Chapter 280: Overwhelming Victory!

In the rift, the fierce battle was in full swing!

Riding the dragon turtle under his crotch, Bakaer roared and charged at the very front, leading the vanguard to pounce on the four rats who dared to block the Holy King's blade like a black wave pressing down.

"Kill!!!"

The shouts of killing shook the sky and earth, mighty like a tide; the Armored Dragon soldiers launching a full-scale charge swore to crush the insignificant interfering force before them into powder!

Looking at the four rats who were like "candles in the wind" in front of the mighty army, the corners of Bakaer's mouth couldn't help but hook into a sneer.

He could feel that the four servants sent by the Demon King's army were not weak. Especially that skeleton mage, whose magic control was extremely seasoned; he should be one of the demon generals under the Demon King.

Yet so what?

Even a God General grade expert couldn't keep their breath steady after swinging their blade thousands of times.

Facing the charge of the one hundred thousand Armored Dragon army, they were ultimately nothing more than a handful of dust!

But just when his blade was about to submerge the opposite side, a series of unusual "bang bang bang!" sounds suddenly came from the hill on the side!

That sound was different from any war drum he had ever heard, the rhythm was extremely fast, as if some kind of frantic thing was roaring—

"What is that?!" His vertical pupils contracted instantly, and he looked up sharply toward the side front.

Just at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly struck!

Following closely behind were overwhelming screams and wails, as blood splattered along with the flying flesh.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The obsidian armor plates exploded instantly, and tiny but high-speed metal bullets like a torrential rain rushed down from the high ground, smashing fiercely into the unprepared Armored Dragon army.

Five Gatling machine guns tilted their muzzles, throwing a rain of bullets toward the position of the Armored Dragon Kingdom's army in a cross-fire posture.

Never having seen such a strange thing, the Armored Dragon tribe soldiers in the front row hadn't even reacted before they were shot into sieves!

Some were directly pierced through the skull and fell to the ground on the spot, others had their chest armor exploded, blood spraying, and after struggling on the sand for a few seconds, they fell into silence, leaving intestines and broken flesh all over the ground.

"What is this?!"

Bakaer's pupils shrank sharply, watching helplessly as row after row of Armored Dragon soldiers were cut down like wheat ears, blood flowing like a river on the sand.

And the next second, he suddenly heard the harsh whistling sound in the wind, rushing toward him!

"Hum—!"

The metal bullet carried hot air as it flew past his head, scraping his shoulder armor and exploding a burst of broken armor and scales.

He mobilized the Qi in his body sharply, wrapped the Dragon Blood War Seal and operated it with all his might to protect his vital parts, only then barely blocking the subsequent several attacks.

Even so, three bullets still hit the armor on his chest, smashing him until he groaned, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"This... what kind of witchcraft is this!?" His eyes were red, his breathing rapid.

No—

That was not witchcraft!

He could clearly feel that it was not fire, frost, wind, or thunder, not even any element or energy he understood—

"General!! Our flank is collapsing!! Especially the cavalry team, casualties are heavy—"

Just as Bakaer's thoughts were racing, a messenger rushed over from the side formation with a terrified expression.

He was covered in blood, as if he had been seriously injured. However, before he could finish reporting the situation of the side formation, he was hit in the center of his brow by a stray bullet, fell to the ground on the spot, and stopped moving.

Bakaer gritted his teeth tightly, looking at the high ground with rolling dust, only to see several strange-looking metal machines flickering with cold light at the edge of the hill.

Behind those metal machines, it seemed that undead were lying behind them, frantically turning the machine handles, and shouting some evil spells, as if casting magic.

He could not hear clearly what the chanted incantations were, but from that hideous grin and fanatical posture, it was not hard to tell that those despicable fellows were the culprits who slaughtered his subordinates!

"These damn corpses!!!"

He raised his greatsword angrily, letting out a roar as angry as thunder, shaking the battlefield:

"All troops, listen to the order! Flank turn! Cover the vanguard unit to charge toward the southwest! Pull out that hill for me!!"

"Kill!!!" The Armored Dragon soldiers who had suffered heavy damage barely stabilized their formation, responding to General Bakaer's order with fierce roars, abandoning the four "Demon Generals" who were fighting and retreating, and attacked toward the hill.

Yet at this very moment, neither General Bakaer nor his subordinates realized what this order truly meant.

However, this couldn't be blamed on them.

After all, this was a machine gun in the broad sense, making its first appearance on the battlefield of this planet!

Even the empires and hells with far more advanced civilizations hadn't had time to taste it on the battlefield...

Just in that deafening continuous explosion, the lizardmen of the Armored Dragon Kingdom stepped toward death one after another!

"Da da da—!"

Below the hill, blood dyed the withered yellow sand red one step earlier than the sunset!

