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"Hell, the mongrels are charging! They have 100, no, 200, no! Oh shit! That's at least three centurions!!"

Campbell tried to suppress anger and surprise, but the attempt quickly failed. From the emotion and consciousness brought by the appearance of the mortal enemy, to the dissatisfaction caused by the indifference of the border defense, he shouted loudly. The roar of the horseshoe stamping on the ground was like rolling thunder in the sky, and the tremor of the earth swept along the ground into the body, and as far as the eye could see, there was a cloud of dust that even the horizon was about to swallow. After activating the experience accumulated in the depths of memory, the dispatch is used to obtain a number that is relatively close to the truth.

"4 centurions. ”

Ahead of a horse, Li Nadu helped correct the calculation error, and the stormy call sign swept through the air.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Ulal

The roar that had crushed the human infantry countless times, tearing apart a defensive system in addition to the fortified city walls, exploded like a thunderbolt after the low and loud sound of the horn, and in the first row were the heavily armored cavalry, the dark iron armor, the raised shields, and the new Albion-style cavalry swords dangling with a terrifying cold light.

[Those guys are going to be finished-]

On more than one occasion, the same scene approached Li Nadu and his companions head-on, and on several occasions nearly took their lives.

Cavalry Group Charge - The toughest test and nightmare of the infantry side in a field encounter. Many countries and armies have failed to deliver satisfactory results, and as a result, precious lives have been taken in addition to what they are desperately defending.

More than 100 guards from the V.E Company entered the examination room under the pessimistic gaze of the villagers of Bode Village, and in place of the bell of the examination room was the roar of the orcs. The orcs who served as examiners rushed to the [earthen ditch] in front of the woods, and Li Nadu, who was responsible for the invigilator, clamped the horse's belly and accelerated towards the V.E company's position.

The views of the examiner and the invigilator are very similar - all the candidate can do is fill in the name, time and then hand in the paper, and the exam will end quickly.

They guessed part of the ending, but they didn't guess the whole process and the whole ending.

A second before Mana began to gather around Li Nadu to construct an attack technique, four bright fireballs rose in the thickest middle of the orc cavalry team's triangular formation, almost simultaneously. The sight of shards of riders and horses churning in mid-air played in slow motion as humans and orcs were indefinitely shredded, the choking smoke had not yet cleared, and more explosions tore the orc cavalry to shreds.

[Defeat first, then kill.] 】

Everything Li Lin's faithful students learned from the military academy revolved around this sentence, and only this sentence was written on the answer sheets they handed in, with some details added at most.

The first to choke was the 82mm mortar, the artillerymen had measured all kinds of shooting elements early in the morning, the four gun crews adjusted the pitch angle of the black and thick barrel to smash the shells and love across the racial and national boundaries into the dense and almost shoulder-to-shoulder cavalry rear, the high-pitched explosion made the still virgin gunners experience the supreme joy and sense of accomplishment, and the high-spirited image of the enemy soldiers being blown away in the rumbling sound almost made them almost over-high and stained their underwear.

It was just at this time that all the orc cavalry team entered the hands of the elves, except for the pistols, every weapon could be powerful, and they were no longer entangled in the small frustration of being pulled out by the gunners, and the machine and riflemen who had been looking forward to [one shot] pulled the trigger under the command of their respective commanders. ...,

This is where the passionate Symphony of Death begins.

The high-pitched serial singing of the MG30 (1230 in the continental calendar) general-purpose machine gun, the neat cappella of the G31 semi-automatic rifle, and the dull bass of the 32-type 12.7mm prototype heavy machine gun formed a lively death chorus, and the 7.92mm and 12.7mm projectiles formed a barrage wall 400 meters away from the trench, and the orc cavalry team that sprinted to the highest speed crashed headlong into this insurmountable invisible wall.

At the forefront were the heavily armored cavalrymen with a half-man shield, and Commander Sorokin placed them at the front, not to fend off magical attacks or to engage in hand-to-hand combat with heavily armored knights, and several reconnaissance before the battle, including the last one in his own participation, confirmed that there were no magicians or knights with large swords in the convoy.

Without these combat power, which would have changed the balance of power, the commander could have let them hold back. Just out of prudence and caution, to guard against the powerful crossbows mentioned by the merchants, the commander decided to let these strong soldiers who wore iron like walking iron to take the vanguard, blocking the opponent's first round of long-range shots, and when it approached the distance that the cavalry crossbow could kill, the heavily armored cavalry separated to the left and right, and after the cavalry archer who followed closely after two or three volleys, the opponent's fighting spirit would collapse due to the tragic casualties, and all that was left was to clean up the hands and tails.

