Take Taobao with you to another world

"Ska Nightmare is still dormant. He has restrained his breath. The only thing that is certain is that he is not around at this time."

"That must be the result of alchemy products."

The damage to the two forward expedition teams is not a big deal. It actually lost a commander for this, and it has a great impact on the morale of the army. This result is what Padra will care about. Padra will be in the central army. , You can’t take risks by yourself. If young people want to gain the approval of others, they must also take the initiative to take some risks.He appointed Mar and two commanders to go with the shamans. The big shaman didn't feel any power talent here, but he had to send someone to test the alchemy products that can emit huge thunder to kill people. Only then can they feel at ease.

The battles between gifted ones are traceable after all, but the path taken by the hidden alchemist was different from that of any human gifted person known to the shamans.

A group of slaves were also brought to the front pass. They were savage orcs who had seen the majesty of the empire but did not know how to submit and be educated. Those who were selected were all unrepentant murderers. , suffering from hunger every day, they were still being driven forward and yelling at the same time, which annoyed the two captains of the detainee team.

Mal Parlance stopped them, and turned to ask the two white-clothed shamans who were silent on the horse: "Master Shaman, can you remove the chains on them for me?"

"Commander Pallance, what do you want to do?" asked the commander accompanying him.

A white-clothed shaman nodded. He didn't get off his horse, but just chanted a spell in a low voice, and then pointed out that the iron chain in the hands of the escort soldiers suddenly raised his head. Following a series of heart-piercing screams, the dark The chains slipped through the shoulders of the long line of slaves wrapped in flesh and blood, and then fell to the ground in a clattering pile.The soldiers of the strong beast army on both sides immediately raised their hands and surrounded these unshackled orcs, even though they are not much different from the disabled now.

Mal Parlance looked at these orcs who only screamed and squeezed the pain in their throats, and then struggled to get up. He walked into the circle regardless of other people's obstruction. .

"Do you want to be free?"

A pair of hateful eyes looked at him, but Mar Pallance laughed, "In front, there is an alchemy product left by a human genius. I don't know how many such things are there. Between you No matter who is here, as long as you can get one of them and bring it back safely, I will set everyone here, including your wives and children, free."

Someone spat blood on the ground.

"Of course, you don't have to go. The result is that you will die anyway. It's just that after you die, I will bring your children and clansmen here as well... The Beast God will definitely reunite you."

No one spit on him this time.

The white-clothed shaman remained silent, and the two commanders looked at each other. No matter how this kid got his status, it is indeed amazing that he can kill someone with just a few words.

After the slaves were willing to cooperate, they quickly came to the pass that had just swallowed their lives.Seeing the orc soldiers avoiding far away, the more dense blood stains and the pieces of meat hanging on the side of the legs as they walked forward, the slave orcs also hesitated, and the orcs escorting them drove them with blades and spear points. , and the lion tribe who promised them stood at the forefront, turned sideways and said to them: "Two hundred people, 54 died at that time, and the rest were injured to varying degrees. This is the first time we have encountered an attack. As a result, at least half of the fifty of you survived. That talented person is not here, and those things must be limited."

His calculation is not wrong, but if death falls, no one can say that he can escape.

The slaves stood there for a while, and one of the short orcs raised his head, looked at him and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is what you just said true?"

"I swear by my father, and my last name," Mal Parlance said.

The slave orcs fell silent, and when the two captains of the supervising team were about to get impatient, one of the tall orcs suddenly let out a wild roar, took big strides, and rushed forward regardless of his head, as if he was being attacked by him. The sound aroused the last blood and ferocity, and the rest of the orcs also stumbled to follow.The nobles of the strong beast army didn't tell them what to do, but a few orcs chose the direction where the ground had obviously been impacted.

Twenty steps, thirty steps, fifty steps, Mal Pallance stared closely at these orcs who were gradually approaching the barrier.

