Chapter 661 660. The sacred tradition is determined by this

Although the jackals are rude and most of them are young, their war experience ranks among the best on the entire continent.

After all, four hundred and fifty years have passed since the first black disaster. During these hundreds of years, the gnolls have either been fighting with the entire continent or with hostile clans. It is not an exaggeration to call them a "war race".

It can be said that if fighting is also a kind of talent, then the jackals are the ones who have this talent to the fullest. Coupled with their exaggerated physical fitness, these guys can still survive in the dark mountains after hundreds of years of joint strangulation on the mainland.

Live your own noisy little life.

Those war experiences from the ancestors were inherited by the descendants from generation to generation, and these experiences were integrated and developed into new branches in the four consecutive continent-level wars such as the Black Disaster. The direct consequence of the inheritance of war is that even a group of

Jackals were airdropped onto an uninhabited desert island, and the first thing they could make was always fortresses and weapons for war.

Take this seemingly ordinary highland position in front of you.

After Transia's newbies used the extremely explosive self-destruction tactic to gnaw away the first line of defense and kill the warlord who came to take over the command, what they saw in front of them was not a chaotic camp that they could push through.

On the contrary, after the first line of defense was eliminated, the Jackals in the internal position not only did not panic, but began to form a formation to face the enemy under the command of various small warlords.

Especially when Colonel Fraser commanded about two-thirds of the artillery to push the forty field guns to a suitable position and began to project firepower on the Jackal camp, preparing to repeat the coordinated charge with the Transians just now,

The Splitclaw Warlord in the camp immediately sensed the danger.

It issued a crazy order, asking the Jackals in the second position to charge the enemy against the precise projection of Gorse artillery.

This is not the same concept as Transia's sudden advance under the cover of artillery fire. It is basically equivalent to asking the Jackals to jump out from behind the bunker that can protect themselves and face those hot and destructive shells.

However, this real death order was quickly carried out.

Because the little Jackal Overseer in the second position quickly discovered the biggest problem with this invading army, their firepower was seriously insufficient!

Forty field guns were scattered, unable to even cover one-third of the Jackal position. The first position was captured only because the soldiers there were frightened. If they were so frightened that they could dare to

If you have the courage to rush out of the position and engage in close combat with the Transians, you will easily discover this problem.

Those field cannons are only used to scare people. It is nonsense to expect them to crush the jackal army.

Jackals are not the kind of rubbish army that will collapse if they are bombarded. They are very courageous.

In fact, this is indeed the case. In Master Qin's plan, there was never any illusion of relying on artillery to crush the enemy. If the artillerymen of the brass dwarves who followed them here were the "superior firepower tradition", then there might be some hope.

But it's a pity that those brass dwarves who look so mighty are a bunch of fucking cowards!

In order to maintain the marching speed, Colonel Fraser could not bring real heavy artillery. Therefore, when the elite Jackals in the second position began to charge against the artillery bombardment, the players' overwhelming offensive was quickly contained.

Between the first and second level positions.

This vanguard military camp built on the high ground has a total of three lines of defense. If the players can capture the second line of defense, then they will win. But on the other hand, if the gnolls hold the second line of defense, then the players must immediately

retreat.

Their numbers are seriously insufficient. Once the battle turns from a surprise attack to a frontal attack, everything will stop.

After seeing that the formation breakers were blocked, Lao Qin, who was holding a chain sword, gave the order almost immediately:

"Let the formation breakers shrink the battle circle and send 400 people up! Explode the jackal's formation for me!"

Mr. Qin, nicknamed the "Old Warlord" by players, pointed to the melee battlefield ahead and shouted to his adjutant, the Qing Dynasty veteran:

"Let General Maxim and his soldiers be ready to rush in once the front line opens! They must rush into the third position and kill the enemy commander. Players will stay here to buy them time.

There are too few of us and we simply can’t afford it!

Only by defeating the morale of the gnolls and causing them to collapse can we possibly win!"

The veteran of the Qing Dynasty hesitated to speak.

He wanted to tell Master Qin that you were just a major, and the other party was a general, and you had no power to command them. But seeing Old Qin's ferocious face at this time, the adjutant immediately ran to convey the news.

Fortunately, Maxim is also a pragmatist. The fact that he can bring people here shows that he is also eager for a victory.

What's more, tonight's war has another meaning for Maxim.

"Please tell Major Qin that my soldiers and I will not let down the opportunity and time that the warriors fought for. Even if we spend everything, we will definitely kill the enemy chief!"

The monster general made a promise to the player. While his people's army soldiers were making final arrangements, Maxim took a few steps back and said to Ms. Leonia, who was taking out the special arrows and putting them into the quiver:

"You will follow me later to kill the Splitting Claw Warlord. You will have to get its head with your own hands, and you will also have to destroy the flags on this position with your own hands."

"Come on, Mark, I know what I'm going to do."

