Chapter 661 660 The sacred tradition is determined from this
Chapter 661 660. The sacred tradition is determined by this
Although the jackals are rude and most of them are young, their war experience ranks among the best on the entire continent.
After all, four hundred and fifty years have passed since the first black disaster. During these hundreds of years, the gnolls have either been fighting with the entire continent or with hostile clans. It is not an exaggeration to call them a "war race".
It can be said that if fighting is also a kind of talent, then the jackals are the ones who have this talent to the fullest. Coupled with their exaggerated physical fitness, these guys can still survive in the dark mountains after hundreds of years of joint strangulation on the mainland.
Live your own noisy little life.
Those war experiences from the ancestors were inherited by the descendants from generation to generation, and these experiences were integrated and developed into new branches in the four consecutive continent-level wars such as the Black Disaster. The direct consequence of the inheritance of war is that even a group of
Jackals were airdropped onto an uninhabited desert island, and the first thing they could make was always fortresses and weapons for war.
Take this seemingly ordinary highland position in front of you.
After Transia's newbies used the extremely explosive self-destruction tactic to gnaw away the first line of defense and kill the warlord who came to take over the command, what they saw in front of them was not a chaotic camp that they could push through.
On the contrary, after the first line of defense was eliminated, the Jackals in the internal position not only did not panic, but began to form a formation to face the enemy under the command of various small warlords.
Especially when Colonel Fraser commanded about two-thirds of the artillery to push the forty field guns to a suitable position and began to project firepower on the Jackal camp, preparing to repeat the coordinated charge with the Transians just now,
The Splitclaw Warlord in the camp immediately sensed the danger.
It issued a crazy order, asking the Jackals in the second position to charge the enemy against the precise projection of Gorse artillery.
This is not the same concept as Transia's sudden advance under the cover of artillery fire. It is basically equivalent to asking the Jackals to jump out from behind the bunker that can protect themselves and face those hot and destructive shells.
However, this real death order was quickly carried out.
Because the little Jackal Overseer in the second position quickly discovered the biggest problem with this invading army, their firepower was seriously insufficient!
Forty field guns were scattered, unable to even cover one-third of the Jackal position. The first position was captured only because the soldiers there were frightened. If they were so frightened that they could dare to
If you have the courage to rush out of the position and engage in close combat with the Transians, you will easily discover this problem.
Those field cannons are only used to scare people. It is nonsense to expect them to crush the jackal army.
Jackals are not the kind of rubbish army that will collapse if they are bombarded. They are very courageous.
In fact, this is indeed the case. In Master Qin's plan, there was never any illusion of relying on artillery to crush the enemy. If the artillerymen of the brass dwarves who followed them here were the "superior firepower tradition", then there might be some hope.
But it's a pity that those brass dwarves who look so mighty are a bunch of fucking cowards!
In order to maintain the marching speed, Colonel Fraser could not bring real heavy artillery. Therefore, when the elite Jackals in the second position began to charge against the artillery bombardment, the players' overwhelming offensive was quickly contained.
Between the first and second level positions.
This vanguard military camp built on the high ground has a total of three lines of defense. If the players can capture the second line of defense, then they will win. But on the other hand, if the gnolls hold the second line of defense, then the players must immediately
retreat.
Their numbers are seriously insufficient. Once the battle turns from a surprise attack to a frontal attack, everything will stop.
After seeing that the formation breakers were blocked, Lao Qin, who was holding a chain sword, gave the order almost immediately:
"Let the formation breakers shrink the battle circle and send 400 people up! Explode the jackal's formation for me!"
Mr. Qin, nicknamed the "Old Warlord" by players, pointed to the melee battlefield ahead and shouted to his adjutant, the Qing Dynasty veteran:
"Let General Maxim and his soldiers be ready to rush in once the front line opens! They must rush into the third position and kill the enemy commander. Players will stay here to buy them time.
There are too few of us and we simply can’t afford it!
Only by defeating the morale of the gnolls and causing them to collapse can we possibly win!"
The veteran of the Qing Dynasty hesitated to speak.
