8bf4;9605;8bfb;7f51; Wearing camouflage uniforms, two gunmen from the Ghost Special Forces of the Venture Capital Company chose a commanding height near the battlefield and ambush here early.
The camouflage bunker they built was very professional, completely hiding the two people and the weapons. They even built an inconspicuous awning in front. This can not only prevent stray arrows on the battlefield, but also prevent sunlight from shining on the weapons.
Reflection exposes their target.
The expensive rifle was propped on the ground, with the muzzle facing the west, and the long barrel reflecting cold light.
On the battlefield two to three hundred meters away from them, the sound of killing was loud.
Explosions, shouts, screams... all kinds of sounds came together and resounded throughout the world.
But the two of them were not disturbed at all, they just lay prone on the ground quietly.
The observer used a large and long binoculars to focus on the battlefield, looking past the human puppet army that was constantly attacking the defense line of the Delon City defenders, and carefully searching for valuable targets behind the battle lines.
They didn't care about the fierce fighting under the city wall. Every shot fired by the ghost team must be a valuable target.
The middle and lower-level officers leading dozens or hundreds of people are not considered by the ghost team.
Only brigade level officers and above are qualified to be noticed by them.
The target must at least be worth more than the cost of the shot they fired.
Every rifle of the Ghost Team is carefully selected. For every thirteen barrels made by the alchemists at the Alchemy Research Institute, only one is qualified.
This cost-efficiency ratio can be called a luxury.
On average, the cost of each rifle is already several thousand gold coins.
Not to mention the high-precision bullets required for rifles.
Those bullets are all hand-made and polished by technicians in the arsenal. They must ensure that the bullets are all in the most standard conical shape. Only in this way can the bullets be ensured to suffer the least air resistance during flight.
Because the standards are too strict, the current manufacturing speed can only meet the ghosts' daily training and combat missions.
In addition, various auxiliary tools must be equipped for them, such as high-magnification binoculars and sights, 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 are worth the price.
Lord Lorraine sent a group of two ghosts to Delon City this time. It can be said that he spent a lot of money.
As the demon army presses on the territory, this city is destined to experience a difficult siege of blood and fire. It is also very likely to be captured by the demons.
In this case, the safety of the Ghost Team is not guaranteed. Once the two of them are sacrificed, the vacancy created will be difficult to fill in a short time.
The evacuation plan included a forced landing of a war fortress, and Lord Lorraine could even lose a war fortress for them without hesitation.
War Fortress can create a new one in a short time, but these ghosts require a lot of rigorous training.
Every shot they fired was not only bullets, but also yellow gold coins.
The snipers of the ghost team also know that many times, they only have a few chances to shoot. The enemies are not fools, they will be alert quickly.
This requires that every shot fired must be a high-value target.
"Two o'clock direction, five hundred meters, under the tulip flag." The observer found a target and gave instructions in a calm tone.
Since firearms had just appeared, the vast majority of soldiers had no idea of evasion. They still followed the original combat policy, commanding the soldiers to line up in neat lines and charge with long strides.
In fact, even in the age of firearms, volley guns have always been a popular fashion in the military. It was not until World War I that this elegant fashion movement came to an end under the threat of large-scale murderers such as machine guns.
On the battlefield of meat games, the range of the killing front is within thirty meters at most.
Hiding three hundred meters behind the battle line, he is already considered the most safety-conscious general. Not to mention, the opponent also deliberately retreated an additional hundred meters. He can be called a cautious person.
The shooter slowly turned the muzzle of his gun, aiming at the direction indicated by the observer, and soon discovered an officer in gorgeous armor under a large flag with a tulip pattern.
The man waved a long sword and kept shouting. He directed his soldiers to charge towards the city. However, looking at the man's movements through the telescope, it felt strange. It seemed
I was watching a monkey jumping up and down.
"I saw him." The shooter put his shoulder on the butt of the gun and said calmly.
"Give up," the observer looked at the target for a few seconds and said coldly: "It's just a captain, it's not worth wasting the first shot on him."
At this moment, through the telescope, one could clearly see that the officer was angrily kicking the butt of a soldier next to him, waving the sword in his hand, and driving the poor guy away to charge towards the front line.
This lucky bitch had no idea that death had just passed him by.
At this time, the observer had turned the telescope and looked for the next target.
For the two ghosts, the first shot was of extremely great significance.
Without firing the first shot, the enemy will never know that there is a hidden killer here, and they will naturally not be wary. Maybe some high-ranking official will come to his range to supervise the battle if he gets excited.
At that time, with the thunder in my hand, I could easily catch a big fish.