Ms. Leonia is still not used to this kind of "credit delivered to the door" situation, but tonight is indeed different. The anxiety of the battle situation in front of her makes it completely understandable that the foreigners in Transia are risking the whole army to be annihilated to advance this.

The battle strategy is sloppy but the execution is resolute.

She did not rest on her laurels.

The mission she has to undertake is not easy either.

However, at this time, this powerful arch knight did not forget to ridicule her weak "scandalous boyfriend". She whispered:

"When you, a black iron elite, are escorting me, a silver archer, could you please stop showing this terrible aura that you are the leader? You know, I am the one protecting you most of the time."

"Tonight is different."

Maxim was not as silent as before, he warned:

"Tonight is a raid! This is a military adventure that should not be executed. I can understand that the warriors came here for profit, but once their strategy is successful, it can bring subversive changes to the war situation.

We are all part of this plan.

And we bear the most important and dangerous part of the plan, you must be prepared. I do not deny that I have selfish motives here, but for this reason, I cannot bring a failure to my master, which will make me

There is no place to be ashamed of in the Blood Vulture Clan, which is destined to greatness and rise."

"What did you just say you should be prepared for?"

Leonia inserted an elf war knife into her waist, brushed her hair and asked. Maxim glanced at her, helped her put on the blood alliance clan's war helmet, and whispered:

"Be prepared to die in this battle! I declare in advance that I will not take a step back until I hold victory in my own hands! This is the oath of loyalty I made to Lord Murphy, and it is time to fulfill it. If you die,

I will remember you throughout my life.

If I die, I hope you can do the same thing."

The horse archer was silent for a moment. She knew that such terrible love words were the limit of what Maxim could say.

She looked back at the soldiers who were preparing for the final assault.

These people's army elites brought out by Maxim had no deserters and no noise or noise. They were quietly arranging their equipment. Each of them had a small syringe made by a halfling on their belt.

Leonia knew that it contained diluted source blood. When these soldiers felt that death was coming, they would use it without hesitation to transform themselves from humans into members of the Blood Vulture Clan.

After dying in battle as a human, he used the power of a vampire to devote his second loyalty to his hometown and lord.

The speed of blood transformation into vampires is very fast, but the lack of mandatory constraints of the blood contract will create a free vampire that is very "dangerous" in the eyes of other clans. This ancient and expensive tradition is no longer used by any clan in this era.

However, Murphy revived a tradition that had been almost forgotten during the Black Disaster.

That unique vampire lord hated the First Embrace, and he used this method to create a new, nobler tradition for the Blood Vulture clan in this war that would make the enemy tremble.

Every member of the New Blood Vulture is an elite soldier who has survived hundreds of battles. This is enough to ensure that the New Blood Vulture clan has the determination, goal and courage that the seven major clans have never had. The future that Murphy has set for his clan is even better than

The Blood Alliance clans are now stronger and more aggressive!

It's really hard to imagine what Murphy would do with such an army of vampires?

Leonia keenly felt that perhaps this black disaster would not only change the situation on the continent, but also the ancient traditions and balance that the vampire clan had maintained for thousands of years.

"They charged!"

Maxim took his vulture helmet from the adjutant and put it on his head. He pointed forward. Lenia turned around and saw hundreds of rookies carrying explosives on their backs, howling and rushing towards them under the cover of artillery fire.

A melee position where a gap can never be opened in the front.

She saw the recruits who couldn't even hold their swords drink the poison, then ignore all dangers and run into the crazy kobold throwing explosives and Molotov cocktails.

She also saw that before their lives were ended, they would often activate the "last ditch" spell, turning their own lives into a dazzling firework to open a way forward for the compatriots behind them.

Leonia knew that spell, which was a magician's method. No one on the entire continent would use that crazy thing, but that vicious power had also been mastered by the Transians and used against their enemies.

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Whether they are truly fearless or not, the horse archers cannot confirm.

But at least on this battlefield, these guys called "newbies" are definitely the bravest group of people. Even the soldiers under Maxim will look at those brave people with respect and even yearning.

Singing loudly into death.

Of course, even though their name is "Cute", the ferocious look on their faces when they were surrounded by jackals and kobolds, shouting slogans and detonating the curse, is really not cute or cute at all!

One after another, the newbies rushed into the front line that was tightly guarded by jackals and kobolds, like eggs smashing against the city wall one after another.

Eggs are so fragile, but city walls are so strong.

The purple-black corrosive storm was aroused and would soon be squeezed by more jackals, as if countless hands were trying to suppress the flames.

Because the formation was too dense, 400 people took away at least three times the number of kobolds and jackals at the end of their self-destruction tactics. However, such a ferocious self-destruction failed to tear apart the second layer guarded by the jackals.

In the heavy position, even Colonel Fraser realized the seriousness of the situation and smashed all his artillery shells into the "high wall" built by the Jackals.

Gnoll reinforcements from other positions were now wildly breaking through the defenses guarded by the Hussars and Torrent Knights below the high ground.

There is not much time left for Lao Qin.
To be continued...