The closer they got, the slower the pace of these orcs. Not only were they silent, but no one on Mar's side made a sound. Everyone looked at the orcs hesitantly, looking around, looking at the sky, mountains and land. Search on.Even the two shamans who were guarded behind looked dignified. An orc took another step forward. When his dirty, colorless soles landed on the ground, Mal Parlance caught his sight. There, a bright flame erupted from the ground without warning, and a deafening bang erupted at the same time. Following the same few violent explosions at very short intervals, half of an orc's body was lifted up. Throwing it up, the bloody rain mixed with human tissue and steel rushed towards the crowd in the distance again. Mal Parlance quickly raised his shield and turned his body sideways. He first glanced at the unharmed, still calm white-clothed shaman, then slowly poked his head out from behind the shield and looked forward.

The situation was worse than what he said. At this time, there were no more than forty orcs rolling on the ground. Although some were still alive, they were obviously frightened. They either curled up tightly in place and screamed, or Getting up with blood dripping all over his body, he turned around and was about to go back.Before Mal Parlance ordered the archers to force them back, there were two bloody lights and loud noises.

...Maybe he will call in another batch of slaves from behind, Mar Pallance thought amidst the buzzing of his ears, but in the maze of acrid smoke and dust, he saw two The orcs slowly raised their bodies from the ground. After standing still for a while, they raised their feet again, swayed, and walked forward step by step.

Although he admired the unexpected courage of the two orcs, the young lion clan had no hope. He looked at their backs, waiting for the next outbreak of blood and fire.

But this time the result was not as he expected.

The two orcs walked all the way to the deer village, and even touched the branches of the trees. They looked to both sides, and then they seemed to see something, and they stopped.The two commanders stared at them with wide eyes, and the shaman in white also took a few steps forward, raised his hand and cast a spell, adding two layers of protective spells to the two orcs.

The two orcs turned their heads to look at this side, and the mountain wind was blowing in their faces. Maer Pallance wasn't sure if they could hear their shouts clearly, so he only gestured for them to act as soon as possible.

The two orcs took a few steps to both sides, bent down, and moved out a strange thing with both hands from under the treetops. Mar Parlance could only see that the thing had two very slender legs, and the main body was green. huge block.

Takla looked at the wide entrance of the valley. Of the fully equipped beast army, only a few hundred people were left behind the invisible horizontal line. They stopped moving forward and followed slowly behind. The convoy of carts also stopped.In the middle of the valley, centered on several gorgeous cart tents, the orc army slowly spread out to both sides of the valley. From this height, Takla could clearly see their movements of dispatching troops.

They are on alert and ready for any possible battle.

No matter how much theory has been studied, it is only something on paper. This is the first time Takla has seen the standard actions of an official army. In a small country that is often plundered by orc tribes, Takla's gaze was fixed on every movement of them, and he raised his hand and made a gesture.

The long wind blew through the low bushes and rough rocks, and amidst the rustling sound of the camouflage, the black metal muzzles were slowly lifted up one by one.

Two orcs have already moved those two things out. They are much heavier than equivalent stones. The surface of the earth green paint is cold and smooth, and it seems that the handwork is extremely delicate. They are holding this big and heavy thing carefully. After taking two steps, they put them on the ground. This probably "alchemy product" only had a square pattern on one side, and they instinctively turned this side towards the shamans and orcs in the distance.

The square pattern on that side is not a totem or a coat of arms, but four very simple words - "This side faces the enemy".

The two orcs turned and followed the string extending from the same point above their horns to discover where the other end was. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in the process, and they picked up the slender, soft string. , pulled a bit very naturally.

The current generated by the wire at that moment came to the wedge-shaped igniter, and the mercury fulminate in the detonator chamber was instantly ignited, and the violent explosion was transmitted to the concentrated explosive weighing five kilograms below. More than 1000 steel balls and hundreds of sharp prefabricated fragments in the anti-personnel directional mine poured forward together, forming a metal barrage tens of meters wide and nearly two meters high, covering a distance of 50 meters in less than a blink of an eye. Jumping into the team of orcs who have not yet reacted, the wooden-skinned shield is as thin as paper in front of this weapon that is far beyond the times, and the steel balls and fragments carrying extremely high energy penetrate the flesh and blood one after another. In the place covered by the metal storm, all the standing orcs fell down in pieces, like weeds blown by the wind!

