Chapter 726 Human flesh fire reconnaissance (seeking monthly ticket)
How do adults get through certain small holes? Theoretically, as long as they raise their hands and their chest can pass through, they can pass through.
The 38cm muzzle seems small, but it's actually not that small.
It was dark all around, with only the round hole at the muzzle left to see the outside world.
【Study】I panicked instantly.
"Wait! I don't accept it! What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"
Bismarck's heroic face mixed with a bit of arrogance appeared at the muzzle: "My Lord has ordered that you posted random pictures in the system group last night, triggering Article 404 of the Galactic Order Council's ban. You are hereby punished with
This criminal law.”
Well, there is no dirty god in the world who is innocent.
Just shout "He's the one who's offering you tea!" on the street, and have these guys taken away, and you can 100% find evidence later.
This guy was so excited that he stopped struggling and asked with a sad face: "What will become of me?"
"You have to pray that my skills will pass. If I use too much force, you will turn into a pile of minced meat within a few seconds after exiting the barrel, and will be scattered unevenly on hundreds of square meters of sea or rock walls."
"Is it too light?" the guy asked in a low voice.
"I don't know why we are always followed by a group of sharks when we go to sea."
Before anyone else could react, a group of dirty gods had already gathered around, watching forcefully and making sympathetic sounds.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Listen, how compassionate.
Not long after, there was a loud "bang" sound, and a dirty god ascended to the sky.
At this time, I have to praise the Bismarck's superb gunnery. The pressure in the gun barrel was stuck at the limit that the body of the devil could bear.
I saw a dirty god flying across the sky, passing through the warning net of Qiraji flying insects lingering in the sky at extremely high speed.
To be honest, human dynamic vision is limited.
Esports also doesn’t require vision.
Just because the dirty gods can't see it doesn't mean the system can't see it.
Due to the adoption of a visual synchronization system, all light and shadow images captured on the retina are quickly analyzed.
A series of coordinates immediately passed through the system and were simultaneously sent to the minds of the ship girls.
"Okay, the target in area 114514 has been captured, and the ballistic model is complete. There is still a little bit left to go." Bismarck muttered.
At this time, a group of dirty gods were milling around near the mouth of the gun barrel, which was still emitting green smoke. It was as lively as if they were dating a girl at a bonfire party.
"Fuck you!"
"This has to be a home run!"
These teases are so excited.
Suddenly, [Crippled Chicken Beater], who was having fun, was twisted by the ship's wife with one hand, and he immediately screamed: "Qiaodou sack! Ya Miedie!"
The Bismarck didn't care about all that, and kept saying: "Coordinate correction..."
I saw the barrel turn slightly to the right, and then another dirty god ascended into the sky.
"call out--"
This time there was a technical error. Due to the failure to estimate the terrain on the cliff, Nuo Da's dirty god was shot onto the rock wall and turned into a small red flower in the distance.
Well, the battle royale has begun.
The dirty gods dispersed in a hurry and started running around the deck. These fools did not dare to jump into the sea. After all, the shark fins swimming on the sea were not a joke.
A funny scene happened.
Although the ship girls themselves have speed and strength above that of humans, they are probably similar to level 60 professionals. Since they have no professional skills, they may not be able to catch up with these idiots.
However, these guys are hormones walking on the earth. Sometimes the ship girl just runs a few steps quickly, and these guys' eyes light up, they can't move their legs, they shout something like "Ah, I'm dead", and then they are really beaten.
Caught it in the barrel and flew away.
To be honest, this kind of reconnaissance is very efficient, but it is a bit time-consuming.
Thanks to these humanoid high-speed scouts with an initial speed of 800 meters per second, the shooting elements were quickly verified and corrected, and then death came.
"call out!"
"boom--"
In a certain insect swarm area, the insects did not respond to the sudden screams of death.
When the cannonballs measured in [tons] landed in the insect-dense area, the wave of death instantly swallowed up more than a hundred large insects.
These insects can easily be as big as a car, and their relatively slender claws and carapace cannot withstand the power of a 380mm artillery.
There is no need for a direct attack, as long as it enters a radius of fifty meters, the bug will be blown to pieces.
Even at greater distances, they will be affected by shock waves or fragments.
A large number of insects just walked into the gate of hell.
In the south of Feralas, Varok, who was supervising the battle on the front line, pricked up his ears: "Warchief, listen!"
Sal nodded: "Yes, I heard it."
There was a dull explosion from the other side of the mountain, a bit like thunder.
The orcs who escaped from the old city of Orgrimmar were no stranger to this voice.
The bugs in front did not know what was happening behind them. They still followed the biological survival instinct and flew towards the Feralas area where there was more food.
After a few minutes, Sal obviously noticed that the number of bugs flying in the sky had decreased.
Previously, every wave of Qiraji flying insects that came to Thrall felt like a black curtain wall falling from the sky. Each piece was at least the size of a football field. When it came over, it gave people a feeling of being breathless.
After the bombardment, many large flying insects still came over.
It's just that the number has been greatly reduced, from a huge curtain wall to a fishing net-like scene.
That sparse appearance can be seen by every tribal warrior who is fighting bloody battles.
Whether they were willing to admit it or not, even if it was only in the direction of Feather Moon Fortress, it probably only affected less than a third of the orc defense line. The Alliance's long-range bombardment on the flanks of the battlefield did help.
Soon, the insect swarm on the eastern front also began to decrease.
"What's over there?" Thrall asked.
Not long after, the report came.
Messenger: "Report, our scouts witnessed the alliance's black dragon troops dispatching. Three black dragons distracted the attention of the insect swarm. It should be the black dragon princess Onyxia."
"Oh, it would be nice if we had a giant dragon as a mount." Thrall looked into the distance. He knew clearly that there was something wrong with the way the Dragonmaw clan tamed Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen. Whenever this happened, he couldn't bear it.
He was more or less envious of the Alliance and his former warchief Orgrim.
Next, for more than ten days in a row, the alliance was in a state of helping a little but not too much.
As for McDonald, he was busy discussing with the night elves about sending troops.
We have an agreement with Wyrmrest Temple, and they will kill them when the mortal army arrives in Silithus.
The night elves' troops are the problem.
Historically, they walked through the entire Barrens from north to south, entering Thousand Needles and the Golden Plains, then detouring through Tanaris and the crater before entering Silithus.
This life is a little better. The alliance navy is too strong, which can save them a lot of troubles. From the Azshara area in the northeast of the mainland, they can board the ship through the temporary dock and take the ship directly to the Golden Sword Port.
This time around the coalition forces, McDonald felt more at ease.
Not only was Tyrande personally leading the team, but because Cenarius was still there, the druids didn't have that stupid Fandral Staghelm's turn to make the decision.
