Chapter 1348 The Devil's Weapon (Seeking Monthly Pass)
ww.x.om After Lorraine raised the pistol level, he gently pulled the trigger, and there was a crisp gunshot.
In the next second, several cannons in the temple behind him roared simultaneously, and orange-red flames that were several feet long were sprayed from the muzzles.
The roar of the artillery fire was like muffled thunder exploding at low altitude, erupting from the temple door, and the deafening sound was like the roar of a hell monster, which instantly spread throughout the battlefield.
In the silence of the Semitic army inside and outside Fantino City, they suddenly heard a muffled thunder, and couldn't help but raise their heads and look in the direction of the sound.
It is the very center of Fantino, the glorious Temple of Light.
There are people out there, humans are there~!
Immediately afterwards, several strange screams came, the sound seemed like something tearing through the air and flying rapidly through the air.
But when they looked up, they found nothing. Because the shells came out so fast, only those with the sharpest eyesight could see the fleeting black spots in the sky.
In the next second, a violent explosion came from a distance.
Boom, boom boom boom...
In surprise, people turned their heads and looked around, only to see a huge red light beating and shining behind them outside the city wall.
They were not unfamiliar with those lights. They had also seen that kind of explosion under Delong City, but it was not so big in scale.
Unlike ordinary soldiers, General Veerappuram was at the rear of the battle formation, watching and supervising the battle from a distance. He could clearly see the power of the explosion of those artillery shells.
A bunch of orange-red sparks bloomed, blowing up the human bodies within a radius of more than ten meters and flying high into the air, scattering their limbs and arms randomly like rag dolls.
Immediately afterwards, black smoke billowed into the air, forming mushroom shapes in the air.
When Veerapurani saw this, instead of being surprised, he was overjoyed.
Although he didn't understand what the explosion was about. But if there was resistance, it meant there was an enemy.
This holy city is not an empty city.
At this time, the person who can stay in the Holy City is definitely the most important person on the continent. Even if he is not the Pope, he is at least a red archbishop.
As if to confirm his guess, he immediately saw a huge golden cross flag rising slowly from the top of the Temple of Light.
That's...the Pope's flag~!
In other words, the Pope did not escape. She is still in this city~!
Immediately afterwards, another flag was slowly raised.
The flying eagle above is lifelike, its eyes are like lightning, and its wings are spread out. It is about to spread its wings and fly out.
Although they were extremely far apart, through the telescope in his hand, he could still feel the murderous aura emanating from the flying eagle above the battle flag.
Especially the golden lightning on the back of the flying eagle's butt illustrates the identity of the person it represents.
That’s the flag of Lorraine~!
The flying eagle war god of the human race.
His name has become a taboo among the Semitic people. At first, he once entered the Semitic tribe alone and took away the most beautiful princess of the Semitic tribe. It was precisely because he took away Princess Adeline.
That is why he is qualified to paint the Semitic royal lightning symbol on his battle flag.
Needless to say, the Ruman Empire represented by the flying eagle on the battle flag is the sworn enemy of the Semitic people. Just the lightning embroidered under the battle flag is enough to make the Semitic men gnash their teeth and hate.
You cannot eat its flesh and sleep on its skin.
Seeing those two flags, Verapurani's eyes suddenly turned red. He pointed at the golden dome of the great temple and roared angrily, saying: "Attack, attack, attack with all your strength~!"
The messengers around him immediately did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly raised their horns, then puffed up their cheeks and blew hard.
Woo, woo woo woo...
The loud horn sound instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.
The Semitic officers also heard the order, waving their arms and shouting hysterically: "Attack~!"
"Kill~!"
The Semitic soldiers roared at the top of their lungs and shouted: "Kill~!"
Rush towards the Temple of Light in the center of Fantino City.
Fantino without enemies is unsettlingly weird, while those with enemies are no longer afraid. They just need to rush forward and kill all the enemies.
What's more, whether it is the Pope or Lorraine, those two people are the enemies that the Semitic people dream of. And now, they are less than 500 meters away from them.
