Chapter 546: The Art of War (Happy Children's Day!)
At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, you can see countless guards pouring into the ruined crimson city.
The magic tank rolled over the broken buildings in an unstoppable manner. The magic patterns on the main gun lit up, indicating that it could fire powerful shells at any time.
Two heavy machine guns fired everywhere, and the bullets were like the scythe of the god of death, reaping a large number of enemies.
The infantry combat team surrounded the tank, using the steel monster as cover and quickly clearing out the enemy.
Everything seemed to be going so smoothly without any obstacles. After the bombardment, the remaining vampires were as vulnerable as ants.
However, the situation changed in just a moment.
When the first underground cave was opened and the vampires poured out, it was like opening Pandora's box. Countless dark clans and vampire zombies infected with the blood plague swarmed out.
It's hard for you to describe how many there are?
All you can see are so densely packed that it’s hard to count them.
Their appearance is also very distinctive. There are such soldier hiding caves in the four corners, eight directions, and even most of the key locations in the city.
So, at the same time, from all directions, it was like a flood, surging and overwhelming, as if to completely submerge the Royal Guards.
Because there were so many dark races, the strong evil aura mixed with an unimaginable smell filled the air.
In the sky, the blood moon shone so brightly that it seemed to block out the sunlight. A faint blood-colored mist enveloped the sky, making all the dark races become extremely crazy.
And in that hidden place in the void, the shadow plane, three legends stood proudly, quietly watching everything happening before their eyes.
The old vampire, Grand Duke Bruch, suddenly turned his head and stared at Grand Duke Toredo beside him, and said in surprise: "Alessandro, you are really playing a big game!
Raising humans and animals is already taboo, and now, to deal with them, even the blood plague has been brought out."
"Even if you win this battle, what good will it do? If this gets out, the Church of the Sun God will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
"Being hunted is better than losing half of this plane, right?"
The Grand Duke of Toledo's sinister expression grew even darker, the smile on his lips devoid of warmth. "If we can't get past this, what's the future for us?"
"The Church of the Sun God is terrifying, but right now I just want to kill that bastard and the vampire traitor."
As he said this, he suddenly turned around, his eagle-like eyes fixed on the two legends in front of him, and then he said, "I agree to all your requests.
Then, later on, I won’t ask you to fight to the death, but if even a legend can’t hold you back, don’t blame me for turning hostile.”
The old vampire immediately said, "In that case, leave Lucy to me!"
The werewolf ancestor glanced at him with disdain and said, "I will help you deal with Edward Cullen, the vegetarian vampire."
"Very good, very good! I will kill the bastard myself."
A hint of mockery flashed in Grand Duke Toledo's eyes. He then looked down at the ruins of Scarlet City and made a pointed comment: "Everyone says the human army is so powerful?"
"But in my opinion, it's just relying on the advantages of machinery!"
"Everyone says that illegitimate child is incredible, like a hero from ancient times reborn, but I just used a little trick to put them in a desperate situation."
"They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, they are not worth a single blow!"
At this moment, Grand Duke Toledo looked up at the sky with a look of pride. Although there would be endless troubles, he was really very proud of his plan.
Then, just as he was speaking arrogantly, someone tugged at the corner of his clothes. He looked down and saw that the Dark Werewolf Ancestor seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, why don't you take a look at the battlefield? Something seems amiss."
"What's wrong with that?! The Imperial Guard only has 20,000 soldiers. They're surrounded by an army ten times their size. How can they possibly turn defeat into victory?"
"But, but, I can't describe it. How about you see it with your own eyes?"
“What’s so good about it!”
"I mean, the situation is not as optimistic as you think!"
"What?"
At this moment, Grand Duke Toledo finally realized that something was wrong. The sound of gunfire and artillery fire, ten times more intense, rang in his ears.
He suddenly looked down, his pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
In his eyes, the Guards launched a counterattack, and the sound of gunfire and artillery fire intertwined into one, as if filling the entire sky and earth.
This is what it should be!
In his plan, to deal with these mortal legions, he also relied on a force more than ten times his size to encircle and suppress them.
Consume their ammunition, seize the gaps and blind spots in their attacks, and then pounce on them with claws, teeth, magic, and blood magic...
Compared to the powerful attack power of magical weapons, mortal soldiers are always weak. As long as they are within the attack range, they can be killed with just a slight hit.
When there are enemies everywhere, how can you defend yourself?
However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered.
The hail of bullets seemed so impenetrable that not even a bat could escape.
He saw a tactical team relying on magic tanks, with a strong heavy machine gunner standing at the front, responsible for firepower output.
