"The whole army is in position and put up spears!"


    When the Azores rushed over the last Golden Lion Flag on a black background, Carl Colin, who was tight all over, roared without hesitation.


    At the moment when the voice fell, the shooters on both sides slightly flustered and put the "jiaoguang spear" in their hands on the shield of the soldiers in front like a commander.


    As a standard demon hunter, Carl Colin''s military resume is not very excellent, and he has never served as a commander. On the contrary, he has rich experience in individual combat and breakthrough.


    So he knew very well that Lord Loren appointed himself the commander-in-chief of the "shooting army" not because he liked his hidden commander-in-chief talent, nor because of some unspeakable "personality charm".


    "150 meters, turn on the launcher!"


    "Shooter, load!"


    Compared with the slightly trembling shooters, the shield players who hold up the Zheng shield and squat on the ground are very calm - most of them are from the unsuccessful demon hunters, and a small number are selected by Dalton kand from the night watchers who can confirm their loyalty.


    Grass roots officers, guards, shooters and supervisors... These people are the key to ensure the normal operation of the whole shooting army.


    So Lord Loren appointed himself only because he was loyal enough, could execute any orders without scruples, and was calm enough... Calm enough to execute his orders in an orderly manner before he died.


    Staring at the first Elf Warrior rushing towards him, relying on Carl Colin with many years of experience, he constantly calculates the distance between each other.


    One hundred and two, one hundred and one... Eight, seven, six


    "100 meters, fire!"


    At the moment of roaring, Carl Colin, who did not hesitate to press the firing device, could vaguely feel that the weapon in his hand used himself to trigger a low-level magic spell - although it was weak to the level of firefly spell, he did feel it.


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    Accompanied by a neat thunder, dazzling white light flashed past the belligerents.


    At the same time, the Azores Elven army charged opposite was shocked, and the momentum of the charge was immediately interrupted - a whole row of Elven warriors almost fell in front of the long and narrow queue.


    The shocked Anson was shocked to see this scene.


    Loren Turin... The Wizards of the Empire have actually completed the combination of high-level magic spells and alchemy, and achieved miniaturization?!


    "Attack, attack! Attack! Don''t stop!" Anson, who wanted to break his teeth, roared: "rush over and crush them! Use their blood to witness the courage of the Elven warrior..."


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    Short to only a blink of an eye, the neat thunderous sound flashed by again.


    "Dang! Dang -- Dang!"


    Three sparks flickered. The blindfolded elf girl who rushed to Anson at some time had already waved three knives and bounced off all the incoming beams in the blink of an eye.


    "Elder sister?!"


    "Continue to command, Anson - leave the rest to me!"


    "I see!"


    Almost at the moment when the voice fell, another loud noise rose into the sky... This time, it was at the feet of the Elven warriors.


    "Boom, boom, boom, boom!"


    The golden red column of light rose into the sky, and a long line of fire divided the battlefield in two.


    "Alchemy bomb?!"


    Staring at the towering fire, the stunned Archduke of El mans blurted out: "Loren Turin... He buried an alchemical bomb that could be triggered in the ditch in front of the position


    "You don''t need a bunch of alchemy bombs that can be triggered. You just need to bury it under a shallow pile of soil, and then fill it with asphalt and igniter."


    Archduke Arles brightened his eyes: "smart approach - since the new army should focus on projection weapons, it should naturally keep the enemy away as much as possible. I guess Duke Bain should have a similar trap on both wings of his military line."


    "Force the enemy to be inaccessible, but that''s not enough; because your enemy is a group of ELF warriors who have magic and are not afraid of death!"


    At the moment of the explosion, a light wall blocked the surging flames like the tide - the pure silver light under the Obsidian sun, like a glass plate scattered.


    Under the reflection of fire, the elf boy with open arms was sweating and panting; Behind him was the elf warrior who had just survived the explosion and had not immediately recovered from the panic.


