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"Damn it! Those bastards are charging! They have 100, no, 200, no! Oh, damn! That's at least three centurions!!!"
Campbell tried to suppress his anger and surprise, but this attempt quickly failed. The emotions and awareness brought about by the appearance of his mortal enemy, and the dissatisfaction caused by the ineffective border defense made him yell loudly. The roar of horseshoes on the ground was like rolling thunder in the sky,
The tremors of the earth swept along the ground into the body, and as far as the eye could see, there was a sky full of dust that even the horizon was swallowed up. After activating and scheduling the experiences accumulated deep in the memory, I came up with a number that was closer to the truth.
"4 Centurions."[
Leonardo, who was one horse ahead, helped correct the calculation error, and a stormy wave of shouts swept through the air.
It ran over the human infantry formation several times, tearing apart all the defense systems except the solid city walls. The roar exploded like a thunderbolt after the deep and loud sound of the horn. The heavy armored cavalry rushing in the first row, with dark iron armor,
The raised shield and the new Albion standard cavalry sword shone with a chilling light.
[Those guys are going to be finished——]
The same scene approached Leonardo and his companions from the front more than once, and almost took their lives several times.
The charge of a cavalry group - the most difficult test and nightmare for the infantry in a field encounter. Many countries and armies failed to submit satisfactory answers. As a result, in addition to the things they fought to protect, precious lives were also taken away.
More than 100 guards from ve company entered the examination room under the pessimistic gaze of the villagers of Bode Village. The roar of the orcs replaced the examination room bell. The orcs who served as examiners rushed to the [ditch] in front of the woods like a tide. Li, who was responsible for invigilating the examination,
Nadu and his entourage clamped their horses' bellies and accelerated towards the ve company's position.
The examiner's and the invigilator's views are very similar - all the candidates can do is fill in their names and hand in the paper after the time, and the exam will be over quickly.
They guessed part of the ending, but they didn't guess the entire process and ending.
The second before Mana began to gather around Leonardo to form an attack technique, four bright fireballs shot up from the thickest center of the orc cavalry's triangular formation almost at the same time. The scene of pieces of the rider and horse tumbling in mid-air.
Humans and orcs were restricted to extend the staggered time of chopping and playing in slow motion. Before the choking smoke dissipated, more explosions tore the orc cavalry into pieces that had not yet recovered.
【First defeat, then kill.】
Everything Li Lin's loyal students learned in the military academy revolved around this sentence, and the answer sheets they handed over only contained this sentence, with at most some details added.
The first thing to choke was the 82mm mortar. The artillerymen measured various shooting factors early in the morning. The four artillery groups adjusted the pitch angle of the black and thick barrels to smash the cannons and love across racial and national boundaries into the almost dense
In the rear formation of the cavalry shoulder to shoulder, the high-pitched explosions gave the virgin gunners a sense of joy and accomplishment. The high-spirited scene of the enemy soldiers being blown away by the rumble almost made them almost go overboard and soil their underwear.
Just focusing on one's own shooting pleasure is obviously a bit out of touch with the companions. At this time, all the orc cavalry have entered the range where every weapon in the hands of the elves except the gun can show its power. No longer bothered by the gunner who took the lead.
Feeling frustrated and anticipating the opportunity to fire, the riflemen pulled the triggers under the command of their respective commanders.
The passionate symphony of death begins.
The high-pitched chant of the Type MG30 (1230 Continental Calendar) general-purpose machine gun tearing linen cloth, the neat singing of the Type G31 semi-automatic rifle, the dull bass of the Type 32 127mm trial heavy machine gun together form a lively death chorus, the 792mm and 127mm pills
A curtain wall was formed 400 meters away from the trench. The orc cavalry sprinted to the highest speed and ran into this insurmountable high wall.
The ones rushing at the front were heavy armored cavalry holding half-man tall shields. Captain Sorokin arranged them at the front not to resist magic attacks or to fight hand-to-hand with heavily armored knights as usual. Before the battle,
Several reconnaissances - including the last one in which he himself participated - confirmed that there were no magicians or sword-wielding knights in the convoy.
Without these combat capabilities that could change the balance of power, the commander could have asked them to delay. However, out of cautious considerations and in case the other party might have the powerful crossbows mentioned by the merchants, the commander decided to let these pass through.
The strong soldiers who were like walking iron blocks took the vanguard and blocked the opponent's first round of long-range shots. When they approached the distance where the cavalry crossbows could kill, the heavy armored cavalry separated to the left and right sides, and the cavalry archers who followed closely followed.
After two or three volleys, the opponent's fighting spirit will collapse due to the tragic casualties, and all that's left is to clean up the mess.
