What did you do with the dice?

"Let me give you an example. Generally speaking, the human body is very good at deceiving us. For example, if you didn't cover yourself properly with the quilt last night and you wake up with an itchy throat, what would the average person think? They would think, oh, I just caught a cold, a minor cold, it's normal."

Hengzhi had never heard of colds or anything like that since he was a child. After all, he was a paladin, and he had seen people suffering from plagues and curses, but he had never heard of a sore throat caused by not covering the quilt properly. What kind of nonsense was Rusalka talking about?

But seeing how confident he was, Hengzhi thought that he might be inexperienced until now.

But the following words made him suspect that it was not that he lacked experience, but that he might not have learned the common language.

Rusalka slowly stepped forward and continued, "If you think that way, then you'll be an ordinary person for the rest of your life. If you know how to use the search engine Baidu, it will tell you that you actually have a terminal illness and can make arrangements for your funeral. The difference between a cold and a terminal illness is like the thickness of the watershed that separates ordinary people from me. This is what it means to believe in the power of technology!"

"Now that I've mastered this power that transcends my own self, how can you, an ordinary person who only thinks you have a minor cold, fight against me, an invincible person who has already made arrangements for his funeral?"

"That's why it's called the Supreme Saint Slash. It's because it's the ultimate in "Ruzhi" and the holy in "Sheng". And you're neither "Ruzhi" nor "Sheng" enough. Therefore, I use the Supreme Saint Slash, while you use the Only Slash. The gap between you and me, whether innate or acquired, cannot be made up. This is a flaw!"

"Now, do you understand why you are no match for me?"

Hengzhi didn't understand at all, and confusion was all over his face.

But this is definitely not his fault, because even the Sanita on the Guided Explosives found Rusalka's words astonishing. Not to mention 20 intelligence, it seems that even 40 intelligence may not be able to understand it. If it needs to be deciphered, the prerequisite may be less than or equal to 5 intelligence.

AI will never be able to replace humans, probably because there are still sad beings like our own brothers in the world.

"Although I completely don't understand what you said, it's not up to you to decide whether I'm your opponent or not. Until I'm completely defeated, the outcome is still uncertain!"

A holy light shrouded Hengzhi like smoke, seemingly planning a sudden burst of energy. After all, most Paladins possessed some despair-inducing skills. The blade in his hand ignited with blazing flames, and with a single step, a fire of devotion blocked the entire street.

But at this moment, the surrounding flames suddenly gathered together, and then turned into a blue bubble, wrapping his body, and rising slowly into the air. The bubble was filled with holy fire. Hengzhi swung the giant sword to try to break the cage, but he never expected that the barrier of the bubble was as invisible as water. The giant sword pierced out without any hindrance, but could not hurt it at all.

Weishas aimed her two fins at the bubble in the air and closed them together. From the perspective, it looked as if she was holding the bubble with her two fins. As she slowly swung her arms, the bubble also changed its position in the air and gradually flew away. "Lord Pearl Tear, I'm here to help you get rid of this bad guy who's preventing us from playing games!"

Rusalka really wanted to say to Vishas, ​​you are wrong again. In fact, he is a rare good guy among humans.

But before he could open his mouth, in a flash, a pitch-black spike cut through the sky and quickly penetrated the bubbles in the air before anyone could react. The black mist quickly spread in the bubbles, swallowing up all the gold.

When the black fog fell to the ground, Phoenix emerged from the fog, swung the blade in his hand without looking back, licked it handsomely on his tongue, sucked the vitality of the small red ball condensed in it into his mouth and swallowed it, which was a correct demonstration to Rusalka who licked the knife and dripped her own blood last time.

A second later, there was a loud "pop" sound, and in the blink of an eye, the black bubble burst in mid-air. The black mist swirled in the air and returned to Phoenix's body like a wanderer returning home. Water splashed down like a fountain, and Hengzhi fell out with a big hole in his chest.

His body was rapidly drying up and decaying, falling from the sky to the ground like a kite with a broken string, unable to move anymore.

He used up his last bit of strength, raised his head slightly, glared at Rusalka and Phoenix beside him, and said his last words: "You... despicable..."

After saying this, he lost his life and died completely.

