Stratholme God

  Chapter 1119 The Sword (2 more)

The only problem with    is that the number of players who can drive the mech is still too small.

   And players don’t necessarily like to drive tanks.

   Most of the tank soldiers of the Stratholme Army are still authentic Lordaeron.

   The Alliance troops who were not used to the Faceless maneuvers suffered a great loss.

   Often the Faceless dashes into the close-range blind spots of the tank. When they move faster than the turret rotation speed, the tank is a pot of vegetables.

   "Creak!" Another tank turret was forcibly torn open by a faceless man with tentacles and flew off. The tank crew members inside didn't even have a chance to escape, and were immediately killed by the tentacles inserted by the Faceless.

   Just the next second, the faceless man was sanctioned by a mecha version of the thermal battle axe that was slashed in the head.

   If it wasn't for Zaku's cover, with the tank division alone, most of them would have collapsed in a single encounter.

   With the appearance of the larger faceless, the 155mm howitzer gradually became unusable.

  Ai Xing's giant species, basically, the bigger the size, the higher the defense and vitality. Although the cannonballs can still bloom huge blood flowers on them, they can't be killed if they can't be beaten.

   When those Faceless Ones who were a head taller than Zaku came over, the overwhelming pressure still weakened many Alliance soldiers.

   "For the Alliance!"

   "For the Stratholme Empire!"

  Even if they retreated steadily, they retreated but did not collapse. The troops retreated in staggered cover, and they supported the arrival of reinforcements from McDonald's.

   McDonald's couldn't help feeling after seeing this scene on the flying battleship [The Sovereign]. After all, his own soldiers have been trained, and victory is not arrogant or discouraged.

   It is because of so many victories and trials that he has cultivated a steel-like soul.

   nodded lightly, and McDonald ordered: "[The Monarch], let's start!"

   "Yes!" The majestic red-haired ship girl bowed and saluted.

   Immediately, this fleet of more than 30 flying battleships began to slowly turn the cannon.

   In the snow-covered and rising Storm Cliffs, the land-based cannons became less useful.

[Gustav] Because it is too huge, the terrain in Vakilian in the south is too uneven, and a suitable installation site cannot be found. It is necessary to level the ground first and then install it, which makes this battle impossible. superior.

   Another heavy artillery, the Karl Mortar, was abandoned because the range was too short, only 4 kilometers, to cross the towering and continuous mountains.

   Flying battleships do not have this trouble.

The only problem with    is that the guns go from high to low, making the cannon gauge a bit unreliable.

   Everything can only be adjusted by the ship girl.

   Compared with the 'soft' 155mm howitzers, the 400mm or more cannons that are generally installed on these battleships are a horror.

  Mike, who is not satisfied with using traditional gunpowder, is playing a fantasy version of gunpowder, fire element and sacred rune three-in-one for the ship girl.

After the    huge shock was transmitted to the whole ship in turn, the faceless army on the opposite side was immediately involved in the raging wave of destruction.

The attack range of the   406mm enhanced shell is too wide. The moment it hits, the golden-red shock wave explodes in the midst of the monsters.

   The exaggerated shock wave looks like a small mushroom egg. In the swaying smoke, the shock wave emits a bright and bright light.

   The faceless man who came into contact with the shock wave instantly disintegrated. After a short and violent shock, the blown body parts bloomed like fireworks with terrifying explosions and dazzling firelight.

The six-story-high behemoth was blown away like a paper man under the impact of the explosion beyond their imagination, and then slammed into the mountain wall covered by ten thousand years of ice. come out.

   These monsters without a leader template are in bad luck. They were rushing towards the mortals who resisted the rule of their true god, Yogg-Saron, and vowed to send the rebels to the ground.

   Apparently they went down before the Alliance soldiers—whether they wanted to or not.

   Where the main gun of the flying air battleship pointed, a piece of flesh and blood flew.

   A blast is half an hour of uninterrupted shelling, until looking down from a high altitude, there is no longer an ordinary faceless person who can jump.

   "This..." Looking at the small group of faceless people below who didn't die no matter how bombed, the [Sovereign] ship girl frowned.

   "Forget it, let my people handle it."

   Looking at the large faceless man five or six stories tall, McDonald's was not surprised.

   At the end of the horizon, these larger monsters release a shadow shield-like thing. The abundant shadow energy forms a spherical shield, which fully absorbs and counteracts the fire element and divine power generated by the explosion of the cannonball.

  The faceless person has a general, and naturally his subordinates have something similar to a thousand captains.

   These are obviously powerful faceless ones of the rare elite level, and it is not uncommon for them to be bombarded without death.

   Since shelling doesn't work, it means that normal ranged attacks are useless.

   At this time, a group of special Zhagu appeared.

   These Zakus are carrying a brand new weapon made of Titan iron mixed with some Sapphiron iron ingots.

  In the long history of human beings on earth, soldiers have played super long spears that are much taller than their height, some people like to call them dragon spears. The most famous is the Macedonian phalanx.

   So, Zaku, who is 16 meters to 18 meters in height, plays a 40-meter long knife, very 'beaver', right?

right! This is the [Scuter Sword] that the sand sculptures are thinking of!

   In this batch of Zaku, there is a big man hidden, he is the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin. He wanted to know at close range how his own driver couldn't compare to the Trident.

  【Monk Drunk Injury】Obviously he drank too much. He controlled the mecha with a long sword and shouted with a loudspeaker: "The trash on the opposite side! Don't say that the master didn't warn you, run away while the master is in a good mood."

   Another [Nanjing Penguin] on Zakushang echoed: "Yes, yes, we will let you 39 meters first."

  Unfortunately, the Faceless cannot understand the common language of mankind. These rare elites screamed and killed them.

  【Monk Drinking Injury】 Taking a sip of Maotai from a portable wine bottle, he felt as if his whole body was on fire.

   His Zaku suddenly opened the jetpack, and with a 'bang', the huge humanoid mecha jumped fifty meters high.

  Zaku borrowed the power of rising and made three big rounds in mid-air.

  The 40-meter ship-killing knife in the shape of Guan Dao turns three times like a spinning top, and uses the direction of the jetpack to change, creating a huge inertia and pulling out a dazzling knife light.

  Finally, he was cut down with one blow.

   Under the feet of the rare elite of the faceless, the ice surface sags down to a depth of five or six meters.

   The Faceless One above?

  Hehe, the floor is torn apart, will the faceless above be okay?

   Stir-fried squid banquet is arranged!

   Even ordinary trident pilots have this skill, and Gelbin was stunned.

   "This is mecha fighting?"

   (end of this chapter)