Seventy-One They Are Too Weak

"Prepare to fight!..." Facing ten times and a hundred times the enemy, the battalion commander of Ailan Hill was not intimidated at all. Instead, he was full of anticipation for victory.

The soldiers under his command had formed three queues, standing in front of countless other soldiers. They didn't retreat, not even a little flustered. They just mechanically checked the weapons in their hands, preparing to give the enemy a great gift in a while.

"1000 meters! The enemy is approaching! Prepare to fight!" This is the first time the battalion commander has independently commanded a battle. He wants to prove himself and win the victory in front of him.

All the soldiers raised their weapons in front of the crowd like mountains and seas in front of them. They calmly put the bullets into the gun chambers, and then used the sights on the guns to suppress the distant targets. This time, they were on a defensive mission. So they chose to fire from farther away.

When the opponent was still about 500 meters away from him, the battalion commander decisively gave the order to fire - he did not dare to put the opponent too close, lest his disadvantage in numbers be used by the opponent.

"Bah!" A gunshot rang out, and the army of the Arrant Empire on the opposite side fell down dozens of soldiers at once. With the gunshots of the row of rifles, Zorn, the commander of Arrant on horseback, widened his eyes.

Like Arant Lombak, who had seen the rifle for the first time, he was stunned by the terrible sight in front of him: the opponent could fire at such a distance and knock his own soldiers to the ground.

If it weren't for the giant dragons of the Holy Demon Empire behind him, if it weren't for this war affecting Arante's life and death, if it weren't for the fact that there were few Alan Hill soldiers on the opposite side, Zon would really have to turn his horse's head. Ordered to retreat.

"This! This turned out to be true!" Looking at the small Alan Hill infantry phalanx in the distance like a small reef in front of the sea, Zorn thought for the first time that he might lose the war.

It seemed that he was giving the best explanation to his fears. Inside Ellen Hill's phalanx, there were once again dense gunshots. After the gunshots, the army of the Arlantean Empire fell hundreds of soldiers.

Every shot of the other side would be accompanied by almost the same number of soldiers from the Arlantean Empire falling. More Arrant Empire soldiers fell on the way to attack.

Along the way, the opponent has fired 15 salvos, each time hundreds of infantry fell, and the number of soldiers who have been killed is about 2,000. The fact that so many troops were lost outside the range of the bow and arrow made General Zorn shudder.

The other party looks like there are only more than 500 soldiers! There are also some soldiers who seem to be commanders, who have not made any offensive moves so far. The other party just stood there, shouting out a password, and then let those terrifying short sticks spew deadly white smoke.

"Bah!" At a distance of about 270 meters, the grenadiers of Alan Hill opened fire again, and their fire seemed to make General Zorn hysterical. In Zorn's view, the other's consecutive gunshots frightened him even more than the life-threatening spell.

"Press it! Let the three 10,000-strong teams at the back press it! Press me! They only have 500 people! Tens of thousands of troops can't win against 500 people. What will we do in the future? Ah? What should we do?" Zon, who changed his tune, loudly gave the order to continue the attack.

Under his orders, more Arlantean troops began to creep forward slowly, and the undulating sound of the horns represented the determination of the most powerful Arlantean army in the Mortal Empire.

Knight Commander Eldor, who remained silent among the crowd, remained silent. He looked at the 500 Alan Hill troops who were constantly causing trouble for the Arrant Empire army.

He seemed to be looking at his prey.

"I haven't seen such a powerful mortal army for a long time... Their weapons are very powerful. Our dragons may not be able to withstand the attacks of such weapons." After watching for about a few minutes, the name The knight commander spoke to his companion.

"I suggest to launch an attack immediately and let the dragon destroy this army. They are sticking here now, and there must be reinforcements behind... If they are reunited, it may be more difficult." A dragon knight from the Holy Demon Empire pressed a long Sword, suggested to his superior.

"You're right!" Ildo nodded and agreed with his subordinates: "Go! Bring me the victory! All the dragon knights in your squad are dispatched! Be careful, don't make trouble."

"Yes! Lord Knight Chief!" Nodding lightly, the knight slowly retreated back down the hillside. And in the distant place, the dense gunshots are still beating everyone's heart.

