Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Hit the target!"

After the feedback from the observation team, the No. 5 fire position cheered.

Although the good dwarf trebuchets placed here have become like this, at such a critical juncture in the battle, as long as they can fight, as long as they can exert their power, it is a good thing!

Kant was also happy, and slapped the war warlock on the shoulder. Just now, he was in charge of the enchanting of the stone bullets, and the war warlock drove the launch team aside and made the final calculation and launch.

He praised: "Pillar, your mother-in-law is playing well!"

The war warlock showed a restrained and shy smile subconsciously, and then said stunned: "Pillar? My name is..."

"Don't talk nonsense about the pillar, hurry up for the second shot!"

Kant saw that the loading team used the trailer to pull the second stone bullet, and quickly stepped forward, picking up the heavy projectile under the eyes of several people with tears in his eyes, without panting or blushing, he placed the thing steadily. On the launch pad, and then press down with both hands, the elements are poured, and a thing with a strange shape and a mysterious composition is being generated.

The alchemist didn't even bother to introduce himself, his eyes became increasingly suspicious, and he stammered, "This... my lord, are you really human?"

Kant said impatiently: "What are you beeping from the beginning? Believe it or not, I'll tie you to it and shoot it out? Why don't you hurry up!"

- Real hammer!

This is indeed an orc in human skin!

Only those madmen with a problem in their heads would strap a goblin to a catapult and launch it!

The war warlock was silent and hurriedly took his place. After a while, in the roar, another huge cannonball with an extremely strange shape and attributes shot up into the sky and fell towards the array of elves outside the city.

This time, the wizards of the elves had already made extra preparations. When the boulder came into the air, there were three explosive flame missiles flying around, passing through the strong flame tail, and hitting the stone bullet from three places.

Blazing flames roared and the stone bullets shattered, but they still turned into dozens of fragments and exploded downwards, each of which was shrouded in a disgusting red or green light, falling from the sky, hitting the array of elves, hitting the wood. On the skin of the puppet, the stench and strange aura spread, and for a while, the elves vomited and shook, and the skin of the wooden puppet also grew strange moss, which then turned into wind and decayed...

The vigilantes behind the array immediately blew their horns.

After a while, a small group of galloping deer came rushing. Some of these spirit beasts carried quivers and javelin bundles on their bodies, and they were called and used by soldiers. The wounded were carried on their backs, and then returned to the formation for treatment like a whirlwind.

Under the intense and crazy firepower of Valentine, the elf army was still advancing. Under the cover of wooden puppets, the brave dragon tooth infantry continued to advance while fighting back against the city wall. They fought bravely and fearlessly. In addition to being well-trained and well-equipped, the well-established and mature battlefield medical system also gave them endless confidence and courage.

The third alien shell broke through the air.

The deer herd here has already sent back this special batch of wounded, and the chief medical officer quickly came to the conclusion that the legion commander got the news he wanted to know.

The adjutant reported back: "It's disgusting voodoo, my lord, except for green skins, no race knows how to use this dirty thing, and even the most skilled alchemists can't extract its active ingredients."

"...As expected."

The legion commander's face was frosty, and his tone was also cold: "With such power, the green-skinned skill tyrants hidden in the city must be extremely powerful. According to the racial characteristics of the orcs, the stronger the green-skinned, the more problems with the head, the thinking. The crazier it is, there is no way to communicate, a green skin like this is simply the most uncontrollable unexpected factor, how can the human beings in the city trust him, and how can he fight for human beings?"

The adjutant said softly, "Then, my lord, what should we do?"

"How to deal with it?" The legion commander said coldly, "Of course, continue to attack! It's just a trebuchet, even if it kills, how can it affect the entire battle? It's just a green-skinned skill that can play with trebuchets Ba, it's not a whole orc army, what use can it play in this war?"

The adjutant said awe-inspiringly, and the horn was raised again.

The sky and the earth roared, the soldiers used their lives, the arrows rained, destruction fell from the sky, blood was flowing, and life was rapidly withering. The first wooden puppet finally collapsed and fell to the ground after repeated blows.

