0p0 Chapter 225 Soft Aggression
Chapter 225 Soft Aggression
After two rounds of strikes, there was a momentary pause. The humans on the crossbow array stood up and quickly retreated as silently as when they came. There were also figures moving behind the trebuchets in the distance, but the position where the humans in blue and black military uniforms was still dead silent. .
Yun Shen adjusted his glasses and turned his head to look at the valley on the left.
The howling sound penetrated the air and rose suddenly.
The fire suddenly exploded behind the crossbow array, and amidst the loud bang, the strong wind with the smell of gunpowder pushed across the surroundings, and the nearby grass blades were torn apart, and the thrown up soil, gravel and various debris were scattered all over the place. Shooting away, even if the cloud is far away, it cannot be avoided. Things like soil, sand and broken leaves come with the wind. The ordinary people and orcs standing on the two lines raised their hands to cover their faces, and many of them couldn't help it. As they retreated, the formation began to appear chaotic. When another round of artillery shells roared through the air, some people even squatted down instinctively amidst the shaking of the ground.
Takla squinted his golden amber eyes, and moved back and forth among the crowd on both sides to look at them. The squadron leaders beside him also paid attention to the performance of everyone on the field with different attitudes. The companion next to him pointed.
In the shelling that almost took away everyone's attention, on the infantry position that seemed to have been completely damaged, as pieces of cowhide sandwiched iron shields were lifted, black heads emerged from the trenches one after another, maintaining With most of their bodies still hidden under the ditch, they raised the long guns that they had already grasped by their sides, the butts of the guns rested on their shoulders, the long barrels of the guns were resting on the ground, and the black muzzles were slightly raised.
"One, two, get ready—let it go!"
In the aftermath of the explosion, almost no one heard this short order, until the gunshot sounded like popping beans, and many heads on both sides of the exercise site suddenly turned around as if they were frightened.
After the gunfire and vibrations, the rickety grass and trees fell down in an instant. Soldiers with long guns jumped out of the fortifications. They didn't stand up and straight forward, some of them quickly bowed and curved forward. The other part of the people kneeled to cover the shooting, and the shelling stopped. They rushed to the front of the crossbow array alternately, swung their spears behind them, pulled out their engineering shovels with their backhands, and plunged into the crowds of grass and trees, using the tough and sharp edges of the shovel Cut off the heads of the wooden figures, or disembowel the straw men, and in a short while, there was nothing standing on the ground except for the humans in blue and black military uniforms.
"Close the team, assemble—"
The long and loud voice of the password penetrated the practice field and shook everyone's eardrums.
"Look to (left) and right, forward - look! Each row counts!"
"one two three four five six seven!……"
"Take a break!"
The captains and team leaders on both sides of the exercise field dragged and kicked the recruits who were still in a daze back to their proper positions. Even if they couldn't compare with the horizontal and vertical steel formations that seemed to be framed by others, it stimulated training I don't know how many times it has been done, this Xu can't be so outrageous, right?
When that team was formed, a group of people also came from the other side of the field. Among them were humans and werewolves. They also wore blue and black military uniforms, and they had almost the same tough temperament, but they were surrounded by everyone. Silver gray The slightly frail figure between the two tall young men with short hair and long braided hair made many people's eyes widen.They stopped at a distance from the drill team.
Yun Shen had already put away his glasses, and took two steps forward.
The company commander of the strengthened company leading the team—but he was still the squad leader in the public address, turned around and ran to Yun Shen with small steps, and raised his hand as a military salute.
"Report! No. 30's seven-level live ammunition exercise is over!" The black-haired company commander said in a sonorous and forceful voice, "This morning from 31:31 to 300:120, the exercise lasted 160 minutes! A total of [-] people participated in the exercise. , [-] people from the red team, [-] people from the blue team, [-] recorders, and [-] bidders! On our red side, four people were slightly injured during the exercise, and two people were fractured, and the loss of ammunition and other materials has not been counted!"
Yun Shen fixedly looked at his young and energetic face, "It's very exciting." He said solemnly, "You guys did a very good job."
A joyful and proud smile appeared on the captain's face, which had always been serious. Behind him, a burst of cheers resounded through the sky.
Although Fan Tianlan thought afterwards that Yun Shen shouldn't give such a high evaluation, and those who were handed over from him to Takla might be unstable because of this, but Takla thought that if someone else needs him to make him stand firm, it's better to do it as soon as possible. Get off.And the effect of the exercise can be said to be quite obvious. Seeing that the troops can not lose their combat power under such severe attacks, and they are so fierce in counterattacks, those who have doubts about the training content have almost stopped, but More people are more interested in the weapons of mass destruction that caused such earth-shattering attack effects.
Sure enough, cannons are the romance of men no matter what the era.
However, Scar, who received the video records and reports from his subordinates, did not think so.
"What about my mount?" He tapped on the table with a simple projector made of a magnifying glass, a reflector, and a cardboard box, and the already dancing picture on the opposite wall shook even more.
The pharmacist silently took the projector aside, and then opened the heavy window steps.It is worth mentioning that this projector was made by a pharmacist. As for the method, it goes without saying where he learned it.
"The warlock said we could first plug the mounts' ears with cotton," Keir said.
"Get it out when you want to rush up?" Scar said sarcastically, "But did he forget that even the ground moved, and they are not human. If the cavalry gets into a mess, how can he compensate me?"
Kiel stopped talking, and the pharmacist whispered, "But the power is indeed huge... Isn't victory more important to us?"
Scar turned his face away and snorted, "If I don't say that, I'll have to swallow this thread myself."
The pharmacist looked at him and asked, "Then you want...?"
