The battle in front of us is actually a familiar battle that many races in the Ilancire Empire are accustomed to. They were still fighting in this way ten years ago, but they were defeated by the sudden appearance of the Ilancire Empire.
A body without a complete skin.
Now, there are still many armies in the Eilanhir Empire that maintain this primitive fighting state, including a large number of demon armies, orc armies, dragon armies and some dragon knight armies.
These troops are not equipped with a large number of modern weapons, and the Elanshir Empire does not have excess production capacity to provide them with sufficient weapons and equipment.
To produce old-fashioned armor, a factory that produces stainless steel tableware is enough. To produce spacecraft, it is obviously impossible to rely on a factory that produces stainless steel tableware.
In the past two years, the Airanhill Empire has been expanding its capacity to produce spaceships and large machinery. Those small factories have basically stood still.
After finally cultivating a decent worker, he was dragged away by a large factory to serve as a senior engineer. The management department lacked a large number of workers, and the grassroots production gap had to be filled by puppets.
Replenishing these puppets is not a universal solution. Many production lines cannot rely solely on puppets, so most areas are still waiting for human or dwarf engineers.
The familiar rhythm, the familiar atmosphere, and even the weakness of the enemy are all very familiar to the orcs.
This made people very happy. Aria looked at the rain of arrows falling from the sky through the gaps in the shields of the soldiers in front of her, and then heard the sound like raindrops hitting the eaves.
The dense crackling sound made Aria a little happy. She smiled, pushed the shield in front of her with her hand, pressed the long sword on her waist, and shouted loudly: "Continue to taunt!"
The orc warriors with thick armor and strong shields in their hands had contemptuous smiles on their faces and continued to beat the shields in their hands with their spears.
Because of the sturdiness and thickness of the shields, the incoming arrow rain could not even be inserted into the shields of these orcs. Therefore, they were not able to use their spears to sweep away the arrows on the shields.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" These orcs continued to beat their shields contemptuously, as if they didn't care about the attack just now.
They could indeed be nonchalant, because they had not lost a single person in the heavy rain of arrows just now.
Only one orc soldier was hit by an arrow that passed through the gap. The orc unconcernedly pulled out the feather arrow from his arm, spat on the wound, and then threw away the arrow.
A feathered arrow? He made a gesture of spreading his hands.
This action caused a burst of cheers from the surrounding orcs. These warriors who had fought against demon warriors until today? They simply looked down upon such minor injuries.
More than just being disdainful, in the eyes of these orcs, if a round of powerful demon-breaking arrows did not cause hundreds or even thousands of casualties, it would be a failed attack covered by arrow rain.
Based on the artillery preparations they had observed before, one phalanx was not covered by a single shell of artillery fire, and there was not much left... that means the artillerymen of the Elanthir Empire had let go.
"Long live the Ilanthil Empire!" A strong orc roared loudly at another rain of arrows from the sky. The moment the rain of arrows fell, he raised his shield and blocked it.
own body.
"Dang! Dang!" Those feather arrows hit the shields, and the power was transmitted to the arms of these orc soldiers, without making them feel scared at all.
They have never been afraid of humans holding swords? In other words, they have never been afraid of cold weapon duels. What makes them despair? It is the mountains of human artillery fire and the invisible bomber groups in the sky...
After emerging from the shadow of the mechanized troops of the Airansil Empire, the orcs realized on Planet Hope 2 that not all enemies were as terrifying as the troops of the Airansil Empire.
Opposite them, the archers of the Rock Empire were once again attacked by heavy arrows like the wind. Without the protection of their shields, dozens more poor people fell down.
"The opponent's archers have a longer range than our archers! Damn it!" The general who commanded the archers cursed loudly and distressedly when he saw that his archers had fallen to pieces again.
The place where his troops originally stood was an absolutely safe place. Our archers moved forward in order to directly attack the opponent's infantry phalanx and undermine the opponent's morale.
But seeing that the enemy archers standing behind the opponent's infantry phalanx could actually fire arrows behind the infantry, directly hitting the forward archer troops of the Rock Empire... This was very annoying.
This is equivalent to saying that the attacking side's artillery is attacking the opponent's infantry trenches, but the artillery deployed behind the opponent's trenches can actually use the range advantage to cover the attacking side's artillery positions...
"Keep shooting! I don't believe it! They have so few archers, how can they keep shooting so fast? Impossible!" The commander of the archers saw that he had lost more than 100 archers.
, insisted through gritted teeth.
Then, before he could even finish his words, the opponent's third round of arrow rain fell.
They still have heavy arrows and still have super long range - the elven archers are the pinnacle of long-range strikes in the cold weapon age. Suppressing human archers is simply a piece of cake.
"..." So fast? The commander was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the other party might have divided the troops into several batches and released arrows in different rotations.
Just when he thought he had figured out the key, the originally very safe observation position where he was standing suddenly dropped an arrow as fast as lightning.
Before he could react, the feathered arrow hit his feet. When he realized something fell in front of his face, the feathered arrow was already stuck on the ground, and the tail feathers were still following the arrow shaft.
The tremors trembled.
"Are you kidding... can they shoot the arrow at this position?" He lowered his head subconsciously and pulled out the feather arrow from the ground, still muttering in a low voice.
After he pulled out the arrow and peeled off the soil on the arrowhead, the expression on his face became even more exciting.
This is a heavy arrow! It is a typical high-power armor-piercing arrow. It is a type of arrow that sacrifices range and increases destructive power.
"..." This commander wants to curse people now, really wants to curse people...
