408: C408 Fully Annihilated 7th Legion

C408 Fully Annihilated 7th Legion

At that time, the Pulley Type Steel Crossbow would definitely no longer be able to show any of its abilities. However, the archers and infantry in the depression would then attack the hillside. Instead, they would coordinate with each other and perform a strategy of pincer attack from the front and back.

The key to this battle plan was that the cavalry could directly charge out of the depression and then counterattack and outflank the enemy soldiers on both sides of the hill.

Receiving Snowling's order, the cavalry battalion's captain, Pan Zhe, took the lead and led the cavalry battalion forward.

After a few hundred meters, Pan Zhe instinctively felt that something was wrong.

A few dozen meters in front of him stood a row of Tiangong Empire soldiers. However, the weapon in these soldiers' hands, was not a Pulley Type Steel Crossbow, not a bow, not a spear, not a steel blade, but a strangely-shaped stick.

Pan Zhe gritted his teeth. No matter what the enemy was holding in his hand, the combined assault of the 7th Legion's cavalry would definitely make the enemy pay the price.

Thinking of this, Pan Zhe whipped the horse's back. The horse was in pain and its four hooves started to move forward.

A few breaths later, a series of popping sounds rang out, and the strange sticks in the hands of the Tiangong Empire soldiers opposite of them started to emit a bit of bright fiery light.

Immediately after, the first row of the cavalry soldiers, as if they had run into an invisible wall, fell to the ground in a tumble, together with their horses.

Pan Zhe was astonished to see a row of cavalry soldiers fall, but he didn't know why.

Right at this time, Pan Zhe suddenly felt as if a sledgehammer was striking his chest. He only felt a dull thud from his chest before he fell off his horse.

After rolling a dozen times on the ground, using his remaining consciousness, Pan Zhe lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There, a wound the size of two fingers was bleeding profusely.

Pan Zhe opened his eyes wide and stopped breathing.

Just then, the soldiers of the Tianyang Legion Rifle Team, after firing from the first row, because of the existence of the magazine, Core Crystal Gun did not need to shoot like the Pulley Type Steel Crossbow s, instead, they just started shooting from the second round.

Along with a series of popping sounds, a large number of cavalry soldiers suddenly tumbled and fell in the midst of their charge.

However, due to the death of the commander, the cavalry unit was now a swarm of headless flies. Following the previous order, they kept charging forward.

This gave the rifle team a rare chance to fire in tandem.

Based on reason, if the cavalry army had reacted in time, they would have immediately turned around and scattered. Under the situation where the target was too scattered, the rifle squad's Core Crystal Rifle would not have been able to create such concentrated killing effect. The effects of the Core Crystal Rifle would be greatly reduced.

However, at this moment, the cavalry unit was still following the previous formation as they charged forward. For the rifle team, it was as if they had delivered it to their doorstep.

Snowling obviously noticed this problem as well, but Pan Zhe had already died, and the Crossbow Arrow s on both sides of the hill were still being shot at. Snowling couldn't get to the cavalry unit in time and retract the cavalry unit.

A team of ten thousand men, each with a thousand men, lined up in ten rows.

By this time, the first line of rifle soldiers had all twenty rounds of bullets in their magazines. Following the training instructions, the first row immediately backed off and began to reload the magazine. The second row then went forward, once again picking up the Core Crystal Rifle, and started another round of shooting.

With each shot, there were close to several hundred cavalrymen that were dismounted.

After almost twenty rounds of salvo, the cavalry unit that had a total of twenty thousand members in Oca Seventh Legion had already lost nearly half of their fighting strength.

However, due to the lack of a leader, the remaining ten thousand cavalrymen continued to charge forward.

At this moment, Lee Chengtian's rifle team displayed the amazing results of their early training. Every row of soldiers skillfully took out their guns, aimed, locked, and fired. After finishing a magazine, they quickly retreated. Next, the second row of soldiers moved forward, carrying guns, aiming, locking, firing, and then the third row …

For a time, the rifle team displayed the tactics of rotating shooting to its fullest.

The squadron of Oca Seventh Legion was weaved together by the wails and sounds of horses. Gradually, a small hill made of human flesh and corpses of horses was formed about a hundred meters in front of the rifle squad.

The sounds of gunfire continued. After a real battle, the sounds of gunfire from the rifle team became even more concentrated.

After another quarter of an hour, Snowling was shocked to see that the entire cavalry unit had almost been completely wiped out.

After staring blankly for a while, Snowling finally regained his senses. He shouted hoarsely: "Infantry Battalion, form a shield and charge forward. Quick, quick, don't hide in this damned canyon and rush out."

Hearing Snowling's order, the Infantry Battalion which was originally aimed at the two mountain peaks and forming a shield to defend, began to change direction collectively.

In less than ten breaths of time, the nearly sixty thousand Infantry Battalion s all turned around at ninety degrees, facing the direction of the cavalry battalion charging towards them.

Snowling understood that at the moment, there was only that direction. As long as they could break out of this canyon, the entire team would have a chance of survival once they break out of this infantry unit with strange weapons.

The enormous shield was raised up one side by one in front of him. The Infantry Battalion of the people began to chant together as they walked forward, one step at a time.

