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Chapter 30 The Sea of ??People - Assault Tactics(1/2)

In the multinational alliance.

Central hinterland.

A region called New Hazwell, Hazburg, the capital of the region, is now in a huge dilemma.

The millions of Sausage Lottany-Filech three-national coalition forces have been surrounded by Hazburg and launched wave after wave of attacks.

"Da da da da da da da da da~"

"Tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tuku tu

On the Hazburg wall, which is similar to the bastion structure, hundreds of fire points spit out flames, weave fire nets, and sweep through the array of indigenous army.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpangpang

However, the killing effect of the firepower net is not significant. The dense rain of bullets is mostly blocked by the steel shields raised by the indigenous soldiers, and only a small part of them causes the killing effect.

"Open the fire and hit hard!"

"Don't let those natives get half a step closer to the castle!"

"Fake, fight, keep fighting!"

At the top of the city wall, Jack Brondo, who was commanding the defense, looked crazy and tired, his eyes were covered with blood, and he roared to give orders to the guards behind the wall.

However, most of the city guards who were fighting were natives of Xuanmeng Continent.

Most of them only undergo brief military training.

He was even recently discharged from his slavery.

He has extremely low military literacy, is not very familiar with the guns in his hands, and does not understand what Jack Browndo said. He only knows how to pull the trigger, and the firepower cannot be stopped.

"KaKa~" The rifle in the soldier's hand got stuck.

"Ah!" Another soldier screamed with blood on his face, and the chamber exploded, the barrel became red and overheated, and the chamber exploded directly.

"There are no bullets, all the magazines are used up."

"My bullets are used up, who can give me some bullets?"

More soldiers said that the bullets were used up, and looked around blankly and asked for it, but they were all facing the situation where the ammunition was about to be exhausted or had been used up, and their faces began to be filled with panic.

Because there is no ammunition, the rifles in their hands are no different from fire sticks.

"Master, we have no bullets anymore, what should we do?"

More and more soldiers looked at Jack Brondo helplessly, and some soldiers even asked.

"You guys keep guarding here, I'll think of a way to find some ammunition, Peter, Emmons, you two come with me!"

Jack Brondo called two white human guards to his side, and at the same time warned the native soldiers on the city wall with a fierce look on his face and said, "Without my order, none of you can leave without authorization, otherwise you will be shot immediately!"

“Yes, master.”

The indigenous soldiers responded weakly.

...

At this moment, outside the castle.

The Three Kingdoms Alliance, on the rear edge of the huge army, was an inconspicuous camp.

"Report! The firepower on the enemy castle has been greatly weakened, and some walls have not even firepower shot out." A soldier came in to report.

"Okay! It seems that their ammunition is almost exhausted."

"The opportunity has come, Lord Sword Saint, I suggest launching an assault immediately to eliminate the devil in the city!" A general suggested.

"It has been besieged for three days. Has the ammunition in the city really been exhausted?"

An old man sitting in the head said, tapping his finger on the low table in front of him.

The old man's head is covered with silver hair, combed back, like a needle, a square face, a deep gaze, a burly figure, and a half-white beard on his mouth, was meticulously taken care of, exuding a mature and majestic temperament.

He wore a sword-shaped badge on his chest and a white warrior robe. He was the seventh sword saint of the Sausage Empire - the sword saint Harut, who was named "Sword of Brave". Although he was over 100 years old and his condition was declining, in order to eliminate the devils from outside the sky, he resolutely joined the war of siege.

"Ms. Beatries, what do you think about this?"

Harut turned his head and looked at the female mage sitting next to him, holding a crystal staff, wearing a gorgeous robe, noble and elegant temperament, and plump and mature figure.

The female mage is named Beatrice. She looks like she is in her forties. She comes from the Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Freich. Although she is only at the level of a great magician, she is far inferior to the holy magician. However, considering that magicians are far rarer than sword energy masters, many fields can play a greater role.

Therefore, in this military tent, Beatre's status is on par with him. Haruth would ask her for any major decision.

"Sword Saint, I think I can attack."

Beatrice nodded and said.

"good!"

Harut slapped the table: "According to the established plan, start the assault and take down this castle!"

...