If you don't rush forward and capture them all at this time, then how long will it take?
For a time, the street facing the Temple of Light in Vatican City was blocked. The densely packed Semitic soldiers roared, roared, and jumped with excitement, and rushed towards the Temple of Light.
The Semitic soldiers shouted and ran towards the Temple of Light. At the moment, there was only one human standing on the high steps of the temple.
At this time, they all understood the identity of the person opposite.
At this time, he dared to face the murderous intent of tens of thousands of troops by himself, yet he stood proudly and independently.
Lorraine, only Lorraine. It can only be Lorraine~!
Although this man is very powerful, not even the High Priest of the Undead is afraid of him, and the lich trembles in front of him, but he is only one person.
No matter how powerful the Paladin is, he can't stop the attack of tens of thousands of people.
"Kill, kill him~!"
"Enter the Great Temple~!"
"..."
For a moment, the shouts of killing were like a tide, resounding through the sky~!
Mazovia, who was hiding in the Temple of Light, covered his ears tightly to block the roaring artillery fire around him. He looked at the streets paved with tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers, all of them staring with blood-red eyes and spraying white spray from the corners of their mouths.
The droplets rushed up with a crazy roar, making their legs tremble with fear.
Even the eight cannons roaring simultaneously in the temple did not cover up the shouts of the Semitic soldiers charging.
Mazovia could only see Lord Lorraine, Vera and a few dozen black-clad security guards in front of him, and his heart was trembling. If he hadn't known the consequences of escaping, he would have run away long ago.
There were already tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers on this street alone, and more soldiers were coming around the corner.
Does Lord Lorraine want to stop them with just these dozens of people in front of him?
It's just a joke.
No matter how much Mazovia thought in her mind, this was impossible. Facing the sea of people charging like a raging wave, unless the dozens of black-clothed soldiers in front of her were all great magisters, it would be possible to resist.
"What on earth is this man planning?" Mazovia looked at Lorraine's back, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.
Lord Lorraine was very calm, and even laughed when he saw tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers running wildly along the street.
He held a revolver in his hand and hung it by his leg. He looked calmly at the approaching Semitic soldiers.
Five hundred meters... four hundred meters... three hundred meters... two hundred meters...
On one side of the palace gate of the Papal Palace, there is a large relief carving. On the top of the palace, which is more than ten meters above the ground, several figures are sitting or standing. Some are riding on the demon statues with half of their bodies stretched out, and some are squatting in front of the reliefs.
On the narrow platform, some people clasped their hands on their chests and leaned against the reliefs of the Three Saints.
In the fierce battlefield, no one paid any attention to them. No one knew how they got up there.
These few people are young, handsome, and have extraordinary temperament. At this moment, they all have expressions of watching a good show, with disdain on their faces. They are watching the Semitic soldiers running past their feet.
And in stark contrast to the dense crowd, there were sparse figures under the Temple of Light.
"Interesting, how does that kid defeat these people?"
"He looks very calm. There should be something he can do."
"I don't think so."
"Would you like to help at this critical moment? This job pays well, and I don't want my employer to fail."
"Don't you notice that Sister Vera is very relaxed? Look, she still has time to eat hazelnut cake."
"Uh...it's from the Old York Dessert Shop. One piece costs ten silver coins. This girl is really rich~!"
"That's not the point. The enemy will rush over four hundred feet soon."
"Wait, what is that?"
While those brats were chatting, the Semitic vanguard had already rushed to the big square in front of the temple.
In half a minute at most, they could rush to the Temple of Light and drown Lorraine in the sea of people. At this time, several groups of figures appeared from both sides of the temple.
They rolled out several strange cars covered with oilcloth and arrived at the edge of the temple.
Immediately, the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division calmly pulled away the oilcloth in front of them, revealing a covered yellow monster.
Ten steel pipes as thick as a child's arm formed a ring and were connected to a shining brass cylinder at the back. There was a crank on the side.
The entire strange machine was mounted on a two-wheeled stand and pointed at the rapidly approaching Semites.
A young Eagle Division officer raised his arm and shouted: "Load!"