Several newbies wished they could shake the handle until it smoked, and the five hand-cranked Gatling guns spat tongues of fire without interruption!

The dense metal barrage crushed rows of Armored Dragon warriors in the middle of their charge like cutting wheat.

The vanguard of the Armored Dragon Kingdom surged toward the high ground like a tide, but was beaten into broken waves by those five lines of fire time and time again.

Flesh and blood splattered!

Scales flew!

The soldiers charging at the very front didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were crushed into meat paste by the rain of bullets!

"Charge—ugh ah!!"

"Ah ah my leg!!"

"Damn! What kind of witchcraft is this!"

"No... that's not witchcraft! It's... the divine punishment sent down by Mother Earth Ataya!"

Brother Yi Kou very much wanted to interject that Mother Earth didn't have this ability, it had to be the incomparably evil His Majesty the Demon King.

More and more Armored Dragon soldiers lost their footing in panic, some lizardmen even knelt on the ground, praying chaotically to the Dragon God or Mother Earth, yet facts proved this was just futile.

They were originally warriors who took pride in charging, but this "stone rain" like a nightmare before them far exceeded their cognition.

Their vine armor lost its effect, the shields in their hands couldn't block it at all, and they died in large numbers without even seeing the opponent's face clearly, and what could be foreseen was that they would continue to die.

This was simply a meaningless charge!

Fear began to spread!

The emotion of despair spread from the front row to the entire flank, some soldiers had already thrown down their weapons and fled in all directions. And those lizardmen who were still shouting long live and charging forward were only taking steps out of inertia, seeking not even victory, but a relief.

Bakaer stared with wide eyes, looking at this scene in disbelief, wishing he could crush the obsidian greatsword in his hand.

"Advance!! Continue the attack for me! That's just a little trick of the outsiders!"

"You are the fearless Armored Dragon soldiers! You are the claws of the Dragon God! Even if you die in battle, it is your glory!"

He roared, his voice hoarse, but he couldn't suppress the collapse of the troop formation; the originally neat formation had long since become a plate of scattered sand.

Another row of Armored Dragon soldiers fell in front, their corpses shot into honeycombs rolling down the sand slope, blocking the feet of the soldiers behind.

Those who couldn't dodge fell on them, and were subsequently harvested and fell down by the bullets!

That cross-fire network was like sickles, waving death!

"This is also... too awesome."

The blood-stained iron sword was inserted into the ground, 【Niu Tou Ren Zhan Shi】 looked at the Gatling gun spitting fire on the hill in the distance, muttering, his eyes full of horror and excitement.

"Fuck! Is this cheating?!" 【Zhu Tou Ren Qi】 carried the battle axe on his shoulder, muttering with a bad face, "These show-offs... why didn't they drive the tanks over together?!"

Is it interesting to play firepower coverage in a fantasy world game? Don't you feel it's out of character?

A real man should do what a real man should do!

Alright.

He admitted he was jealous.

Because the dps of those heavy machine guns was too outstanding, so much so that the aggro of the whole field was sucked dry by brother Yi Kou.

Those lizardmen completely let them go, charging past them as if they didn't exist, seemingly deciding to leave this "hard-to-chew but limited-threat" hard bone to the reinforcements behind.

Looking at the envious and jealous pig-headed brother, 【Niu Tou Ren Zhan Shi】 shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows, maybe they were worried about being captured by the other side."

Maybe it was the dog planner who wanted to give them some game experience; after all, driving those tanks over, the other side would probably turn around and run away directly, not even having the courage to charge.

But—

Who knows why?

This war didn't have much suspense from the beginning; how to win was all up to Lord Demon King alone.

Perhaps that lord just wanted to test the new equipment of the Great Graveyard, and it's not certain that even reinforcing the Sand Ridge tribe was just incidental.

After all, at the advancing speed of these primitives, even if the Sand Ridge tribe was weak and fell at a push, it must have fallen behind Assam City.

The Demon King's army could completely ignore this one hundred thousand strong army, go straight to the yellow dragon, capture the fake king alive, and take Assam City... by then, these 100,000 expeditionary forces would only have the choice of surrender.

They actually didn't have to die.

"... It's too early to celebrate now."

【Ye Zhiqiu】 was still calm, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering slightly.

He looked at the line of fire on the high ground, his tone low as he spoke.

"I've seen brother Yi Kou's test; the thing he made is indeed very capable of fighting, but the production process is also clearly not up to standard, from materials to parts, it's a pile of problems. If the physics engine of this game is really that realistic, the failure rate of this thing can't be small."

This is different from the Magic Crystal Cannon.

The Magic Crystal Cannon has a "pre-application foundation" in the game world, and the underworld texts used are ready-made, just innovating a bit in the application method. But the Gatling gun, besides the barrel and the firing device, has too many pioneering designs.