The established plan Harut mentioned is actually very simple.

What those devils from outside the sky are best at are all kinds of hot weapons and the ultimate weapon called "nuclear bombs".

Harut had witnessed the power of a nuclear bomb explosion with his own eyes. He admitted that even if he was in the range of a nuclear bomb, he would not be able to escape without hesitation. The power was so terrifying that the holy magician's forbidden spell magic could not be compared with it.

Not to mention nuclear bombs, those artillery shells, missiles, bombs fired by the devil's control of weapons, and charges of several kilograms to hundreds of kilograms can also pose a fatal threat to him, and he is not sure at all able to withstand it.

Even if the bullet with the least powerful one is possessed by the war energy, he can not be afraid of most bullets' attacks, but what if it is the bullet fired by a large-caliber sniper rifle?

The upper limit of defense of the Battle Qi possession does not exceed titanium alloy.

But even titanium alloy and large-caliber sniper rifle can drill into a small hole.

The devils from outside were extremely weak in their bodies, but they used the power of external objects to the extreme. They had the ability to conquer the entire Okai Empire in just a few years and also brought endless panic to other surrounding countries.

It even attracted the attention of the Magic Association...

Fortunately, now, the end of the devils is finally coming, and the final judgment is about to come to the devils.

Therefore, on the first day of the 500 million alliance army launching a general attack, it achieved great success, and the devils were defeated and retreated frantically.

There were only thousands of hot suns, after the sky lit up one after another.

The Three Kingdoms coalition also suffered heavy damage, losing at least 50 million troops, and the offensive stopped for a while.

Fortunately, after some discussion, the senior commanders brainstormed and finally came up with a practical set of tactics, calling it "sea of ​​people-assault tactics".

The so-called "sea of ​​people" refers to the ordinary soldiers and strong farmers recruited, who made them a group of 100,000, 300,000, or 500,000, holding shields in their hands, pushing dirt trucks, and pushing forward in the rain of bullets, to achieve the purpose of consuming ammunition.

Even if such a "sea of ​​people" may be bombed indiscriminately and taken away by "nuclear bombs", these are just cannon fodder and are quite good at consuming the devil's ammunition.

The one that really plays a final role is the "Assault Team" composed of power units such as sword energy masters, magicians, etc. Once the devils' ammunition is almost exhausted, the assault team will come when it comes to functioning.

For example, this army that was besieging Hazburg was led by the swordsman Harut himself to launch the final blow.

"The free and easy wind spirit, please come to me and follow my call...the Great Hurricane Technique!"

The great magician Beatrix, holding a crystal staff, and with several junior mages, released a level seven hurricane technique towards the city of Hatzburg.

A tornado with a diameter of over 100 meters was born out of thin air, and with a rotation speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, heading straight towards the city.

"ah!!"

Amid the screams, some of the soldiers on the city walls were blown to a high altitude, and they were a little unsteady in standing, holding tightly on items that could be fixed.

"Care with me!"

The sword saint Harut roared, drew out his long sword, ran and accelerated, and stepped on the vertical wall, which was surprisingly rising to the city wall more than 20 meters high.

"not good!"

The remaining soldiers on the city wall screamed and prepared to resist. A crescent-shaped white sword energy slashed by, and suddenly found that he was falling down. He lowered his head and saw that his body was broken into two pieces.

Quickly deal with the resistance on the city wall, the sword saint Harut slashed at the city gate again, and a loud bang, and the city gate was violently broken open.

"Run!"

Some of the commando forces waiting at the city gate also drew their swords and roared into the city.

...

City Lord's Mansion.

The group walked in a hurry.

Suddenly, when he heard a huge noise, Jack Brondo's face changed drastically!

"The enemy has entered the city."

"Jack, run away quickly, or we will die!" assistant Peter suggested.

"Emmons, get on the helicopter, let's go."

The three of them quickly walked to the backyard of the city lord's mansion. On the large lawn in the backyard, there was a private helicopter parked. The plane had already added fuel in advance and was ready to take off.

The helicopter only has two seats, but the three of them can still sit down after being squeezed.

Emmons sat in the pilot's position and skillfully started the plane. The blades began to rotate, getting faster and faster.
To be continued...
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