"Bah!" After knocking out 5 bullets in his bomb bay again, an Alan Hill grenadier retreated behind his comrade-in-arms and calmly loaded his rifle with new bullets. He still has plenty of spare ammo in his ammo pack, thanks to the ever-increasing ammo production.

In the process of loading the bullet, in front of him, the soldier who was ready to shoot pulled the trigger and fired a bullet that had been prepared for a long time. The bullet flew over a distance of about 260 meters and hit a soldier of the Arrant Empire who had just walked here.

There was no time to appreciate his victory at all. The Alan Hill grenadier pulled the bolt and let the shell fall under his feet, hitting the shell that was already on the ground, making a clanging sound. He continued aiming, pulling the trigger at the target directly in front of him.

From the beginning of the war to the present, they have killed about 3,000 soldiers of the Arrant Empire, but on their own side, it seems that not even a single wounded appeared - just like the usual defeat, the enemy is really too weak and too weak.

What is the use of many people? The war has long since changed beyond recognition, and now many people do not necessarily mean strength and victory. Now, whoever controls the future of this world, who represents the most powerful productivity, and who is the closest to victory!

"You guys are too weak!" He muttered in his mouth as he fired a third shot, causing another hapless guy on the opposite side to fall down while clutching his chest. Arrant's war drums rumbled loudly, but Arrant's soldiers hadn't advanced a step since just now.

"Yeah! Arrant's soldiers are too weak!" The soldier who was ready to take over his comrade at any time nodded in approval and said, "I'm ready!"

Then, in the next second, on the opposite reverse slope, behind those distant hills, a huge shadow suddenly rose into the air. All Alan Hill's soldiers stopped shooting, their eyes widened, and they let out a harsh roar as they watched the black shadow rise into the sky.

"Roar!" With a trembling whistle, another black shadow rose from the reverse slope. Then there are the third and fourth, these shadows are probably thousands of meters away, so the soldiers of Alan Hill can easily see those huge figures hovering and soaring in the sky.

"It's a dragon! It's a giant dragon!" a soldier shouted in a trembling voice, he felt his calf keep shaking, and even holding the rifle, his originally firm and powerful hand could not stop shaking now. .

"The Magic Empire is here!" The battalion commander held his long sword and looked up at the figures hovering in the distance in the sky. The expression on his face was already indescribably wonderful. It seemed a pity that he knew he might not see victory today.

"Continue to fight!" The first company commander who came back to his senses drew a pistol from his waist and cheered his subordinates loudly: "Long live Your Majesty Chris! Long live Alan Hill!"

"Iran Hill will win!" All the soldiers began to shoot, reaping the lives of those soldiers of the Arlantean Empire 200 meters away who took the opportunity to shorten the distance between the two sides. After another round of intensive gunfire, the human wall of the Arrant Empire was knocked down again.

"Huh!" However, above the sky, a giant dragon flapped its wings, rushed down the clouds, and opened its bloody mouth at Alan Hill's phalanx. The Alan Hill soldiers in the back row also instinctively raised their weapons against the sky, ready to fight to the death.

"Huh!" Before he could rush to the front, a flame erupted from the huge mouth of the dragon's blood basin, like a giant flamethrower, forming a huge flame in the sky. This group of flames continued to descend, and it was like a falling meteorite that slammed into the phalanx of Alan Hill.

"Bah!" The Alan Hill soldier, who had seen the flames above his head, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger in the air in desperation. Because of the sunlight and the occlusion of the fireball, they couldn't see their target and could only fire in a hurry.

The next second, the flame smashed into the crowd, and dozens of Ailan Hill's soldiers screamed and struggled in the sea of ​​​​fire, and then turned into shattered black charcoal, breaking and collapsing in the flames.

"Help!" After all, Ailan Hill's soldiers are also flesh and blood. Their achievements along the way are all achieved by advanced weapons. In terms of courage and perseverance, they are no better than the opposite Arlant. How strong are the imperial soldiers.

So, when a true test of blood and fire came, the soldiers of Elan Hill also fell apart. They saw their companions turn to ashes and char, ignited and twisted by the flames and finally died, as disorganized as the soldiers of the Arrant Empire.

"Keep firing! Keep firing!" The battalion commander stood in his command position, holding the pistol and pulling the trigger against the sky. His distance was too far, and the bullet couldn't injure the dragon that was 100 meters away, so when he fired up the bullets in the pistol, he still didn't create any miracle of slaughtering the dragon.