Colonize Alien

The frenzied destruction of the minefields by skeletal boars made them the fortunate targets of the first wave of armed eagle drones.

The two Armed Eagle UAVs descended and smashed all the missiles mounted under the wings on one of the skeletal boars.

The missile blasted the bones of the skeleton wild boar, and the bone fragments flew, but after the smoke dissipated, the skeleton wild boar continued to arch the ground against the body that had been blown off.

The operator in the rear realized that these huge monsters might not be the role that the small missiles mounted on the drone could deal with, and decisively gave up the attack on the skeleton boar and turned to look for other targets.

For example, there are many carriages in the army that are responsible for transporting supplies.

Unlike other undead forces, the army of the eternal holy religion with human followers also needs to carry a considerable amount of material supplies.

Watching the armed eagle drones rush towards the carriage in the middle of the army, the skeleton king Eric Moore said coldly: "It's a bunch of annoying flying insects... archers, shoot them down for me! "

Just around the carriage and carriage, countless ghoul archers raised their northern longbows. The next moment, a dense rain of arrows flew towards the drones in the sky like locusts, and a few unlucky ones flew too low. Shot back to the part state.

The undeads of the eternal holy religion with human craftsmen are very well equipped, but the undead archers that other undead forces cannot see can be seen everywhere in them.

The rest of the drones quickly increased their height, but there were still many high-level undead bows and arrows that were enough to hit them. The drones could only choose a target at will, launch the missiles at the fastest speed, and then continue to climb.

When the drone climbed out of the range of the archers, a group of human archers mixed in with the ghoul archers arrogantly waved their northern longbow towards the drone, laughing and scolding all kinds of vulgar people. statement.

In the next moment, a 152mm grenade exploded among them, and the archers who had just been showing off their power turned into a mass of broken limbs and shredded flesh and flew into the sky, and then splashed on the bodies of the surrounding undead.

After a while, countless shells smashed into the ranks of the undead! The sound of continuous explosions resounded through Hell Valley.

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Behind the strong barbed wire position supported by a large piece of angle iron, a 54-type 152mm howitzer is densely placed on the simple construction firing position, and the shells are so brightly placed on the side for easy access, like a hill. There are also some small-caliber anti-aircraft guns around to guard against possible gargoyles.

If it was on Earth, artillerymen who dared to build a position like this could be dragged out and shot, but in Anglia at this time, everything was so logical.

It is to bully the undead without knowing where the attack came from!

Soldiers wearing black uniforms, with blond hair, white skin, and Nordic white appearances shuttled through the artillery positions. Then launch.

They are the newly established "Thunder Thunder" Legion, a colonial legion composed of Anglia locals except for the backbone officers.

Almost all of these people were once displaced refugees in the Blackthorn area. They joined the "Xinglei" Legion for the "favorable treatment" in the recruitment announcement, such as being well fed, warmly clothed, and rich, and became an important part of the storm base's defense line in the northern part of Hell Valley. make up power.

Only a few of the soldiers of the "Xinglei" Legion had ever been mercenaries, and most of them were farmers, hunters, and small traders.

But no matter what kind of occupation they once engaged in, those skills would be useless after joining the "Xinglei" Legion, and everything had to start from scratch.

Just over half a year was not enough for them to become qualified soldiers. Of course, there was no hope for a head-to-head fight with the undead army, but it was still possible to complete a simple artillery firing task under the command of a non-commissioned officer of Hua Guo.

After all, these artillery pieces have been calibrated by the artillery of the base in advance, and it is only necessary to check the data on the prepared table according to the information sent back from the front line to determine the angle of the shelling.

And it is such a simple work that is still done by the non-commissioned officers of Huaguo.

"Rusta, turn the angle down two degrees!"

"Yes, sir!"

As a rare person in the "Xinglei" Legion who can read and write, Rusta is very valued.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and a shell was fired at a new angle.

Rusta didn't know what kind of damage the shells he fired had done to the undead, and he had not even seen an enemy ten kilometers away.

But Rusta has seen the horrific scene when the 152mm grenade exploded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He swears that he never thought that the iron lumps that are carried from his hands every day can have such earth-shattering destructive power!

With this kind of power, you can kill as many skeletons and ghouls as you want!

After watching the companions reload the new shells, Rusta closed the breech block and began to think in his heart.

"The cannonball is so powerful, it shouldn't be a problem to kill twenty skeleton soldiers with one shot. I have already fired seventeen shots, so how many undead can I kill?

Twenty for one round, forty for two rounds, sixty for three rounds, damn... Seventeen rounds are too many to count!

never mind! No matter what I said, I must have killed more than 100 undead, and I can be considered a hero in the village! Well, a hero even more powerful than Knight Cross! "

Just when Rusta laughed foolishly, he heard the Chinese sergeant who commanded them shouting loudly.

"Half the rate of fire! Slow down! Slow down! No more reloads!"

Rusta, who was immersed in the delusion of becoming a hero and returning home in glory on a horse, suddenly looked at the sergeant blankly.

"Sir, we're not tired! In fact, we can play a little faster! Just the thought of those cannonballs blowing bones to smithereens gives us so much energy!"

With that said, Rusta raised his arm deliberately, illuminating the muscles that could not be seen through the thick clothes.

"I know you're not tired, but your guns are tired. If you don't want to blow up, just do as I say!"

Those old guns pulled out of the warehouse generally have a long lifespan. Coupled with the state of sealing for a while, the performance must be discounted. Even if these are carefully selected and in good condition, they cannot be messed up.

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