Chapter 498 The Only Chance
The orcish coalition's offensive was indeed very strong, and many parts of the Great Xia army camp were in danger. Qin Mo had no choice but to send the infantry formations of the Great Yuan army outside the camp to hold back the enemy's offensive.
The two great shamans of the orc race were filled with regret. They had unleashed their power to challenge the super-level experts of the Great Xia army, but they never expected to encounter Allen.
In the rainy night, Allen displayed his formidable strength. The dazzling starlight inspired the fighting Xia army and plunged the orcish shaman's heart into despair.
The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Those who can become super-level powerhouses are all exceptionally talented individuals. They possess formidable strength, prominent status, and long lifespans. Being surrounded by wealth and honor, they tend to cherish their lives. Therefore, super-level powerhouses rarely engage in a life-or-death struggle. When they are unable to defeat their opponents and are fleeing for their lives, they rarely linger in a desperate fight.
But the Elves are different. They have an irreconcilable feud with the Orcs. Six hundred years ago, the war in Oslo destroyed the foundations of the Elven royal court, forcing them to flee overseas. This instilled a deep hatred for the Orcs in all the remaining Elves. Needless to say, any encounter between the Orcs and Elves would inevitably result in a brutal and devastating conflict.
These past few days, Allen has been observing Heather and Wang Yushi without taking action himself. Izara and Jolin are unaware that there is an Elven Saint on the Great Xia side, after all, there haven't been any Saint-level Elven in this world for many years.
Both orcish high priests chose King Chang Le as their opponent, hoping that Allen wouldn't go too far with them by feigning weakness. This made Qin Jian very frustrated and annoyed. He hadn't been friendly to Qin Mo at all back then. If the great elf wanted to trick him, he would lose face and suffer today.
However, the great elf didn't just watch the show this time. Without hesitation, it swept towards King Chang Le, and the starlight enveloped all four of them.
"hiss!"
Qin Jian felt the effect of Allen's starlight on his own internal energy. Although he immediately activated his energy to return to normal, a shadow fell over his heart. Who knew if this great elf had an even stronger trump card?
"Izara, you deal with this elf, I'll deal with the enemy commander!"
"Qiao Lin...you bastard!"
Seeing Qin Jian and Qiao Lin swiftly escape Allen's starlight range in perfect unison, the orcish high priestess Izara cursed and turned to face the great elf.
The rain was still pouring down. The soldiers on both sides, who had fought fiercely through the night, were exhausted. The rifles in the hands of the soldiers were getting hot and steaming as they were soaked by the rain.
A strange army silently crept towards the Great Xia infantry formation on the battlefield. They were all on foot, and there was no trace of life on them, as if they were ghosts crawling out of hell.
"Watch out... the Legion of the Dead... lots of orcs..."
"Don't panic! Front row, crouch down and fire! Grenadiers, move forward..."
Faced with the ferocious undead orcs that suddenly appeared within a hundred meters, the army was thrown into chaos. The lookouts in the army did not detect the enemy's presence until they were too close.
"Clap clap clap clap"
"Awoooooo"
As soon as the gunshots rang out, the lifeless orcs began their charge. Their sneak attack was a great success. The high shaman's appearance successfully drew most people's attention, and the dark, rainy night concealed their already elusive movements.
Wearing a special pocket suit, Zhao Sandan quickly stepped forward according to the brigade commander's order. He had rainproof pockets on his chest, back, waist, and thighs, inside which lay hand grenades, a close-combat defensive weapon.
This weapon, originally used in siege warfare, was ignited by a fuse. Qin Mo thought it was too low-tech and insisted on waiting for the pull-out time-delay fuse to mature before it was fully deployed in the army.
During the battle of Kangju, the army of Dayuan was fighting too smoothly. People like Zhao Sandan, who were carefully selected for their height and long reach, were extremely envious of the riflemen and Gatling gunners who were having so much fun. Seeing the enemy being taken down from a hundred paces away, Zhao Sandan began to doubt the necessity of his existence as a grenadier.
"Prepare to drop bombs!"
Zhao Sandan lowered his head, avoiding looking at the ferocious orc so close at hand. He carefully took out a long grenade from his rainproof pocket, then hooked the dangerous pull ring on his finger, and waited for the order to throw it.
Zhao Sandan had practiced this set of movements countless times. When the brigade commander shouted the order "Throw three rounds of grenades," Zhao Sandan, whose heart had been pounding wildly for a long time, swung his arm and accurately threw the grenade fifty paces in front of him.
"Boom... Boom... Boom"
The dense explosions piled up, causing Zhao Sandan's eardrums to ache, but he still threw three grenades in a row according to the pre-arranged routine before stopping.
Before the large army stood undead knights and orcs. The explosive power of the black powder was enough to deal with ordinary orcs, but these undead knights and orcs were too strong. Even after three rounds of explosions, some were still not knocked down.
But the ferocious and ruthless aura that disregarded life was gone from them. They watched as their thick armor was pierced by shrapnel as if it were made of paper, and as their comrades were cut into rag dolls. Their bodies, devoid of pain receptors, began to tremble.
"Fire...keep firing...are you scared out of your wits? If you want to throw up, go home and find your mom to throw up...bastards!"
The hundreds of explosions in succession not only took down the enemy, but even the senior riflemen were a little stunned. After all, exercises and training are completely different from actual combat. No matter how intense the exercise is, it is not as real as actual combat. The blasted thighs and intestines flew everywhere, and blood dripped onto your shoulders.
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