The pig and the bull looked at each other, a hint of ominous premonition arising in their hearts.

This old expert seems to have never misjudged, don't be a crow's mouth at this critical juncture.

However, as the saying goes, what you fear comes; perhaps it was the dog planner who heard their conversation and decided to give them some intensity, and indeed there was a new situation on the hill not far away.

"Da da—click."

A Gatling machine gun stopped suddenly, the spitting fire barrel was silent, leaving only a player with a confused face turning the handle that had no reaction.

Immediately after, the second Gatling also started to smoke black, and after two pops, it was completely jammed. The skeleton lying behind patted the machine body blankly, and knocked on the magazine again, just like repairing a TV set.

"Holy crap! Why is it jammed again!"

【Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi】's duck voice came from afar, yelling at the two newbies who dropped the chain in a rage, "What's the situation?! What are you guys doing?!"

The newbie lying in front of the Gatling gun looked at him at a loss, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"I don't know!"

Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi: "@#%!"

Scolding was scolding, he couldn't just wait here, so he could only throw the machine gun in his hand to the newbie who was rubbing his hands and waiting on the side, and ran wildly toward the machine gun position next to him.

On the other side, the third machine gun was also suspected to be reloading, and the firepower from the hill decreased sharply.

Clearly feeling the pressure from the hill lighten, Bakaer's eyes suddenly brightened.

Looking around at the three silent high grounds, he seemed to see the dawn of victory again!

It seems these demons' witchcraft is not without limits!

"It's now!"

Full of fighting spirit, he roared and raised the obsidian greatsword, swinging it fiercely!

"Charge for me!"

That deafening roar seemed to shatter the fear lingering in the blood mist.

The vanguard of the Armored Dragon Kingdom, which had just been suppressed to the point of near collapse, picked up their crumbling determination again with the cessation of the firepower on the hill.

Looking at General Bakaer who hadn't taken a step back from beginning to end, they decided to follow General Bakaer to charge again.

"Charge ah ah ah!!"

"Those demons can't hold on anymore! Charge up!!"

Looking at the Armored Dragon soldiers gathering again at the foot of the hill, Kasa's face sank, signaling the personal guard beside her to blow the horn, preparing to lead the warriors of the Sand Ridge tribe to meet the enemy.

"Warriors of the Sand Ridge tribe! Behind us is our home! The Armored Dragon Kingdom wants to destroy us, then let them come! We will paint our blood on the earth, letting the great Mother Earth Ataya see our loyalty!"

She held the sand-eroded scimitar with both hands, her fighting spirit high, her eyes firm and unwavering, as if she had long since disregarded life and death.

"Wait, wait, wait! If you charge up, I can't shoot anymore!"

【Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi】, who was tinkering with the machine gun parts, hurriedly stood up, trying to stop them, "Calm down! I might be able to fix it after shaking it a few more times!!"

Kasa turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft but firm, saying as if she had made up her mind.

"It doesn't matter, when your magic wand regains its majesty, just sprinkle it in our direction, even if we are accidentally injured by you, we won't blame you... this is our choice."

She still didn't understand what the "awesome thing" the undead warrior mentioned was until now, but she thought it should be some kind of prop for releasing magic.

Being able to obtain the protection of such terrifying power, she thought that even if she died here, the Sand Ridge tribe would definitely be fine.

She would die without regrets!

【Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi】 dropped his chin, looked down at the Gatling gun lying like a dead snake, and helplessly squeezed out a sentence.

"... Uh, I mean, you can send fewer people to die, I really might fix it in a while..."

Kasa: "..."

The tragic atmosphere lingering on the dunes vanished in an instant like sand blown away by the wind.

Fortunately, the conversation between the two was not heard by other soldiers, and it had no impact on the high morale of the Sand Ridge tribe warriors.

"Follow me!" Kasa turned around without changing her face, leading the Sand Ridge tribe warriors who leaped out behind her to roar in unison.

Vigorous figures like flying chameleons took advantage of the rolling yellow sand to pounce into the formation of the Armored Dragon tribe soldiers.

It must be said.

There was a reason why these tribes in the desert were beaten by the Armored Dragon Kingdom.

Although these Sand Ridge tribe warriors had high morale, their combat had no rules at all.

Clearly the other side had been swept into sieves by machine guns, but they turned into scattered soldiers before the other side, fighting on their own on the battlefield.

Looking at the Armored Dragon Kingdom's army, although they also had no formation, they still maintained small-scale groups of three or five, avoiding being alone as much as possible, and even surrounding and annihilating the enemy on a small scale.

These chameleons were indeed more suitable as assassins; forming a formation to meet the enemy was too difficult for them.

【Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi】 was anxious, wishing he could grab the non-existent mouse and micro-operate it himself.

Of course.