It's a reasonable idea that, under normal circumstances, the commander's tactical predictions can't fault anything, and the battle should go towards a victorious outcome on the side of the orcs.

Usually—when confronted with a human caravan, with a paid guard with an archer's crossbow and sword in hand, staring at the orc cavalry with pale and frightened faces or turning to run away, a fat and cowardly merchant hiding in a wagon and trembling with a cash box, praying to the Mother Goddess to protect his property and life, and after the line of defense has been broken, the orc warriors are left to what they want—such a scene is indeed the usual situation for orcs to get used to.

The impregnable walls of trenches, barbed wire, machine guns, semi-automatic rifles, and curved artillery are not within the reach of common sense that any soldier in this world has come into contact with or experienced.

It was a hell like never before.

Compared to the .50BMG used in the Browning M2HB, the ballistic performance of 12.7×107mm is somewhat unsatisfactory. But the Type 32 12,7mm machine gun bullet tore through the iron-clad beast without a trace of pressure. The combined defense of plate armor + chain mail is within 600 meters, and taking a single terrifying machine-gun bullet is no different from the tip of an arrow on the tip of a crossbow to be fired, a piece of papyrus - or the kind soaked in water. A large-caliber machine-gun bullet either has a terrible hole in the chest, or the head explodes and shatters like a ripe watermelon, and occasionally a lucky person is hit in the waist and breaks in two like hollowed out rotten wood.

It was a terrible scene, and the bear cavalry, who had seen all kinds of bloody and violent scenes, couldn't help but feel a chill in the back of their head after seeing the miserable corpses of their colleagues, and there was a brief blank in thought. This is an extremely fatal mistake on the battlefield, and the elven recruits decide to help the murderous veterans correct this mistake - with the guys in their hands.

The 7.92mm bullets continued to shoot at the cavalry team that continued to accelerate forward, and they were greeted by the [Armor Hollow Tip Steel Core Bullet] tailored for the super macho men wearing heavy armor to protect the assault battle, and the majestic bodies of the cavalry continued to tremble under the rain of bullets, and clouds of blood mist sprayed out from behind.

Originated from the proxy war between a big rogue country and a superpower in East Asia, the accidentally discovered [powerful 7.62mm steel core bullet], which was originally endowed with great lethality because of poor craftsmanship, was improved by Li Lin into a 7.92mm version of the high-power rifle bullet, and the cavity between the copper-clad quilt armor and the steel core was deliberately set aside to enhance the effect of destroying protective targets.

In the scarcity of tungsten resources, and there are strong air units like Dragoons (deterioration and degeneration of ancient dragons) and griffin knights that need to be dealt with first, so although tungsten core bullets have better armor-piercing ability, infantry units are not equipped with this kind of excellent bullets that have been shelved for the time being, but fortunately, the slightly inferior steel core bullets are still competent. ...,

When the armor-clad hollow-pointed steel core bullet collided with the black iron plate armor on the heavily armored cavalry at supersonic speed, the cone-pointed copper-clad with no armor-piercing ability was deformed and shattered by the huge kinetic energy and the forward movement of the steel core. The violently compressed cavitation bubbles are squeezed into a burst of pressure like an eruption in front of it, dispersing the copper shell and causing the fragments to become a jet of metal that tears through the plate armor.

The steel core projectile hidden behind the copper pour was held in place, and the last line of defense of the chain mail was torn through and burrowed into the orc. In the process of penetrating the iron armor, the stable trajectory and shape of the steel core bullet were destroyed, and the tumbling and shattered steel core bullet tore apart and stirred the tender flesh tissue, forming a terrible cavity killing effect and then running out of the victim's body, and the huge internal pressure immediately squeezed the flesh and blood of the porridge-like organs into the vent of the finished kinetic energy track and spewed out, forming a beautiful and terrifying red spray.

The elven soldiers did not distribute many steel core bullets in their hands, just 2 bridge clips - 10 steel core bullets per person. The Heavy has one steel core round every 5 rounds on the Heavy's chain. The soldiers followed the movements of the shooting practice to aim-pull the trigger--to-pull the trigger...... The boys happily started digging holes in the bear. This group of natural shooters loves to shoot pheasants to the death.

460 meters. The distance between the corpses of the orc cavalry and the barbed wire. The elven trench is 30 meters after that.

The bear orcs are not short of courage, and the fall of their companions in front of them cannot stop this outlaw who is not afraid of death. Enraged by the terrible loss, they urged their mounts to rush forward across the corpses of the robes, to take the heads of the vile bastards as a tribute to their companions.

