Durin's Diary

Chapter 627 Battlefield
The man the old duke had gone to watch the archers soon returned and ran to Alessandro's side. "They're all young men, about sixteen or seventeen years old. They're good marksmen, but... they're not hunters."

"None of them are hunters." The old duke was stunned, then smiled with relief: "If they are not hunters, then I would have to look up to these young people."

In the North, those who dare to shoot from 1,500 meters away are hunters.

Normal soldiers would be prohibited from using this weapon unless there was really no one left on the position.

"Lord Durin allows mortals to use this weapon. Does that mean that young people like this only need a certain amount of stimulation to grow into hunters and even awaken themselves?" The old Duke of Savoy muttered beside him.

The old duke thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, the hunter's path often leads to breakthroughs in the midst of life and death."

Just as he was saying this, a messenger came running over from the position and said, "Start free firing!"

The green orcs' front line was at least six hundred meters away from here, and there were not many gunshots.

This made many observers nod their heads - in any case, the quality of this unit was good. Even if the superiors had given the order, those who lacked confidence still did not pull the trigger. This was much better than the recruits in the armies of various countries who would open fire at the slightest sign of trouble.

Looking at the green-skinned gunners who kept falling, the old Duke of Savoy came over and said: "These young men are really good."

"Yes, they can hit the target at 600 yards, and the targets they choose are those without shields like gunmen. Many bullets hit the head or neck directly... Are these young people the second echelon?" Alessandro handed the new telescope given by Dulin to his old comrade.

Both sides have fought against greenskins and aliens in the wilderness, so they can be said to have become friends through fighting.

After just one look, the old duke exclaimed, "This thing of yours is really good. It can see clearly at 600 meters."

"It is said that the newer models can spot the freckles on your unfortunate grandson's face from a thousand meters away." Alexandru added as he listened to more and more gunshots.

Soon, the green-skinned orcs' gunners began to retreat - the first few gunner formations had lost most of their personnel.

"The greenskins are forced to speed up." A young man noticed something.

"It's normal. They have lost all their gunners, and their archers can't reach here. They can only use the most primitive tactics and let the shield-bearing warriors cover the warlocks and shamans until they reach the casting distance." Alessandro and his old friends have been fighting with the greenskins for decades, and they know the greenskins' tactics very well.

The greenskins actually have tactics, and their tactics are: I am stronger than you, I am more crazy than you.

When they were young, humans still used muzzle-loading rifles, and the orcs' rifles had a longer range. If it weren't for the fact that these things were almost inaccurate, the human world wouldn't have been able to survive for so long.

But it was obvious that these young people also had a way, and the previous small projectile artillery position opened fire at this time.

The principle of this thing is that of a new-age catapult - Alessandro watched as the shells fired by this thing fell into the group of greenskins gathered with shields, causing a bloody storm.

"A druid gave them the coordinates." The old Duke of Savoy muttered, "I can't defeat this formation even if I were in charge. I can't match the heavy artillery, I don't have any small artillery, and my soldiers' marksmanship is no match. I'm still the attacker, so how can I win?"

Alessandro thought about it and agreed. No matter who came, there would be no chance of winning.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw red flares being fired into the sky... no, several of them. "This is the battle mage preparing to enter the battlefield. The red flares are going up to show that the position is still in our hands. It's a simple identification mark," a young officer said.

Alessandro looked over and found that it was a species of deer from the Great Woods. That was normal. The new tactics of the battle mages were proposed by the grassland elves. Just last year when the greenskins invaded the Great Woods, the grassland elves showed off their latest model of machine gun pods. The powerful battle mages could even use four machine gun pods at a time, using 20mm caseless bullets. With a full-scale attack, all creatures in front of them would be killed.

Just as I was thinking this, a young man with good eyesight pointed to the sky.

Then I saw a dozen battle mages passing through the field, and the things they dropped fell into the green-skinned orcs' line.

"Are they all duds?" Some people were puzzled - it's not that there is something wrong with duds, but that there is really nothing wrong with duds. There is no batch of ammunition without duds in this world. No matter how good the craftsmen, how powerful the assembly line, or how great the engineers are, they cannot guarantee that the ammunition they produce will be foolproof.

But it would be abnormal if all the ammunition in an attack were duds.

Just as he was wondering about this, Alessandro saw the exploding mountains and seas. In that instant, all the green-skinned orc phalanxes were engulfed in the sea of ​​fire.

"This war cannot be fought. If Lord Durin wants my life, he can come and take it with his own hands. I will not let my children fight against such an enemy." The old friend returned the telescope.

"Why are you so anxious? Are you his enemy?" Alessandro asked with a smile. He took the telescope and handed it to the adjutant to keep. "This is a good thing. I have to go and have a good talk with my grandson-in-law."

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"Look how beautiful Duke Alexandru is." exclaimed the young officer from Savoy.

But to be honest, as an old man whose granddaughter married Lord Du Lin, he is indeed qualified to say so.

Look at the Tygus cubs in the Great Forest, they have been acting pretty aggressively recently. Lord Durin has also distributed a lot of new equipment to them, including four-barreled short-barreled shotguns with double-stage triggers that fire two shots at a time. Even the most aggressive green-skinned orcs can't make a sound when faced with a steel-core single-shot bullet aimed at their faces at close range.

The protective gear worn by the Tygus were even more exquisitely crafted. The chain links and breastplates were so fine that ordinary swords and axes could not break the breastplates or damage the chain links. When the Tygus company fought against the green-skinned orcs, with similar numbers of people, no one would die as long as the Tygus company paid more attention.

Now everyone thinks that Mr. Du Lin should have a bit of a collecting desire - you see, among his lovers, there are grassland elves, birds, lambs, kittens and big cats, as well as dragons and humans, and they are all different.

If it were an ordinary person, anyone who came would have to spit on Du Lin.

But the problem is - Dühring is a genius. He is a genius in art, a genius in invention, and a genius in battlefield command.

Many of the fighting methods and equipment used by these young people today were invented by Du Lin.

There were geniuses in history who liked to lick little girls' feet. Compared with this, it is a normal hobby for a genius among geniuses, a legend among legends like Lord Durin, to have a desire to collect some beautiful girls.

What is the meaning of vulgarity and elegance, what is the meaning of appreciation by both the elite and the masses? This is it.

(End of this chapter)