A soldier is a bear and a bear is a crotch, which is about the influence of generals in the army.

The generals will have any kind of army. McGonagall is timid, and the escorts under his command are also very cowardly.

There were still five hundred steps away from the big lake named Shishui Lake that Loken and the others encountered last time, so McGonagall stopped.

The strength of the Guards is far less than that of the Guards, and McGonagall is not Loken. Even Loken cannot get much benefit from the fishman by the lake, and McGonagall cannot do it even more. It is absolutely impossible to let McGonagall lead the army to fight the fishman directly like Loken.

The Death-God-type machine is arranged in two rows, and each fifty-table is regarded as a line of defense.

"All the recruits are moving, hurry up."

After standing in front, Magne observed the Shushui Lake hundreds of steps away and urged the guards behind him to come.

Although Snyder, a goblin, was quite hateful to McGonagall, if it weren't for the Death-God-type aircraft he created, Roger wouldn't have called McGonagall and handed over the mission of this battle to the Red Ridge Guards. But one thing McGonagall cannot refuse to admit is that if Snyder hadn't built the Red Ridge Guards, the Red Ridge Guards.

Look at the moment, the first group of veterans of the Guards were flying one hundred Death-type aircraft, and the new recruits performed well and took over the one hundred Death-type prototype aircraft. As for the remaining three hundred people, they were not assigned to the Death-type aircraft, and they were equipped with other weapons.

Compared to those who look majestic, these 300 new recruits do not take the weapons they allocated. They have never been on the battlefield and have no intuitive understanding of the firearm weapons made by Snyder by their lords. Many people are skeptical about whether such weapons that can be easily raised with one hand can be used on the battlefield. Who makes it look so similar to a fire stick? If there is a difference, it is the difference between a fire stick and a bundle of fire sticks.

Because they have no confidence in the weapons they use, psychological factors have directly affected their physical health, and the movements of the 300 new recruits are much slower than usual training.

Seeing this, McGrath was so angry that he jumped: "Didn't you eat? Why are you so slow? Hurry up, give me a quicker time, who can slow down and see if I won't chop him up."

It’s not that McGonagall was angry. Roger was watching them behind him, but the soldiers under him were disconnected at this time, which was a terrible person.

After being scolded by McGonagall, the recruits finally gave their chief face. Their movements accelerated a lot and soon installed ten weapons that needed to be assembled.

He saw everything in his eyes, and Roger had no expression on his face. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to hand over the battle to McGonagall. In fact, he did not remember all the entire performance of the guards. Roger was not ordinary about the first army in his territory. He would leave those shortcomings he had recorded after returning to McGonagall to improve.

Crack! Crack!…

The friction sounds made during the debugging and integration of metal accessories seemed extremely crisp on the empty lake shore. The sound was so far away that it alarmed the fishman in Zhishui Lake.

Originally, the Guards' total of 200 Death Machines made a lot of noise. When Mags and the others arrived, the fishmen in the lake noticed it. However, because the Guards were still far from Zhishui Lake, the fishmen did not rush out in a hurry.

Not rushing out does not mean that the fishmen do not want to attack, but they are waiting, but after waiting for a long time, the creatures in the sixth place still did not continue to approach Zhishui Lake, and the fish people were anxious.

Originally, the fishmen were not a patient race. During the period when the guards assembled weapons, they had cleaned up the few patiences of the fishmen. So, the fishmen who had lost their patience appeared on the water.

From the perspective of McGonagall, this scene turned out to be broken in the calm lake. However, in two or three breaths, one fish head after another appeared on the lake. The number of these fish heads was as large as six or seven hundred. They were crowded on the water near the lake shore, densely packed, and could kill the dense phobia.

Here comes!

Roger looked closely and found that the gills of those fishmen were blue, which were the ones who had fought with Loken last time.

"blue

Colorful gills... blue gilled fishman?"

Roger is not clear about how the name of the fishman clan is chosen, but the name is used to call it. The more image the better, just like Barkley's Black Scale clan is taken from the black scales on their body. It is quite vivid to name the fishman clan in Zhishui Lake as the Blue-gilled Fishman.

"Front defense!"

Roger saw it, and of course McGonagall saw it too. The commander of the escort army turned a little pale and his voice became a little hoarse.

Although he had fought with the fishman at the Red Ridge Collar and had confidence in winning the battle with the fishman, the country was easy to change and his nature was hard to change. At this moment, McGonagall's timidity still made fear hold his heart.

Roger frowned, and he pushed open the car door and stood on the shaft.

Seeing him appear, McGonagall slowly calmed down.

With the powerful Lord as the backing, victory will definitely belong to us.

McGonagall was angry for himself.

Since I am sure to win, why am I still panic? What's the scary thing about me?

Gradually, McGonagall returned to normal.

After calming down, McGonagall began to look at his normal level.

Seeing that more and more fishmen were gathering on the lake, and some fishmen were already swimming towards the shore, and they were about to start attacking, McGonagall decided to take action first.

He turned his head and shouted at the three hundred new recruits who had assembled their weapons: "Put on the back line, prepare..."

Although they had no confidence in the weapons in their hands, the recruits did what they should do under the orders of their chiefs. They put the sealed metal tubes of the pillars with long forearms and thick arms, pointed front and flat back into the weapon's firing tube.

Just after they finished this, McGonagall's order came: "Let it go!"

The recruits who received the order hit the bottom of the firing tube with a small metal hammer. The sound of metal hitting, the firing tube made a banging sound, and then a sharp sound torn apart the sky.

Roger closed his eyes, and it was difficult for the naked eye to keep up with the shooting of the shells. If you want to see this battle more clearly, you can only use your mental power to perceive it.

Cannonball?

That's right, it's the shells.

The metal barrels that were shot out from the firing tube were shells.

No one in the guards, including Commander Mag, knew that Roger was most looking forward to not the battle between the Death Machine and the Fishman, but the weapons in the hands of the 300 new recruits who were not favored by others.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Balls of fire exploded on the Zhishui Lake, like blooming flowers after blooming.

The flowers in nature are pleasing to the eye, representing life and vitality, and the sparks exploded by shells are cruel and dazzling, symbolizing destruction and death.

"One volley shot solved two hundred fishmen, and the goblin mortar was very powerful. Of course, this was also related to the fact that fishmen were too dense."

Roger's mouth slightly raised, with excitement and expectation in it.

It is time for guns and cannon weapons to officially take the battlefield.
Chapter completed!