A louder noise than ever before was transmitted to the central army along with the ground shaking. Padra, who was talking with an old shaman, stood up suddenly, and even the big shaman showed surprise.

"What's going on... Mal!"

Padra quickly stepped out of the huge car.

Takla leaned on the cannon body and got up half-kneeling. The loader opened the ammunition box and picked up a big-headed shell with both hands. Takla glanced at his watch.

"Fire ready—scale 4oo, right o33, team—"

There was no longer any need for concealment, the high-pitched voice of command was transmitted layer by layer in the mountain wind, "—4 salvo!"

A row of black dots rose from the hilltop on the left side of the valley, and the screams of shells tearing through the air enveloped the entire sky. Padra raised his head in shock like the other orcs. The appearance of the object, the explosion happened less than thirty steps away from him, and the violent shock wave swept him back one after another. The orcs who came running from behind supported him, but then he jumped violently The ground let them all fall.

The power of the forty mortar shells exploding at the same time not only swept away most of the orcs within the range, but also hit all over the command center of the Chinese army, paralyzing their ability to command and respond almost instantly.The orcs, who had only been shocked by the thunder a few times just now, finally encountered their first real attack. The attack method was so unreasonable, and the damage was astonishing. The loud sound caused by the concentrated artillery fire, and the metal fragments flying around, spread with the shock wave. The horror brought by the gunpowder smoke and dust, and the flying flesh fragments not only frightened the mounts into madness, but even the orcs were too frightened to react. They began to be confused, and their enemies would not give them much time to accept the reality.

Before the surrounding orc generals and tribal leaders had time to suppress and gather the team, even before they could react, another round of howling came from the mountain, this time from their right rear.The same forty rounds were fired in volley, and the impact points were concentrated on the huge entrance of the valley. Between the main force of the valley and the follow-up team, this round of artillery fire created a wide no-man's belt with craters and broken limbs.The large number of convoys outside the valley were already in disarray when the main body of the army was attacked.

Less than a moment later, the third and fourth artillery positions in the valley also started their fire.

Limited by the material and quality of the shooter, the bombardment cannot be considered very accurate, because the gunner is afraid that the gunner will accidentally shoot blind cannons that accidentally injure friendly troops. The range of the scale has been limited to one range, and only multi-point arrangements can be used to ensure overall coverage. Nowadays, anyone who is under the mountain is an enemy, and 3 to [-] people gather on a land less than one square kilometer, and not a single shot will be lost.

After a few rounds of test firing, the shooting points on both sides of the valley began to adjust their ballistics, switching to alternate attacks, and the shooting points also changed from concentrated to scattered, and cloud after cloud of smoke rose from the valley, gradually connecting into one, formation, weapon And personal force is useless in the face of these terrible weapons. The orcs without any trenches and fortifications are howling and struggling in the hell of flames. The screams from above are like the howling of a banshee. In a stable place, they could no longer see the color of the sky, what they sucked in was fire, what they spit out was blood, and the death plow of artillery fire moved back and forth, plowing them into trembling fragments one by one, and then crushing them into fine powder.

The orcs began to collapse. They dropped their mounts and weapons and fled in all directions. Most of them remembered the direction of the entrance. Running desperately outside under the endless artillery fire, many people died on the way, but some people rushed through the artificial isolation zone and ran towards the convoy that was retreating in a panic.

When these orcs snatched the horses and shouted loudly to make the convoy turn around and flee immediately, a rain of arrows suddenly shot from the side. Amidst the sound of piercing through the air, dozens of people fell down in response, causing screams and screams at the feet of wolves. Amidst the characteristic vibrations of stepping on the ground, a powerful cavalryman riding on the back of a giant wolf rushed out of the dense forest beside the valley. The thick formation and swift speed quickly broke through the flow of fleeing people.