have been instilled in their long training with the idea that they can see blood when they shoot out, and it may be a good thing to be a teammate, but if they are enemies, it will be the worst nightmare.

I have to say that the cooperation of the vulture knights is simply flawless, a wing of at least 600 vulture knights, in such a limited field of vision sandstorm environment, there will be no "collision" accident, its personal hard power and coordination ability can be seen.

The Swan general Rhodias looked at the vulture knights raging over the oasis, his face gloomy and terrifying, his knuckles turned white from the force he forced.

The Swan Clan warriors and Eagle Clan warriors under his command could not rise into the air to fight because of the sandstorm climate, even if they barely went up, they would definitely be set on fire at the first time, and now the air supremacy of the Oasis Camp has been lost, and there is basically no possibility of regaining it.

Although they lost air supremacy, the ground forces of the tripartite alliance were finally able to form a defensive line, and the soldiers of the orc kingdom rushed to the front line, behind the dwarves, and finally the elves, and now it was the turn of the ground-to-air forces to show their true strength.

Centaurs and elves are natural marksmen, and several wings add up to thousands of men searching for enemy tracks in the sand of the storm, pulling the bowstring against the wind and aiming at the fierce wind.

The elves who were able to participate in the expeditionary force were all good at both swords and arrows, and in addition to the famous sword art "Sword Song", they also mastered an attack magic called "magic archery", which is infused with magic arrows that are not only more destructive, but also enhance the range and stability of the bow and arrow.

Hundreds of slender elves, both men and women, formed in a firing phalanx, ready to fire, the arrows at the tips glowing brightly green, and the wind could blow their long hair, but it could not shake the steady bow in their hands.

"Volley!" a middle-aged elf said in awe.

Hundreds of magic-infused arrows pierced the night sky, pulling out a curtain of arrows made of green light, and the magic power of the arrows counteracted the effects of the wind, and this saturation blow to a specific area was immediate, and the two vulture knights maneuvered to evade, but still could not escape the cover of the arrow screen, and were shot down on the spot.

The Centaur archers were naturally not to be outdone, they opened the Pegasus vision to the limit, the same dense arrow curtain, the same saturated range of strikes, and the same shot down two vulture knights, although the results were not brilliant enough, but after all, this was a counterattack in an extreme environment, and no matter how picky the commander was, he couldn't ask for more.

Hatsuyuki, Anna, and Emilia hid in a small low building, and in the distance there was a burst of green light, and even from this distance they could hear the vulture's wail as it was shot down.

"It seems that the other forces have found a way to fight back. Anna was relieved.

As the daughter of Dante's priest, Anna inherited his father's compassionate heart, and if she could easily become the target of a local fire, she really wanted to rush to the aid of other troops now, and every time she sang a war song, every soldier would have more hope of survival.

Just when Anna thought that the situation could gradually come back, she suddenly found that the solemn expression on Chu Xue's face had not eased, but had become more and more serious.

"Chu Xue, what's wrong?" Anna's heart jumped to her throat.

Chu Xue couldn't bear to look at the frequent green light: "It's too late." ”

The commander of the Elven Marksman Wing was preoccupied with how to take down the Vulture Knight, but instinctively ignored the fatal flaw behind his tactic.

In an extremely harsh environment like a sandstorm, any creature that relies on visual action will be greatly affected.

This kind of influence is not friend or foe, even the vulture knights who have lived in the desert area for decades, they only see it slightly more clearly than others, they rely on the adaptability of the environment on the one hand, and on the other hand, they rely on the ink crystal windproof goggles, and they cannot completely ignore the effect of the wind and sand, and their vision is still blurred.

However, the green flash of the elven archers made them the center of attention of all the vulture knights, almost like lighting a light in the night. But this lamp does not lead them to victory, but hastened their demise!

Like wolves smelling blood, the Vulture Knights launched a collective dive from three directions, the piercing screams of death exploded in everyone's ears, and the second wave of arrows and the third wave of arrows salvo fired, and this wave of blows alone shot down the double-digit Vulture Knights, but many of the archers did not have a trace of joy on their faces.