But the elven commander had a heart of iron, and the soldiers moved on without hesitation.

The city was bustling with hustle and bustle, and the archers had already finished three rounds. At such a distance, the reserve youth army who had not received archery training was also issued with bows and arrows. Under close range shooting, the accuracy of the head was not so important.

The sharpest, most determined and bravest warriors are already on standby at this section of the wall.

The military forces in the city are being mobilized in an orderly and swift manner. The soldiers are tilted here, up to the supreme commander, down to the ordinary soldiers, looking at the elf wooden puppets that are getting closer and closer, everyone knows what will happen next. ...not just human soldiers, but also elven soldiers.

They all want the war to go in the direction they want.

Even if sacrifices are needed.

Even if the sacrifice...maybe his own life.

The tall wooden puppet took its last steps.

Its body is already burning with raging flames, the human mages are attacking with all their strength, and the rockets are falling like rain. After all, the elf mages have no heart to deal with the fires in all directions, but the artificial core of the wooden puppet has squeezed out the last magic power. The natural energy contained in it erupted for the last time, and the wooden puppet took a sudden step forward, raised the huge branch on the right with its roots coiled around, and let out a low growl.

Under everyone's attention, the thick arm slammed onto the city wall, breaking up the rubble, and crushing and killing three human soldiers who could not escape.

And...a bridge was built.

The battlefield was still for a moment, maybe it was an illusion, maybe it really existed, the freeze frame of time and space.

The vast river of time recorded this moment.

Then time flies, tumbling forward.

The wooden puppet that had lost all power died and stopped, and its whole body was burning. The next moment, the head of the wooden puppet exploded, a famous elves jumped out of the hole, and the elves who followed the advance grabbed the flaming vines, crazy. Roaring, following the flame-spreading remains of the puppet, climbed hard!

The elves hiding in the wooden puppets shouted and rushed towards the city!

The defenders on the city wall stared blankly at all this.

Immediately afterwards, a young and ordinary soldier standing at the front shouted: "Kill them—"

The next moment, a cold arrow shot from nowhere had pierced his throat.

The last cry changed its tone. The young sergeant let go of his spear and covered his throat. His face became distorted and painful. He quickly realized his fate and looked at his companions around. The ground hissed: "W-Valentan-"

The elf that rushed in first had already run halfway.

In the vast world, the brave army attacked the small city, and the most elite soldiers of the Dragon Tooth Army stepped on the thick and sturdy roots and marched forward with high and fearless fighting spirit.

"Kill them—"

The city walls are boiling! After a short period of consternation and panic, soldiers from all directions rushed here! The dust and dirt from the spells remained on their faces, and the fear and anxiety had not yet dissipated, but when the elves climbed the city wall, a strong will was injected into their souls.

The news of the elf invasion came, and the terrifying rumors of massacres and enslavement grew wings, and followed the wind and the refugees into Valentine. When Valentine became the next target, they once feared and resented the cold blood and coercion of the city lord. , resented him for blocking the city gate and blocking the escape route, but at this moment, when this moment came, they finally understood one thing clearly.

Defend this city!

Not for Archduke Goethe, not for Mayor Nick, but for themselves, because this is their home, because this is their family, because this is their everything!

"Wa-Lun-Tan-"

Lightning and flint, in the blink of an eye, the elves leaped high, and the human soldiers bravely greeted them. The spears and halberds faced each other. The advantages of physical strength and sophisticated equipment determined the outcome of the battle. The first batch of battles ended with the elves winning. Killed the human soldiers who greeted us on the opposite side, but the next moment, the second batch of soldiers had already squeezed out the corpses of their comrades and roared to meet them. The number and courage will make up for the disadvantage!

The sharp edges are intertwined, the soldiers of the two sides have collided brazenly, the living and the dead continue to fall down the city wall, the bowstrings burst like a torrential rain, the arrows fly wildly, such a close distance, such a tragic fight, the elf's arrow cutting skills have been exhausted. It's useless, you can only use your life to carry it, use your life to gamble!

"The strong live, the weak die!"

