Chapter 244 The Unlucky Guy

If the visible aerogel mist is spread all over the battlefield, you can see obvious ballistic trajectories interlaced like nails and anchors dropped from the sky.

The slightly curved trajectory from the bullet, the arc-shaped bullet from the longbow.

The arc of the trajectory connects the troops of both sides.

The wall made of earth and stone can indeed significantly resist the direct fire of small-caliber muskets, and the poor penetration of round lead bullets against thicker walls is also revealed at this moment.

Pointed bullets need to be equipped with rifling technology. Because of the imbalance of the center of gravity of the smoothbore pointed bullet, it will roll unstably like a blade rotating in the air after leaving the barrel, which greatly affects the range and lethality of the gun.

The role of rifling is to give the bullet the ability to stabilize its posture by relying on spin/rotational motion perpendicular to the flight line, so that the bullet can still maintain a predetermined direction after leaving the barrel.

The commanding sweep at a distance of 150 meters has little effect on these troops who have all entered the bunker. This is also closely related to the fact that the soldiers who fired for a long time in the pod were affected by the smoke, which caused the shooting accuracy to decline.

You cannot rely on the goodwill of others for your own development. Only interests can bring both parties to the negotiation table.

Their interests have entered a fundamental conflict state. No party will willingly cooperate to hand over the control of the sky island that may belong to them - resources are unlimited, but land is limited.

Either you shoot first, or he shoots at you.

There is no third choice.

That's all.

"All units stop shooting, rest, clean the gun chamber, and all airships land."

Chang Heng used the sniper rifle in his hand to shoot off a construct rune puppet that was still clumsily standing in place. The rotating bullet smashed its bright rune core to pieces. The puppet that lost its power supply and control structure stopped moving and lay on the ground without any life.

Since long-range strafing is no longer effective, why not force them out of the bunker?

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"They stopped attacking."

The elf hero used magic to heal the wound and stop the gushing blood, and pulled his lord to roll into the building pile beside him to avoid the opponent's precise killing.

If it weren't for the arrow deflection and shield runes on this armor, the bullet would not hit his right arm, but his right chest.

Yes, he has locked the target's position with his excellent dynamic vision, but his intuition as an elite shooter is warning him.

As long as he dares to show his head.

The next bullet will not miss.

"Please, make a decision quickly, hiss..."

"I..."

Hold the camp or stop the loss in time.

The moment his hero unit's right arm was broken made him more sober and began to think quickly.

He was a little arrogant, but that didn't mean he was stupid enough.

He knew very well that as long as he sent out his Griffin Regiment troops, he would go from the current long-distance engagement to a life-and-death battle that must be won.

It was because the mobile flying cavalry was so important that he had been hesitant about whether to use it.

Thirty griffin cavalrymen fighting for their lives should be able to exchange for one of the opponent's airships, or at least force it to land on the ground. They are melee units, and melee units mean that they may be hit by the rapid shooting of musketeers... no matter how you put it, it will definitely not be good.

Although the rune armor is high-end, it can't withstand multiple rounds of intensive hits.

Do you want to fight to the death with the opponent? Or as the generals under his command said, stop the loss in time.

Are they landing? If they enter a close battle within a hundred meters, the elf archers are no less powerful than the opponent's archers. In terms of numbers, we should have a comprehensive advantage... If we hold on to the dangerous position, we may have a chance of winning.

The firepower is fierce, but each airship has only three pods. The two round-looking things hanging at the back, maybe they are their engines? After all, he remembers that the things at the tail of the plane are engines.

It is also equally hard, and the arrows can only penetrate a little at most.

What a hard bastard.

He took a deep breath and decided to wait and see what the other side did before making a decision. If the other side really only had light infantry, it would not be impossible to defeat the other side by entering close combat.

Through the gap, he carefully observed the other side, watching the soldiers in gray clothes file out with the cover of the armored carrier that landed on the ground.

"Let the surviving elf guards hide and treat their own injuries..."

The two sides entered a strange halftime break. One side was bandaging its wounds, trying its best to repair the damaged rune armor and bandage the wounds; the other side was breathing fresh air. Although the smoke was not so toxic without carbon and sulfur, they were still choked by nitrate gunpowder in the pod. If they fought for a while longer, they might really lose people in non-combat.

The short break lasted until the airship rose again. The soldiers vowed to deliver the plan to improve the internal ventilation capacity of the airship to the Engineering College. Continuous firing in a semi-enclosed space was simply a matter of life and death.

Then six infantry support artillery positions were left, as well as the two engines at the tail of each airship...?

The Elf Lord watched as a soldier climbed over the top of the thing that looked like an engine and pulled something down, and the iron chain and iron rod that fixed the engine slipped and fell to the ground.

The hard lock must be released manually, and the territory's capabilities did not support their extremely convenient solution, where the driver could just move his hands and throw something down.

He soon realized that the thing was not an engine.

The whistling projectiles destroyed the bunkers. Although the 30mm small-caliber support artillery was not as powerful as the 100mm standard artillery, it was more than enough to destroy the stone and wooden walls.

That was not the most fatal thing.

The most fatal thing was that the engine, which looked like it was equipped with a pile of iron sheets for protection, began to move, spewing out a white smoke screen, which was much thicker and more powerful than the smoke screen produced by the infantry firing on the airship pod.

The heavy walker began to stretch its legs, blocking the front and moving slowly forward like a mobile bunker.

They were able to let the construct arrive with the transport troops.

Some infantry got on the pod again, and some infantry used the six-legged walkers on the ground to press forward as a cover.

"Ah... steam walker..."

The Elf Lord issued a difficult order for the entire army to retreat into the forest, with the mission of preserving the maximum military strength. Without the camp, their construction and maintenance capabilities had been greatly weakened.

The vitality was seriously damaged.

What a monster thing.

He stopped his hand from posting, but couldn't help but have a bad idea. Anyway, he had already been unlucky, so it would be unreasonable for others not to be unlucky.

Why is he so unlucky every time?

Everyone came to this sky island world, why can you develop in peace, but he is beaten by this thing with steam engine and musket, who is not sure whether it is a lord or a native.

He can't be the only one unlucky, he decided to stay as far away from this damn large sky island as possible.

As for others...

He looked at the steam mechanical spiders charging in the distance, they knocked down the rune constructs, raised their jointed legs and fell heavily.

They are much more flexible than the rune construct puppets.

Shattered.

The white death cloud swallowed the lizard slaves he left in the camp to block the opponent, and the musketeers following the steam machine raised their weapons to accurately cover and kill the target.

With the sniper who was looking down from above the airship and specializing in tracking and sniping hero units, he died as soon as he showed up.

He raised his middle finger and hid in the jungle.

This thing is definitely not made by humans.

"Ha, pioneering era."