My Empire

The battle in front of him was actually a familiar battle that many races of the Ailan Hill Empire were accustomed to. They were still using this method to fight ten years ago, but they were suddenly brought up by the Allan Hill Empire, and they were nueless.

At present, there are many armies in the Ailan Hill Empire that maintain this primitive fighting state, including a large number of demons, orcs, dragons and some dragon knights.

None of these troops are equipped with a large number of modern weapons, and the Ailan Hill Empire does not have excess production capacity, so they have enough weapons and equipment.

For the production of old-fashioned armor, a factory that produces stainless steel tableware is enough. It can produce spacecraft. Obviously, it is impossible to rely on a factory that produces stainless steel tableware.

In the past two years, the Allanhill Empire has been expanding its capacity to produce spacecraft and large-scale machinery. Those small factories have basically stayed in place.

After finally cultivating a decent worker, he was taken away by the big factory to become a senior engineer. The management department lacks a large number of workers, and the production gap at the grassroots level can only be supplemented by puppets.

Supplementing these puppets is not a panacea solution. Many production lines cannot rely solely on puppets, so most areas are still waiting for humans or dwarven engineers.

The familiar rhythm, the familiar breath, and even the weakness of the enemy are all familiar to the orcs.

This made people very happy. Ireya looked at the arrow rain falling from the shield of the soldier in front of her, and then heard it, as if raindrops hit the eaves.

The dense pops are popping, and it sounds so good that Ireya is a little happy. She smiled, pulled the shield in front of her with her hand, pressed the long sword on her waist, and shouted loudly: "Continue to mock!"

Those Orc warriors with heavy armors and strong shields in their hands, with contemptuous smiles on their faces, used their spears to continue beating the shields in their hands.

Because of the sturdiness and weight of the shield, the rain of arrows could not even be inserted into the shields of these orcs. Therefore, none of them was able to use their spears to sweep away the arrows on the shields.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" These orcs continued to beat their shields contemptuously, as if they didn't care about the attack just now.

They can really be indifferent, because they didn't lose a single person in the dense arrow rain just now.

Only one soldier of the Orc clan was shot by arrows that passed through the gap. The orc drew the feather arrow out of his arm very indifferently, spit on the wound, and then dropped the feather arrow? He made a gesture of spreading his hands.

This action made the surrounding orcs cheered? These warriors who had gone to this day in the battle against the demon warriors? For such a small injury, they are not eye-catching at all.

More than just being inconspicuous, in the eyes of these orcs, if a powerful round of demon-breaking arrows did not cause hundreds of thousands of casualties, it would be a failed arrow rain covering an attack.

According to the preparations for the bombardment of the Ailanhill Empire they had observed before, a square formation was not covered by a piece of artillery fire, and there was very little left...that is, the artillery of the Ailanhill Empire released water.

"Long live the Ailanhill Empire!" A strong orc shouted loudly at the arrow rain that hit the sky again. The moment the arrow rain fell? He raised his shield and blocked his body.

"Dang! Dang!" Those feather arrows hit the shield, and the power was transmitted to the arms of these orc soldiers, without frightening them at all.

They have never been afraid of humans holding swords? Or they have never been afraid of cold weapons duels. What makes them desperate? It is the artillery fire of human beings, the bomber group with invisible edges in the sky...

After coming out of the shadow of the mechanized forces of the Airanhill Empire, the orcs realized that not all enemies are as terrifying as the forces of the Ailanhill Empire on the Hope 2 planet.

Opposite them, the archer of the Rock Empire was once again attacked by heavy arrows like a gust of wind. They didn't have the protection of a shield, and they just fell down dozens of poor people.

"The opponent's archer has a longer range than our archer! Damn it!" The general commanding the archer saw his archer fall again and cursed distressedly.

The place where his troops originally stood was absolutely safe. The archers of one's own side rush forward, in order to directly hit the opponent's infantry phalanx and hit the opponent's morale.

But seeing that the enemy archers standing behind the opponent's infantry phalanx can actually shoot arrows behind the infantry, directly attacking the archer troops in front of the Rock Empire...This is very painful.

This is equivalent to saying that the offensive artillery is attacking the opponent’s infantry trench, but the artillery deployed behind the opponent’s trench can actually cover the offensive’s artillery position with the advantage of range...

"Keep on shooting! I don't believe it! With so few archers, they can release arrows so quickly? Impossible!" The commander of the archer saw that he had lost more than 100 archers. , Clenched his teeth and insisted.

Then, before his words landed, the opponent's third round of arrow rain fell.

Still still heavy arrows, still still ultra-long range-the archers of the elves, that are the pinnacle of long-range strikes in the cold weapon age, and the archers who suppress humans are simply a piece of cake.

"……"So fast? The commander was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the other party may have divided the troops into several batches and released arrows in different rotations.

Just when he felt that he had figured out the key, he was standing, observing the position that was originally very safe, and suddenly dropped a feather arrow that was as fast as lightning.

He didn't even react. The feather arrow hit his feet. When he realized that something was falling in front of his face, the feather arrow was already on the ground, and the feathers on the tail were still following the shaft of the arrow. The tremor was shaking.

"What are you kidding? They can shoot arrows to this position?" He lowered his head subconsciously, and pulled out the feather arrow from the ground, still whispering in his mouth.

After he pulled out the arrow and peeled off the dirt on the arrow, the expression on his face became more exciting.

This is a heavy arrow! It is a typical armor-piercing arrow with great power. It is an arrow that sacrifices range and increases destructive power.

"..." This commander really wants to curse people now, really wants to curse people...