The elven warriors of the Dusk Chapter roared their creeds and their laws, slashing and stabbing.

Throwing axes, javelins, crossbows, bows and arrows... projectile weapons smashed into the air, smashed armor, smashed blood, and threw the sky. This engagement has become a maelstrom, attracting all the soldiers, firepower and death. Here, the intensity of the battlefield continues to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The flames spewed, the wind blades scattered, and the rings of frost continued to explode. The elf mages also boldly moved forward and cast spells close to them. The human mages accompany them to the end. , because the closer the casting distance, the more the killing advantage!

Then, with a loud bang, the second wooden puppet was approaching the city wall and building a bridge!

The elves were cheering and screaming. With the mad roar of humans, the second battlefield was opened again. The army commander of the Twilight Chapter cold-bloodedly put down the lives of the soldiers, and Nick also accompanied him to the end. The casualties are now more than any previous ones. Time is huge, but this is war, and it depends on who can't hold it first!

"Prepare - launch!"

At position 5, a round of artillery shells shot into the sky. Following the observation team's crying and panic report, Kant also knew the current situation on the battlefield. The artillery team poured firepower on the battlefield at a very high speed, but too much It's too late, the wooden puppets are already very close to the city wall, and the trebuchet can't accurately hit these most threatening things, and can only suppress and interfere with the enemy's projection troops outside the city.

Kant heard a third rattling.

The observation team above shouted: "The third one... the third one is also posted!"

The warlock was silent for a moment, then said sharply: "Continue to report the position, continue to shoot! We can only do what we can do... Everyone can do this!"

The elemental savings in the body are already very few. Kant looked up at the city wall and shouted from far to near. It was not the morale-boosting cry of the previous long-range blow, but the catharsis and fear of life and death. He hesitated for a moment. , said: "Wang Chengzhu, I'll leave it to you here."

The war warlock did not protest or refute this strange title this time, or he had no intention of paying attention to these trivial matters. The man's eyes were focused, his expression was calm, and he was doing extremely fast mental arithmetic and alignment, and then commanded his subordinates to start a new one. rounds of support and attack.

Kant glanced at these busy people and flew up to the city wall.

He thought of the skinny firefighter at the scene of the fire, and the members of these artillery squads, who were all powerless people, but they did their best to protect the city.

fighting in their own way.

Kant jumped up the city wall.

At this time, it was close to noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the armor reflected the sunlight. At this moment, the city wall was brilliant, but the blood was still flying with the flames. The heaven and the earth were like a melting pot. Soldiers are coming frantically, and their ears are full of screams and screams.

Watching an atomic bomb explode from a distance doesn't make much sense.

But watching dozens of people's **** battles up close can make an ordinary person's legs go weak.

Kant saw everything in front of him.

The real war, the cruel and terrifying war, the war in which life is dying, the war that turns people into madmen, all he hears is howls, no passionate slogans, only intelligent creatures degenerated into savage creatures with the most primitive Instinct to fight, whether it is noble elves or ordinary humans.

But that's all.

He looked at all this.

He didn't feel panic, he didn't feel sick, he wasn't hot-blooded, he wasn't excited, he didn't want to back down, and he didn't want to run away. At this moment, the first thought that appeared in his mind was not these.

He is just pity for these people, pity for these lives to wither in an instant.

He just felt that such things as war should not exist.

Then, end it all, and... make it never happen again!

Suddenly feeling a burning heat in his chest, Kant subconsciously touched it. It was the location of the carefully stored crimson scroll. He had no time to pay attention to this, because the keen sense of training on the island of Saint Yin told him that he had been targeted. .

The pupils turned into golden dials, and the hands of time began to wander.

The world slows down, and Kant leaps forward, dodging the incoming arrows.

The vindictive spirit is encouraged, and the muscles are exerted.

Jumping along the inner stacks of the city walls.

Then sprinted on the ground, dodged and rolled, and rushed towards the bridge erected by the third wooden puppet!

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PS1: Ah, update, so the war scene is so difficult to write, I really want to write big [beep-] girl is cute...