The six-barreled Gatling gun sprayed out tongues of fire, and the fan-shaped bullets killed a large number of people.
There was an assistant beside him who was responsible for changing ammunition and checking.
Two heavy machine guns are stored in the dimensional bag, which can ensure that the attack will not be paused for more than three intervals.
Next to the heavy machine gunner are three assaulters, who are responsible for taking out the small fry in three directions and use semi-automatic rifles to carry out precise point-fire.
Amid the clatter of gunfire, any enemy that broke through the five-meter range would be shot in the head or have several holes in their body.
Even with the vitality of the dark race, they are dead and cannot die anymore.
There were two other assaulters half-crouching on the ground. They were responsible for checking for gaps and filling them, or immediately standing up to fill in the positions when other assaulters were changing ammunition.
As for the last sniper, he was in the center protected by everyone.
He didn't take action very often, but every time a gunshot was fired, some extremely powerful dark tribesmen died on the spot.
The rhythmic sound of gunfire was as terrifying as a death warrant.
The most important thing is that it’s not just one or two tactical teams that perform like this, but all of them.
As long as there are three such teams, they can guard the left, right and rear of the tank.
As for the front?
There are almost no people who dare to stand in front of the tank's main gun!
Its only drawback is that its aiming speed is a bit slow, making it difficult to accurately hit the fast-moving dark race.
However, the gunners at this time seemed to have unlocked the ability to predict, and every time they fired, they could lock onto the dark tribe's evasive trajectory.
At this moment, it even looked like the dark clan had actively crashed into them, and died in a rather miserable way.
From time to time, tanks would raise their main guns, aim at the sky, and fire.
Even a third-level strongman from the dark clan could not withstand such a sudden attack.
As for the two heavy machine guns, they fired non-stop. Under the rapid rain of bullets, the enemy was cut in half like mowing grass.
Some tanks charged forward and even got stuck in position, starting to fire at the caves. Amid the roar of shell after shell, as many dark clansmen rushed out, they were killed.
From time to time, a tracer bullet would explode in mid-air, and the dense dark power would be cleansed by the holy light, burning out large holes.
That’s not all!
Grand Duke Toledo also saw a lot of exquisite cooperation between teams.
A powerful dark werewolf, despite the defensive force field, finally broke through the blockade and suddenly jumped down.
But while he was in mid-air, another tank fired a shell, which passed through the chaotic battlefield and hit the dark werewolf accurately, blasting it into pieces, with blood and flesh falling like rain.
In the sky, the powerful vampire count turned into a shadow and rushed forward. When he showed his figure, he attached himself to a fighter plane.
The sharp claws were raised, and the blood turned into a blade, ready to cut it off.
But at this moment, the fighter suddenly turned sideways, exposing the vampire marquis.
On the ground, a heavy machine gunner raised the six-barreled Gatling gun in his hand in perfect tacit understanding.
It was like the Grim Reaper's scythe sweeping across, without hurting the fighter plane at all, but the attack of the vampire marquis was interrupted.
Then, he was met head-on by the sniper's bullet.
The holy water bullet exploded in front of his chest, and even a powerful vampire like the Earl was blown away even with his magic shield.
In the sky, a griffin swooped down, and its bullets bit him tightly, as if it could predict all his dodging spaces, leaving him with no escape.
In the end, they could only turn into bats in panic and try to escape, but they were caught up and strangled by countless bullets, like a big net, tearing all enemies apart.
This scene stunned the Grand Duke of Toledo!
A few words suddenly popped up in his mind: precision, efficiency, and seamless coordination.
But how is this done?
"How do they do that?"
Grand Duke Bruch expressed his true feelings and even made an analogy: "Even the most advanced activated tower spirits can't seem to give such precise commands?
At the same time, there is too much information to process, and it's not just processing, it has to be distributed, judged, synthesized, and then issued instructions for these mortals to execute."
"But putting aside other things, just getting these mortals to execute accurately is incredibly difficult.
That's just a mortal, not a powerful natural disaster that can make no mistakes."
"You're only right about one thing. I didn't pay attention to the other thing. How did he send out the order?"
At this time, the Dark Werewolf Ancestor spoke, but the next second, his eyes lit up: "[Lion King], the [Lion King] of the Raymond family, is said to be the most powerful holy skill for charging on the battlefield.
Now it seems that this evaluation is still underestimated!"
"Is it possible? I'm not underestimating it, but no one among the ancestors of the Raymond family could achieve this."