It's a very reasonable idea. Judging from the normal situation, there is nothing wrong with the commander's tactical prediction. The battle should develop towards a victory for the orcs.[
Usually - when encountering a human caravan, the paid guards hold archers, crossbows and swords in their hands, staring at the orc cavalry with pale and frightened faces or turning around and running away, while the fat and cowardly businessmen hide in the carriage and whisper with the money box.
Trembling, praying to the Mother Goddess to protect his property and life, after the defense line is broken down, the orc warriors can take whatever they want - this scene is indeed a common situation that the orcs are accustomed to.
The solid iron wall built by trenches, barbed wire, machine guns, semi-automatic rifles, and direct-fire artillery is definitely not within the scope of common sense that any soldier in this world has come into contact with or experienced.
That was - an unprecedented hell.
Compared with the 50bmg used in the Browning m2hb, the performance of the 127x107mm is somewhat unsatisfactory. But the 32-type 12,7mm machine gun tore apart the beasts covered with iron armor without any pressure. The combined defense of plate armor and chainmail is at 600 meters.
Being hit by a terrifying machine gun inside is no different than the tip of an arrow stuck to the top of a crossbow to be fired - the kind soaked in water. Being hit by a large-caliber machine gun is not like a terrifying hole appearing in the chest.
, that is, the head exploded and shattered like a ripe watermelon, and occasionally a lucky person was hit in the waist and broke into two parts [like rotten wood with hollow holes].
It was a terrible scene. The bear cavalry, who had seen all kinds of bloody and violent scenes, couldn't help but feel chills at the back of his head after seeing the miserable corpses of his colleagues, and there was a brief blank in thinking. This is an extremely fatal mistake on the battlefield, elf recruit.
We decided to help the mass-killing veterans right this wrong - with the tools in their hands.
The 792mm gun kept firing at the cavalry who were still accelerating forward. What greeted them was the [Armored Hollow Point Steel Core] tailor-made for super macho men wearing heavy armor protection for assault operations. The majestic bodies of the cavalry were
The rain continued to tremble, and clouds of blood mist sprayed out from behind.
It originated from the unexpected discovery of the "powerful 762mm steel core" during the proxy war between a large rogue country in East Asia and a certain superpower on Earth. The core was originally endowed with huge lethality due to poor craftsmanship, but was improved by Li Lin into a 792mm version.
For powerful rifles, the air bubbles between the copper-clad armor and the steel core are deliberately left out to enhance the effect of damaging protected targets.
In a country where tungsten resources are scarce and tight, and there are powerful air units like Dragoons (Deteriorated Dragon: Deteriorated version of the ancient dragon) and Griffin Knights that need to be dealt with first, so although the tungsten core has better armor-piercing capabilities,
Infantry units are not yet equipped with such excellent equipment that has been put aside. Fortunately, the slightly inferior steel core is still competent.
When the hollow-pointed steel core of the armor collided with the black iron plate armor of the heavy armored cavalry at supersonic speed, the conical pointed copper-clad plate, which had no armor-piercing ability, was deformed, shattered, and compressed sharply due to the huge kinetic energy and the forward extrusion of the steel core.
The cavitation bubbles were squeezed into a burst of explosive pressure that erupted from the front, exploding the copper shell and causing the fragments to turn into metal jets and tear open the plate armor.
The steel core hidden behind the copper coating was fixed, and it tore open the last line of defense of the chainmail armor and penetrated into the orc's body. In the process of penetrating the iron armor, the stability and shape of the steel core were destroyed, rolled, and shattered.
The steel core tore the tender flesh tissue into pieces and stirred it up, forming a terrible cavity killing effect and then ran out of the victim's body. The huge internal pressure immediately squeezed the porridge-like organs, flesh and blood towards the outlet where the kinetic energy track was laid.
It spurts out, forming a beautiful and terrifying red spray.
The steel cores distributed to the elf soldiers were not many, just 2 bridge clips per person - 10 steel cores. The machine gunner's chain had a steel core for every 5 rounds. When the soldiers practiced shooting,
Aiming - pulling the trigger - aiming - pulling the trigger... The boys happily started digging holes in the bear. This group of natural shooters loved the pheasant shooting game.
460 meters. The distance between the first corpse of the orc cavalry and the barbed wire fence. The elven trench is 30 meters behind.
The bear orcs are not lacking in courage. The collapse of their companions in front of them cannot stop this group of desperate desperadoes who are not afraid of death. They were angered by the tragic losses and urged their mounts to rush forward across the corpses of the robes to kill those despicable bastards.
head to pay homage to his companion.
The elves did not know, nor were they interested in knowing that tragic wish. They would not give the orcs a chance to realize their wish, and they did not even intend to let that violent idea have any chance of coming true. Waves of fur bears fell off their horses.
