boom!

In the loud explosion, there was a strong shock wave, like an invisible siege hammer, and it came over fiercely.

Even with his mount, Wan Qichang was directly overturned to the ground, dizzy and dizzy. Before he could react, he was swallowed by the blue flame.

The next moment, he felt the burning pain, the respiratory tract was burned and choked directly.

"Throwing axe!"

Wan Qichang gritted his teeth, leaning on his tenacious will, while giving orders, and violently pushed away the mount that was pressed on his body, followed by a continuous tumbling, trying to suppress the flames on his body, but these flames were encountered. It burns, even the dirt is no exception.

boom! boom! boom!

Explosions continued, pits were born, heavy rides fell over, blood splattered, and a lot of broken limbs were interspersed among them.

Wan Qichang’s voice was long overwhelmed by the deafening explosion. The heavy riders threw out the second round of flying axe on the basis of combat experience and intuition, but because of the harassment of the explosive air waves, the quasi-head was very poor. It was a mess.

The first wave of abominations that smashed the iron cans gave way to both sides, charged, and continued to throw, while the second wave also faced the heavy ride frontally and smashed the iron cans.

Throwing an iron block less than five pounds out of 500 meters with the abominable mass and arm strength, but the standard level, unqualified, all returned to the furnace for rebuilding.

boom! boom! boom!

The dust and smoke from the explosion quickly covered the sky.

The entire battlefield fell into a weird silence. The Red Dragon Infantry Regiment was standing in stunned position. Some people even rubbed their eyes and could not accept the scene in front of them.

If the opponent doesn’t play according to the routine, shouldn’t he ride again and hedging again? Then, after the opponent is overwhelmed, then go straight into the formation and kill the enemy commander?

In fact, the situation is one-sided, but it is the Frankfort side.

After heavy riding, the abominations circumvented after throwing, and continued to run. In the process, they still kept ensuring a large density of fire suppression.

Ding!

The iron can hit the dwarf and hit the steel armor with a crisp sound. After the explosion, the dozens of nearby rides were all spread and fell apart in a radial pattern, and they knocked over other comrades.

The formation collapsed quickly.

Suddenly, there was a smooth road in front of Chongqi, and the horrible abominations were no longer visible. The dwarves who were lucky to survive were excited because the handsome flag of the other party was in front. Threw it from behind.

boom! boom! boom!

The explosion kept on.

"The heavy cavalry regiment is over!"

The staff had cold hands and feet, and the bronze watch planes in their hands fell on the ground and smashed their feet, but they could not feel it. They saw clearly and hatred. After bypassing, they chased back from behind.

This time, it was a fixed-point attack, focusing on strangling those heavy rides that were still formed as a team.

In fact, when the last batch of hatreds crossed from both sides, the heavy riders had little left. The daily lessons of these guys were bombardment exercises, ten hours a day, which lasted at least three years of training so that they could It's easy to hit a rabbit moving 500 meters, not to mention such a big target.

The hatred at the end of the line rushed for more than ten meters, and immediately stopped, chasing and killing the remnant soldiers, and the vanguard's hatred had stopped, picking up the battle axe on the ground, and repairing the knife towards every corpse, even if it was a torn corpse. And don't let go.

A little abominable and troublesome, he simply lifted the warhorse and shoved it on Chongqi's body.

"Fool, want to die, don't you see the blue fire still burning?"

The smoky Casimodo patrolled the battlefield scolding, "And you, clean the body of a fart, hurry up to line up, I want to attack the other party's big account!"

The abomination that also possesses the ability to act begins to line up.

Of course, there are not many corpses, because most of them have been burned to ashes, and the armor has melted a lot, so that there are layers of hot metal on the ground.

"Is this the end?"

Thorin’s hand is still raised at high altitude, and his eyes are incredible. Everyone knows that heavy riding is costly and is the trump card of a corps. He still wants to rescue him. The result is not waiting for the tactics. The battle is over. Too.

"Ma Lei, even if he rides a hedging again, can't he lose so fast?"

"What is that flame?"

"You should ask what kind of canned iron is? Why is it so little but so powerful?"

The staff members talked about each other and pointed their fingers. Only in this way can the fear and anxiety of their hearts be vented. Then they were stunned, because they saw some crippled aversions took the train from the space ring, and then piled the uncharred corpses on it. Above.

"What are they doing?"

A Wan Qichang asked.

No one answered, but in fact, everyone knew that these corpses would be taken back, sent to the abomination workshop, cut into pieces of meat, and then made into a new abomination.

This battle can be said to be the victory of the enemy. Except for the iron cans of unknown origin, the enemy has almost no casualties and consumption, abomination? That thing is how much cannon fodder can be made with as many materials as possible.

When the Duke of the Dead Banshee took Celace away, it left Downton with the most high-end undead magic technology.

"For the record, the power of Blue Fire is still too great, and it will burn the spoils, and continue to let the arsenal study the iron cans that are mainly explosives!"

