The Game of Demon Hunter

"Three companies, move forward fifty meters!" On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, the fight between humans and green skins is being staged: "One! Two! One!"

The soldiers who had only been trained for half a year were still planing food in the farmland at this time last year, but now they became a member of the line infantry, standing on the front line against the northern green barbarians.

The officer wearing a black coat and lined with metal armor used his voice to command his soldiers, and moved forward with uniform steps.

They were wearing black standard military uniforms, and they looked like dark clouds passing through the snowy plain.

According to the infantry drill code compiled by the Loess District, what these aboriginal peasant soldiers do most every day is how to walk in a uniform pace and form a queue.

Each player who has passed the officer training will lead two hundred aboriginal soldiers to form a Dalian formation, and strictly execute tactical orders according to the chain of command on the battlefield.

This is also the smallest unit on the entire battlefield. In view of the power of gunpowder weapons, any unit with less than a hundred people cannot form a sufficient firepower density.

In the area of ​​the battlefield that can be seen so far, no less than a hundred Dalian companies are advancing, and their enemies are green skins that cannot be counted.

The white mist emitted by the activated black powder filled the battlefield, not only making it difficult for mortals to breathe, but also blocking their vision.

The player officer is not even sure whether the team he is commanding has moved to the correct position, are they walking in a straight line, and are they in a neat enough line?

"Get ready to shoot!" The player officer raised his command knife and shouted three times to ensure that the soldiers heard his order: "Raise the gun!"

Two hundred muskets were raised, and they were divided into front and rear rows. When the first row finished shooting, the second row would shoot after three breaths.

The line infantry in the loess area extravagantly used silk as the material of the combustible shell, integrating the gunpowder and the projectile into a whole, which greatly increased the fire speed of the musket, without worrying about the incomplete combustion of the shell that would block the barrel.

If these soldiers who have undergone half-year full-time training can perform their normal state, they can complete the loading within 20 seconds, thus forming a continuous wave of attacks.

But this is almost impossible to do on the battlefield, let alone a line soldier, even a player who is an officer cannot guarantee that he can play calmly on the battlefield.

In particular, most of these officers have only received reserve training, with mediocre grades and low scores.

The real elite troops, active military players, and even players with outstanding achievements in the reserves have all been transferred to other fronts.

The entire loess area is like a sea urchin with teeth and claws, attacking everywhere along the long border, igniting the flames of war.

"The army mage is ready!" The order of the senior officer came from the chain of command: "The wind rises!"

The player officer felt a breeze blowing from the back to the front, bringing fresh air, and the wind gradually increased, finally blowing away the thick white mist in front of him.

This time, both the officers and the line infantry saw five million chaotic enemies, green-skinned savages emitting a foul smell.

Although the ground between the two sides was full of corpses of green-skinned savages, the new enemy let out a excited roar indifferently: "Waaagh! Little Xiami, die!"

These green savages in simple leather armor were like savages. Some of them carried iron axes, while others walked onto the battlefield with thick tree trunks.

They are more like street gangsters than soldiers, but these green skins, millions of them go south every winter, attacking the northern border of the Song Empire.

Several generations of dynasties made great efforts to govern and repaired the great city wall stretching thousands of miles in the frontier. After hundreds of years, the blood of green skins and human beings covered and soaked this city wall.

These green savages are the nightmare of the northern people of the Song Empire. Once they break through a certain section of the city wall, there will be panic in most of the northern region.

They eat everything and grab everything. They are born to fight, and they have almost no other pursuits. They are either fighting or walking on the road to fighting all their lives.

Since the founding of the Song Empire, this was almost the first time that the army stepped out of the protection of the great city wall and faced the impact of the green-skinned barbarians.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" A series of gunshots sounded beside the player officer, but the distance of nearly 500 meters did not pose any threat to the green skins.

A few nervous soldiers violated the order and opened fire without permission.

"Stop shooting, wait for the order to fire!" The player officer's face was sweating, his heart beat faster, and his voice trembled a little. This game is real, and sometimes people forget the reality, but he still roared in a sharp tone : "Anyone who fires privately will be dealt with by the town government soldiers!"

The town government soldiers can be regarded as the political commissar of the low-profile version in the game. They are served by high-level players and deal with all violations of military discipline. When the battle situation enters a critical moment, they are also the strongest impact force.

The assault team composed of all extraordinary people is well-equipped, skilled in battle, and ignores casualties. It is a deterrent to both the enemy and the aborigines of one's own side.

The player officer saw that the green barbarians had no formation at all, and rushed over in a mess under the command of several big green barbarians.

His eyes narrowed into a line, constantly calculating the distance between the two sides, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, the strong and powerful muscles of the green skins and the overwhelming number, mixed with a suffocating smell, rushed towards his face Come.

The knees of the line infantry were trembling, but they did not dare to run away. Half a year of training let them know that there is still a chance of survival in the face of the enemy, and being a deserter is a dead end.

One hundred and fifty meters!

The player officer saw that the green-skinned savage had already crossed the death line. At this distance, the musket's hit was almost halfway: "Fire!"

Not only the third company he commanded, but the entire battle line was more than 15 kilometers long, and a line infantry team of more than 100,000 people was facing the attack of more than 300,000 green skins head-on!

The muskets sprayed deadly bullets, and the strong muscles were useless before the power of gunpowder, and were easily torn apart. Most greenskins could not resist such a force.

The row of green-skinned savages rushing to the front fell down in unison. Before the greenskins could recover and figure out how these little shrimps hurt themselves, the line infantry in the back row had already opened fire again.

Death spread among the greenskins, and this round of blows caused at least ten thousand casualties to the opponent.

However, this is a magical world after all, and the taller green-skinned boss is not at all afraid of the new toys of the human shrimps, and lead bullets can't even penetrate their muscles!

However, there are not only warring parties on the battlefield, the Chaos believers hidden in the dark are so excited that they twitch, and the corpses and blood all over the ground make it easier for them to communicate with the evil god.

Restless psionic energy gathered over the entire battlefield, and the lightning and distorted air made even the stupidest greenskin feel uneasy.

As Effilar said, the sea of ​​psychic energy is boiling, and the sense of existence of chaos is constantly increasing. War, death, conspiracy, plague, desire, these emotions are all strengthening the influence of evil gods on this world.

But there is no avoiding it.

Effilar thought that the restless scope of psionic energy was only in the Far South Colony, but she was wrong, the psionic energy of the whole world was boiling.

PS: I heard that I was sentenced to self-defense in the Kunshan Road hacking incident before, and I am very happy!