Chapter 390: Cleaning up the Battlefield (4k) (1/2)

Chapter 390: Cleaning up the battlefield (4k)

The heat ray is charged, and the rain of bullets arrives.

The 75mm artillery using special shotgun pellets is pouring iron-gray bullet rain on the ground at an extremely fast speed of two rounds per minute.

It is faster than the arcane focuser and has a longer attack range.

The ship-borne weapons opened the armored hatch for protection and adjusted the muzzle at an altitude of 100 meters, launching a dense barrage of suppressive strikes on the ground.

There is no steel ball manufacturing method in later generations. The territory’s gun barrels use ordinary irregular lead bullets that are simply processed and put into paper packaging - low cost and sufficient production.

As a shotgun charge that relies on a large number of small particles to release damage, as long as enough gunpowder/explosives are added, these finger-sized metal particles can be turned into a rain of death.

The supersonic lead bullets and fragments turned the enemies on the route into corpses.

The high-speed moving metal projectile cannot be captured by the naked eye, and after a few seconds, it will cause heavy damage to units without any armor.

Artillery, shotgun, the real weapon to put an end to line infantry.

A shotgun that can fire quickly can clear a line infantry marching in formation within a few minutes at a distance of more than 300 meters.

Finally, the era of line infantry was completely ended, and the war was elevated to a more bloody level.

The god of war, artillery.

It's just that today's muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons are still a long way from the breech-loading cannons of World War I, but this does not hinder the lethality of artillery.

Since Napoleon, those simple artillery have completely changed the pattern and form of war.

The lead rain created by artillery is a harsh war environment that every line infantry has to experience.

Twelve 75mm artillery move and shoot to complete their work of ground fire suppression.

Ten rounds in a round, whether to switch the type of bullet or continue firing after the shooting is completed.

"Ten rounds of rapid fire completed, waiting for instructions!"

The company commander looked at the building that was almost unscathed under the rain of bullets, and then looked at the monster corpses lying on the ground exposed in the open environment.

"Stop firing, check the damage to the barrel, and clean the barrel."

After the company commander gave the order to stop firing, he took out a new notebook and held it in his hand, recording the damage caused by the shotgun to the ground... Because the observation was difficult, the final inspection still required the ship-borne troops to land and perform an autopsy on the target.

"The fleet descended and approached, and the shooter troops can fire freely."

Ji Lin did not have the opportunity to find other lords to test his current firepower level. The work of testing weapons finally fell on the monsters.

The system provides the lords with a sufficient number of weapons and battlefield test sites.

Of course, without the assistance of the construct, the territory's cleaning troops would not take the initiative to land and put themselves in the street battle.

Compared with the aircraft unit, the airships are more like artillery platforms moving in the air...it should be called gunships.

Gunships carrying a large number of riflemen who can move and shoot can clear the exposed enemies on the ground with the highest efficiency.

Ji Lin asked them not to include this kind of battle in the file to avoid reducing their own combat effectiveness, and asked every soldier to maintain the highest degree of vigilance and discipline even in the face of this low-intensity bullying battle.

After confirming that there were no enemy long-range strike units within visual range, the six cruisers began to adjust their course to quickly release their ship-borne firepower around this small camp.

The plasma beams generated by the tips of the four arcane focusing generators rotated, sweeping over the piles of firewood and hay to raise flames. The arcane light streams that could be projected at high temperatures in the sky became the best weapon for the fleet to finish.

The company commander looked at the fire on the ground that had risen without them landing or the infantry taking risks, and asked the escort ships to leave the fire site and start shooting around the wall.

This was still a battle without any suspense.

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"Hmm..."

The squad leader kicked the jackal corpse beside him and thrust the bayonet into its heart to confirm its complete death.

The soldiers walked through the ruins with rifles in hand.

"I didn't expect this creature that is almost like a human...it really smells a bit."

The charred fur was wrapped in the smell of carbonized matter, surging and rising in the air and drilling into the nose, making people sick, but after this smell of incineration and fusion, there was a little aroma of barbecue.

