On the Seven Towers

Song Hongyang and two other officers led the Lingshi soldiers to surround them from behind the ridge to both sides, approaching the Imperial people on the river beach from three directions. After receiving Luo Ling's order, they will launch attacks at the same time, leaving the Imperial people who are still completely unaware of the situation to worry about one thing and the other after the battle begins.

About twenty minutes later, the three troops were in position and reported to Luo Ling through the contact between the spirit servant and the host mage. Luo Ling had regained some energy at this time. She walked to a hillside in an invisible state, and once again came down to the top of the camp.

Luo Ling danced her hands lightly, and a sleep spell with an expanded range exploded from her hands. Fan-shaped ripples swept down from the mountain, silently passing by the imperial warriors one by one. This sleep technique made no sound, but the spiritual magic swept over the people in the camp. Those who were originally asleep fell into a deeper sleep, and those who were originally awake but a little sleepy fell into sleep. Even those who were still awake suddenly felt sleepy, their eyes were a little twitching, and they wished they could fall down and sleep.

There was a young imperial officer who was patrolling the post and two soldiers walking along the perimeter of this simple camp. He yawned widely, thinking it was the natural sleepiness of a summer afternoon. He did not expect that the attack started. Prelude.

After walking a few more steps, he heard a thump behind him. When he looked back, he saw one of his soldiers fell to the ground. The fallen soldier did not get up, but actually snored on the spot and fell asleep. past. Another soldier originally wanted to help someone, so he squatted down behind him, but he also sat next to the sleeping soldier and took a nap.

The officer was startled and drove away seven or eight of his sleepiness. He knew that only magic could produce such an effect, so he immediately shouted loudly: "A magician is attacking us!"

But this warning came too late. At the same time as he shouted, strange whistling sounds sounded from all directions. The sound was light and sharp, like something tapping the armor lightly, making a clicking sound.

Airsoft shooting! After fighting the Chinese for so long, the Imperial man had a basic understanding of the Chinese's pneumatic weapons. Then he heard screams one after another, making him realize that the enemy's sneak attack had been successful.

"Lord Mollet!" The officer rushed towards the center where the general was. Countless metal bullets were shot out from the dense forest behind him, hitting the officer and his colleagues. He was a step slower when he burst out with protective fighting spirit. , four or five bloody holes were opened in his body by those bullets, and the officer felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his back. His steps became messy, and he ran a few more steps, his legs getting weaker and weaker, and finally he fell to the ground. He saw the Imperial soldiers around him falling one by one. Some were in a panic and were knocked down by those bullets just like him. More people were killed in their sleep. As he lay dying, he vaguely saw General Mollett in the center of the camp waking up and starting to organize his men, but like his cry, it was too late.

Song Hongyang and others did not lead the team out of the woods, but took advantage of the cover of the woods and the height difference of the terrain to shoot at the enemies from top to bottom, while the mages in the team would release fireball magic at the gathered enemies.

Because mages were better protected, there were far fewer mages sick than warriors in the Heimuguan plague this time. The configuration of Molliet's team is very abnormal. Among the more than 500 people, there is only one mid-level mage and two low-level mage. The three mages had just cast some shield magic, and were taken care of by the spirit servants. Bullets and magic were sprayed at them like water. The dispelling magic first lifted the shield, and then the three imperial mages were beaten into a sieve.

Molliet organized several breakouts, but even if his mid-level and high-level ones could withstand a certain amount of bullet damage, they could not brave the mage's focused fire and rush into the forest. There were more than twenty of Luo Ling's spiritual servants. Although mages are only at the middle level at the highest level, they use resonance to cast spells, which greatly increases the power of magic. The result of each breakout was that a few corpses fell down and then fell back battered by elemental magic.

One of Molliet's guards said: "Sir, the Chinese occupy the hills on three sides. Their magicians have a great advantage. We have no hope if we continue to fight like this. We have no choice but to cross the river and go deeper into the forest. "

Molliet looked back at the river behind him. Although the river was only more than ten meters wide, it had a large drop and fast currents. It was basically impossible for warriors who were not strong enough or had poor water quality to cross the river.

"Do you want to abandon most of the people and escape with only a few?" Mollett asked.

The guard said: "Sir, you also know the situation of us people. For us, what is the difference between dying here and dying in the enemy's town in two days? But it is very different for the enemy. Yes. Shouldn’t we conserve our strength and give the enemy the greatest blow?”

Mollett snorted coldly.

The guard said anxiously: "It is not the time for you to lead the Black Guard now. There are no real masters under your command. It is useless to force a breakthrough. We, we have no other way to go."

Mollett said: "Then you cross the river first and investigate the situation on the other side."

The guard followed the order and left. He was also a middle-level warrior, and the river more than ten meters wide was just a matter of leap for him. He rushed to the river and burst out with fighting spirit and jumped to the other side. But when he leaped to the highest point, an ice spear suddenly appeared from higher in the air, breaking through his fighting spirit defense and piercing through his body.

A human figure appeared from the air. It turned out to be Luo Ling who had come to the other side of the river at some point and blocked the last gap alone.

Molett looked at the body of the guard who fell into the water and sneered secretly.

The imperials who had originally expected to escape across the river all bent their bows and shot arrows at Luo Ling, but a light shield appeared in front of Luo Ling. These weak attacks were easily blocked by her shield. She cast an ice storm towards the river bank. White ice crystals and snowflakes almost covered the sky above these attackers in an instant. The cold froze their movements, and the ice spikes pierced their bodies. After the great magician's ice storm, the river bank was in a mess, and there were few people standing.

Being blocked from all sides, the imperials' space was compressed smaller and smaller. They could only use stones, tree trunks and terrain as cover to avoid bullets. But there were not many places to hide. Only the dozens of soldiers around Molett maintained the basic formation, and most of the peripheral soldiers were beaten to collapse.