Because their heads have risen to the sky, they can no longer make any expressions.

Illuminated by hundreds of green rays of light, vulture knights can even see the ground, flying at an unbelievable angle at an ultra-low altitude, and the knights hold their scythes in their hands, so that without slashing, patches of heads will crash into themselves.

Because the shooter team formed a stupid phalanx according to the regulations, and they were ready to be killed.

The sound of broken flesh and bones of hell sounded, and each click represented the fall of an elven archer, and this sound for a moment drowned out the howl of the wind and sand.

It was just a low-altitude dive, and the Elven Marksman Wing was almost completely wiped out!

Kumir's scythe was swung again and again, and the blood stains would be blown down by the strong wind at the first time, and there were at least dozens of elven archers who fell under his scythe, but he was not satisfied with this meaningless mowing, he wanted to strive for greater military merit.

The collapse of the Elven Marksman Wing directly led to a gap in the output of anti-air fire, Kumir was like a wolf into the flock, and after another low-altitude entry and slaughter, he found a general surrounded by many guards in the panicked orc army.

His target is the Swan general Reddias.

"Hehe, if I can get back the head of a Swan general this time, Master Rommel will be impressed with me, right?" Kumir thought to himself, but his hands moved much faster than his brain, and he whistled, and immediately a small team rushed to his side to cover his attack on the general.

Redias sneered and stepped forward, shaking the guards away with a strong fighting spirit.

When he was young, he was also a well-known Golden Knight-level powerhouse in the military department, but his strength had decreased due to his age, but his eyesight was still there, and Kumir had his eyes on the head on his neck, and he wanted to take it off.

The white wings behind Redias spread, the silver-white fighting spirit hummed, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, one calm and calm, the other fierce and bloodthirsty, neither of them chose to retreat.

"It's rare to finally see one!" Kumir harnessed the vulture to speed again, scurrying like a black lightning bolt through the yellow sand, and he raised his scythe above his head, intending to cut off Redias' head the moment he avoided the sword in his hand.

Redias suddenly took out his sword, and the sword momentum was not as elegant as the usual elegance of ordinary swan powerhouses, but with a resolute awe, cutting through the yellow sand in the sky for a moment, which was enough to see that Redias was definitely a strong man with a sword when he was young.

However, reality did not take care of the elderly swan general, his sword that gathered his fighting spirit was dodged by Kumir with a strange deflection maneuver, the sword qi and fighting spirit were cut into the air, and the skilled Kumir "hung" on the top of Redias's head like an upside-down bat, his scythe had been swung, and the next second Redias would be in a different place.

In vain, a shadow of death loomed over Kumir without warning, and he hesitated for a moment, this intuition on the battlefield had made him stop on the brink of death several times, and he would rather believe it than believe it, and decisively gave up the general's head that was close at hand.

He subconsciously looked into the distance, where a glimmer of light was fleeting, and he almost instinctively chose to avoid it. The next moment, he felt the wind pierce through something, as if something was passing through his ears at incredible speed, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Until the vulture under his seat seemed to be hit by an invisible fist.

The vulture's wings were cut into a palm-sized hole of blood, and the bald vulture, which had lost its balance, was blown away by the wind like a rag, and could no longer pass through the sandstorm, and fell to the ground with a wail. Kumir did not hesitate to abandon his mount, leaping into the air, and a companion quickly picked him up, and the two rode a vulture.

Kumir stared at the place where the glimmer of light had just flickered, his back wet with cold sweat for the first time in a long time, and it was the light that shone for a moment, causing him to lose his mount.

Kumir's eyes widened as he saw a faint light on his left side again.

This time, however, there was more than one light.

“1374。 The sniper-aimed platinum spat out a cold number.

The 12.7 mm armor-piercing bullet was discharged at more than three times the speed of sound, and the vortex of the bullet opened a closed channel in a vacuum in the sandstorm and headed straight for Kumir.