I always thought the battle process was that the cat got defeated and then had to save the situation by itself. I never thought that the cat could successfully launch a sneak attack on Rusalka. I felt a little sorry for the opponent in my heart: (ah this...)

Sanita: (That's good. Phoenix and Vesas really understand that combat requires efficiency. You should learn from them and see how they coordinate.)

Rusalka: (We both play Holy Light, and I feel like fighting like this is a bit unethical.)

Sani Tieta: (You mean, you let a guy like you who hasn't trained for a few days since crossing over and whose strength comes from cheating with points crush him in all directions, and then before being sent away, he had to listen to a few meaningless whispers of the ancient gods. This is what you call full of martial virtue?)

Thinking about it this way, I feel that being killed by Maomao's sneak attack seems to be a glorious death. After all, Maomao has been practicing for more than a hundred years, so it is not unfair to lose to her.

Weishas glanced at Hengzhi lying on the ground, then looked at Phoenix and asked, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, Phoenix devoured his life force. He's probably dead."

Weishas nodded and said something that made people feel a little uneasy: "Cats are good, they are not picky about food."

If it's really for food, then everything seems very reasonable.

In the eyes of most sea creatures, killing without eating is a rather strange thing, unless there is some direct hatred between the two. Therefore, sea creatures have hardly been on land for thousands of years, because there is food in the sea, and there is no need to eat humans who are both "unpalatable" and "unpalatable". The war is launched only because of simple bloodline suppression and obedience to orders.

Therefore, most of the sea creatures today hold this idea: "Although my tribe is fighting with humans on the earth, it is actually just because the higher-ups want to try something new, but I myself neither like nor hate humans, and I don't want to try them."

Rusalka took the opportunity to scare Weishas, ​​who was lamenting the fragility of humans, and said, "Aren't you afraid that she'll treat you as her food reserve and eat you one day?"

Phoenix felt that Rusalka was teasing Vishas on the surface, but was actually teasing her, so she swung Rusalka's tail.

Weishas replied very proudly: "I'm not afraid, because mermaids are not delicious!"

You spoke as if she knew the smell, which was scary. Could it be that besides the nickname of Water Nymph, you actually have another nickname among the mermaids called Hannibal?

"That's hard to say. Do you know why Phoenix kept cutting your wrists?"

"why?"

“Because you are what you eat.”

Phoenix stomped her feet on the ground, and black mist spread out from the shadow under Rusalka's feet, like a spring erupting, sending Rusalka high into the sky.

Sanitta said helplessly: (Ever since Phoenix followed you, you haven't changed much. She's really getting more and more outrageous. She even flirted with you on the battlefield without any tension at all. It's simply outrageous. Stop playing. A small team of a thousand people has been teleported up from the first floor in the northern area. They are suspected to be a mobile force equipped with magical equipment. Be careful and don't let them get too close. Send the heavy armored infantry to hold the northern line, and cooperate with the ordnance battalion to provide suppressive firepower.)

Rushaka was flying in mid-air when he heard his brother's voice. He turned around and saw the group going against the fleeing crowd. After landing, he immediately reached out to Phoenix to get him something from the black fog space. "Quick, I need a metronome."

A mechatron? When did he hide such a tool?

If he wasn't busy giving full command of the missile launcher, Sunita would have already started looking through the chat history.

Phoenix reached out his hand and groped in the black mist at the side for a while. Seeing that this was something that could be stored in the shadow plane, Sanita felt relieved: at least it showed that this was not a magical item of extraordinary quality.

But his hope soon died because he saw Phoenix groping out a piece of bamboo strung together with a rope from inside and handed it to Rusalka.

If he hadn't been affected by some cognitive pollution, this thing would have a more professional academic name on Earth - allegro.

Then, Rusalka waved her hand, struck the clapper, and sang rhythmically to the messenger: "Eight hundred standard-bearers are rushing to the north slope, the artillerymen are running side by side to the north, the artillerymen are afraid of hitting the standard-bearers, and the standard-bearers are afraid of hitting the artillerymen's guns."

The messenger next to him didn't move after hearing this, his right half of his face twitched, and he stood there in a daze: eh?