The old vampire showed his profound knowledge: "It's not that I haven't seen people from the Raymond family. At most, they lead the knights to charge into battle.
They are often able to keenly perceive the weaknesses of the enemy's formation, and then lead a group of knights to break the enemy formation. Then, they continue to find the weaknesses of the formation and continue to charge.
But to say that we can achieve this point now is absolutely impossible!"
"So, he must have cultivated the Lion King to an unprecedented level. Coupled with his brain that can process information so quickly, he was able to achieve all this."
As he said this, he turned his head to look at the Grand Duke of Toledo and said, "So, you think that the illegitimate child foolishly stepped into the trap,
But isn't this also because he is full of confidence, taking the initiative to step in and then directly break through? "
As they were talking, the battlefield changed again.
Originally, although the firepower of the Guards was fierce, the overall situation was a stalemate.
There were many dark tribes emerging, and they killed without stopping.
The number of entries and killings showed a balance, which was reflected in the stalemate.
The Guards had formidable firepower, but it felt like there were so many enemies that they were about to drown them.
But the artillery positions outside the city opened fire again.
This time it was not a full-scale bombardment, nor was there a barrage of bullets. After all, there were soldiers led by flowers in the city. If there was an indiscriminate bombardment, it would be a massacre without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Luo Yi would never give such an order.
So this time, some of the artillerymen in better positions took on the task. After loading the shells, they had to carefully calibrate for a moment before firing.
Of course, the speed of firing in this way would be much slower, but they accurately avoided the locations of the magic tanks and infantry.
And every explosion and fragmentation can cause extremely considerable casualties.
And when field artillery opened fire in succession from all directions, the killing was even faster than the fighting in the city.
From time to time, the Griffin Knight in the sky would receive orders, take out bombs from the dimensional bag, and throw them accurately, taking away the lives of countless enemies.
Of course, the dark clan did not sit idly by. Many vampires and dark werewolves took the lead and attempted to attack the artillery positions.
But the fortifications built by the Royal Guards were not fake. The heavy machine guns formed a crossfire network, and the dense bullets killed the enemy at an extremely fast speed.
Those artillerymen who had no missions also had something to do. They didn't even have to worry about their own personnel. They just had to find places with a lot of people and bomb them.
It was almost visibly that the deadlock was broken and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Guards.
There were even many caves where soldiers were hiding that were covered by artillery fire, and as many as came out were killed.
If too much artillery fire is concentrated, it can cause the collapse of the soldier cave.
This made the fourth-level members of the dark clan unable to contain themselves. They all took action, and powerful auras rose in the sky and the earth.
However, there are also strong people in the Flower Territory.
One by one, the fourth-level natural disaster warriors took off into the air, either fighting one-on-one or fighting one against two.
The most arrogant one is Silas, the King of Fury. Once he activates the triple frenzy, he dares to fight three people alone.
The one who killed the most was Oliveira. He didn't even step into the battlefield, but aimed and killed people with "electromagnetic catapult" from the rear.
With the help of deep blue, the golden spear shot out, wrapped in lightning, with an incredible speed and even more incredible accuracy.
Of course, the bigger reason why Luo Yi intervened was that there were relatively few powerful natural disasters on the human side.
After all, the dark clan has a long lifespan, and the Blood Moon Forest is relatively stable. After a long period of accumulation, a group of outstanding dark disaster warriors have been gathered.
At this time, they were all thrown onto the battlefield.
This put a huge amount of pressure on the Flower Territory. However, under Loy's precise command, the Griffin Knights, fighter planes, and even the magic tanks and snipers below...
They can intervene in the battlefield at any time, making it difficult for the dark warriors to defend themselves, and sometimes their deaths are quite unjust.
At this moment, in the command center, sweat was oozing from Luo Yi's forehead, but he couldn't stop smiling no matter what.
Because he finally found the correct way to use the [Lion King]!
The perfect combination of this sacred skill and Deep Blue even elevated Luo Yi's war command ability to the level of 'art'.
If I have to describe it, it is the computing and analytical capabilities of a supercomputer, coupled with a synchronized command transmission system, which unleashes amazing combat power.
At this moment, Luo Yi even felt that if he was given an elite magic army and sufficient logistical supplies,
He even dared to go to the first layer of the abyss and experience the bloody battlefield on the Wanyuan Plain.
He also wanted to tell those demons, devils, and even the legions of angels what the modern art of warfare was.
Of course, at this moment, the three dark legends finally couldn't hold back any longer.
PS: I have to say, this paragraph was particularly difficult to write!
(End of this chapter)
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