1372: 463.
Are all newbies in Transylvania monsters?
_2 1372: 463.
Are all newbies in Transylvania monsters?
_2 This bizarre and alarming destructive power made the Necromancer wary.
Luckily, of the six shells in the second round of artillery fire, only one fell near it, the remaining five deviated significantly but also crashed into the Skeleton Army’s formation, taking out over a hundred skeletons.
Such a loss ant little to the Necromancer, but it had already realized that the enemy’s actions could seriously disrupt its army.
It hesitated no longer and issued orders through the ranks, imdiately sending a team of skeleton cavalry charging toward the location of the artillery fire.
At this mont, on the high ground, Old Qin was cursing and urging the students to get moving.
“What the hell was that second shot?
I told you to lower the gun muzzle by 5°!
How much did you lower it?
Why didn’t you shove the damn gun muzzle into your pants?
Fuck!
Didn’t you learn math in college?
Adjust it quickly!
That round should have covered the enemy commander!
Fuck, we missed a good opportunity.”
“Old Qin!
Skeletons are charging at us!”
Rainbow Cat Hero shouted, holding a monocular:
“It’s skeleton cavalry, nearly a hundred rushing over, they’re fast, the swamp can’t slow them down, let’s run!”
“Run your ass!
You coward.”
Old Qin, angry, kicked Rainbow Cat Hero in the butt, and cursed:
“We’re over ten ters above the ground here, they can’t climb up in a short ti, and we still have fifty-four shells!
Dammit, fire all the shells at them before they get here!
Blow them to pieces!
You guys!
Can you adjust the angles yet?
I’m not directing you anymore, each pair takes care of one cannon, since we can’t decapitate with cold shots, just go for dispersed attacks.
Put your hearts into it!
We’re dood today anyway, but rember to take as many down with us before we die.”
“We’ve only got four white phosphorus bombs left.”
Threejin Sweet Potato Burn yelled:
“The rest are high-explosive shells, Old Qin, you use the white phosphorus bombs, your aim is good!”
“Fuck, I forgot, I still have Hamr and Sickle Brigade’s guns and major weapons to hand over to the students here.”
Having been kicked, Rainbow Cat Hero couldn’t afford to get angry seeing everyone else bustling around firing off shells.
He clumsily opened his psychic package at his waist and dumped everything on the high ground.
Besides a few boxes of replica Mosin Nagant rifles, there was a big box.
Opening it, Rainbow Cat Hero exclaid:
“Fuck!
Cruise missiles!”
“Hmm?”
Old Qin, who was adjusting the position, suddenly turned around and saw a small cruise missile with a red tip in the box, which made his eyes widen.
He marveled internally:
“Damn it!
What have my old subordinates been doing in this ga?
Why would they craft such a ruthless thing?
Not right!
Transylvania’s industrial level clearly shouldn’t have this thing yet.
You guys don’t even have planes but managed to make cruise missiles first, has the tech tree gone totally crooked up to grandma’s foot-binding cloth?”
“What a big weapon!”
The four student comrades beside Old Qin showed no fear, and the farther newbie players were even more frenzied.
Having slt gunpowder for the first ti, they were nearly mad with excitent.
The Threejin Sweet Potato Burn’s roommates even stripped their shirts off in excitent, imitating movie poses, sweat dripping down as they stuffed the shells into the artillery and fired wildly.
Seeing the swampland in front of them light up with explosions like a grand scene from a war movie, a sense of manly achievent and satisfaction surged through them, even provoking cheers and curses.
They were mad beyond normal.
“What a big weapon my ass!
This thing won’t explode without a high enough trajectory.”
Old Qin knew what he was talking about.
He cursed, quickly fired off the four white phosphorus bombs he had, then walked swiftly to the cruise missile, picking up a wrench from the box and rolling up his sleeves, apparently planning to dismantle the missile.
“Fuck!
Old Qin, what are you doing?
Fire the artillery!
They are surrounding us.”
Rainbow Cat Hero, holding a Mosin Nagant, tremblingly tried to attach the bayonet to its base, but was too excited and afraid that he failed three tis.
Watching him, Old Qin scornfully grabbed the gun and bayonet, clicked it into place but did not return it to Rainbow Cat but carried it on his back.
He kneeled on the ground, took the wrench, and began disassembling the front end of the missile, without turning his head, he said:
“I need to remove the safety fuze from this thing, so that when they get close enough, I can manually detonate it by striking its chemical substances…
luckily this thing’s technology is crude and backward, I couldn’t handle anything from WWII era with my skills.”
“Fuck!
What exactly do you do in real life!”
Rainbow Cat was suddenly horrified and scread:
“This doesn’t look like sothing a retired old man could pull off; you aren’t so kind of veteran from the Middle East, are you?”
“Haha, I’ve told you, I’ve fought in wars, just a bit more experienced than you guys.”
Old Qin didn’t care about Rainbow Cat’s crude language.
He could hear the noise of the Skeleton Army climbing beneath the high ground, as well as the swish of bone arrows and the cries of student comrades being struck.
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