    "I''m the assistant of the imperial court... ''tracing light'' wizard Anson ZAD; Loren Turin... No matter what kind of monster you are..."


    "No... no! Little! Look! I --!"


    At the moment of the roar, the silver light turned into a long gun in his right hand and stabbed into the sea of fire.


    "Bang --!!"


    With a flash of silver light, it burst a gap in the burning sea of fire.


    "Elder sister --!"


    At the moment of the cry, the blindfolded elf girl wielding the ancient knife was the first to rush into the sea of fire and rush to the battle line of Bain Legion.


    With the roar, scream and roar, the Elven warriors who had long abandoned the hope of living also raised their long knives and plunged into the sea of fire.


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    Almost as the Elven warriors burst into the fire, there was a neat roar of thunder on the battle line of Byrne''s legion.


    As the enemy approached, the firing speed and power of Byrne''s Legion not only did not decline, but also increased.


    In addition to the blindfolded elf girls, and a few elf warriors forcibly parry and bounce off the oncoming light beam, the elf warriors who rushed across the sea of fire were hit one after another - either fell into the burning ditch, ignited by the sea of fire behind them, or penetrated their limbs and chest by the light beam


    Screams, one after another.


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    The uniform roar sounded again, and a whole row of Elven warriors fell down.


    In the burning battlefield, the thunderous noise is like the roar of death waving a sickle. Every moment, dozens of hundreds of ELF warriors fall silently.


    A passing beam of light;


    A burning flame;


    A silent fallen body;


    A desperate warrior;


    And


    With his eyes wide and his ears constantly echoed with screams, Anson ZAD, who shouted and roared, slowly raised his eyes like a prisoner who suddenly woke up in hell.


    Five meteor like beams of light swooped down from the air and rushed at them.


    Boom————————


    The moment the explosion sounded, the dazzling white light from the sky covered the whole battlefield again.


    "Column, change row!"


    With the orderly command of the officers, the shooters standing in the front line raised their perforating and smoking bright spears from the shields, retreated from the gap between the shields to the second row as fast as possible, and the soldiers in the back row immediately came forward to fill the vacancies... Especially some vacancies where there are no living people.


    In just a few rounds of volley, the newly born shooting army has already appeared on the death list before the enemy is close; There are many reasons - unstable void force, irregular operation in panic, failure of firing device... The results are surprisingly consistent.


    Explosion, then death, the survival rate is almost zero... This "new weapon" is very efficient in killing the enemy and suicide.


    As he rubbed his aching shoulder hit back and forth by the wooden support, Carl Colin couldn''t help thinking.


    But... It''s all worth it.


    It doesn''t need laborious loading, too long practice, or even little strength - as long as you follow the command to complete the shooting, you can easily kill the enemy.


    No matter how good a strong crossbow or Archer is, his physical strength has been exhausted after shooting ten arrows rapidly, and his "bright spear"... If he doesn''t fight his shoulders, Carl Colin feels that he won''t feel tired even if he fights all day.


    When he saw the Elven warriors falling in the sea of fire and a round of volley, the demon hunter couldn''t help thinking of Loren''s words.


    "... one day, we can let the soldiers hold these weapons in their hands, stand 300 steps away and instantly launch dozens of hundreds of crossbows and arrows that can pierce the armor..."


    "... this weapon will eventually turn swords into dispensable things, exquisite armor into ornaments, and all wars into a cruel competition to see who kills each other faster three hundred steps away..."


    "... crumple the glory into waste paper, make the war rigid and rigid, and turn the courage of all soldiers into jokes 300 steps away; calm killing will replace bloody hand to hand combat..."


    "... finally destroy all beautiful fantasies and decorations, and let the war reveal its most real and cruel appearance." Carl Colin murmured, with a special brilliance in his eyes.


    Is that the future that the Duke wants to create? It sounds so cruel.


    But if so


    Then let me... Be the first to open it!


    "Blow in the bugle!"


