Chapter 601 Ashes (V)

"Birdman?"

The cavalry captain looked at the 'human' flapping its wings, his teeth ached a little, and he raised the lever rifle in his hand to put the target into the crosshairs of the machine aiming.

He had never heard of encountering such a flying birdman on the front line, and the opponent's combat effectiveness was not as bad as it seemed... The divine aura lingering all over the body meant that this was not an ordinary air force like the griffin.

There was no pre-war declaration, no discussion or quarrel, and the 'angels' overlooking the ground in the air raised their light guns.

"Yu——!"

Not knowing the attack method and the action logic of the target, the cavalry captain could only blow the iron whistle.

Language was inefficient, and the cavalry preferred to use whistles to issue orders.

The biggest advantage of whistle orders was that all kinds of monster infantry with little intelligence could understand them.

When the sharp whistle sounded, the lance cavalry that had been gathered began to disperse into discrete formations, entered combat status, unhooked the safety of their weapons and put the target in the sky into the crosshairs.

But the angels with folded wings acted faster than them, and reacted faster than the rat trolls.

The angel wielding the light gun folded his wings, and the gun fell like a falling star, piercing the rat troll from top to bottom.

There was no wailing, and the mortal body could not stop the swooping and stabbing of the twenty-seven holy soldiers with guns. The rat troll did not even have time to wail before it turned into a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

None of the ten rat trolls in the mortar team survived this dive, and the fragility of the unarmored artillery was fully revealed at this moment.

The wings flapped, and the light gun was pulled out.

The blood gushing out of the rat troll's huge wound sprayed on the nearby mortars and mortar shells, covering the shells with a layer of smelly blood. However, the blood sprayed on the "angels" wielding light guns was blocked by a layer of barrier.

The smelly mutant rat blood slid along the shield barrier, and the unpleasant stench spread in this temporary cavalry camp.

The loss of five rat troll mortar teams means that their operation has failed halfway. Without the monster infantry, they have no way to carry heavy mortars to quickly excite the front lines of various positions.

The most powerful fighters in the cavalry are not the ten rat trolls carrying mortars, but the nearly three hundred elite light cavalry using rapid-fire lever rifles.

Perhaps for other people who have never seen the world, humans with wings are a very fresh concept, but the troops under the lords have seen everything. A dozen angels using light guns and light shields may not be as intimidating as a few rat trolls falling from the sky.

They ignore death, the death of their colleagues, and the death of the enemy.

It is even harder to be frightened.

The blood of the undead army will only flow colder and colder.

And the price is just a little humanity and the ability to learn.

The bullet is pushed into the chamber, and the enemy is in the sight.

The angels who vented their anger on the rat trolls looked around, pulled out their spears from their corpses, raised their light guns with a little arrogance, hoping to see fear on the faces of their enemies.

The sharp whistle sounded again, representing the sharp whistle of firing.

The cavalry captain who rolled into the bunker used his own bullets and pulled the trigger to announce the official exchange of fire.

What greeted the "angels" was dense bullets coming from all directions. The bright yellow gun flames that suddenly flashed and extinguished formed the second light source on the ground besides the divine magic.

The copper bullets were deflected on the personal shields of the angels and turned to other directions.

The shooters folded the levers, and a new bullet was loaded into the gun chamber. The advantage of the lever rifle over the bolt-action rifle is that it can fire 10 rifle bullets in a short time.

At the cost of airtightness, bullet power and range, it is exchanged for extremely strong medium and short-range suppression capabilities.

The lever rifle, which had appeared on Earth for fifty years and then declined, was once again used as a standard weapon by the lords' troops in another world.

The range of the weapon was not very useful in low-light environments, and it was difficult for them to hit a target six hundred meters away with the machine aiming equipment.

Some cavalrymen also pulled out the No. 12 trench shotguns they were carrying, pulled down the pump-action bolt, and aimed at the angels who wanted to escape from the ground and pulled the trigger.

This shotgun, which was designed to fight against monster infantry and elite infantry at close range, can fire iron-lead barrages to tear the target's armor, but unfortunately the effective shooting range is even closer than the lever rifle.

The barrage fired at the moment the trigger was pulled can instantly put a troll or rat troll, and multiple volleys can easily suppress the Templar's barrier and overload it.

The rain of bullets extinguished the angel's barrier shield, tearing three angels into pieces with blood-red feathers in mid-air, and the shields of the remaining angels also became flickering in an instant.

Personal shields did make the soldiers feel tricky, but it was not a big problem.

The mage shields used by the war mages of the fifth era could not withstand the concentrated fire of the dense infantry regiment, let alone these flapping wings... angels.

Shields need to consume energy to offset the kinetic energy of the attack, unlike armor that can easily ignore the attack of small-caliber bullets.

Only the airborne shield device used by the construct can resist the attack for a long time. If three constructs with heavy armor fell, the cavalry team would have no choice but to run away.

As for the shield... after the shield was extinguished, what was left was the mortal body.

The sound of trench shotguns was particularly loud on the battlefield. Each dull gunshot represented the breaking of a personal shield. The dense rain of iron and lead bullets was the last straw that broke the shield.

The 14 surviving angels returned to the sky to maneuver to avoid the rain of bullets, using distance to keep the last bit of shield from breaking.

The light gun turned into a light spear. As the angel pointed down, the light gun penetrated and killed the soldiers hiding under the bunker like rain.