After Platinum fired the first shot, the Centaur shooters of the Precision Shooting Team all locked on to Kumir's position.

However, the reason why Kumir was able to climb to the position of wing captain was not by flattery, he completely relied on his extraordinary skills and military merits, and climbed up step by step with blood, and in the face of life and death crisis, his body reacted faster than his head!

Kumir stomped on the vulture's right wing, and the vulture's left wing raised uncontrollably, several armor-piercing bullets piercing the wings and deflecting the trajectory, two of which flew almost against his cheek, and the strong wind tore a bloody hole in his face.

Kumir took the opportunity to stomp his feet on the vulture's back again, and with the help of his strength, he rushed to the ground like a cannonball, trying to escape by land.

His companion was not so lucky, he was hit directly by several armor-piercing bullets, and the huge momentum of the bullets caused him to spin in mid-air at least a dozen times, and then the scrap of flesh, which could barely be spliced together, fell to the ground with the vulture, and blood spilled into the air.

The loss of contact with the Wing Captain left the entire Wing in a situation where there was no one to command, and the other vulture knights only saw the Wing Captain being shot down, but they did not know what the Wing Captain was shot down by, let alone find out the location of the attacker.

The precision shooting squad led by Platinum is a connoisseur of sniper warfare.

In Guangmingye's routine training, Chang Hao has always emphasized to them: In the complex battlefield, the first priority of snipers is not to kill the enemy, but to hide themselves first.

The cost of training a sniper is much higher than that of an ordinary soldier, and there is no need to use a sniper if it is only for low-value targets, they exist only to target high-value or high-threat targets of the enemy.

Before they make a move, they must ensure that their position is not easily revealed.

Under Platinum's arrangement, all the Centaur shooters sought out two or three lofts for sniping points, and they would often empty a wooden table and lie on it, covering themselves with camouflage blankets, revealing only a silent barrel aimed at the window.

They put their whole heart and soul into aiming, entrusting their backs to a rapid reaction force led by Lucoco the Folded Ear.

Kumir's ability to see the muzzle flame of Platinum's shot was an accident, partly because he happened to be facing the muzzle of the gun, and partly because of his unconditional trust in instinct and intuition, otherwise he would have been the one who would have been smashed into a mess.

A sniper battle against the vulture knights has quietly begun.

Platinum aiming, loading, pulling the trigger, and aiming again, a set of actions is fluid, and every time the sound of the bullet case landing, a vulture rider falls from mid-air, and no missing bullets are the most basic requirements of every centaur shooter.

The one-sided situation began to reverse, and the armor-piercing projectiles far exceeded the initial velocity of the bow and arrow, making dodging a luxury, after all, not every vulture knight has the perverted crisis instinct like the captain of the Kumir wing, and they can only be beaten passively.

The sandstorm was a natural cover for the Vulture Knights to raid the oasis, but I am afraid that even the god Rommel did not expect that this sandstorm would in turn become the cover of the Bright Field's precision shooting team, which is exactly the old saying that feng shui takes turns.

What's more, the snipers are hiding in the attic, even if a vulture knight accidentally finds it, the huge size of the vulture with a wingspan of nearly 5 meters will not be able to penetrate the small attic, and as long as they slow down, there is no doubt that they will become a live target in the next second.

Unable to continue their ground attacks, the Vulture Knight unleashed various evasive maneuvers in mid-air, trying to make it impossible for the shooters in the shadows to predict and lock down their position.

This method did work to some extent, but it only reduced the frequency of fire from the snipers, because as long as the Centaur shooter pulled the trigger, there was absolutely no reason to fail.

The number of Vulture Knights who have fallen has already exceeded three digits, and looking at the Vulture Knights who are constantly wailing and falling to the earth, the soldiers and generals of the Tripartite Alliance burst into cheers. When morale is low, such a remarkable result is the most morale-boosting achievement.

Redias, the Swan general who had recovered his life, looked thoughtfully in the direction of the Light Camp, and he vaguely guessed who was helping.