Once the first shot is fired, the enemy officers will naturally be on guard. As long as they are careful not to come within range, the ghost team will be useless.
From now on, I can only find some small miscellaneous fish for target shooting.
But for these arrogant ghosts, if they return to the headquarters with the achievements of a bunch of squad leaders and squadron leaders, the other ghosts will have to laugh at them for the rest of their lives. They cannot afford to lose this person.
The company spends so much money to train them, not just to let them do jobs that even basic crossbowmen can do.
"Understood. Give up." The shooter responded immediately. He was not satisfied with this goal and muttered in a low voice: "If only it were the lovely Emperor De Rossi, we could get the title of the first to assassinate Kennedy.
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The observer's eyes never left the rear of the battlefield and said: "I heard that he is on the opposite side. Maybe we have a chance."
The shooter suddenly became energetic, and there was no better target than an emperor.
"By the way, who is this Kennedy?" the shooter stroked his rifle and whispered, "Why did the boss name the first-class honor like this?"
The observer grinned dissatisfied when he thought of the title on the hunter training camp's honor board.
All the members of the Ghost Agent Force regard this highest achievement as their goal. To achieve this achievement is very simple, kill a real king. It cannot be an abdication, nor an imaginary puppet.
Although there are now as many kings as dogs on the continent and great dukes are everywhere, no one has had a chance so far.
Only their instructor once killed a great cardinal and earned the title of 'Deer Hunter'.
At the same time, all the ghosts are also very strange in their hearts. When nothing happens, they will guess: This Kennedy...who is he?
They all know that their big boss has some bad tastes, such as hanging Prime Minister Russell's head on a straw man and asking everyone to do target shooting together.
But I still can't figure out why this top achievement is called the assassination of JFK.
Could it be that someone named ‘Kennedy’ has offended the boss?
While the two snipers kept looking for high-value targets, the battle outside Delong City became increasingly fierce.
Hundreds of thousands of human vassal troops launched a fierce attack, rushing up like waves.
Convinced by the gleaming swords in the hands of the supervising team, the soldiers were all extremely tenacious. After being desperately repelled by the Holy See soldiers on the city and in the trenches, they then just sorted out the team briefly, and then after the officers
Roaring, he rushed forward again.
If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that the earth is completely covered with dense black spots.
They were like a huge tide, attacking the defense line of the Holy See's Bayer Legion one after another.
Although the Bayer Legion is known as the elite of the Holy See, many of its soldiers are newly recruited and have never been on the battlefield. In terms of strength, they are nothing more than a second-rate field legion.
In the past, they would have been overwhelmed by this wave of attacks.
But fortunately, now with Lorraine's military support, they are equipped with grenades, a melee weapon.
Whenever the enemy rushes up, these bastards throw grenades as if they don't have any money.
Under their almost crazy throwing, those grenades fell on the heads of the human vassal army like a heavy rain, and the explosion knocked them off their feet and made them cry for father and mother.
Therefore, although the enemy's offensive is fierce and almost drowns the Bayer Army every time, the Bayer Army is like a rock in the sea. No matter how strong the tide is, as long as the wave recedes, you will see them.
Still standing in place.
If you look carefully, you will find that there is still a mess of debris in front of the reef.
Delong City is not big, and only about 100,000 people can be deployed on the frontal battlefield. In this case, the rebels' strength advantage cannot be shown at all.
The number of troops they put into the battlefield was roughly the same as that of the Holy See Army, which allowed Cardinal Sandos to deal with it calmly.
After two hours of continuous fighting, the morale of the human vassal soldiers was completely dissipated and their physical strength was almost exhausted. In desperation, the Semitic army blew the horn of retreat from behind.
Although the soldiers of the vassal army were granted amnesty, they were actually unwilling to fight for a long time. Later, they were just running back and forth to show off.
The Holy See soldiers would rush forward when they were not throwing grenades, and then retreat when they heard the sound of grenades, as if they were playing a back-and-forth game on the battlefield.
The Semitic and human generals who commanded the battle from behind were helpless. These human soldiers were only passively attacking, not retreating.
Is it possible to let the Semitic war team charge with them?
Cardinal Sandos was also keenly aware of this situation and ordered his soldiers to save grenades. If the enemy did not attack fiercely, just throw a few casually.
So, at the end of the battle, the commanders on both sides couldn't stand it anymore.
At this time, when they heard the retreat trumpet sound, the soldiers besieging Delong City turned around and ran back without hesitation. After fighting for such a long time, everyone was already hungry. If they went back quickly, they might still be able to catch up.
