Chapter 337 Supply Attack

Attacks on supply troops are the only way for local civilizations to achieve a relatively good casualty ratio.

But they also suffer heavy casualties every time.

When the local civilization took out the magic rifle for the first time, the members of the supply escort troops fell into a state of confusion. They did not understand why the white troops on the opposite side could pick up the same weapons as the advance team.

Even though they were in a panic and were half a beat slower than their opponents in the first round of firing, they still reacted to the roar of the supervisor who reacted.

"Fire! Free fire!"

In terms of shooting accuracy, the supply escort troops of the advance team had the upper hand. The local soldiers who had only received basic firing training were far inferior to the line infantry of the advance team in shooting literacy.

But relying on the natural protective facility of the jungle to attack the supply troops, they did not lose out in the shooting.

There was no more infantry charge, but two teams of infantry holding magic rifles poured deadly ammunition in their hands towards the enemy with their weapons in their hands.

Go around and attack the supply line.

This can only be done when the advance team has reduced its forces. Because of Ji Lin, the advance team has reduced its support and escort for the supply troops.

Ji Lin rarely attacks the supply troops. Attacking the supply troops will expose his own position and reveal to the advance team when and where he appeared.

When the opponent realizes that there is only one troop, he will directly order the advance team to attack when he attacks the supply.

Ji Lin will definitely not have time to rush over to support the defense of the local civilization. He can only watch the local civilization's line being penetrated.

It only takes six hours, four hours to complete the movement, and the remaining two hours are used to penetrate the defense line of the local civilization.

His troops are too scarce.

So scarce that he can only execute one strategic goal at the same time.

He can only maintain deterrence with his few troops. Generally speaking, this deterrence has successfully delayed the pace of the opponent's attack.

The local civilization blocking points in the south and north can survive until now and continue to strengthen their camps.

Fire rained down like a stream, leaving orange-red burning marks in the air. Special fire spells broke when they hit the target or reached the limit of the constraint.

It turned into a small-scale firework.

The flames ignited the wood and carbonized the organic matter it touched with high temperature.

The siege heavy crossbows took the lives of the armored trolls one after another. The rune armor on them could only provide them with protection against small projectiles. When facing heavy arrows...

They were still flesh and blood.

But flesh and blood could also withstand the enemy's magic rifles and move forward with their clumsy bodies.

The forest was flashing with silver-white light, and the guards of the supply troops opened their eyes wide.

Dozens of lightly armored cavalrymen holding heavy lances stood in the forest, using their four-meter heavy lances to form a line of defense against the trolls' charge.

"Why do they still have cavalry? Haven't they killed them all in the previous battle?"

The line infantry could hear the roar of the war supervisor filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and a hint of fear hidden in his words.

"Let the infantry bypass, why let the cavalry and siege weapons penetrate the defense line together."

He lay on the ground, trying his best to avoid the rain of fire from the sky, gritted his teeth and loaded the bullets.

There are no shelters, no fortifications.

It is extremely dangerous to shoot at the enemy in the open area. If the war wizard had not reacted in time to build a wall of earth for them, the enemy would have concentrated most of its firepower on the armored trolls like a novice.

The lethality of the magic rifle to the armored troll is hard to describe. As long as it does not hit its head, the damage it can cause is minimal.

But humans are different. If the line infantry is hit by a shot, the fireball shot by the standard magic rifle can directly hit a large area of ​​nearby flesh and blood, including the clothes.

The rare smell of burnt flesh and blood, the overheated high temperature will directly complete the carbonization work, and the foul smell will be revealed.

There would be more soldiers falling under the fireballs fired by the magic rifles.

"Fire, don't lie on the ground, fire back immediately!"

The line infantry heard the war supervisor roaring, and he asked the line infantry to raise their guns and suppress the cavalrymen who raised their lances in the jungle.

He crouched and slowly moved towards the nearest earth wall, thinking that it would be great if there was an arcane focus generator with him.

In that case, even if the enemy hid in the woods, the heat beam would be enough to completely clear the woods protected by the enemy.

The earth wall was used for the supply wagons, and the rocks and soil rising from the ground on both sides served as barriers to protect the convoy. They were consumables, and the line infantry had no value in letting the war wizard create protection for them.

The few silver-white lusters in the distance shook, and the long spears with patterned light in their hands hung down, aiming directly at the trolls on the charge.

No one could suppress these cavalrymen, and sporadic flames fell on them, and were quickly neutralized by the rune armor engraved with corresponding protective spells.

Compared to the cavalry, which posed a huge threat to the trolls, the line infantry concentrated their firepower on suppressing the enemy's magic rifle fire. The flames that fell on the forest that had already begun to dry up in autumn could ignite the entire tree... and then the entire forest.

The heavy hammer fell, and the cavalry was knocked away and smashed.

The remaining cavalry roared and roared, facing the troll's swinging hammer.

More lances turned into a forest of lances. With the power of the two sides charging, the deadly kinetic energy was focused on the lance tip to penetrate the troll's body. The armor protection of the troll was like thin paper in front of the heavy lance thrust. The nearly four-meter-long lance spanned and pierced the enemy's body like an anchor.

Pierce, tear, and die.

Two lancers against an armored troll, a battle between lance and hammer.

The lancers were not superior in number, but they knew very well that this was the best solution they could get - the lancers in the past did not even have the opportunity to see the enemy, and the arcane focus generator that swept without dead angles was the greatest malice to the cavalry.

The rain of fire passed over their heads, and the ranged infantry of both sides avoided the cavalry and monster infantry fighting in front of them, and turned to suppress the enemy's ranged firepower.

There was no fire, no magic.

The front line of the encounter was still a collision of flesh and blood.

One side wielded a heavy lance used to fight monsters, and the other side raised a blunt weapon that existed to fight infantry.