PS: Damn network operators...... Is it a human thing to cut off the network all day long? Explode their chrysanthemums with 88-gun armor-piercing shells!!

"Retreat! Retreat now! Let the Vostok come over immediately!!"

Knowing that it might be too late, General Pessini tried his best to save the cavalry unit loyal to the crown prince. The fighters who reacted quickly began to turn around as well.

After suffering from V.E's hardships in a row, the people who made the plan learned to be more or less obedient, and in this plan, the countermeasure in case of an incident was to use the floating battleship Vostok to evacuate the battlefield and take away something that could be counted as evidence. Now that there are no extra carries, it should still be feasible for the cavalry and mages to break out of the encirclement at full speed for the cavalry and mages to storm the encirclement, and the rest of the troops should be able to escape this trap in floating boats.

The response was very quick and the action was very decisive.

However, under the premise that the intelligence is one-way transparent, and the enemy has mobilized the troops and weapons and equipment above his imagination, figured out the environment in advance, set the battlefield, and formulated a targeted battle plan, it is meaningless whether their appearance is excellent or clumsy.

"General, we can't get in touch with the Vostok!"

The mage in charge of coordinating the floating battleship turned pale, and at the moment when someone shouted "trap", the sound gem immediately lost its effect, and he almost stuffed the gem into his ears, and all he heard was a chaotic "chirp...... Ziz ...... "Murmur."

It was an unprecedented vision, and before the general could give further instructions, an even greater vision came.

Syllable!

Bang bang bang!

With the sound of the hollow, the snow-white pillars of light surrounded from all directions, and the figures of the warriors in the hidden night were stabbed by the strong light that they could barely open their eyes to look at it, and a monotonous noise similar to the continuous movement of metal chains or hinges gradually turned into a roar, and from the dense fog, it looked like a thick and long pipe stuck in a huge box, like a white elephant-like monster carrying a group of unsightly figures slowly walked out of the edge of the dense fog. Ghostly shadows could be seen in the gaps between the beasts, and when the white monster moved, the tremor of the ground was transmitted to the bottom of my heart. The air is even tighter.

The white monster pressed forward unhurriedly, and bands of milky white mist wrapped around the roaring walking iron box like a sarro—an unheard-of scene that was almost as dramatic as the appearance of an old man-eating dragon, and the warriors were stunned for a moment. Stupidly watched as the group of monsters lined up in a neat row and forced towards him.

"Attack! Salamanda Mage! What are you doing. Those are heretical monsters!Attack!!"

Before he finished speaking, the viscount had already released his [Fire Dragon Scroll], and the magicians who were proficient in the flame technique also hurriedly followed. A ferocious salvo was performed.

A bunch of fireballs not much bigger than bricks smashed into the white monster's body and head one after another, smashing out a series of sparks, leaving one or two ugly scorch marks, but the monster's footsteps still did not stop.

The fighting spirit and enthusiasm of the magician is unquestionable, but ...... Those weak and weak fire balls that are less than a quarter of the size and power of weekdays are really unbearable for their companions, could it be that the arrogant magicians have come to the Great Aunt today?

Humanity, of course, has questions about the comical status quo. The elven armorers were not so unkind, and they were methodically reporting the situation, and the small sound of fireballs knocking out on the armor plate was also blocked by the 110mm thick layer of case-hardened carburized molybdenum steel armor of the gun shield, and the gunner and loader did not know that the enemy had attacked.

"M interference particles, the second stage of combat concentration scattering. No anomalies. ”

With the machine gun safe open, Myerdes loudly reported that communication magic and attack techniques had become difficult to use and that the quality of radio communications had deteriorated due to the M-jamming particles being scattered on the battlefield. However, it was thanks to the protection of special technology that the chariot hiding in the forest was able to avoid the demon owl that replaced the cavalry to scout the surrounding area, and suppressed the power of the mage during the battle.

Magicians who can't use magic effectively are not as effective as infantry, and when they noticed this, the cavalry immediately shouted and urged their mounts to start attacking, intending to use their swords and crossbows to deal with these unstoppable monsters at close range.

Sergeant Gunner Steinerbeck put the chaotic crowd into the monocular scope, by comparing the size and spacing with the triangle in the center position, the sergeant can measure and correct the size and distance of the target, there are 7 triangles and corrections around the reticle to further calibrate, gently press the rotary pedal, driven by the electric motor, the carefully lubricated turret turns in a low voice, and then press the pitching pedal, the thick barrel of the 88 gun immediately hangs down 3°. Peter the Loader rests his hand on an infantry anti-personnel projectile, ready to reload.

"Stop!"

Lieutenant Heisler held down the intercom and shouted, the Tiger chariots stopped like highly trained military dogs, raised their binoculars to see the cavalry raise their swords and charge the chariot, the lieutenant on the turret straightened his chest and coldly ordered:

"Fire!"

22 88 guns spewed bright red fire in unison, the shock wave spread from the muzzle brake swept across the trees, the fir trees that had grown for decades trembled in the roaring storm, the huge recoil caused the suspension of the chariot to shake back and forth, and two seconds later, across a distance of 1,600 meters, the fireball exploded by the high-explosive bomb landing and drowning the charging cavalry. The branches and fallen leaves that were torn by the muzzle storm fell on the bodies of the white tigers, and the white tigers who had not been painted according to the seasonal environment of Lapland hung on the southeast branches of their bodies to attack again, and the commanders turned the 12.7mm machine gun on the roof of the car to strafe, and the grenadiers who hitched the ride swallowed their saliva and watched with envy the tracer bullets whipping the human knights back and forth like a glowing long whip.

In particular, the grenadier company commander, Lieutenant Woolf, the grenadier company commander who mobilized the soldiers before the war, nonchalantly told his men: "Kill every guy you see, blow off his head, pierce his stomach, pull out his intestines, tie a dead knot in his neck with his intestines, and then kick him in the ass." Remember, gentlemen, that only dead human beings are good human beings......"

The former company commander, who was suspected of being a butcher by profession, was almost so anxious that he was about to explode, and the second salvo of the Tiger Fighting Vehicle had been replaced by a shotgun against the infantry, which was the "advanced hit efficiency and destruction ammunition" of the anti-aircraft gun. The AHEAD's improved 88mm cluster shotgun is equipped with 328 cylindrical projectiles, and the warhead is equipped with a sensitive magnetic induction proximity fuse, once the shell approaches the group of iron cans, the magnetic needle in the fuse senses the change in the magnetic field, and when the detonation circuit is connected, the shell will explode in a pre-set way, and the Iron Pimple Riders will be baptized by a rain of death.

With the rapid reloading ability of the Tiger tank every 5 seconds, this brutal shell fired several rounds in a row, coupled with the continuous strafing of the three vehicle-mounted machine guns on the tank, I am afraid that it will not be the turn of the grenadiers to charge, and the battle will be over. (To be continued.) )