The elves did not know, nor were they interested in knowing, the tragic wish. They wouldn't give orcs a chance to get their wish granted, and they didn't even intend to let that violent idea come close to being fulfilled. Waves of woolly bears fell from their horses and were trampled into puddles of mud by the horses' hooves, and the distance was reduced to 420 meters.

This is the end, and they can't afford to move any further, and they can't do this task even if they drain the rest of their blood.

Commander Zorokin's good mood began to plummet less than 14 seconds after he burst out of the grass, and an explosion occurred at the back of the wedge-shaped queue, and the moment the air wave threw several unlucky axemen into the air, the commander's heart was half cold.

Attack with magic! A magician on the other side has unleashed a ranged attack magic!

Those damned businessmen! mercenary sluts!

His own negligence in the reconnaissance operation was automatically filtered out by the commander who was about to have a stroke, and Sorokin scolded in his stomach those stupid people who couldn't lead the way, but it was only for a short time. He must first save himself and his subordinates from the damn 500-meter distance and out of this exploding hell. Use the heads of the bastards in front of you to pay for the terrible losses suffered by the [Scavengers].

"Spread out! Align in formation!Beware of the opponent's magic attacks!"

The heart-rending howl outweighed the loud sound of the cannonball's explosion - it was a little incredible, even an orc could not have made any louder sound than an 82mm mortar shell, but the growl of the commander almost jumping up from his horse and yelling did penetrate the small ears of his men at that moment with a more powerful momentum than the explosion of the cannonball.

Sorokin set a record of physical limits that no one could break, but unfortunately he himself was unconscious, and there was no special verification record agency present to make the feat of the commander immortal.

The little eyes were bloodshot and watched the horses gradually widen the distance, listening to the rhythmic explosions, Sorokin and his subordinates' heads desperately trying to break through this difficult space of death, and the void of confusion and uneasiness was expanding somewhere in the bottom of their hearts.

Isn't the damn meadow over yet? The soldiers are dying!

As the commanders complained about the distant meadow, the sound of gunfire and the 7.92mm bullets that hit the skull turned the grumbling and the brain into a rotten watermelon, which then erupted from the back of the head, and the dogskin hat swirled in the air with the aftermath of the impact. ...,

The first time the command to fire came out of the mouth of the front-line commander, the snipers who had already locked on a few conspicuous caps fired the first shot, and the stunned expression in the scope and the sight of the exploded small brain case falling off the horse made the [Invisible Devil] laugh with satisfaction.

2 centurions, 1 centurion - the lads have good marksmanship, and the guns are good guns.

They get depressed when they look through the scope to find their next high-value target.

The enthusiasm and barrage of comrades-in-arms were too strong and too dense! Unlike the crossbows that were equipped in the past and needed to be re-aimed after pulling the strings and putting the arrows on them, the semi-automatic rifles that snapped and fired quickly knocked the enemy soldiers off their horses. The combination of light and heavy machine gun bursts not only reaped the cavalry formation like an ear of wheat in autumn, but also had the strength to strafe the deserters who blocked the flanks and tried to turn to fleeing, and the mortars occasionally sent the disorganized men who had lost command to meet their comrades lying on the ground......

Let's not talk about whether there is still any point in disrupting the chain of command by hunting the enemy's officers in this case. How to find a worthy target from the messy bear face is enough of a headache.

Conig was much luckier than his two colleagues and peers, and the familiar dogskin hat once again came into view. The beautiful bird feathers swayed seductively in the scope, and several eye-catching helmets around it were obscured in front of the bird feathers from time to time.

Patience - Learned in the days of shooting wolves with bows and arrows in the mountains, patience will determine whether a hunt is carried out or returned empty-handed.

Breathing becomes long, and the heartbeat slows down with high concentration. The noise in his ears was filtered out like the noise deliberately created during the special training session, and all that was left in Conig's eyes was helmet and bird feathers.

Opportunities will always come to the willing, and this time is no exception.

The eye-obstructive helmet slammed backwards, the hunting debris disappearing from the lens, and Sergeant Conig pulled the trigger hard.

The beautiful ornament flew out with bird feathers and landed on the pile of corpses, the hat stained with red and white slime was caressed by the foul wind, and a fresh corpse was pressed up, and the delicate dogskin hat sank heavily into the blood-colored mud.

The sergeant looked away from the scope in satisfaction, he didn't know how big a prey he had killed, he could be sure it was a senior officer, and that was enough.

The young elf suddenly felt a moist touch on his cheeks, and a spicy tingling pain reflected from his skin to his brain.