He also knew this was impossible, so he could only exert all his strength to torture the Gatling gun that was like a dead snake under him, trying to make it turn again.

With the start of the melee, the machine gun position on the high ground was completely extinguished.

And not long after, the subsequent forces of the Armored Dragon Kingdom arrived one after another, and the collapsed front line had a trend of stabilizing again.

Seeing that the high ground was about to fall, brother Yi Kou was anxious and didn't know what to do, when a shadow suddenly fell silently on the back of the huge dragon turtle.

That was an undead rat.

On this chaotic battlefield, no one noticed his existence, not even General Bakaer who was roaring...

Except for Ye Zhiqiu who was waving the two-handed staff.

Watching the figure that boarded the dragon turtle, the skeleton corner of his mouth finally raised a smile.

Finally waited for the opportunity.

Brother Hu Wan.

Without a trace of hesitation.

Hu Wan suppressed his footsteps, walked up quietly, and at the same time skillfully pulled out the dagger that was glowing with green light.

He had been staring there for a long time!

"Puff—!"

White knife in, red knife out, beneath the broken scales, blood sprayed out!

Bakaer stared with wide eyes, looking down at his throat in disbelief, subconsciously trying to reach out to cover it, but before he could lift his hand, he felt his vision fly high.

Subsequently, rolling in the air, he saw his headless body, like a puppet with broken strings, kneeling heavily on the ground.

"No..."

He wanted to make a sound in despair, but only the wind leaked through his open mouth.

The blurred consciousness soon fell into the abyss.

With regret and anger, he saw with his last glimpse the scene of the Armored Dragon Kingdom's formation collapsing...

Main general of the Armored Dragon Kingdom expeditionary force—

Bakaer, died in battle!

Seizing the opportunity, Kasa picked up the lizard head that fell to the ground and held it high on a spear.

"Victory!!!"

She shouted excitedly, poking Bakaer's face toward those Armored Dragon tribe soldiers, letting them see those eyes flowing with blood clearly.

Fear spread like a tide.

Bakaer's death was like the last straw that broke the short-legged dragon, completely crushing the psychological defense line of the Armored Dragon tribe soldiers.

"Our general is dead!"

"Lord Bakaer... died?!"

"How could it be—!?"

They retreated in panic, not even able to hold the weapons in their hands, and even less daring to face that bloody face.

The first deserter began to appear.

He collapsed and threw away the obsidian spear in his hand, running for his life toward the distance, just to be further away from this graveyard lingering with death.

Lord Bakaer is dead!

They have already lost!

He didn't want to become an undead!!

With the appearance of the first deserter, soon there was a second, a third... followed by the collapse of the entire defense line, and the Armored Dragon tribe soldiers whose morale had collapsed began to flee in large numbers!

The already crumbling morale cracked like a broken drum, and the collapsing vanguard soon impacted the middle army that came to reinforce.

The news of General Bakaer's death spread in the middle army, and the fear that followed was like a plague, spreading from head to tail along the one hundred thousand strong army crawling on the sand plain like a giant bug!

The Sand Ridge tribe soldiers let out roars like tides, chasing after the fleeing Armored Dragon Kingdom expeditionary force, swearing to slaughter these invaders on the holy land bestowed upon them by Ataya.

Drums and roars echoed on the dunes, as loud as a victory song played in advance.

This battle finally ended with the victory of the Sand Ridge tribe and the players, and it was an epic great victory with fewer defeating more!

As for the Armored Dragon Kingdom—

The mighty one hundred thousand strong army was as fierce as it was when it came, and as miserable as it was when it left.

It's afraid it will be difficult to gather again without running for dozens of kilometers...

Watching the rolling dust go away, Ye Zhiqiu inserted the two-handed staff into the ground, leaning on it like a crutch, resting for a while.

Such high-intensity spellcasting, even with magic potions for endurance, still brought him no small burden.

At the same time, on the dunes.

【Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi】 finally repaired his beloved gun.

Accompanied by a click full of spirituality, the tongue of fire that had been silent for a long time spat out again, followed by an excited but superfluous scream.

"Oh oh oh I fixed it!!!"

Brother Yi Kou felt awkward as soon as he finished shouting.

He looked up and found that the battle was over, and his tinkering here for a long time was in vain.

And near the dragon turtle that was seriously injured and lying on the ground, brother 【Hu Wan】 was standing silently beside Bakaer's corpse, accepting the cheers and crowds of a group of Sand Ridge tribe lizardman girls.

Those enthusiastic and unrestrained mother lizards surrounded him, spitting out long, forked tongues, and threw him into the sky.

This guy seems shy?

Yi Kou Men Le Hua Xue Chi looked at this guy with envy, slowly stopped the handle he was shaking, and finally couldn't help but sour his mouth.

"Damn, head-stealing dog..."

Clearly I am the mvp, okay!

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