He wanted to tell Master Qin that you were just a major, and the other party was a general, and you had no power to command them. But seeing Old Qin's ferocious face at this time, the adjutant immediately ran to convey the news.
Fortunately, Maxim is also a pragmatist. The fact that he can bring people here shows that he is also eager for a victory.
What's more, tonight's war has another meaning for Maxim.
"Please tell Major Qin that my soldiers and I will not let down the opportunity and time that the warriors fought for. Even if we spend everything, we will definitely kill the enemy chief!"
The monster general made a promise to the player. While his people's army soldiers were making final arrangements, Maxim took a few steps back and said to Ms. Leonia, who was taking out the special arrows and putting them into the quiver:
"You will follow me later to kill the Splitting Claw Warlord. You will have to get its head with your own hands, and you will also have to destroy the flags on this position with your own hands."
"Come on, Mark, I know what I'm going to do."
Ms. Leonia is still not used to this kind of "credit delivered to the door" situation, but tonight is indeed different. The anxiety of the battle situation in front of her makes it completely understandable that the foreigners in Transia are risking the whole army to be annihilated to advance this.
The battle strategy is sloppy but the execution is resolute.
She did not rest on her laurels.
The mission she has to undertake is not easy either.
However, at this time, this powerful arch knight did not forget to ridicule her weak "scandalous boyfriend". She whispered:
"When you, a black iron elite, are escorting me, a silver archer, could you please stop showing this terrible aura that you are the leader? You know, I am the one protecting you most of the time."
"Tonight is different."
Maxim was not as silent as before, he warned:
"Tonight is a raid! This is a military adventure that should not be executed. I can understand that the warriors came here for profit, but once their strategy is successful, it can bring subversive changes to the war situation.
We are all part of this plan.
And we bear the most important and dangerous part of the plan, you must be prepared. I do not deny that I have selfish motives here, but for this reason, I cannot bring a failure to my master, which will make me
There is no place to be ashamed of in the Blood Vulture Clan, which is destined to greatness and rise."
"What did you just say you should be prepared for?"
Leonia inserted an elf war knife into her waist, brushed her hair and asked. Maxim glanced at her, helped her put on the blood alliance clan's war helmet, and whispered:
"Be prepared to die in this battle! I declare in advance that I will not take a step back until I hold victory in my own hands! This is the oath of loyalty I made to Lord Murphy, and it is time to fulfill it. If you die,
I will remember you throughout my life.
If I die, I hope you can do the same thing."
The horse archer was silent for a moment. She knew that such terrible love words were the limit of what Maxim could say.
She looked back at the soldiers who were preparing for the final assault.
These people's army elites brought out by Maxim had no deserters and no noise or noise. They were quietly arranging their equipment. Each of them had a small syringe made by a halfling on their belt.
Leonia knew that it contained diluted source blood. When these soldiers felt that death was coming, they would use it without hesitation to transform themselves from humans into members of the Blood Vulture Clan.
After dying in battle as a human, he used the power of a vampire to devote his second loyalty to his hometown and lord.
The speed of blood transformation into vampires is very fast, but the lack of mandatory constraints of the blood contract will create a free vampire that is very "dangerous" in the eyes of other clans. This ancient and expensive tradition is no longer used by any clan in this era.
However, Murphy revived a tradition that had been almost forgotten during the Black Disaster.
That unique vampire lord hated the First Embrace, and he used this method to create a new, nobler tradition for the Blood Vulture clan in this war that would make the enemy tremble.
Every member of the New Blood Vulture is an elite soldier who has survived hundreds of battles. This is enough to ensure that the New Blood Vulture clan has the determination, goal and courage that the seven major clans have never had. The future that Murphy has set for his clan is even better than
The Blood Alliance clans are now stronger and more aggressive!
It's really hard to imagine what Murphy would do with such an army of vampires?
Leonia keenly felt that perhaps this black disaster would not only change the situation on the continent, but also the ancient traditions and balance that the vampire clan had maintained for thousands of years.
"They charged!"