[Ah, they're already soldiers, so it's too unusual. 】

His trembling hands wiped away the traces of bodily fluids gushing from the tear ducts, and a slight heart-stirring smile appeared on his handsome face.

The sergeant had his own little ambition - the rank of major, preferably in a unit fighting in a mountain environment, so that he could return to the snow-capped mountain streams of Castile and pluck an edelweiss flower of courage and strength and pin it to his military cap.

There was still a long way to go from the sergeant's epaulettes to the two-bar and one-star epaulettes that Majors Brunhill and Tyre carried, and it required the accumulation of seniority and military merit - that is, a considerable number of corpses had to be piled up.

Two officers - a very small fraction of what is required. It is worth crying that the sergeant took part in a real battle for the first time and also got a pretty good start.

It's a great start, a happy time.

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The development of the war was completely one-sided.

Li Nadu's judgment of the trend of this encounter was accurate, and there was only one thing that happened that was not expected.

The labels of abusive and abused seem to, seemly, probably, probably...... Misplaced. Also, the shape of the sun today may be square.

Humans hate orcs, especially bears.

Insatiable, lazy, brutal, drunk, lustful, cannibal...... Anyway, it's basically not a good adjective to be associated with the bear family. ...,

But it certainly doesn't include bravery.

Even the most critical, and at the same time the most disgusted with the bears. Having witnessed the majestic sight of the woolly bears climbing the city walls without flinching in the face of magic, falling rocks, crossbow arrows, boiling oil, and lead water, they would never agree with the fallacy that these erect beasts that never bathed and exuded a strong body odor were cowards.

They must face up to the strongest and most formidable enemy.

Humans look down on elves.

Li Nadu's attitude towards the longevity of the wisdom is relatively peaceful—not liking or hating.

There is not much intersection between the elves who adopt a passive attitude of escapism and the happy humans who are busy with the internal strife of the kingdoms and at the same time confronting the orc camp, and it is the first time that Li Nadu has seen the rumored long-lived wisdom with pointed ears that has been completely extinct.

In the historical records of the founding of humans and orcs since their respective foundings, elves have never played the role of "victors" in the chaos of strife and war. The cowardly race that is constantly driven away and wanders to the wilderness that other races do not want to set foot in is difficult to associate with the noble title of [warrior] in the perception of the world.

Gap - There is no hope of victory, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a wall of despair.

Quantity: 100VS400;

Classes: Infantry VS Cavalry;

Race: Elf VS Bear Orc;

Combat Environment: Plains;

The favorable conditions of this PK for the bear orcs can be said to be too many, and it is not difficult to bulldoze the sharp-eared elves they disparatuously call [rabbit cubs], and they shouted the slogan of [Ula] and rushed headlong to the [vulnerable] elves.

They didn't have to wait for much to get out of the meadow, and it only took a short time for most of them to lie down on the prairie.

The powerful hairy bears didn't drink too much last night, and now they were drunk and lay down, and they were put by the rabbit-like elves in their eyes.

This doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense at all! Is this still reality? Drunk too much? Crazy? So much so that you see absurd and horrific visions?

Reality is reality, and no matter how many human beings try to deny it, and constantly apply painful stimulation to their own bodies, the reality in front of them will not change back to the form limited by their common sense and philosophy.

Humans and animals are harmless, and more than 100 elves like [rabbits] unilaterally slaughtered 4 woolly bears of the hundred-man team.

The overwhelming orc cavalry was beaten down by a quarter of the elves in every way! It was not any other race! It was the elves who had been regarded as soft persimmons by all intelligent species except themselves, and were recognized as small ones!!!!!

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Quiz Theatre

Brunhill: Bang Bang Bang Bang ......Bang Bang

Li Lin: Why are you playing "Flying Valkyrie"? Which version?

Brunhill: The Warsaw Symphony Orchestra, of course.

Li Lin: Oh, Perfect! Unfortunately, there are no helicopters or rockets, and the special background music for low-altitude strafing and bombing with helicopter formations must be Wagner's tunes!

Hairy Bears: That's enough! You two have watched too many war movies, and the madman lieutenant colonel's upper body is faint!

Li Lin and Brunhill: Dear! If you can't beat it, it's not good to say that others are hanging!

Bears: Wow, they still sell cute ...... Soul light rabbit!

Brunhill: Yesterday's guess theater guessed correctly was [Lieutenant Colonel Yang Xiaoji], [Ye Qingshuang], and [Stardust], congratulations on winning the award! Today's quiz question is the origin of the steel core bomb -- it is certainly not a great universe country, please answer the question about the origin and development of the steel core bomb, please act quickly!