Blue Sword

At this time, the battlefield situation was changing rapidly, and the rhythm was basically in the hands of the Plantagenet Mercenary Group.

Sometimes the Highland Swordsmen charged collectively and fought the undead in a stalemate; sometimes they quickly retreated, and then the lobster gunmen who had finished loading stood up and fired at the undead.

According to party players, this kind of rifle that requires reloading after one shot is actually a "magnetic Gaussian rifle" driven by an electromagnetic coil. Asker is not a fan of military science fiction and does not understand much about this.

But of course he also played with this gun in the game. It has a slow rate of fire, high damage, and excellent armor-piercing and penetration capabilities. Even if the Titan is hit by one shot, it will be seriously injured.

Because of this, if you rashly join the battlefield, you might be entangled by the Highland Swordsmen who can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and then be fired at by the Lobster Lancers... After all, the Highland Swordsmen and the Lobster Lancers are dressing up in appearance. They all have, uh, such recognition that I can't easily sneak in.

It is estimated that there is a high probability that they will be regarded as undead disguised as humans.

Therefore, out of careful consideration for his own safety, Asker did not rush into the battlefield. Instead, he found a flat location on a nearby hill and took out a picnic cloth and spread it on the ground.

Then he sat down and took out...the barbecue grill and cold beer.

The barbecue is all done with Nora skewers and brushed with sauce. After turning on the oven for a moment, oil will start to sizzle. The golden grease falls on the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and white smoke.

The beer is also all ice-cold, which is very suitable for drinking cold beer in this weather. After moving the grill, Asker continued to turn the grill while watching the battlefield below.

I happened to see a tall Highland swordsman chop off the ghoul's head with one sword stroke, while roaring loudly with his painted face.

"Okay!" Ask nodded. The decapitation just now was indeed very beautiful - especially considering the awkward position of the ghoul lying on the ground, it was still difficult to accurately cut off the neck.

He took a bite of beef skewers and felt the delicious oil burst out from his mouth and tongue, making every taste bud on his tongue rejoice.

Just eating and drinking slowly like this, the time gradually reached noon, and the war below was still not over.

Of course it won't end, because the undead have no concept of truce.

As long as the undead don't take the initiative to retreat, of course Plantagenet will not be able to retreat. Otherwise, they will retreat to the fortress and the undead will chase them one after another. The people in the fortress will never dare to open the door to the mercenaries.

Everyone has been fighting since morning and has not taken in any water. They are already hungry and thirsty, and their throats feel like they are on fire. However, the undead had no intention of retreating, and everyone could only continue to curse and continue to press the front line of the battle forward, trying to overwhelm the will of the commander at the rear of the undead army.

Although it is known that in the eyes of the commander, ordinary undead soldiers are not valuable at all.

McGree is the most skilled warrior among the Highland swordsmen, and he also has the most medals of honor pinned to his skirt. Each medal represents surviving a fierce battle.

However, even he could hardly stand the high-intensity fighting for several hours. He felt as if the stomach acid was burning a hole in his stomach. Damned undead.

"Mike!" As the lobster gunners raised their barrels again, the Highland Swordsmen quickly retreated to make way for the firing line. Suddenly, a companion beside them screamed.

"Ah?" McGree immediately looked around to see if some invisible undead banshee was coming to attack.

"Look at the hillside over there!" said the companion, "is there someone there?"

"Human?" McGree followed his pointer and looked.

His eyesight was very good, and he saw a man standing on the hillside, holding a stick in his hand...

Meat skewers? Still eating?

Damn it! McGree cursed wildly. Is this guy here for a spring outing?

We are fighting life and death down there, and you go up to the mountain to enjoy a leisurely barbecue and watch us sweat and bleed? !

As the news spread among the retreating Highland swordsmen, Asik suddenly felt something on the hillside and silently took a sip of cold beer.

Well, this method really works.

After another round of volley fire, the lobster gunners began to reload their ammunition, while the highland swordsmen roared and rushed into the battlefield again, fighting the undead in a wild and furious manner, and at the same time began to curse. :

"go to hell!"

"Tell you to eat barbecue!"

"I'll beat you to a pulp!"

This round of offensive was so swift and violent that the undead front could not hold up any longer, and several gaps were made by the Highland Swordsmen.

Rhythmic drumbeats came from behind again, signaling that the Highland swordsmen should retreat, and the lobster gunners were preparing to fire a volley.

So everyone slapped their swords on the corpses around them a few times, then turned around and started running again, raising their middle fingers towards the hill along the way.

Of course, the lobster gunmen who were taking aim also noticed the uniform gestures of the Highland swordsmen, and couldn't help but glance towards the hill.

BBQ, beer... these lobster gunmen couldn't help but curse in their hearts.

Standing here for a long time to maintain formation, holding the rifle straight, and enduring the huge recoil is also a considerable physical exertion for the lobster gunmen. It is no less than the Highland swordsmen who charge repeatedly - even if their upper body is hot It's transparent, at least the lower body is still cool.

At this time, the lobster gunmen's faces had already been wet with sweat, and they looked as if they had just been fished out of the water. Not only do they have to endure the heat and fatigue, but they also have to endure extreme hunger and thirst.

Then he thought that not far from here, someone was feasting on skewers and beer... and someone immediately had the urge to serve him one.

After the volley, the highland swordsmen came off again, and next to the lobster gunners' line, the lookout who was also sweating was staring at Ask on the opposite hillside, so angry that his teeth were almost broken.

"Bring me my gun!" he turned and shouted.

The military servant responsible for carrying bullets quickly took his rifle.

Of course, lookouts also have guns, but most of the time they don't know how to shoot. After all, they have to monitor changes in the battlefield at all times. If the enemy attempts to make a detour, they must promptly notify the commander to adjust the front.

But the watchman could no longer bear it. The opponent was feasting and drinking on the opposite side, and was still indifferent even after being warned by the Highland swordsmen with their middle fingers. It was clear that they were here to mock their Plantagenet mercenary group.

It's a small thing for me to be humiliated personally, but it's a big deal for the team to be looked down upon. No, he must be killed!

He took the rifle, loaded it, put the handle on his shoulder, moved his eyes to the high-power lens, and locked onto the face of the young man on the hillside opposite. With his lookout hand, he could even see the oil stains on the corners of the other man's mouth, and he felt like his stomach was going to cramp. .

A gunshot!

"Okay!" Several voices sounded from the lobster gunners' formation, and everyone felt the joy of having their revenge avenged.

Although in order to maintain the front line and battlefield suppression, everyone could not leave their positions to shoot the man, but everyone was quite relieved when they saw that the lookout took revenge for everyone.

Then, the spearmen saw the man pushing the oven slowly out of the smoke rising from the opposite hillside, changing to a position with a better perspective, and continued eating and drinking.