Warhammer Seal

Chapter 163
"Our mortars in Nunn City are definitely one-to-one masters!"

The observation hole inside the tank has been removed, and of course the incense burner can see the situation outside.

When it comes to the mortar produced by Nun, he can say it for three days and three nights without repeating it.

One of the most talked about is that all mortar shells are hollow, filled with gunpowder in the middle.

As long as the shell lands or touches the enemy, in addition to the impact damage, it will also cause a violent explosion.

Although not as fast as the cannon and can be used to target large targets, for infantry units, the mortar is their eternal nightmare.

With a salvo, twelve shells leaped into the air and fell like raindrops towards the orc phalanx.

All artillery engineers target goblins, whether they are goblins with spears or goblins with bows and arrows, mortars only shoot goblins.

The orcs are too rough and thick, and one shell explosion can cause at most five orc casualties, but if it falls in the goblin phalanx, at least a dozen goblins can be killed!

Those grinning disgusting things can't do much damage at close range, but they can hold back the infantry of the empire.

Twelve shells fell into the phalanx of goblin archers at the same time, bursting out the first fireworks of the battle.

It exploded at the same time, and some goblins were even blown up to a height of more than three meters, and the entire phalanx of goblin archers was wiped out in one fell swoop.

The artillery engineers continued to reload and then changed targets at the same time, this time bombing a new goblin phalanx to avoid overflowing damage.

After two rounds of mortars were fired, Wende looked at the rangefinder, and now the orcs were within his range.

The incense burner immediately stopped working next to the steam engine, and delivered ammunition to Wende together with Ruixi.

Engineers and Death Witches rely on intelligence to make a living, and the other relies on agility. Delivering ammunition is a physical job.

The clever Burning Feather immediately understood the meaning of staying in the tank, and began to prepare ammunition for Wende.

The tank fired, and a shell the size of a goblin's head blasted out. The recoil caused the entire tank to retreat a little, but the tank with the brake installed regained its balance within a second.

The cannonball flew out, blasting the first orc it touched into blood mist, and then stopped after penetrating seven or eight orcs.

Just when the orc thought that the cannon would take a long time to reload, Wende's second shell was also ready.

Press the trigger to ignite the fuse, and another shell flew out. This time, luck was very good, and it hit the land in front of the orc phalanx.

Due to the high speed of the entire cannonball when it was fired, even if it hit softer soil, it would bounce up. The scientific name is called a grazing bullet.

Now that there is a dragon carrying ammunition for Wende, Uncle Censer can also do what he wants. He installed three fist-sized iron balls in the hell serial gun on the front of the tank, and then fired them all.

This is probably the tank with the most powerful firepower in the entire old world, capable of firing artillery shells that restrain infantry and giant beasts at the same time.

No matter how fierce the firepower was, Wende only had one tank, and the orcs ran straight after being bombarded by the artillery, and could charge in front of the human phalanx in no more than a minute.

The bullets swished past, all passing by the side of the tank, splashing out like rain.

The orc at the front was torn into dozens of pieces in an instant, with internal organs, intestines, arms and legs splashing everywhere, and blood overflowing.

Humans have no tough flesh, no great skills, and no magical gifts.

The empire has no giant beasts that shake the sky, nor does it have real flying troops.

To fight against ghosts and ghosts with a mortal body, the only thing you can rely on is faith, steel and gunpowder. The master of the three is, yes, the Musketeer.

A round of volley had been fired, and all the musketeers immediately crouched down to load the next round of ammunition into their barrels.

Behind them, the crossbowmen had adjusted their firing angles.

Throwing at a vertical angle of 30°, with the sergeant's shout, the small crossbow strings made an ear-splitting sound, and the arrows covered the sky like locusts.

The orcs rushing to the front were all shot with arrows without exception. It was really scary. Even if they were not wearing any armor, these green monsters could still run while being hit by arrows. The musketeers at the front even almost smelled These guys stink.

"Censer, speed up, don't be surrounded!"

Seeing that the orcs had already caught up, Wende immediately leaned over to the incense burner's ear, yelling loudly for him to go back and deal with the power issue.

