The crazy destruction of the minefield by skeleton boars made them lucky to be the first wave of targets targeted by armed eagle drones.

The two armed eagle drones dropped their height and smashed all the missiles mounted under the wings on one of the skeleton boars.

The missiles exploded the bones on the bone boar's body, but after the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the bone boar continued to arch over the land with a blown body.

After the operator behind realized that these huge monsters were probably not the characters that the drone-mounted small missiles could deal with, he decisively gave up the attack on the skeleton boar and turned to find other targets.

For example, there are many horse-drawn carriages in the army that are responsible for transporting materials.

Unlike other undead forces, the army of the Eternal Holy Church, which has human believers, also needs to carry a considerable amount of supplies.

Seeing the Armed Eagle Drone pounced on the baggage carriage located in the middle of the army, the King of Skeleton Eric Moore said coldly: "What a group of annoying flying insects... Archers, shoot them down for me!"

Just around the baggage carriage, countless ghoul archers raised the northern longbow in their hands. The next moment, dense rain of arrows flew towards the drone in the sky like locusts, and several unlucky guys who flew too low were instantly shot back into the part state.

The undead archers who possess human craftsmen are equipped with very complete equipment, but the undead archers that other undead forces cannot see can be seen everywhere here.

The other drones quickly raised the height, but there were still many high-level undead bows and arrows hitting them enough. The drone could only choose a target at will, launch the missile at the fastest speed, and then continue to climb.

When the drone climbed to the point where it left the archer's range, a team of human archers mixed in the middle of the ghoul archers arrogantly waved the northern longbow in their hands at the drone, laughing and scolding all kinds of vulgar words.

The next moment, a 152mm grenade exploded among them. The archers who were just showing off their power turned into balls of broken limbs and flew into the sky, and then poured them on the bodies of the surrounding undead.

After a moment, countless shells hit the undead team in a dense manner! The continuous explosions resounded throughout Hell Valley.

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Behind a large area of ​​solid barbed wire mesh supported by angular iron, a 54-type 152-mm howitzer is densely placed on a simple-structured launching position. For the convenience of access, the shells are shakyly built on the side, like a small hill, surrounded by some small-caliber anti-aircraft guns for possible gargoyles.

If it were on Earth, the artillery that dared to build a position like this could be dragged out and shot, but at this time, everything was so natural.

It’s just that the undead bullies and they don’t know where the attack comes from!

Soldiers wearing black uniforms, with blonde hair, white skin, and a Nordic white-looking soldier shuttled across the artillery positions, and carried the shells slightly awkwardly under the command of a few Chinese non-commissioned officers wearing Kwafu versions of military uniforms, filled them, and then fired them.

They were the "Xiangle" Legion that had just been established not long ago, a colonial legion composed of local Anglia except for the backbone officers.

Almost all of these people were once displaced refugees in the Black Thorns area. In order to get enough food, wear warm clothes and have money in the recruitment announcement, they joined the "Xingleigh" Legion, becoming an important force in the defense line of Storm Base in the northern Hell Valley.

Only a small number of soldiers of the "Xianglei" Legion have been mercenaries, and most of them are farmers, hunters, and small vendors.

But no matter what profession they have worked in, those skills will be useless after joining the "Xiangle" Legion, and everything can only be started from scratch.

In just over half a year, it is not enough to make them qualified soldiers. Of course, there is no hope for a head-on fight with the Dead Legion, but it is still possible to complete a simple artillery launch mission under the command of Chinese non-commissioned officers.

After all, these artillery have been calibrated by the base's artillery in advance. You only need to search based on the information sent back from the front line and search the data on the already prepared table to determine the angle of the artillery.

And such a simple work was done by Chinese non-commissioned officers.

"Rusta, lower the angle twice!"

"Yes! Sir!"

As a rare person in the "Xiangle" Legion who is flexible and able to read, Rusta is highly valued. The Chinese non-commissioned officers in his company allowed him to be responsible for a cannon.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and a shell was fired at a new angle.

Rusta didn't know what damage the shells he fired had caused to the undead, and he had never seen an enemy ten kilometers away.

But Rusta had seen the horror scene when the 152mm grenade exploded. He swore that he had never thought that the iron lumps that were transported from his hands every day could have such earth-shaking destructive power!

With this kind of power, you can kill as much as you come!

After watching his companions fill up new shells, Rusta closed the bolt and couldn't help but start to think about it.

"The shells are so powerful, it shouldn't be a big problem to kill twenty skeleton soldiers in one round. I've fired seventeen shells, so how many undead can I kill?

One shot is twenty, two shots are forty, three shots are sixty, damn it... Seventeen shots are too many, so I can't calculate it!

Forget it! No matter what, I said I must have killed more than a hundred undeads, and I can be considered a hero in the village! Well, a hero who is even more powerful than Knight Klos!"

Just as Rusta laughed foolishly, he heard the Chinese non-commissioned officer who was commanding them shouting loudly.

"Reduce the rate of fire in half! Slow down! Slow down! Don't fill it anymore!"

Rusta, who was immersed in the delusion of becoming a great hero and riding on horseback to return home with glory, suddenly stared at the non-commissioned officer in a daze.

"Sir, we are not tired! In fact, we can fight faster! We have endless strength when we think of those shells that will blow the bones to pieces!"

As he said that, Rusta raised his arm and lit up the muscles that were invisible through the thick clothes.

"I know you are not tired, but your cannons are tired. If you don't want to explode, just do what I said!"
Chapter completed!