    Carl Colin suddenly turned his head and looked at the herald behind him: "tell them there''s no need to keep any more reserves. Order the rear line to spread out to the two wings and light the camp fire in the trench; surround the enemy and gather fire!"


    "Yes!" the herald nodded fiercely, then looked tentatively at the Demon Hunter: "so... If you want to expand the formation, how many rows do you think are more suitable?"


    "How many rows are appropriate?"


    Carl Colin turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him, and then looked at the Azores elves warriors who were desperately rushing towards the front array in the sea of fire. In order to intercept them, the shield men in the front row had already picked up their spears and Zheng shields and formed a square array to intercept them.


    Yes, if the front is too thin, it is possible to break through, then


    "Two rows... No." before he finished, Carl Colin shook his head:


    "Let''s form three rows."


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    With the continuous and unconscious volley and the flames of explosion in the trench, the Byrne Legion... Or the shooting army began to expand the array. The nine rows of array, which was not too thick, became three rows, lit the trenches on both wings, and completed the final siege of the Azores.


    The expressions of the two Archduke and Brandon behind the battlefield were tense and focused at the same time - start the front, which means that we should enter all reserve forces and start a decisive battle against the enemy!


    However, the next second, the soldiers of the shooting army who lit the campfire still calmly straightened out the front on the battlefield, formed a narrow three row array, set up a bright spear, and filled, aimed and fired.


    In addition to changing the formation from a horizontal array to a trapezoid on both sides, the way of fighting has not changed - monotonous to invariable, and even slightly rogue. It seems that we have found a way to restrain the enemy, so we keep using it until we completely grind the enemy to death.


    The roar and neat sound of the attack even makes people feel numb.


    But the shrill scream on the battlefield and the rows of fallen Elven warriors made them hold their breath.


    "Bang --- --- ---!!"


    It was this simple, boring, mechanical and numb way of fighting that made the Azores elves warriors unable to enter, struggling in the sea of fire, and the brave warriors fell down in pieces; No matter how they tried to break through, they could not cross the sea of fire and threaten the bain Legion behind the trench.


    This is no longer an epic battle praised in poetry. It is a slaughter like killing pigs and sheep.


    The light beam running through the body, the gushing blood arrows, the burning warriors crawling in the sea of fire or scorched earth, and the long knives scattered on the ground


    Brandon''s bright red pupil reflected an elf warrior with exquisite Sabre skills. He almost bounced all the light beams fired at him with his long knife. By virtue of the warrior''s way that seemed to control the fire, he led his comrades in arms to break through the sea of fire, approached within 20 meters of Byrne''s Legion for the first time, and then


    By the meteors falling from the sky, there is no residue left.


    On the other side of the sea of fire, the silver wielding Anson ZAD is still fighting tenaciously, but his eyes can see that he is at the end of a powerful crossbow - he could have blocked the light of the flame, and it was very difficult to protect himself in just a quarter of an hour.


    If it hadn''t been for the fairy girl who kept bouncing the light beam in front of him, he would have been beaten into a sieve.


    On the bloody battlefield, Anson ZAD organized the charge team again and again, and was defeated again and again by the volley from three directions at the same time; In the continuous loud noise, the warriors no longer dare to organize a close formation, because in doing so, they can only become a live target in front of Byrne''s legion.


    Once, twice, three times... The Elven warriors of the wail fell in the sea of fire and bones and rushed on the only way to charge.


    A loud noise after another tore their flesh and blood mercilessly, hit the long knife in their hands, and crushed their glory and pride.


    There was no chance of resistance, because the enemy was a hundred meters away;


    There was no chance to get close. The volley in three directions and the trenches several meters wide and burning fire in front of them blocked the way of most warriors;


    There was no chance of escape. The whole highland battlefield was surrounded on all sides, and boy''s Hussars were waiting for them on the periphery.


    "It''s over."


    The calm Brandon said faintly, but the corners of his mouth were involuntarily excited:


    "It''s over."