Have a hot meal.
Looking at the human soldiers running back, Maschinault sneered and said casually: "If the attack had run so fast, we would have reached Ruman City long ago."
Emperor De Rossi felt very embarrassed and snorted. He cursed secretly in his heart: Send Semitic soldiers if you have the guts.
Damn it, let my people die as cannon fodder, and you are still making sarcastic remarks behind you, what the hell are you talking about~!
After the Battle of Rotegaron, the High Priest of the Undead severely chopped off the heads of dozens of deserters and divided their territory and troops between the Semitic generals and Emperor De Rossi.
After the high priest's vigorous purge, the human vassals on the battlefield are no longer so chaotic. More than half of them are the troops under Emperor De Rossi, which is quite easy to identify.
Maschinault glanced at Emperor De Rossi's expression. As if he had read through his mind, he sneered. He said arrogantly: "Let your people charge for a while this afternoon. Your people are still a little weak in consuming human weapons."
functional.
I will send our Semitic warriors to end the battle."
As the Semitic victory became more and more glorious, the contradiction between the Semitic generals and the surrendered human nobles became more and more obvious.
Everyone is here to hang out, although no matter who they are, they all shout "coax", "World Peace" again. What is "Establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, and continue the past saints"
A unique skill that can create peace for all generations, but who doesn’t know what’s going on?
The guys put their heads in their belts, took watermelon knives, and cut all the way from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road without sleeping for three days and three nights. They worked so hard. To put it bluntly, they were all trying to grab territory and things.
, rob food, rob women.
The Semitic generals believed that all the conquered territory should be theirs. Even though the occupied area was quite large, "no matter how big the shit is, it can't hold up to the many dogs", and even now it's not enough for enfeoffment.
The Semitic generals who have not yet received titles or fiefs have green eyes now. They wish they could just draw a circle on the map, circle the areas that have not yet been captured, and shout, "This is mine, no one else can."
Don't fucking compete with me."
The human nobles who surrendered did not see it that way. They also worked hard for the High Priest of the Undead and deserved to be rewarded.
From St. Mary of Oloron to the present city of Delong, human nobles like them worked hard to conquer the thousands of miles along the way. Why should the Semites take the lion's share when dividing the land, leaving them with a little soup?
The lawsuit has been brought before the High Priest of the Undead, but regarding this situation, the High Priest of the Undead said nothing.
As a dictator who had ruled the Semitic people for more than a thousand years, he was happy to see the discord between the Semitic generals and the human nobles, which was beneficial to his rule.
Under his silent observation and connivance, the conflicts between human aristocrats and Semitic generals intensified day by day.
Now as long as they seize territory, even if it is a village or a town, no matter whether the occupier is a Semitic or a member of the Derosi Empire, they will immediately plant a flag to show that this place is theirs, and everyone else will get out of here.
, and deny entry to the other party's people.
If the other party dares to forcefully enter without knowing what they are doing, a firefight will definitely break out.
Conflicts between the two sides to seize territory occur every day, but most of the time the human vassals have no choice but to avoid them.
Nowadays, there is great resentment between the Semites and humans. Both sides camp out together, and soldiers will not hang around the other side's camp. If they are found, they will definitely be beaten up. Some people even disappear without explanation.
Maschinault unceremoniously mocked De Rossi's subordinates for their incompetence. In his eyes, the emperor was not capable of fighting and training troops, but he was quite capable of flattering the high priest and seizing territory.
His De Rossi empire had doubled in size in the past two months, which made Maschinault resentful. These territories should have belonged to him, the king of Casmonlia.
Just when the human rebels began to retreat, the western city gate of Delon suddenly opened, and a large group of cavalry roared out, waving their shiny sabers and shouting to kill the retreating soldiers of the Derosi Empire.
The knight at the head of the team held high the golden cross flag of the Holy See, and the flag was flying as the horses galloped at full speed.
"Kill~!"
The cavalry of the Holy See shouted excitedly and rushed through the gap in the battlefield in the blink of an eye, catching up with the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire.
The all-steel saber produced by Nai'an is sharp and hard, and can easily split an iron bar several millimeters thick. The saber with a cold light reflects the horrified expression of the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire, and it chops down hard.
The combination of the high-speed galloping of the war horse and the huge arm strength of the knight cut into the human body like cutting jelly, easily splitting the body of the unlucky person, and their head or limbs were separated from the body in an instant and flew into the air.
The human soldiers who were intent on retreating saw the Holy See cavalry chasing closely behind them, harvesting their lives like mowing grass. They screamed in fright and sped away, rolling and crawling.
