"We all cooperated with each other tacitly, but in the end we forced a short man to come in. It's really unlucky." A commander leaned on his seat and complained depressedly to the shooter beside him.
The shooter smiled shyly, adjusted the angle of his weapon, and said comfortingly: "Squad leader, you don't have to complain, this matter has been settled, and you can see that the dwarf is quite powerful.
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"I don't know if it can be used. It's better not to be a new recruit." The squad leader was still a little worried, but time no longer allowed him to continue to vent his pessimism like this.
The infantry fighting vehicle he was on stopped near the firing line, and serious orders to prepare for battle came over the radio.
The next second, the rear door of the heavy infantry fighting vehicle was slowly opened, and the soldiers hidden in the infantry fighting vehicle rushed out of the crowded and narrow vehicle with shouts.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor of Airanthil!" The bearded dwarf soldier also rushed out of the infantry fighting vehicle with his weapon in hand. However, because of his relatively broad stature and bulky things, he jumped out of the infantry fighting vehicle.
The moment stumbled.
"Get out of the way! You will kill me sooner or later!" The Eilandhir Grenadier behind him avoided the dwarf soldier who almost fell, chose a safe position, and followed the infantry fighting vehicle with weapons in hand.
He raised his weapon and fired furiously forward.
"Thud! Thud!" The ferocious firepower of the AK-47 burst out, and the bullet casings fell into the soil, some of which were still steaming.
The dwarf stood firm and snorted without saying a word. His attire was somewhat different from the traditional grenadiers of Elanthir, because he wore heavy armor and carried a huge hammer on his back.
But in addition to these traditional weapons, the dwarf also had an ammunition pouch wrapped around his belt, filled with thick rifle grenades.
In the hand of this dwarf soldier is a huge grenade launcher, which is an improved version of the M11 individual grenade launcher. It can launch six 40mm caliber grenades in one go, which is amazingly powerful.
Because dwarves are natural warriors, they carry more weight and are stronger, so they are more suitable for holding such bulky weapons with larger calibers.
When they used this weapon to fire, the power displayed by this powerful warrior was greatly appreciated by the senior officials of the Elanshir army.
In addition, some people from the dwarf tribe were willing to join the army, so in the end, the senior officials of Airan Hill approved the dwarves to be dispersed and join the army of Airan Hill.
This method of dispersing them into infantry squads to serve as heavy fire support shooters was something Wagelund himself came up with.
The dwarf in front of him, who was participating in an Elanshir-style battle for the first time, was obviously still a little uncomfortable. He felt that the equipment he was carrying was a bit in the way, but he was unwilling to lose any of it. It looked quite bulky.
"Lower your body! Being short is no reason for you to stand here stupidly! Find a bunker! Bunker! Damn it!" A veteran passed by the dwarf, holding a weapon in one hand and slapping the dwarf's shoulder armor with the other, shouting loudly.
: "What are you doing wearing this armor? Damn it!"
Without waiting for the dwarf to argue, the veteran ran towards the infantry fighting vehicle in front. He leaned on the infantry fighting vehicle, pulled the bolt of the gun, and pulled the trigger at a place that could not be seen clearly in the distance.
"Thud, tut, tut!" After a short burst of fire, the infantry fighting vehicle had moved forward a short distance, and the veteran also moved forward a certain distance, maintaining a state where the infantry fighting vehicle could always cover him.
Suddenly, an arrow with a sharp sound of breaking the wind hit the defensive magic array directly in front of the infantry fighting vehicle, and was then inserted into the soft soil beside it.
"Direction twelve o'clock! There are demon archers! Throw! 40-degree throw!" The veteran turned around and shouted to the somewhat overwhelmed dwarf soldiers: "Fire!"
The dwarf quickly lowered his head to play with the huge grenade launcher in his hand. He had used this thing during training, and after using it, he fell in love with this powerful individual weapon.
He picked up the weapon in his hand, pointed the muzzle of the grenade launcher at the sky, made a posture to withstand the recoil, and then started his performance.
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and a grenade was shot out. In an instant, it landed in an open space not far away, throwing up a cloud of dust and making a huge explosion and roar.
When the veteran saw the impact point, he immediately turned around and shouted: "It's too close! Your projectile is not 40 degrees at all! It's a 60-degree projectile! Adjust quickly, quickly!"
After the veteran shouted, a feather arrow passed over the advancing infantry fighting vehicle and was directly inserted into the soil in front of the dwarf, less than 10 centimeters from his toes.