Rusalka stopped clapping and said seriously, "Didn't you understand? Pass the order. Deploy 800 heavily armored infantrymen to the open area to the north to form a shield formation to meet the enemy. Have the ordnance battalion simultaneously fire their ordnance northward, aiming at the enemy. Be careful not to accidentally injure the friendly forces ahead; the enemy is also afraid of our ordnance."

The messenger seemed to be lost in thought, and then he seemed to have a flash of enlightenment in his mind, and then he was moved: What a good lord, when I was so helpless and almost delayed the opportunity to fight, he still explained to me so patiently.

Decades later, lying on his bed, the messenger thought until his death that he had not studied military terminology hard enough, which led to his failure to understand the first half of Rusalka's sentence. So from that day on, the gears of fate began to turn, and he began to study hard, and eventually became the best tactical translator in the entire Zhulei Territory.

But the more he studied, the more profound and difficult to understand Rusalka's words became. After all, none of the tactical books recorded even a single word from that lord, which showed that his wisdom was groundbreaking and his knowledge reserves were as deep as the ocean. But that's another story.

The person responsible for remotely contacting the captain of the support force using telepathic magic was none other than the old wizard in the council. "Sanshui Xinyu is a traitor to this school! She's actually put most of the leaders of the Free City army under house arrest."

"Teacher, I've long seen that she's incredibly ambitious. Who would spend a full 16 hours a day working and studying? I wrote a letter of accusation to the president of the parliament, saying she must be secretly plotting something, abusing her position to infiltrate state secrets. It's a pity that the president of the parliament is obsessed..."

"Be careful! The entire magic circle covering Liberty City has been fully activated. 1200 soldiers were actually able to be transported directly from all over the place individually. This level of magical power and control precision is simply beyond human reach. I'm afraid the current Council President may no longer be the same Mo Wujue."

"Who could that be? How dare he impersonate the Council President?"

After he asked this question, the old wizard suddenly realized that it was completely reasonable for this loyal fool to be so sincere to the school, but he was always suppressed by Sanshui Xinyu and Qi Weiya.

Chapter 380 Twin Towers Free Communication War (11)

The training methods of Esterlun's soldiers are different from those of Snidi. Their physical training has been placed second, and the first priority is "training in the use of alchemical tools."

Esterlun, who has preserved a large number of historical equipment left by the Lord of Time, has gradually mastered more advanced alchemical production technology in the process of mass production based on the analytical law that those who seek the best will get the middle and those who seek the middle will get the lowest.

So when the furnaces in Sinidi's processing plant were ablaze, and the craftsmen were sweating as they poured molten iron into molds, and then used forging hammers to hammer the condensed wrought iron into steel, Esterlen replaced the final process of refining the material itself with "alchemy" + "engraving magic circuits" + "magic crystal assembly".

Therefore, the craftsmen of Sinidi are craftsmen when they pick up hammers, soldiers when they pick up knives, and qualified heavy armored infantrymen when they put on heavy armor. Apart from military formations and commands, they do not need any additional training in physical fitness.

Most of the mid-level and above craftsmen in Estelon are unemployed because they only need to drill holes for the finished products to enchant them. They never see the sun all day and most of them are not near the fire, so it cannot be considered as physical work.

Only apprentices who never learn alchemy and low-level craftsmen who fail to master it need to use furnaces and molds for years.

Although it lost the violence of the heavy sword and iron armor, what Estren gained was a simple version of the missile staff - the magic pistol - that was easy to carry and could be used by anyone as long as they knew a little magic and could lift a kilogram or two.

The thousand men that came to support Esterlen arrived late. At this time, almost half of the second floor had been completely reduced to ruins. They looked at the Twin Towers, which most people could not even dream of entering, or even if they entered, they could only live on the bottom floor and could never go up. The second floor, the talent floor, was now filled with fleeing residents and destroyed buildings, and was in ruins.

The prosperity of the past has now come to this end, which makes people feel sad about the impermanence of life, but also inevitably a little happy.

But they are soldiers, and the battlefield does not leave them too much time to sigh and enjoy the scenery. Nothing is more important than staying alive now. In order to stay alive, they must do their job well according to the commander's orders.

"Everyone, attention, form a staggered firing formation!"

This troop seemed well-trained. Even though they arrived in a hurry and had no time to catch their breath and steady their pace, they were able to quickly divide themselves into three neat rows while moving.