Maxim took his vulture helmet from the adjutant and put it on his head. He pointed forward. Lenia turned around and saw hundreds of rookies carrying explosives on their backs, howling and rushing towards them under the cover of artillery fire.
A melee position where a gap can never be opened in the front.
She saw the recruits who couldn't even hold their swords drink the poison, then ignore all dangers and run into the crazy kobold throwing explosives and Molotov cocktails.
She also saw that before their lives were ended, they would often activate the "last ditch" spell, turning their own lives into a dazzling firework to open a way forward for the compatriots behind them.
Leonia knew that spell, which was a magician's method. No one on the entire continent would use that crazy thing, but that vicious power had also been mastered by the Transians and used against their enemies.
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Whether they are truly fearless or not, the horse archers cannot confirm.
But at least on this battlefield, these guys called "newbies" are definitely the bravest group of people. Even the soldiers under Maxim will look at those brave people with respect and even yearning.
Singing loudly into death.
Of course, even though their name is "Cute", the ferocious look on their faces when they were surrounded by jackals and kobolds, shouting slogans and detonating the curse, is really not cute or cute at all!
One after another, the newbies rushed into the front line that was tightly guarded by jackals and kobolds, like eggs smashing against the city wall one after another.
Eggs are so fragile, but city walls are so strong.
The purple-black corrosive storm was aroused and would soon be squeezed by more jackals, as if countless hands were trying to suppress the flames.
Because the formation was too dense, 400 people took away at least three times the number of kobolds and jackals at the end of their self-destruction tactics. However, such a ferocious self-destruction failed to tear apart the second layer guarded by the jackals.
In the heavy position, even Colonel Fraser realized the seriousness of the situation and smashed all his artillery shells into the "high wall" built by the Jackals.
Gnoll reinforcements from other positions were now wildly breaking through the defenses guarded by the Hussars and Torrent Knights below the high ground.
There is not much time left for Lao Qin.
"Come again!"
Master Qin clenched his fists and shouted:
"800 people are coming this time! You bring the boys and charge with them. When the defense line is torn open, you must go up and hold on! Leave space for the NPCs to pass."
"They are all ordinary human beings, Master Qin. Let them go rather than let us go."
The giant shark with his face covered in blood had just charged and killed a wave, and he shouted with a buzzing battle ax:
"We can complete the killing mission! If not, please come and see us!"
"Don't make trouble!"
Lao Qin glanced at the giant shark and said:
"Now it seems that there are 1,000 Transian humans. After they rush in, they will become 1,000 blood vulture vampires. If you old players think that you are more powerful than 1,000 vampires, then I can arrange for you to give it a try.
try.
Want to give it a try? Giant Shark?"
"Well, forget it. Although I am a giant shark, I am not stupid. I can still understand simple math problems."
The giant shark grinned, panted slightly on the spot, roared again, picked up the Vam Beheader and rushed into the battlefield ahead.
800 new death squads were quickly selected, and Master Qin reminded them before they set off:
"Don't rush forward and blow yourself up. I don't have time to teach you the three-by-three system now, but have you ever seen a war movie? Do you know how to charge in a staircase? A group of 100 people is divided into 8 groups. After the first group blows up, the second group goes up.
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What we are pursuing now is not the number of kills, but the opening of the second level position as soon as possible!
Bros!
Your current assist points are enough for you to exchange for all types of armor and weapons at the Military Supply Department at Black Flame Mountain Pass. You have got what you want, but what I want to tell you is that tonight we can get more than one
Put on protective gear!
We can get something even greater!
We can still hold the victory of the war with our own hands!
We are not spectators, we are not footmen, and we are not the lingering sound on the historical background board!
Look here, look around!
We are the protagonists of this battle, and the new future will be created by our own hands!
I won’t hide it from you!
I don’t want to go back alive tonight!
Either win the battle and go back to be a hero, or die here and be a martyr. It's my turn after you finish, brothers.
Tear open that line of defense and send our NPCs in!
This position will be defeated by our own hands, and this highland will become the same legend as Fort Courage after tonight. No amount of gnolls can change this outcome! We. We have won! But we are not satisfied yet!