The moving speed of the tank is very slow, and the starting speed is even slower at the same time. If it is completely surrounded by orcs, it is afraid that it will be blown into a mass of scrap iron by various stones, iron tools and swords.

The steam engine was full of power again, and then charged forward with all its strength.

At any rate, the orc could resist a little to avoid being knocked into the air, and the goblin was directly caught in the gears of the tank.

I thought this would slow down the tank's movement speed, but I didn't expect the goblin's crushed internal organs to get stuck in the track and actually play the role of lubricating oil.

The censer sitting inside the tank had a presumptuous smile on his face. While laughing, he enjoyed listening to the sound of various broken weapons beating the tank outside.

All the way forward, the tank crushed a bloody road.

While riding the orcs to attack the tank, the musketeers also loaded the second round of ammunition. No wonder the dwarves called the musketeers the thunder musketeers. The sound of the salvo was really like thunder.

"Wende, the pressure of the steam engine is too great, we can't continue to charge!"

"Understood, retreat to the side, go to the back of the infantry phalanx and continue shooting!"

Finally, the speed of the tank slowed down, but it was still much faster than the orcs and goblins running on their legs. The mortar team obviously took care of Wenduo, and dozens of shells exploded behind the tank. sound.

Smoke, explosions, and shockwaves gave Wind good cover and allowed him to leave the battlefield quickly.

The spearmen also all pushed forward, erecting their weapons and waiting for the charge of the orcs. The tank had successfully reached the back of the infantry phalanx, turned around quickly, and then the hatch was opened.

Wen De had already jumped out holding the sword, and followed Rui Xi and Zhuo Yu.

The dark elf had already smelled the smell of blood in the air. If she couldn't go up and kill a few orcs, she would definitely become irritable.

Holding two daggers in hand, he and Wende joined the infantry phalanx.

The tank at this time is not a decoration. After pulling up the handbrake and hanging up the clutch, Uncle Xianglu can ignore the steam engine and stop directly on the spot.

Every good engineer is a good artilleryman, and now he is responsible for loading tank shells and providing all long-range fire support for Wende.

Karl Franz, who was riding the deathclaw, had already rushed into the crowd of orcs, surrounded by orc boys desperately trying to come up and chop him with an axe.

With a beautiful sweep of Deathclaw, all the orcs who wanted to get close to her were overturned. Wherever the sharp claws passed, all the orcs' corpses were broken into three pieces.

"Ostermark brothers, don't let those playboy Ricks steal the show!"

Hertwig, the Elector of the province of Ostermark, couldn't hold back his blood, and gave orders to all the soldiers behind him.

"Charge, block the escape route of those orcs, and let Rick see who is the strongest fighter."

All the ambushing Ostermark soldiers rushed out. Although there were no horses or cavalry, they were all as strong as a city wall. In the eyes of the orcs, they probably thought they saw a landslide.

Azhan Destroyer was hiding in the center of the army. He was no ordinary orc, he was an orc who knew magic, and he didn't bother to compete in close combat.

With a wave of his hands, a burst of black and purple magic emerged from his hands, the ground began to shatter, and a wyvern that had become a mixture of flesh and skeleton crawled out of it.

At the same time, he also proved one thing, the orcs also have brains for tactical preparations.

More than 100 orcs riding wild boars suddenly appeared on the side of the Ostermark soldiers, and they stabbed Hertwig's chest violently like a sharp knife.

At the same time, in the frontal battlefield, the trolls who had been waiting for a long time finally ran out of the woods. Their three-meter-high bodies ran towards the imperial infantry phalanx while waving a huge club in their hands.

　Thank you [Soda Bird] for the monthly pass.

　　Thanks to [War Economist] for the reward.

　　Azhan Slayer is a wise orc and a very rare orc mage (not shaman) in the Old World.

　　He is proficient in dark magic, and is good at commanding wyverns, and has a wyvern ride (which has become a necromancer) named Bonechew.

　　With the ability to regenerate, to be able to slowly restore his physical health, and perhaps be able to use a fire attack on him like he did to a vampire.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)