"No way, squad leader, we have to collect the bodies if we are drawn by lot."

Your luck is too bad. Only three squads of six airships were drawn to work, and one of them was a special reconnaissance squad composed of sub-humans.

The precision shooter shrugged and looked at the big goblin with a green big nose and pointed ears lying on the ground, and the jackal with a dog face and brownish brown.

The ground was scattered with various steel knives and short swords

No matter what they were, they had now become corpses lying on the ground, no longer alive.

"Seriously, can these things really pose a threat to our territory?"

Even the old farmers in the field can kill several of them with a hoe.

The infantrymen on the side used the bayonets on their rifles to finish off the monsters on the ground, whether dead or not. The bayonets on the muzzles turned the rifles into small spears.

Not as useful as real spears, but still very effective in combat, and can also be used to deal with some emergency situations

The precision shooter watched the soldier next to him pierce a big goblin that was not yet dead with a spear. It wanted to raise the spear in its hand to attack him.

But now he is dead.

"These guys are a big threat to small villages when they gather in groups. I think the lord doesn't want to see other attrition in the territory."

The demihumans from another world twitched the tips of their ears in protest at the slight on the precision shooter.

"They have very strong reproductive capabilities. A jackal can often give birth to ten pups a year...these offspring are not very intelligent, but they can often develop combat effectiveness very quickly."

Precision marksmen set their sights on the demi-humans accompanying the army. Formerly adventurers, they are said to be experts in fighting various monsters.

The surrounding houses were almost burned down, and these wolf-veined demi-humans who liked to move on the roofs of houses could only walk on the ground obediently like the gray-clothed soldiers around them.

"Our mission is to clear a vacuum barrier area within a fifty-kilometer radius of our territory. Well, after the company commander reports, he will take us to a distance of one hundred kilometers."

The precision shooter shrugged and pointed his gun at the three-meter-high corpse lying on the ground not far away. This huge guy was quite different from the gnoll soldiers they killed in terms of bones and size.

Jackals, who are slightly shorter than humans, can turn themselves into three-meter-tall monster infantry through time and food, grow bone claws that can tear apart wooden boards, and use extremely amazing flexibility to impact the front line and fight against the enemy's attacks. Monster infantry/constructs - even Behemoth units.

But they are also gnolls.

Closer to beast than human.

beast.

The precision marksman is not responsible for finishing wounds. If the rifle wrapped with a cloth strip in his hand is stained with blood, it will be too difficult to clean. He only needs to watch other soldiers point their bayonets at the heart one by one to finish the killing.

He was vigilant and checked to see if there were any other abnormalities happening nearby. If so, the rifle in his hand would help him solve the problem in front of him.

Physical, biological, one-time solution.

"Has your knowledge told you...why there are such big guys among these jackals?"

Speaking of which, the little goblin and the big orc lord are also called the same type?

Hackett shook his head. His memory did not tell him such a thing, and no one would be bored enough to study the species of these monsters.

Things in the magical world don't need to be so clear, and the precision shooter beside him just thinks it's too quiet here and wants to say something.

No matter what they are, if they are enemies, they must be killed with the weapons in hand, and if they are allies, they must be protected with weapons.

"Many adventurers die in their hands every year...but for you..."

Hackett glanced at the Gnoll Captain with only half a head on the ground, and realized that it was not killed by the bullet barrage, but by a precise strike from a rifle shooter.

Also, precision shooters will prioritize killing the most conspicuous targets. Being less conspicuous will allow them to survive for a longer period of time.

"For those of you with special weapons, killing this Jackal captain is no more difficult than killing an ordinary Jackal."

As for us, if we killed a jackal captain before, we might have to break into a complete team of adventurers. These three-meter-tall monsters are not as vulnerable as they are in front of the guns in your hands.

As he spoke, Hackett pulled out the melee dagger from his waist and kicked the steel-tipped spear on the ground with his foot.