After completely annihilating the cavalry, the Tianyang Legion Rifle squadron temporarily stopped their firing. And at this time, the Oca of the Oca Legion hadn't reached a distance of three hundred meters yet. If they were too far away, it would affect the performance of the Core Crystal Rifle.

With sixty thousand Infantry Battalion s and chanting horns, he walked step by step towards the square formation of the rifle team. Trumpeter's voice was heavy and tragic, bringing forth a majestic aura from his Oca Seventh Legion.

On both sides of the hill, in order to preserve the strength of the archers, the cavalry and the infantry, Lee Chengtian did not choose the strategy of charging down from the hill. At the same time, he gave the order to thirty thousand archers to coordinate with the Pulley Type Steel Crossbow to specially target the flaws and loopholes in the shield's defensive array, and to shoot down as many of the enemy as possible.

The sixty thousand foot soldiers and twenty thousand archers of the Oca Seventh Legion were hiding under their shields as they advanced in the rain of arrows on both sides of the hill.

For Snowling, after so many years of fighting, he was never as sullen as he was today.

In less than an hour, the twenty thousand strong cavalry battalion had been completely wiped out before they could even touch the other party's border. The remaining Infantry Battalion s and Archery Range s could not even lift their heads up under the suppression of the other party's arrows and Crossbow Arrow. They could only shrink their heads and slowly charge forward.

After another quarter of an hour, after paying the price of several hundred people being shot by crossbows, Infantry Battalion's shield finally began to gradually enter into a distance of one hundred meters away from the Tianyang Legion Rifle Team.

Looking at the orderly arrangement of infantry units one hundred zhang away, Snowling gritted his teeth and thought to himself: As long as we can break through that infantry unit, the Seventh Legion would still be able to preserve a large portion of their strength. They might even be able to organize a counterattack after rushing out of the canyon.

At this time, the Tianyang Legion Rifle Team One's soldiers once again lifted up the Core Crystal Rifle in their hands.

Seeing that, Snowling shouted: "Be careful, the opponent is going to shoot. Keep the shield connected and don't leave any space."

Hearing Snowling's order, the soldiers in the first row of Infantry Battalion slightly adjusted the shield in their hands to ensure that all of the shields were tightly sewn together.

A series of popping sounds rang out.

Following that, Snowling saw a scene that he would never forget in his entire life, and he was flabbergasted. The shield in the hands of the soldier in the first row disintegrated in an instant, turning into pieces of armor that fluttered in the air. At the same time, the first row of soldiers, after losing their shields, fell forward one after another.

Before Snowling could react, the second salvo started once again.

It was still the sky full of shield fragments, it was still the soldiers who kept falling down.

Snowling naturally did not know that when the Core Crystal Rifle was first developed, its immense physical impact force was able to tear Lin Qiyu's Silver Dragon armor into pieces.

And the Silver Dragon Armor was at least a standard level eight armor, when compared to the shield in the hands of the Oca Seventh Legion soldiers, it was evidently a lot stronger.

The only thing that the Core Crystal Rifle could not penetrate was the shield that contained spells of at least the fifth rank. Regarding this, Ye Tian had already successfully developed an electrical Magic Gun, so it could have an effect on him.

For an entire hour, Snowling watched this unilateral massacre aimed at Oca Seventh Legion with no emotions.

Snowling had never experienced a battle and had no idea how to dodge this kind of attack. He also didn't know how to react on the spot.

An hour later, more than half of the soldiers with Infantry Battalion had already been knocked to the ground. Among the remaining soldiers, there were quite a number of people who had suffered all sorts of minor injuries.

The soldiers of the Seventh Legion had completely lost their will to fight. They had never seen such a powerful weapon before. Such a battle had completely exceeded their original battle experience and knowledge.

People always have a strong fear of the unknown.

The soldiers of Infantry Battalion s of the Seventh Legion no longer had the motivation to continue charging. Every time there was the sound of guns popping, even if they were not hit, the soldiers would still scream miserably and be frightened until they either tilted or fell, and were unable to stand properly.

This increased the casualty rate of the soldiers.2

After another quarter of an hour, other than the dozens of soldiers who were still groaning and lying on the ground, only Snowling was left standing.

With his face ashen, Snowling's scalp began to feel a bit disordered. He looked dazedly at the rifle squad that was arranged in an orderly manner hundreds of meters away.

Snowling laughed bitterly and nodded. He raised his arm and a huge whirlpool of wind slowly formed in front of it.

Without a doubt, Snowling's strength was at least an Elementary Wind Magic Mentor.

However, at this moment, Lee Chengtian quickly walked out of the Rifle Team and arrived in front of the first row of soldiers. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Snowling, who was struggling in the last ditch effort.

After a short moment of silence, Lee Chengtian quickly raised the Core Crystal Rifle in his hands, aimed, locked, and pulled the trigger.

With a "pa" sound, the shellless bullet instantly left the barrel and flew straight towards Snowling's forehead.

At this moment, Snowling's Wind Attribute Magic did not finish its final preparations. In an instant, a pillar of blood shot out from Snowling's forehead.

Immediately after, Snowling's entire body flew backwards and after a few breaths, heavily fell onto the ground.

The commander of Oca Seventh Legion, the highest commander, Snowling, died in the Mossie Ridge on April 17, 215.

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