A strange spectacle appeared on the battlefield. Thousands of cavalry were chasing tens of thousands of enemies.
Maschinault did not expect that surrounded by his overwhelmingly superior troops, the defenders of Delon City would dare to launch a counterattack. The timing was just right and the offensive was fierce.
Thousands of cavalry crisscrossed the battlefield like paring knives, each time scraping off a layer of the fleeing crowd from the De Rossi Empire.
They also knew that their troops were too small, so they did not charge in one direction at all, but kept adjusting their direction. After scattering a group of Derosi Empire troops, they turned around and headed for the densely populated area on the other side.
Within ten minutes, they fought from the west gate to the north gate, then turned back and fought back.
The frontal battlefield was full of Desrosi Empire soldiers who were driven away by them and fled frantically.
Emperor De Rossi's face turned red with anger. He shouted manically: "What are you doing in front of us? A bunch of idiots and losers. They only have a thousand people. Withstand their offensive and outflank them on both sides. Order the people on both sides to outflank them~
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However, the soldiers on the battlefield only focused on retreating, and no one carried out the orders of His Majesty the Emperor. The messengers did not even know who to convey Emperor De Rossi's orders to.
Who knows where the frontline command is at this moment~!
Maschinault stared at a general wearing a crimson cloak in front of the Holy See cavalry. He sneered and said: "He is quite a talent, interesting..."
Emperor De Rossi turned to glare at Maschinault and shouted: "Don't your Majesty know that the situation is critical?"
"I'm not interested in saving a bunch of idiots who can't even retreat step by step," Maschinault said without even looking at De Rossi, "and he doesn't dare to chase after him."
At this time, the fleeing soldiers of the De Rossi Empire gradually withdrew to the camp. The cavalry of the Holy See stopped their pursuit three hundred meters away from the Semitic camp.
The Semitic soldiers had already formed their formation in front of the camp.
The leading red-robed general stood erect on his horse and looked at Maschinault under the lightning flag, then turned his horse's head and quickly retreated.
Maschinot snorted coldly and said to himself: "Are all the people in the Holy See so naive? That's fine. I finally met some people who are not weaklings."
As soon as he turned around and walked back to the military camp surrounded by the Semitic generals, Emperor De Rossi looked at his back and stared at his back. He took a step back to his camp. He had to teach the general who commanded the siege a lesson.
Emperor De Rossi was completely disgraced~!
During the brief calm on the battlefield, the Holy See soldiers took the time to eat and rest, while the citizens of Delong City were busy transporting supplies to the front line, carrying the bodies of the wounded and dead, and urgently clearing the trenches.
Everyone knows that this battle has just begun, and the more difficult ones are yet to come.
Sure enough, just after noon, the enemy on the opposite side immediately launched an attack again. This time they were smarter. The soldiers in the front row held up a shield as high as a person and made of a tree as thick as an arm.
However, the grenades in the hands of the Holy See soldiers were well prepared.
The dull battle continued until the sky was getting dark in the afternoon. Maschinault, who had been waiting anxiously at the rear, keenly observed that the explosions on the battlefield weakened and the soldiers of the De Rossi Empire advanced a lot.
Humanity should have lost its stamina.
At this time, as long as he added a little fire, he might win. He didn't have time to waste in this small town. Fantino was his goal.
Maschinault looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time to arrive."
Then he waved his hand and shouted an order: "Get out of the formation, line up, and prepare to attack."
Under his order, the Semitic soldiers who had been waiting at the rear walked out of the military camp 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 war fortress is coming soon. Is Your Majesty interested in seeing how we win this battle?"
The corner of Emperor De Rossi's mouth twitched twice, and he cursed in his heart. But in the end, he could only forcefully smile and said: "That's what I meant, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, please." Maschinot also raised his hand, galloped to the middle of the Semitic army, and looked at the Holy See soldiers fighting on the wall of Delon.
In the distance, a black shadow roared out of the sunlight and headed straight for the city of Delong. The war fortress of the undead race arrived on time to support it.
At this moment in the city, the observer took a deep breath, suppressed the rapid beating of his heart, and said excitedly: "We found the target, one o'clock direction, six hundred meters away, it's the stupid De Rossi~!
Damn it, I finally got here, Kennedy is ours."
The long-trained shooter slowed down his breathing, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and slowly exhaled, his heart clearing.
His cheek was pressed against the butt of the gun, the scope was firmly on the target, his body was as motionless as a stone, and then his finger was slowly placed on the trigger.
"Understood, confirm the goal."
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