At least it's not so bad in other worlds.

Those were weapons forged by the jackals to equip their own soldiers. The iron armor and iron guns were enough to compete with an ordinary human army.

"After all, we had to rely on these things to fight against these jackals and big goblins...if we failed, the whole village might become their food."

Not a description, just food.

"Um."

The precision shooter looked at the jackal whose head was starting to turn black, and felt that there was no need to replenish his gun, so he called his colleagues to come over and prepare to recover the body.

As long as a full-power bullet hits its exaggeratedly large body, it will paralyze the Jackal Captain's body through pain, tearing and blood loss.

If it hits the head directly, the skull, which is strong enough to resist ordinary lead bullets, cannot stop a full-power copper-coated lead bullet. The metal projectile can smash its thick skull and brain together.

Dealing with ordinary gnolls is not that troublesome. When the full-power bullet hits the torso, there is no need to look at it a second time... The same is true for other humanoid creatures.

"If there are so many iron weapons here, it means there are mineral veins nearby... Anyway, being able to kill these things in advance also saves us patrol time."

If they are not dealt with, the territory will have to form a special patrol force and use soldiers like them to take shifts.

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"Human...I want..."

The clan leader exhaled a breath of black air, and the lines covering the fur flashed with red light, and the totem attached to the body flashed, giving it more powerful power.

The ember-scorched body looked as tall as a steamer soldier at this moment. His fur had been scorched and curled in the ignited fire, and his arms were spread out to reveal the bone-like claws extending from his fingertips.

It did not die, and its anger supported it through the most difficult period of hiding.

The clan leader has survived the hail of bullets, survived the flames rising around him, and used the power of his totem to escape poisonous gas.

It hides among the ruins, quietly waiting for the moment when the other party approaches it.

One step at a time, move forward with the gun.

Now it's finally time to make these humans pay the price... This distance is enough for it to rush over and tear these people to pieces and avenge its own tribe.

He stood up and roared, waving his claws, and stared at the humans forty meters away with his remaining eyes.

Why not panic, why not run away?

The head of the Jackal clan looked at the group of humans in gray clothes in front of him. They had no armor and dared to walk on the earth with only a spear in their hand.

The spear turned.

Quickly load the gun, raise the gun, and aim.

The shoulder is shouldered, and the recoil of the full-power bullet is regarded as nothing.

The enhanced physical fitness brought about by blood purification has already made Ji Lin consider equipping the territorial troops with semi-automatic 12.7 weapons... As long as their strengthened bodies can really control the astonishing recoil caused by full-power bullets.

A single shot can be tolerated by normal humans, but semi-automatic shots have begun to test a person's physical fitness and bone strength, and fully automatic shots are even more difficult for the body.

This is beside the point.

Return to the battlefield.

Being tall is not a good thing. A larger size can only make you behave like a clumsy target if it is not matched with corresponding protective capabilities.

And it seems to think that its armor can withstand close-range shots from full-power bullets, but this is unlikely... If it is lucky, it can block a direct hit from an ordinary lead bullet at a distance of one hundred meters.

The swift bullets covered the Jackal leader who stood up from the ruins. The soldiers quickly reloaded, aimed and fired, and then repeated.

It heard the sound of the enemy firing, as if something exploded... A certain part of its body also exploded in the same sound.

To move forward, no, cannot move forward.

With every sound, his body felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. When the hammer fell... his body staggered involuntarily.

The body is being damaged and destroyed, and even the totem circuit that strengthens the body cannot stop its loss of vitality.

The bullet penetrated and rolled, mincing flesh, blood and internal organs.

"Found it, the guys from the airship just said that there might be monster infantry left, and we will need to wipe the butt in the end... It's only three to four meters high and easy to find... Bah..."

"After cleaning it up, we should really ask the artillery troops to clean up the surrounding area a little cleaner next time... let them come down and hoist the four-meter-high sample back for inspection."

These are the last words it hears before it dies.