When it came down, it was trampled into a puddle of mud by horse hooves, and the distance was shortened to 420 meters.
This is the end point. They have already taken one step forward. They can't do this even if they drain all the remaining blood.
Captain Sorokin's good mood began to turn sharply less than 14 seconds after he broke out of the grass. An explosion occurred at the back of the wedge-shaped formation, and the air wave threw several unlucky hatchetmen into the air.
It was half cold.
Use magic to attack! A magician on the other side has released a long-range attack magic!
Those damn businessmen! They are profit-seeking cowards! Such an important thing was not mentioned at all!
His own mistakes in the reconnaissance operation were automatically filtered out by the commander who was about to have a stroke. Sorokin kept scolding those fools who couldn't even lead the way. However, it was only for a short while. He had to save him first.
He and his men rushed out of the damn 500 meters as quickly as possible to escape from this exploding hell. They used the heads of those bastards in front of them to repay the heavy losses suffered by the [Carrion Crows].
"Spread out! Line formation! Be careful of the opponent's magic attacks!"
The heart-rending howl overwhelmed the loud explosion of the cannon - this is a bit incredible. Even if it is an orc, his vocal cords cannot make a louder noise than the explosion of an 82mm mortar, but the commander almost
The roar that he jumped up from his horse and roared indeed penetrated into the little ears of his subordinates at that moment with more force than the explosion of a cannon.
Sorokin set a physical limit record that may not be broken by anyone. Unfortunately, he himself was not aware of it, and there was no special verification record agency present to make the feat of the Centurion famous for future generations.[
His small eyes were filled with terrible bloodshot eyes. Watching the cavalry gradually widen the distance and listening to the rhythmic explosions, Sorokin and his men's heads were desperately trying to break through this unbearable dead space as soon as possible. The void of confusion and uneasiness was rising.
A corner in my heart keeps expanding.
Isn’t the damn grass over yet? All the soldiers are almost dead!
When the commanders complained about the "distant grassland", the gunfire and the 792mm bullet hitting the skull turned the complaints and brain contents into a rotten watermelon, and then erupted from the back of the head, riding on the aftermath of the impact.
The dog-skin hat was spinning in the air.
The moment the order "Fire" came out of the mouth of the front-line commander, the snipers who had already locked on a few conspicuous leather hats fired the first shot. The stunned expressions in the scope and the exploded cerebellum fell off the horse.
The sight made the [Invisible Devils] laugh with satisfaction.
2 centurions and 1 centurion - these guys are very good at shooting and have good guns.
When they looked through the scope to look for the next high-value target, they became depressed.
The enthusiasm and enthusiasm of the comrades was so strong and dense! Unlike the repeating crossbows equipped in the past that needed to be re-aimed after being cocked, the semi-automatic rifles clicked and clicked quickly knocking enemy soldiers off their horses.
The combination of long and short bursts of light and heavy machine guns not only harvested the cavalry array like wheat ears in autumn, but also had enough power to shoot at the deserters blocking the two wings trying to turn and escape.
My companion lying on the ground...
Not to mention, in this case, whether the officer hunting the enemy still has the meaning to disrupt the command system. How to find the target worthy of shooting from the messy bear's face is a headache enough.
Konig was much luckier than his two colleagues and colleagues. The familiar dog-skin hat came into view again. The beautiful bird feathers swayed seductively in the scope, and several unsightly helmets around him occasionally blocked the front of the bird feathers.
Patience - learned during the days of shooting wolves with a bow and arrow in the mountains. Whether enough patience will determine whether you return from a hunt full or empty-handed.
His breathing became longer, and his heartbeat slowed down with his intense concentration. The noise in his ears was filtered out like the noise deliberately created during special training, and only the helmet and bird feathers were left in Konig's eyes.
Opportunities will always appear to those with perseverance, and this time is no exception.
The eye-catching helmet suddenly fell backwards, and the debris that hindered the hunting disappeared from the lens. Sergeant Konig pulled the trigger hard.
The beautiful decoration was somersaulted with bird feathers and flew far away before landing on the pile of corpses. The hat stained with red and white mucus was caressed by the smelly wind, and a fresh corpse pressed up, with delicate dog skin.
The hat sank heavily into the bloody mud.
The sergeant looked away from the scope with satisfaction. He didn't know how big a prey he had killed, but he was sure it was a senior officer, and that was enough.
The young elf suddenly felt a wet touch on his cheek, and at the same time, a pungent sting was reflected from his skin to his brain.
[Ah, you are already a soldier, this is so outrageous.]
With trembling hands, he wiped away the traces of bodily fluids pouring out of his tear ducts, and a slightly heart-shaking smile appeared on his handsome face.