The dwarf glanced at the feather arrow at his feet that was still trembling slightly due to the strength, spat on the feather arrow, lowered the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger again.
This time, he did not pause. After hearing the "boom" sound, he pulled the trigger twice in succession, causing the other two grenades to fly out.
Because of the recoil, the muzzles of these three grenades vibrated slightly when they were fired, which ensured that the grenades would have a more reasonable distribution after they fell.
"Boom!" The grenade landed again, this time just on the edge of the building in the distance, blowing away the demon soldiers using bows and arrows beside the building.
Then the second grenade landed on the roof of the house, blowing off the entire roof and collapsing a wall of the house.
The third grenade landed farther away, sending some of the moving demon troops into the sky.
"Well done! Who fired the fire! I'll go back and give him credit!" Seeing a series of explosions suppressing the enemy on the opposite side, the company commander's voice rang on the radio channel. Many people also saw this series of amazing suppressions.
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"Boom! Boom!" Two more cannons were fired. Because they had learned to throw bows and arrows, the dwarf soldiers were very familiar with this kind of ballistics. The grenades fired were also extremely accurate, and they suppressed the light firepower on the opposite side in an instant.
After firing all 6 bullets, the dwarf stepped forward with his short legs and moved his body forward with heavy steps.
As he advanced, he opened his grenade launcher and poured the six empty shells inside into the open space beside him.
Those cartridge cases clanked into the soil run over by the tracks, hitting some scattered 7.62 mm caliber bullet cartridge cases, making a crisp sound.
Then, he took out a grenade from the ammunition bag around his waist and stuffed it into the huge grenade chamber, which was similar to a revolver, but was more than ten times larger.
Then came the second one, and then the third one. It wasn't until he had filled his weapon with ammunition that he raised his head and closed the grenade launcher in his hand again, ignoring the impact of an arrow on the grenade launcher.
on his thick shoulder armor, leaving a clear dent on it.
He picked up the loaded grenade launcher and started firing again in the direction of the bow and arrow. The bulky 40mm caliber grenade launcher was as flexible in his hand as an ordinary assault rifle.
The terrible recoil was nothing compared to the dwarf, and he even had the extra strength to carry a suit of armor and a war hammer that seemed to have no effect.
Under his operation, this 40mm-caliber six-unit grenade launcher exerted terrifying power on the battlefield.
A series of explosions rang out on the enemy's position, and the sight of dwarves armed with grenade launchers rampaging through the hail of bullets made many people change their views on dwarves.
"Hey! Bearded!" He deliberately avoided the word "dwarf" and the veteran leaning on the infantry fighting vehicle gave him a thumbs up: "Good job! When the machine gun finds the bunker, I will find an opportunity to rush over! You
Cover me?"
Being willing to give your back to the other party is the most trustworthy expression on the battlefield. The veteran felt that the dwarf was a good man and a very trustworthy comrade.
The dwarf nodded: "You can call me dwarf! But let me tell you! Among us dwarves, I am the tallest!"
"Haha!" Leaning behind the infantry fighting vehicle, the young human veteran laughed heartily: "I like you! My name is Antonio!"
"My name is Buck! Dwarf Buck!" The dwarf knocked on his breastplate with his fist and introduced himself: "I am the best warrior of the dwarves!"
"You can see that!" Antonio smiled and nodded, continuing to follow the infantry fighting vehicle: "Follow me! Give your left wing to your comrades on the other side, and you will find that the enemy is easy to deal with."
"Thank you! You are a very good soldier!" Dwarf Buck also felt the tacit understanding of these human soldiers' cooperation on the battlefield. He stood behind veteran Antonio and slowly advanced with a grenade launcher.
Every time he picked up the grenade launcher and fired, the opponent's position would explode continuously. For a moment, the demon army's defense line was in a state of chaos, and soon there were signs of collapse.
"Are you sure that's the infantry?" Putting down the telescope in his hand, a division commander who was inspecting the front line looked at the adjutant beside him with an exaggerated expression and asked.
The adjutant was also shocked by the dwarves' exaggerated performance on the battlefield. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, God is really unfair. In some aspects, other races are really far ahead of humans.
In comparison, human beings are too mediocre and too weak.
Before he could finish his emotion, the adjutant's habit developed over the years made him subconsciously answer his commander's question: "Yes, sir, those soldiers in armor are supplementary dwarf infantry. They are under the command of the infantry squad.
, its function is close fire support.”
"Okay." He continued to hold up the telescope. He looked at it for a while, put down the telescope again, and confirmed unwillingly: "Are you sure the ones I'm looking at are not humanoid tanks?"