Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"These dogs from the machine gun team!" Duff cursed and held the magic gun in his hand. "If this continues, our infantry battalion will even fart! These charlatan knights even touch the edge of the first front line. Not…”

Battalion Commander Vaughn was originally responsible for the command of the second front, but now he also passed through the ridge ditch to the command bunker where Duff was, and got together with Wayne, the commander of the third front, who was even more idle.

They were very clear about the commander's position firepower arrangement. They first fired the first shot with a naval gun to deter enemies 1,500 meters away. After the opponent actually launched a charge, they then used magic power cannons to carry flowering bullets to achieve the first round of range. Kill and destroy their charge formation at the same time. When the enemy approaches the first front within 300 meters, they disrupt their routes through horse-resistance and caltrops. The machine gun team uses intensive firepower to clear the battlefield...

Ordinary infantry in the trench on the front line... shall not be allowed to open fire within less than 150 meters according to the instructions.

"It's over!" Duff was so anxious that he turned around, "The infantry is not useful. My record today... I won't be able to get zero directly, right? A great humiliation! A great humiliation!"

Vaughan shook his head helplessly and was about to comfort him when he suddenly heard the soldiers outside the bunker scream loudly.

"Sir! Look at those knights!"

Through the observation port of the bunker, the three of them found that among the knights in groups of three or five, there were suddenly many flag holders. A flag with the emblem of the glorious church was unfolded in the wind, and it even roared in circles. With the golden halo that continued to spread outward, the surrounding knights immediately rode their horses toward it, tightly surrounding the coverage of the flag halo.

The machine gun team seemed to have noticed the changes in the enemy's phalanx immediately, and turned the muzzle to aim at the reassembled enemy. The rain of bullets instantly covered the target - this is the unique ballistic effect of machine gun directional strafing, but it is expected. The outside of the body did not have the killing effect of splattering blood. The bullet poured into the periphery of the golden halo, causing golden ripples, but did not hit the knight hiding in the halo.

What kind of magic is this? It can actually withstand the strafing of magic machine guns!

Vaughan felt a chill in his heart, and the commander's calm voice immediately sounded from the alchemy communicator in the command bunker, "That is the divine blessing technique of the church judge army! Only by hitting the flag holder surrounded in the center can the enemy be destroyed. Protection! ”

Almost at the same time, a flag-holder who was surrounded by more than ten knights and charged in front suddenly seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer. The broken breastplate and the flesh that ejected out instantly exploded, and he tightened his heart. The flagpole held in the hand also snapped.

It was done by those sharpshooters holding sniper rifles on the city wall!

The magic fluctuations that were detonated after the super-large-caliber magic bullet hit the shooting can even be perceived by Vaughan and others who are also blood warriors.

Sure enough, by clicking and killing the opponent's flag-holder alone can immediately destroy their divine blessing technology protection array!

This is something that the machine gun squad can't do if they only splash water and are actually inefficient - of course, when facing the tide of enemies, they can indeed play a role in curbing the opponent's offensive, but if you encounter a tide of enemies, you can do it. To get to these extraordinary people, you still have to rely on the precise shooter in the infantry to perform.

Duff had already drilled out of the bunker and lay in the trenches to direct the soldiers to aim and shoot at the flag holders.

However, the firepower gap between the machine gun team's offense was blocked in less than half a minute, which also allowed the group of fearless church knights to finally cross the area covered by the rain of bullets in which the god of death waved his sickle, approaching within a hundred meters of the first front.

The sound of magic-powered rifle fire immediately sounded. After the flag holder was shot and dropped, the rest of the knights around him still charged, even though they lost the protection of the magical technique, they were still leaning on the horse after being hit in the chest by several bullets. The war horse ran five or six meters in inertia, and sucked out the long sword in his hand and flew it over as he spitted blood.

"Be careful!" someone screamed and warned.

In order to ensure the accuracy of shooting, a soldier who stretched half of his body out of the trench and used a half-squat shooting posture to instantly beheaded by the long sword shot from the sea. The terrifying momentum led him backwards. It flew more than a meter and was nailed directly to the ditches.

Duff was shocked. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a Knight of the Judgment Army who had been dismissed dozens of meters away and even his left leg was broken. He struggled to get up on the ground with dust flying, and raised him. A short steel spear.

Whoosh-

The short spear came out from his hands, almost so fast that he couldn't even see the trajectory.

Dafu subconsciously pulled out the alchemy sword from his waist and quickly slashed horizontally in front of him... With a crisp sound of metal intersecting, the powerful and powerful knife actually slashed the short spear into two, but the tip of the spear still rubbed. His waist stroked, tearing out a terrifying wound that could see his ribs.

Duff fell on the trench slope with his back, and suddenly stretched out his hands behind him and pulled him back into the cover.

"Damn! Damn!" He gritted his teeth and cursed. When he turned around, he saw that the person who had just rescued him was the political guidance assigned to his camp department not long ago - a grizzly bear with no hair growing tall. The young nobleman is named Ivan.

"Battery Commander! Are you okay?" Yifan was in such a battlefield for the first time. Although he didn't pee his pants directly, his two war teeth were trembling, but he still stuck to the first place. The area of ​​the defense line did not choose to retreat because of fear. It kept wandering in the trenches, loudly encouraging the soldiers to fight back, and also reminded them to pay attention to the enemy's actions.

"Medic! Where is the medic?" the young political instructor shouted hoarsely with his head held high. Turning around, he found that the battalion commander, who had just been lying on the ground bleeding, suddenly sat up and took out a roll of bandage to bandage himself.

"What are you shouting for! You're making a fuss." Dave took out a bloody gauze from the huge wound on his waist. The hideous wound was wriggling and healing rapidly. "If you shout a few more times, my wound will be healed!"

As he spoke, he suddenly glared and cursed: "Why are you carrying a gun? Who gave you the gun? Do you want to kill you?"

These noble disciples and local young people who have received advanced education in the Xinghuo City Public College are the reserve staff talents of the future General Staff Department. They are trained according to the treatment and standards of civilian officers. Generally, they are only equipped with revolvers for self-defense in critical moments, but it is never recommended to participate in combat in person.

No mistake, read the content of the first issue of the book in the 6-9 book forum!

Ivan, holding the spear, shook his head and said, "No, this is the weapon left by the dead soldiers. Although political guidance is a civilian job, it is necessary to shoulder the responsibility of fighting side by side with the soldiers when necessary!"

After that, he walked towards the front trench without looking back and climbed back to the side of the soldiers who were lying in wait and shooting.

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"Their charging formation... collapsed." Harvey stood on the wall of the capital, looking at the tragic scene of the battlefield under his feet, and suddenly a faint pain surged in his heart-such a fearless knight, if he could be used to deal with the foreign enemies in the north in the future, how good it would be.

Then he shook his head gently to dispel this ridiculous idea. These church supporters deserved it. If he was the one who recovered and lost the battle, he would probably encounter more tragic slaughter and cleansing.

No matter what, someone will have to pay the price for this dispute that was provoked. War is indeed cruel... But this is not only a struggle for power, but also a struggle for belief and position. One side must pay the price of blood.

Of course, today's unprecedented battle between infantry and cavalry is also a crushing bloody killing performance carefully presented by Harvey for the dignitaries and people in the capital. I believe that after today... Everyone in the capital should know that -

Resisting the North will only lead to self-destruction, and only by completely submitting will there be a chance of survival.