Cosma Empire

The Ministry of National Defense should thank the Creator for its magic. Most of the Western Continent belongs to the plain terrain, and only the eagle's head has mountainous terrain.

This allows the two weapon-mounted platforms to play a role in the Eagle's Mouth area with ease. After all, when designing these weapons and equipment, they never considered that they would be able to fight across the sea one day.

Therefore, at the beginning of the design, these war machines were designed according to the plain landform of the empire, and they were not suitable for use in the mountains.

When the decisive battle came, Du Lin didn't want to go to the battlefield for close observation. No matter whether it was a tragic war or not, when the two weapon-carrying platforms were in place ahead of time, the outcome of the war was already doomed.

The neurotics of the Ministry of National Defense dismantled all the artillery, and all the ports of each war machine were connected to 20mm cannons. Each platform has a full eight, and the extra space is filled. Ammunition, five bases of ammunition reserves.

These machine guns are simply the sickle of death for unarmored infantry units. In the last war against the Federation, the munitions company obtained some data showing that a round of 20mm machine gun shells was within the effective killing range , at least able to shoot through five unprotected human bodies.

Even some ordinary light armor can be destroyed quickly.

This kind of thing is purely designed to deal with infantry. The fairly good high rate of fire makes them the nightmare of all infantry, and now, in this barbaric land, they will also forge their own reputation.

After 9 o'clock in the morning, the two sides have entered the decisive battlefield according to local regulations. They have done a good job in locking the decisive battlefield in advance to avoid the migration caused by strategic transfer maneuvers, which will make the weapon carrying platform unable to keep up with the infantry. transfer speed.

Facing the countless "Allied Forces" that are almost invisible, the number of people on Luluhaduo's side is obviously a bit pitiful. The ten-fold gap is quite difficult to make up for after the base is enlarged to a certain extent.

On one side are the native coalition fighters full of valleys and pits, and on the other side are the few pitiful and sparse outsider troops. Even if Luluhaduo has great confidence in Du Lin and the imperial army, at this moment his calf is a little numb. Soft trembling.

If it wasn't for the fear that the officers around him would look down on him, and he still wanted to maintain his fragile dignity, he might have been sent home by now.

I wouldn't have come if I knew it earlier... But after thinking about it, Luluhado became rational again.

This battle will determine whether he can establish an indigenous government, which is related to the future and destiny of him and his children. As a wise man among the indigenous people, he knows very well that once he loses his value, he will be abandoned by those imperial people.

Therefore, this battle must be won, and it must be won cleanly. Only in this way can he be more valuable to be wooed, even if the people who are really in charge of the battle are from the empire.

Glancing at the calm colonel and officer beside him, Lulu Haduo sullenly took out his pocket watch and took a look at it. After thinking carefully for about five minutes, he put away the pocket watch.

He likes this small accessory very much. It is not only beautiful, it can show his unique identity, but it can also accurately know the current time in any place and under any circumstances.

The only inconvenient thing is that there is a needle that keeps moving,

He needs a certain amount of time to be able to recognize the exact time now.

There are still ten minutes before the start of the decisive battle.

The heart continued to speed up and intensify, giving him a terrifying illusion that his heart would jump out of his throat when he opened his mouth.

There are also people with such hallucinations in the opposite camp. Kazhazan has been chased around like an old dog for the past few months. This time, he managed to gather so many people, just to completely annihilate these outsiders. Then drive out all other outsiders.

The dormant place of Lord Demon God cannot be disturbed by these outsiders. They simply don't understand that once Lord Demon God wakes up, the whole world will be destroyed.

These stupid, despicable strangers!

After a long and short wait, the mellow and deep sound of horn horns sounded suddenly, and the sheepskin drums were banging, and some priests with hideous and terrifying masks with aboriginal characteristics ran out, and they surrounded some bonfires start dancing.

This is a ritual performed by the local natives before the battle begins, just like the "Gudrak" said by the imperial people, but their manifestations are more complicated.

Every aboriginal warrior had a serious expression on his face. When the ceremony was over, the low and mellow voice of the horn suddenly turned high, and they immediately roared and moved.

Without any rules, without any tactics, without any formation, he ran towards the opponent so simply and directly.

At the front of the team, some natives raised their semi-automatic rifles high above their heads. This move made the emperor who had received good military training couldn't help but laugh out loud on the battlefield. Come.

If this wasn't a battle that represented merit and promotion, they might suspect that it might just be someone else's joke!

But war is war, and no matter how it appears, it cannot hide its brutality.

When the distance between the two sides was less than 200 meters, the weapons carrying platform that had been hidden in the jungle on both sides began to fire.

The bullet, which was thicker than a thumb, became hot and red the moment it left the muzzle of the machine gun, and red dots fell on the crowd, tearing a gap and shooting through a depth of several meters.

The sudden change caused these natives to kill hundreds of people without reacting. The chiefs of various tribes standing behind and waiting for the results, as well as the smiles on Kazhazan's faces completely turned into expressions of horror.

They couldn't understand how those two huge guys could do it, perhaps witchcraft and magic.

But at this moment, even if they wanted to do something, there was nothing they could do.

No one's voice could be heard on the battlefield. Apart from roaring, roaring and screaming, there was only the rhythmic firing of machine guns.

tong…tong…tong…tong…tong…tong…

This sound is like the footsteps of the god of death when he came to the world, and it is like the whistle of his scythe.

The colonel officer saw that the native coalition forces began to flee, he asked the flag bearer to wave the flag, and the infantry began to enter the battlefield.

It doesn't make sense for the people in the mechanical platoon to take away so many achievements and achievements, isn't it?

And with so many meritorious deeds, everyone can share a lot, even if they didn't shoot, they just ran behind these native asses!

In just three minutes, at least more than a thousand indigenous soldiers died on the battlefield. The collapse of the two wings led to the collapse of the entire army.

At this time, there was only one thought in the minds of the chief and Kazhazan in the rear.

It's over, it's all over!