We want to win more!"
"Fuck! It's on fire."
Although he is not an experienced player, Daesen, the medical insurance war god who volunteered to be a death squad, held up his adventure assistant. He was still broadcasting live, shouting to his audience in another world:
"Boys, I'm going to send my brother off! You will see with your own eyes how I died heroically in a while. We don't want to do those fancy things! Just rush! Go, go, go!
Come on, brother, give me the flag!
I have a high level and can handle it for a long time."
He also reached out to take the battle flag of the People's Army from the cute "Tata Kai" next to him, and waved it decently a few times, causing the young brothers Tata Kai and Yimo Tata Kai who were protecting him to also
He let out a childish war cry.
They were classified as the third group and followed the first two groups on the field. They followed the steps and route of the charge of the newbies before, screaming and rushing up to throw explosives, and got as close as possible to those ferocious monsters in the flames caused by the incendiary bottles.
The Gnoll then self-destructs.
This time, the newbies adopted Lao Qin's tactics, no longer blindly bombing, but resolutely charging forward in groups of steps.
This change caught the Jackals off guard. They also knew that the position was dangerous, so they tried to block the torn "crack" from both sides. However, eight consecutive large self-destructions completely blocked all efforts of the Jackals to turn the tide.
The veteran players are already going crazy now.
Seeing how the newbies managed to break up their positions, how could you give up such a good opportunity?
All the vampires who entered the area activated their blood thirst, while Brother Meow Meow and his friends used their magic again, and forcibly dyed most of the highlands into a sea of green grass.
At the most critical moment, Knight Liwen finally prepared the rituals to communicate with the Eastern Holy Spirit. She was just that the Eye of the Holy Spirit was not a true divine choice, so she needed the help of these rituals to induce the power of the astral dragon to descend in the material world.
Liwen's left eye has completely turned into a jade snake pupil at this moment. As she shouted and roared in Kalum language, a huge amount of cyan clouds gathered into a purifying stream of light in the night, imposing a one-third immunity for her own members.
While damaging the "wind body and cloud body", it will also sprinkle the punishing purifying jade fire on the jackal on the opposite side.
Most of the night sky was ignited by the jasper flame storm!
Just like daytime.
The firelight fell on the ground, turning the earth into traces of glass, and the medical insurance god of war, Dai Daien, holding the battle flag high, was like a rampaging self-destruction truck, shouting "Fight, it's fun!" in the weird scream,
He jumped over the brother who fell in front of him and was extremely lucky to reach the front.
Ahead were four or five jackals with the same red eyes waiting for him.
Da Da En's eyes were red, and amid the cheers of awesome and damn barrages that kept popping up on the barrage, he jumped forward and activated the last-ditch curse, causing the final purple-black storm to finally explode for the second time.
The last corner of the defense line.
The jackals still want to fight back.
But as the blood wings were flying, Maxim, carrying the Skull Crusher, descended from the sky. The attack of the Crimson Ground Slash knocked away all the gnolls that came up around him. Leonia, who followed closely behind, flew into the sky several hundred meters away.
The third line of defense goes straight to the tent of the Splitting Claw Overseer.
Behind them, 1,000 People's Army officers and soldiers, escorted by the players, entered the core of the Jackal position and fought with the elite guards of Chief Splitclaw.
It is unlikely that they made it out alive as humans.
But despite this, no one quit at the last moment.
"The next step is to kill!"
Lao Qin, who was slashing wildly with a hand-held saw chain sword, shouted to the players beside him with blood splashing everywhere:
"There is no need to hold back any longer. Fight until the last moment. Huh? Who is over there? Why is there an army?"
"Master Qin, you are confused. That is Colonel Fraser's artillery unit. Look, he is still flying the battle flag of the Capet family. It seems that they have run out of artillery shells, so they came to support the infantry. This
Is this considered an assist?"
"Let them use it if they can! It's already our limit to reach this point. Alas, the number of players is still too small to be of great use! Next, it depends on whether our NPCs can do their best."