But if you think about it carefully, if there is no need for a lot of fighting skills and physical training, then the only training items left are formation and formation changes.

As the order was given, Estrom's soldiers took out the pistols on their waists and aimed them at the phalanx on Rusalka's side.

Meanwhile, the ordnance battalion on Rusalka's side was still at the stage where the aircraft carrier had just turned around, and they were slowly positioning the heavy crossbow carts and adjusting the shooting angles and positions.

There is also a set of processes afterwards, such as having the loader hold the heavy crossbow arrow and put it into the arrow slot, press the mechanism, input magic power to prepare for shooting, and the same is true for catapults and fireball carts. The main point is that the greater the power, the greater the pre-swing.

When Rusalka saw through the telescope that the other party all showed off the very representative cylinder + black hole shape, it would be pure bragging to say that she was not panicked at all. Although she traveled through time, the genetic instinct in her bones could not be avoided.

Rusalka: (Oh no, Lord Sanitta, it seems that times have suddenly changed! It seems that the knights can no longer rely on their cavalry to suppress the black people in the cotton fields!)

"shooting!"

Following the orders from the opposing commander, the alchemists fired egg-sized magic shells from their guns. Countless missiles streaked across the sky and the battlefield, hitting the tower shield wall array erected in advance like raindrops, and then exploded into balls of magic streams.

The opponent's formation still used Napoleon's musketeer gradient design, with almost no gaps between the three rows and three rounds, which perfectly demonstrated the saturated firepower suppression.

The veins on the arms of the soldiers behind the tower shield bulged. The ones in front couldn't hold on any longer, so the ones behind immediately took over. With the help of two or three people who took turns to support the shield in front of them, they worked together to hold up the shield.

As the tower shield in front of him shook violently like a storm, he gritted his teeth and desperately withstood the impact of the magic explosion.

The result was that after this entire round of volleys, apart from some slight dents and defects on the thick tower shield wall, at least the entire shield formation remained intact under such an attack. Except for a few soldiers whose arms were broken and bleeding, there were no casualties.

Even the soldiers of Estelon looked at this place in disbelief, unable to believe that their advanced weapons were actually broken by these ancient shields.

Of course, this is not because their hand cannon is useless, but because the equipment of the soldiers of the Pearl Tears Territory is now too sophisticated and is no longer comparable to the past. Even if placed on the same battlefield of Sinidi, this heavy infantry can rely on its equipment advantage to stand firm under the rain of arrows and the bombardment of small and medium-sized magic and be invincible.

Sanita: (Huh? What did you just say to our Pearl Tear Territory's super military industrial product, which was produced with 335% efficiency?)

Rusalka immediately laughed smugly and said, "Sir, times haven't changed. It seems we're still in the Dragon Era. Sure enough, in a fantasy world, plate armor and greatswords are the only truly invincible units! And doesn't that 335% mean 3.35x the production speed? What does that have to do with bulletproofing?"

Sani Iron Tower: (Guess how thick the material of our country's armored vehicles is? That stuff is already bombproof. In this world, although there are no alloys, the strength of ordinary single-element materials is much higher than on Earth. And this bonus is not just about production speed. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone become a four-gold Palu? Wouldn't that be a disaster in reality?)

(Actually, based on how the system often rationalizes numerical bonuses based on the worldview, the quality rate and quality ceiling of our military products have been significantly increased. I'm guessing you've never cared about this. If you don't believe me, you can pick up a tower shield and see what the system says.)

Rusalka had never been so averse to touching the soldiers' equipment. He was a man who never cared about any military affairs, so naturally he didn't know about this kind of thing. Just as his brother mentioned it, he became interested. He found a few soldiers who were carrying shields and were about to be sent to the front line, borrowed their shield and touched it, and by the way triggered the [Secondary Furnace] effect to identify its quality.

【Tower Shield. Perfect】

[Quality: Ordinary]

Effect: AC +3 (2+1)

[Entry bonus: AC +1, durability becomes 3 times that of the tower shield.]

[Note: Does it look familiar? Yes, this is the shield the super soldier holds.]

Although this shield is not as strong as the obsidian shield in Rusalka's hand, it has to be admitted that it is made of only common mineral materials and ordinary assembly line technology, and it does deserve a perfect entry on the numerical panel.