The sergeant has his own little ambition - the rank of major, preferably a unit fighting in a mountainous combat environment, so that he can return to the snow-capped mountain streams of Castile and pick a snowflake that symbolizes courage and strength.
The velvet flower is pinned to the military cap.
There is still a long way to go from the sergeant's epaulette to the two-stripe and one-star epaulettes carried on the shoulders of Major Brynhil and Till. It is necessary to accumulate corresponding qualifications and military achievements-that is, a considerable number of corpses must be piled up.
OK.
Two officers - a very small part of what was needed. What is worth crying about is that the sergeant participated in actual combat for the first time and got a pretty good start.
This is really a wonderful beginning, a happy time.
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The development of the war situation was completely one-sided.
Leonardo and his team's judgment on the trend of this surprise battle was accurate, with only one unexpected discrepancy.
The labels of abused and abused seem, seem, probably, maybe... posted in the wrong place. In addition, the shape of the sun may be square today.
Humans hate orcs, especially bears.
Greedy, lazy, cruel, drunk, lustful, cannibal... Anyway, the words related to the Bear Clan are not good adjectives.
But it definitely does not include the item [bravery].
Even humans who are the most picky and at the same time the most disgusted with the bear orcs, after witnessing the majestic sight of the furry bears facing magic, falling rocks, crossbow arrows, boiling oil, and lead water without flinching, and climbing the city wall one after another, will never stop.
I don’t agree with the fallacy that these upright beasts who never bathe and exude strong body odor are cowards.
The strongest and most terrifying enemy they must face.
Humans look down on elves.
Leonardo and the others have a relatively peaceful attitude towards longevity intelligent species - neither liking them nor hating them.
There is not much interaction between the elves who adopt a passive attitude towards survival and the humans who are busy with the internal disputes in the countries and at the same time fighting against the orc camp. It can be said that this is the first time for Leonardo and the others to see the complete people who are rumored to have been completely destroyed.
An extinct species of long-lived, pointed-eared wisdom.
In the historical data of humans and orcs since the founding of their respective countries, elves have never played the role of "victor" in conflicts and wars. A cowardly race that is constantly being driven out and wandering into wild lands where other races are unwilling to set foot has little recognition in the world.
Zhizhong is difficult to associate with the lofty title of "warrior".
The gap - there is no hope of victory, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a wall of despair.
Quantity:100vs400;
Arms: infantry vs cavalry;
Race: Elf vs Bear Orc;
Combat environment: plain areas;
This pk had numerous advantages for the bear tribe orcs. The pointy-eared elves, whom they despised as [bastards], had no difficulty at all. They shouted the slogan [Ula] and rushed towards [Unbearable].
The spirit that hits].
They didn't have to rush far out of the grassland. It only took a short while and they were mostly lying on the grassland.
The powerful furry bears didn't drink too much last night. Those who were drunk and lying down now were put there by the rabbit-like spirits in their eyes.
This is unreasonable! This is not reasonable at all! Is this still reality? Drinking too much? Going crazy? So much so that you will see absurd and terrifying visions?
Reality is reality. No matter how many humans try to deny it and continuously apply painful stimulation to their bodies, the reality in front of them will not change back to the form limited by their common sense and philosophy.
More than 100 elves who were like [rabbits] unilaterally slaughtered 4 centurions of furry bears.
The orc cavalry, which was overwhelming in every aspect, was defeated by the elves with only a quarter of their number! It was not another race! It was regarded as a weak persimmon by all intelligent species except itself in the past.
It is recognized as a small hit - the elf made the big orc explode!!!!!!
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Quiz Little Theater
Brunhil: Bang—bang bang bang—bang bang…
Li Lin: Why are you playing "The Galloping Valkyrie"? Which version is it?
Brynhildr: Of course it's the Warsaw Symphony Orchestra.
Li Lin: Oh, perfect! It’s a pity that there are no helicopters or rockets. The special background music for low-altitude strafing bombing with large helicopter formations must be Wagner’s music!
Bears: That's enough! You two have watched too many war movies, and the lunatic lieutenant colonel's upper body has become dull! You are cheating!
Li Lin, Brunhil: Dear! It’s not good to say that others are cheating if you can’t beat them!
All the furry bears: Wow, so cute... a bunny with a faint soul!
Brunhil: The three book friends who guessed correctly in yesterday’s guessing theater were [Technical Lieutenant Colonel Yang Hai], [Ye Qingshuang], and [Stardust Flying]. Congratulations on winning! Today’s quiz question is the origin of the steel core - it’s definitely not
The Great Cosmos Country, please answer the question about the origin and development of the steel core. Please act quickly!