The military observer put down the telescope and made a noteless expression.

"General Casimodo does not prioritize victory, personal heroism is too heavy, and it is recommended that the military post be abolished and incorporated into the military academy to learn again!"

"Commander Nicole did not perform his duties, personally believe that it does not have the ability to command the whole army."

...

"Hey!"

Listening to the observer pointing the spear at the owner, the staff were unhappy.

"Forget it, I will prove that his evaluation is wrong!"

Nicole made a cool expression.

"Commander, what should I do?"

The defeat in the first battle was like a stick in the head, and the generals who knocked were a little dazed.

"nonsense!"

Thorin took a spit, at least one more win, or morale would end, "I still have Qingqi, heavy steps, light steps, I still have the air force, notify the Mage regiment, put an end to those abominations, one will not stay! "

On the battlefield, the mages corps sacrificed by the dragon and the dark elves appeared. Under the command of the regiment, they gathered fire to hate.

"Blood mallet, it's up to you!"

With Nicole's order, the shaman division that could not be restrained was dispatched.

"What is this? Indigenous?"

The staff continued to be dumbfounded.

The training period of a magician is too long and consumes too much, but it has terrible lethality, so the mage group has always belonged to high-end arms. Once used, it is an ace that can determine the trend of war.

The Red Dragon does not have a magic school, so its own mage group is pieced together, it is bad, but the other party is even worse, carrying an ogre engraved with the skull of a mysterious rune, a vine goblin with a three-pronged arm, and a stone Hammered Jackals...

Race, weapons, and service are all strange, and the old, the weak, and the sick are always refusing to come. From a distance, it does not look like a mage group, but a beggar group performing juggling.

The magnificent singing sound resounded through the sky, the elements resonated, and violent fluctuations occurred.

When the first wave of magic between the two sides collided in the air, the staff were stunned, and a series of fork-like lightnings were raging.In an instant, the entire field of vision was filled with them, making people almost step into the lightning. jungle.

The Red Dragon Mage regiment immediately turned from attack to defense.

"Are we actually suppressed?"

The generals rubbed their eyes again, and from the beginning to the end, the old and weak and sick of the other party had been lighting lightning, but this lightning was fast, accurate, ruthless, and stabilized their own side.

Seeing standing upwind, the people of the Shaman Division began to play with flowers, and let lightning form the patterns of flowers, birds, fish, insects, and murderer drug lords. Whoever has a complicated pattern will gain a lot of envious eyes, so that the chin is raised high. High, arrogant.

"Let Qingqi be dispatched!"

Sorin made the judgment at the first time. He has many people in his own party, so he must use it. As long as he rides lightly, he can destroy this group of mages. Otherwise, a lot of casualties will be caused in the subsequent battles.

"It's finally our turn!"

Bah, Suarez vomited into the palm of his hand, held the javelin to greet the troll squadron, and rushed down.

"..."

Nicole was speechless.

"Shaman divisions show off their skills, all need further study!"

"The troll chief disregarded Nicole's order and dispatched without authorization, suggesting sanctions by the military court!"

"Nico can't restrain the general, and his ability is marked with a question mark!"

The observer started recording again.

"Let the Dark Ranger Regiment fight against the light ride on the left." Nicole scolded ~lightnovelpub.net~ Bloodmaul, stop playing, hurry to end the battle for the old lady, and suppress the enemy light ride! "

The enemy only saw that the shaman divisions were all composed of old, weak and sick, but they didn’t know that these guys were all native shamans in the dragon hills. Everyone inherited the essence of the tribe, and they could easily communicate with nature. God, their elemental power is innate, which is a gift from nature to the people who live on this hilly land.

The various laws of Downton make the life of the hilly natives better and better, but the resources are limited after all. For higher status and more benefits, these shamans can’t wait to sell their lives to him. Now they are finally caught. Opportunities, naturally have to show a good hand.

Indigenous people's ideas are very simple, and their performance is good or not, that is, how many people are killed and how many heads are harvested?

The same is true of the Troll Hunters, so they have red eyes and a unique war roar resounding in their throats, and they rush out violently.

"My Deborah, are these guys crazy? Do they know they are facing ten times the enemy?"

Looking at the trolls who fearlessly charged, the concept of the Red Dragon generals was once again subverted. Said good morale plummeted, said good deserters defeated?

Two thousand yards apart.

The light riders have already taken off their short bows, the arrows have been wound, they control the speed of their horses, adjust their breathing, and prepare to shoot.

One thousand and five hundred yards apart.

This is the short range of the short bow. The hit rate is too poor, so no officer will give orders at this time.

"hold on!"

Wan Qichang raised his right hand, mentally calculating the distance, but at this moment, he saw the troll on the opposite side suddenly raised his arm, vigorously, and threw the javelin over with the inertia of the sprint.

(To be continued.)