The soldier took out the long and narrow metal box that had been prepared from the wooden box and inserted it vertically on the brass cylinder accurately.
The tall and burly Orc soldier tossed his hat, spat into his palms, then rubbed his hands vigorously, stretched out his hands, held the handle firmly with one hand, and the crank with the other. His rough voice was loud.
Called: "No. 1 is ready."
"No. 2 is ready~!"
"..."
"Preparations are complete on the twelfth~!"
The officer looked at the Semitic soldiers a hundred meters away with an indifferent expression, waved his arm downwards, and shouted: "Fire~!"
The orc soldier pressed the rocker hard and turned it at a speed he had trained for thousands of times.
Accompanied by a dense "pop" sound like hail falling to the ground, the ten round gun barrels began to rotate, and the muzzles spit out streams of flames and white smoke in sequence.
Bullets shot out of the barrel one after another, shining with fiery red light in the air, looking like a long whip from a distance.
Twelve machine guns spit out long tongues of fire, forming a huge fire net, and bullets roared into the crowd of Semitic troops.
At such a close distance, the machine gunner does not need to aim at all, the warhead will always hit a target.
Bullets traveling at speeds exceeding the speed of sound would easily penetrate the armor of Semitic soldiers, then rush into their bodies and roll around, crushing their muscles and internal organs.
Blood splashed high, and the Semitic soldiers at the front fell neatly in two rows instantly, as if they were wheat straw cut by a sharp sickle and fell to the ground.
The soldiers behind didn't realize what was happening. Before they could step over the bodies of the fallen soldiers, they seemed to be hit by something suddenly, and they trembled and fell down.
The Semitic soldiers rushed forward crazily, and at the same time, whole rows fell down. Some soldiers even had their heads blown off suddenly, but their bodies were still running. It was not until they took two steps that they suddenly fell to the ground.
A layer of corpses quickly piled up on the street, completely covering the blue-white street.
At a rate of fire of three hundred rounds per minute, a magazine of forty rounds would be empty in just a few seconds.
The deputy immediately pulled out the empty magazine and reloaded it in less than a second.
Because of the continuous shooting, each machine gun emitted a large amount of white smoke, even shrouding the machine gun and the shooters in white smoke.
The Semitic soldiers who rushed at the front watched in surprise as the soldiers in front fell to the ground one by one. Before they even saw the enemy, bullets tore their bodies apart before they even thought of escaping.
The Semitic soldiers who were stuck in the rear could only hear the intensive "pop-pop" sound like fried beans. They couldn't see what was happening in front of them, and they still rushed forward with their heads down.
The Semites were still moving forward under the fire of machine guns, and two or more layers of corpses were quickly piled on the ground, so that the Semitic soldiers who rushed up were stunned when they first saw the corpses covering the ground.
Then the machine gun swept over them mercilessly.
Whether it was Mazovia or the dragon tribesmen who were watching the excitement on the top of the Papal Palace, they were all stunned at this moment. In front of their eyes, a strange and chilling scene appeared on the battlefield. The Semitic soldiers shouted and fired their guns.
Collision, people in front kept falling down, people behind kept rushing up, and then fell down again. Rushed again...
It's like they're willing to die.
In just a few minutes, the main road facing the Temple of Light was covered with corpses, so that the Semites who rushed up had no place to set foot.
As they stagger in horror among the corpses of their comrades, the bullets will turn them into new corpses.
Soldiers wearing mail armor would even be shot through by bullets, and then the broken warheads would penetrate into the bodies of the unlucky men behind them. The dead Semitic soldiers did not know what kind of weapons they were facing.
And this is just the beginning of their nightmare.
More than 50,000 Semitic soldiers entered Fantino, and they were scattered throughout the western half of the city.
As they swarmed toward the Temple of Light, a window suddenly opened in the bunker that looked like construction debris piled up at the street corner, and a machine gun protruded from it. It immediately protruded with tongues of flame and fired violently at the crowded Semitic soldiers.