This group of Esterlen may be elite, but Sinidi's soldiers have been trained in the Sani Tower for a long time and have their own special tactics. After the front row finished this round, not only did the personnel rotate immediately, but the back row also took over like a crawler conveyor, sending a new batch of tower shieldmen to the front line and erecting a new shield wall.

The soldiers who transported the shield that Rusalka had just taken away were from the "supply battalion" newly established by Sanita after returning from the battle of Alice City. It was also a functional force that was rarely seen in the previous organization of Sinidi, and was specifically responsible for transporting combat equipment and consumables on the battlefield.

In a normal fight, if your sword is broken, you can pick it up from the enemy's corpse or the ground. Use whatever weapon you touch. When you run out of arrows, go to close combat or retreat to the rear to resupply. Basically, after a round of fighting, both sides of the ranged attack will go to close combat and there is no need to shoot arrows.

Sani Tieta established this force after the Battle of Alice City, because through this defense of the city, he deeply realized that Sinidi lacked a systematic "supply force". No matter which part of the supplies for defending the city was in short supply, they had to rely on the front line to send people back to cry poor, saying that they could not do it anymore and had run out of ammunition and food.

In the end, which section to send people to, what to send, and how much to send all depend on the commander's mood when giving the order, and how much the idle reserve troops around him can transport.

This is definitely not acceptable. How can we fight like this? The commander is not omnipotent. What if he ends up on the front lines himself?

Everyone thought about going to the front line. The purpose of establishing this army was certainly not to fight against others. He sent them here just for actual combat training. The real purpose was to make full preparations for a protracted defensive battle when facing the demons at home.

There are too many variables in fighting demons. He certainly cannot let himself become the variable with the greatest impact. He must diversify the risks. If one day he is gone, Zhu Lei's army can still operate smoothly with 80% efficiency. He feels that the military will be completely perfect.

Oh, by the way, let’s just talk about how to replenish supplies. What about those shields that were damaged and rotten after the bombing?

The answer is to throw it directly on the ground and discard it, then look at it after you are done with it, or just throw it away.

We are the Duke of Zhulei now. Do we need your wealth to fight a war? Not to mention that arms are already the major export commodity of Zhulei Territory. As long as no one dies in the war, everything will be fine. Wasting some weapons and equipment is like pouring milk into the river, and it also solves the problem of overproduction.

"Shoot at the target and defeat them!"

"Long live Pearl Tears!"

As the attack whistle of the ordnance battalion sounded, the fully drawn crossbows and catapults were instantly activated, and arrows and flying stones flew out from the formation and fell towards Estelon's three rows of formations.

Those Esterlun soldiers were wearing light armor and had no shields. Of course, they could not take such a blow head-on, otherwise they would definitely lose their lives. They hurriedly took out another cross-shaped magic prop with a handle and activated it.

The magic power uses the cross as the basis, and a transparent barrier is spread out around it, forming a series of magic shields. Although these magic shields look very thin, they are actually quite strong. They will only break when hit by several arrows or stones at the same time, or when the base rod in the middle is broken.

However, the Rusalka army's projections were saturated. They did not care about the cost and gaps at all. They loaded whenever they could and fired whenever they could. These rounds of ordnance volleys had completely suppressed the Esterlen army, resulting in a one-time loss of nearly a hundred soldiers. For a force of only a thousand people, the number of deaths was close to 10%, and the casualties were close to 20%. If they failed to achieve certain results in the short term, their morale would drop instantly and be on the verge of collapse.

"call out--"

Suddenly, several flares exploded in the air, and the Esterlen soldiers were cheered up when they saw them.

"It's the Battle Mage unit from the School of Knowledge! Support is coming!"

Until then, support from the battle mage troop from the School of Knowledge finally arrived, but they were the most elite magic troop on the side of Estron. Hundreds of people dressed as mages flew arrogantly over the low altitude above the city occupied by the Pearl Tear Army. The arrows that hit them would only be bounced off by the automatically popped-out magic barrier. Only a few arrows from the elves could accurately penetrate their barrier.

After several people were killed by the elves, they immediately crushed another prop on their bodies. A pitch-black space instantly enveloped the entire city. It had the effect of swallowing light, and even the strong wind could not blow away the black curtain.