"That kind of weapon is called a 'cannon'," Keel said. "I just looked at their weapon warehouse, Chief, and there are a lot of them."
"How much is a lot?" Scar asked.
Keel said awkwardly: "I don't know...it's too deep there. But I heard from them that the magician will always prepare extra for what they need."
"So, how many people are using this 'cannon'?" Scar asked, "How many people are needed to operate such a thing?"
"There are two, not counting the special delivery of 'ammunition' to them, but how many 'artillery' they have is uncertain, because now they plan to recruit some novices to join in addition to those trained before." Kiel said, "Specifically How much depends on our opinion.”
The latter sentence is the most important, but Ska had a particularly uncomfortable feeling of being counted in again. He cursed a curse word, then frowned and said: "The black-haired magician means his It’s not enough to send things over, just send my people there? How can he ensure that my people learn the same things as his people?”
Generally speaking, if it is not a blood relative, few people will hand the weapon backwards to the opponent's hand, right?It's good to learn.Kiel doesn't have the illusion that humans have that they should take it for granted. Even though they have formed alliances, lived together and trained for a period of time, unlike some straightforward and simple-minded fellows, Kiel still finds it difficult to regard humans as fully trusted companions , and he knows that the other party is the same, those barriers always appear when they should and shouldn't, no matter what the magician says, the difference between werewolves and humans is so obvious, but he also has to admit that this distance is actually not real It is caused by their appearance and language, but from a longer and deeper accumulation.
"The patriarch," he said, "even if we do get this weapon, I'm afraid we'll have to send it back like Huckle."
Scar didn't speak. From the images sent by the other party and Kiel's description, he certainly knows that this thing is essentially similar to bows and arrows and trebuchets. It attacks by consumption, and the kind that can emit fire and smoke , The power is so great that even the ground is blasted into huge pits. There is no doubt that things called "cannonballs" can only be produced in human settlements. When it's over, it's a waste, the bow can use the bow arm to draw people without arrows, and the bowstring can kill people, but that kind of steel creation can't even be remelted.What's more, since the human settlement was built and all the ironware was supplied to Sasheer at a very low price, their iron kiln at the foot of the mountain has not been opened again, and now it is almost turned into a nest of insects and beasts.
What the sorcerer provided was the best way after both parties made concessions. Even seriously, the human side seemed a bit generous. At least if Scar wanted this kind of thing himself, he wouldn't even show it to others.How exciting it is to have such a shot at a time when one's enemies can't even imagine it.
It's just that he even helped to think about Scar's share.
Scar looked up at Keir, "Then how many people can he let me put in?"
"No more than fifty," Keel said.
"Is it for a good head?"
"No, that's not the requirement," Keir said hastily. "It needs accuracy and eyesight. Archers are the best."
"You and Boss pick seventy first, and then I'll take a look." Ska decided, and Kiel saluted him, then backed out.
Scar leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed his legs and looked at the white ceiling above his head, and said slowly: "No matter what I send him, he will take care of it. We don't care about living, wearing or eating. There is no need for us to produce anything, as for the weapons, we have to rely on his, it’s almost like training not my army, but his own.”
The pharmacist had already taken out the player in the projector, and was carefully operating to retrieve the materials he was studying before. Hearing this evil, his movements stopped.
"I heard...except for the survivors, they don't profess their loyalty to the magician to any human or orc." He said softly.
"That's because he knew they couldn't be trusted," Scar said.
The pharmacist didn't quite understand what he was worried about. The most elite knights were all in Sachel, and they were firmly controlled by Scar. The young werewolves who went to the human settlement didn't show any signs of questioning Scar's authority, because The superior conditions generously provided by human beings, many werewolves also highly admire Scar's vision and means - they have taken so many benefits, but only paid so little. Although the patriarch is violent and dictatorial, he is also brave ah.
"These powers are easy to come by now, and if they don't... no, he won't let them really 'no'," Scar continued, "he just needs to let them know that the foundation of it all is him now, and Just him, that's enough."
The black-haired magician is so smart that he is frighteningly smart. He will definitely not expect those blind and hypocritical allegiances, but he has no slack in controlling the real and powerful minions. Those black-haired survivors can undoubtedly fight for him without asking any reason. died.He holds the most important part of power in his hands, and those who are closely attracted by his interests will only spontaneously act according to his wishes.He doesn't have to fight for power directly, it will come to him like a stream of water, because when they find that the good life depends on him, there is no choice left, because even Scar began to feel that, The days before the arrival of the magician were really difficult and scarce, and going back to the past requires more than a little determination and courage.
After being quiet for a while, Scar suddenly said, "Thinking about it now, I seem to have forgotten one thing."
"What is it?" the pharmacist asked.
"The guy I sent to Sahir to scold people, should be here by now, right?"
"You mean Aka? Didn't he just leave for a few days?" the pharmacist said.
"He's going with the human ship, at least one-third of the way will be half as fast. If he hasn't arrived yet, he might as well go find a lump of x and suffocate himself to death." Scar said.
The werewolf with drooping brows and eyes that looked like he had no energy suddenly stopped and reached out to touch his ears.
"What's wrong?" asked the werewolf beside him.
"It's nothing." The werewolf with low eyebrows and low eyes said calmly, "Maybe the patriarch is scolding me for wasting time."
"Haha, how could it be?" This sentence is a bit false. Many people in Sahir have heard of the temper of Sahir's patriarch, but the werewolf still comforted him, "It only took less than It took six days to come to our Sahir, the speed is already very fast, I don’t even know how you came across the mountain so quickly on such... horses.”
"It's an emergency," Aka said.
"It's really urgent." The werewolf next to him sighed, "But you're only here now, so what's the use?"