In the houses on both sides of the street, the semi-basement wall that was two feet above the ground was suddenly opened from the inside, revealing a gap about a foot square, and black gun muzzles as thick as a thumb protruded from the inside. Looking from the side
Semitic people shooting at close range.
The shotgun ejected from the muzzle turned into dozens of steel balls and splashed into the crowd. The pump-action shotgun, which uses paper-shell bullets, has a very high rate of fire and is as lethal as a machine gun at close range.
The Semites closest to the muzzle were not even more than one meter away. Every time a shot was fired, two or three people would be hit.
The steel balls directly tore their bodies apart, or broke their hands and feet. For a time, the residual limbs and blood covered the ground.
A group of black-clad soldiers appeared on the roofs on both sides at some point. They were hunched over, holding rifles more than one meter long in their hands. They jumped nimbly on the roof. Then they either lay on the roof or took one knee.
Kneel down, or even stand indifferently, raise your rifle, aim at the Semites at your feet, and pull the trigger.
When a round-headed rifle bullet hits the human body, it enters with a small hole, but comes out with a big hole like a Lanzhou Ramen bowl. As long as it hits the human body, it will kill you with one shot. If it hits the limbs, it will be a clean and neat amputation.
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People in front fell down in rows, and the two sides were attacked from above and from the ground. More importantly, humans could attack them unscrupulously and massacre them. But they couldn't hit humans at all.
In just ten minutes, the Semitic soldiers collapsed.
"Retreat, retreat~!"
"They have the devil's weapons in their hands, run, run."
"..."
They howled in terror and turned around to run back, but bullets kept chasing behind them, whizzing sounds kept ringing from beside them, and people screamed and fell to the ground every second.
The trenches and bunkers built by Lorraine in the city were now in effect.
No matter where the Semites rush, there are always bunkers and firepower points blocking them. The trenches and fortifications that were empty just now are now occupied by Eagle Division soldiers armed with shotguns and rifles. Machine guns are pouring madly at the Semitic soldiers.
Load the bullet.
After leaving the bodies lying on the ground, the Semitic army withdrew from the main road facing the Temple of Light.
The machine guns had stopped shooting long ago, gray-white smoke drifted in front of the temple door, and a choking smell lingered for a long time.
The scene in front of her shocked Lorraine herself.
The corpses started from a place dozens of meters away from the temple, covering the street for two to three hundred meters, stacked on several levels, and even the flower beds were filled with corpses.
From three hundred meters back, the corpses on the ground are a little sparse, but they are still countless.
The dragon tribesmen who were watching the excitement looked at each other in astonishment, too stunned to speak.
Although the tens of thousands of Semitic people were not taken seriously by them, they could not create so many corpses and defeat a large army in a few minutes even if they tried to do it themselves.
And all that was accomplished was a few weird machines and two to three thousand humans in ambush.
There was no hand-to-hand combat from beginning to end, and not a single human being attacked the Semitic army.
So much so that some people groaned and said: This is not a war, it is clearly a killing contest.
Immediately, when they looked at Lorraine, who had been standing still and motionless in front of the door, their expressions became a little different.
This man is so ruthless, he is truly a ruthless person~!
Lord Lorraine's face was as calm as ever, as if what fell in front of him was not thousands of corpses but a piece of straw.
Little did they know that Lord Lorraine suddenly remembered that during the Battle of Verdun, those French soldiers who charged with German Maxim machine guns were shot to death on the road like turkeys.
Lorraine, who already knew the outcome, felt quite calm at the moment. From the moment the Semitic soldiers entered the city, their fate had been determined.
This is a battle that does not belong to the same era.
Lord Lorraine spent millions of gold coins to arm a modern-level Eagle Master just for this effect.
The officer commanding the machine gun looked at the results in front of him with satisfaction, and murmured with emotion: "This is much more enjoyable than being a grass-cutter. All units, please report."
"Fault No. 3."
"Fault No. 4."
"Fault No. 7."
"Fault No. 11."
After hearing the report, Lord Lorraine couldn't help but shrugged. The malfunction rate of machine guns remained high.
"Besides, copper-cased fixed-loading ammunition is too expensive~!"