660.Sacred tradition is based on this
660.The sacred tradition is thus determined (page 1/2)
Although the jackals are rude and most of them are father-in-law, their war experience ranks among the best on the entire continent..
After all, four hundred and fifty years have passed since the first black disaster. During these hundreds of years, the gnolls have either been fighting with the entire continent or with hostile clans. It is not an exaggeration to call them a "war race".
It can be said that if fighting is also a kind of talent, then Jackals are the beings who have this talent to the fullest. Coupled with their exaggerated physical fitness, these guys can still survive in the Dark Mountains despite hundreds of years of joint strangulation on the mainland. Live your own noisy little life.
Those war experiences from the ancestors were inherited by the descendants from generation to generation, and in the four consecutive continent-level wars such as the Black Disaster, these experiences were integrated and new branches were generated. The direct consequence of the inheritance of war is that even a group of Jackals were airdropped onto an uninhabited island, and the first thing they could make was always fortresses and weapons for war..
Just like this seemingly ordinary highland position in front of me.
After Transia's newbies used the extremely explosive self-destruction tactic to gnaw down the first line of defense and kill the warlord who came to take over the command, what they saw in front of them was not a chaotic camp that they could push past..
On the contrary, after the first line of defense was eliminated, the Jackals in the internal position not only did not panic, but began to form a formation to face the enemy under the command of various small warlords..
Especially when Colonel Fraser commanded about two-thirds of the artillery to push the forty field guns to a suitable position and began to project firepower on the Jackal camp, preparing to repeat the coordinated charge with the Transians just now, The Splitclaw Warlord in the camp immediately sensed the danger..
It issued a crazy order, asking the Jackals in the second position to charge the enemy against the precise projection of Gorse artillery..
This is not the same concept as Transia's sudden advance under the cover of artillery fire. This is basically equivalent to asking the jackals to jump out from behind the bunker that can protect themselves and face those hot destructive shells..
However, this real death order was quickly carried out.
Because the little Jackal Overseer in the second position quickly discovered the biggest problem with this invading army, their firepower was seriously insufficient.！
Forty field guns were scattered, unable to cover even one-third of the Jackal position. The first position was captured only because the soldiers there were frightened. If they were so frightened that they could dare to If you have the courage to rush out of the position and engage in close combat with the Transians, you will easily discover this problem..
Those field cannons are only used to scare people. Expecting them to crush the jackal army is a fool's errand..
Jackals are not the kind of garbage army that will collapse if they are bombarded. They are very brave..
In fact, this is indeed the case. In Master Qin's plan, there was never any illusion of relying on artillery to crush the enemy. If they were followed here by the artillery of the Brass Dwarves with "superior firepower tradition", then there might be some hope..
But it's a pity that those brass dwarves who look so mighty are a bunch of fucking cowards.！
In order to maintain the marching speed, Colonel Fraser was unable to bring real heavy artillery. Therefore, when the elite Jackals in the second position began to charge against the artillery bombardment, the players' overwhelming offensive was quickly contained. Between the first and second level positions.
This vanguard military camp built on the highlands has a total of three lines of defense. If the players can capture the second line of defense, then they will win. But on the other hand, if the gnolls hold the second line of defense, then the players must immediately retreat.
Their numbers are seriously insufficient. Once the surprise battle turns into a frontal attack, everything will stop..
After seeing that the formation breakers were blocked, Lao Qin, who was holding a chain sword, gave the order almost immediately.：
“Let the formation breakers shrink the battle circle and mobilize 400 people! Blow up the jackal lines for me！”
Mr. Qin, nicknamed "Old Warlord" by players, pointed to the melee battlefield ahead and shouted to his adjutant, a veteran of the Qing Dynasty.：
“Get General Maxim and his soldiers ready to rush in once the lines open! They must rush into the third position and kill the enemy commander. Players will stay here to buy them time..
There are too few of us and we simply cannot afford it.！
Only by defeating the morale of the gnolls and causing them to collapse can we possibly win.！”
A veteran of the Qing Dynasty hesitated to speak.
He wanted to tell Mr. Qin that you were just a major and the other party was a general. You had no power to command him. But seeing Old Qin's ferocious face at this time, the adjutant immediately ran to convey the news..
Fortunately, Maxim is also a pragmatist. The fact that he can bring people here shows that he is also eager for a victory..
What's more, tonight's war has another meaning for Maxim..
“Please tell Major Qin that my soldiers and I will not let down the opportunity and time that the warriors fought for. Even if we spend everything, we will definitely kill the enemy chief.！”
The monster general made a promise to the player. While his people's army soldiers were making final arrangements, Maxim took a few steps back and said to Ms. Leonia, who was taking out the special arrows and putting them into the quiver.：
“You will follow me later to kill the Splitclaw Warlord. You will have to get its head with your own hands, and you will also have to destroy the flags on this position with your own hands..”
“Come on, Mark, I know what I'm going to do..”
Ms. Leonia is still not used to this kind of "credit comes to her door" situation, but tonight is indeed different. The anxiety of the battle situation in front of her makes it completely understandable that the foreigners in Transia are risking the entire army to advance this. A battle with sloppy strategy but resolute execution.
She didn't come here just sitting on her laurels..
The mission she has to undertake is not easy either..
But at this time, this powerful arch knight did not forget to ridicule her weak "scandalous boyfriend", she whispered：
“When you, a black iron elite, are escorting me, a silver archer, could you please not show this terrible aura that you are the leader? You know, I'm the one who protects you most of the time.”
“Tonight is different.”
Maxim was not as silent as before, he warned：
“Tonight is a raid! This is a military adventure that should not be executed. I can understand that the warriors came here for profit, but once their strategy is successful, it can bring subversive changes to the war situation..
We are all part of this plan.
And we bear the most important and dangerous part of the plan, you must be prepared. I do not deny that I have selfish motives here, but for this reason, I cannot bring a failure to my master, which will make me There is no place for shame in the Blood Eagle Clan, which is destined to greatness and rise..”
“What did you just say you should be prepared for?？”
Leonia inserted an elf war knife into her waist, brushed her hair and asked. Maxim glanced at her, helped her put on the blood alliance clan's war helmet, and whispered：
“Prepare to die in this battle! I declare in advance that I will not take a step back until I hold victory in my own hands! This is the oath of loyalty I made to Lord Murphy, and it’s time to fulfill it. If you die, I will remember you for the rest of my life..
If I die, I hope you can do the same thing.”
The archer was silent for a moment. She knew that this kind of terrible love words was the limit of what Maxim could say..
She looked back at the soldiers who were preparing for the final assault..
These people's army elites brought out by Maxim had no deserters, no noise or noise. They were quietly arranging their equipment. Each of them had a small syringe made by a halfling on their belt..
Lenia knew that it contained diluted source blood. When these soldiers felt that death was coming, they would use it without hesitation to transform themselves from humans into members of the Blood Vulture Clan..
After dying in battle as a human, he used the power of a vampire to devote his second loyalty to his hometown and lord..
The speed of blood transformation into vampires is very fast, but the lack of mandatory constraints of the blood contract will create free vampires that are very "dangerous" in the eyes of other clans. This ancient and expensive tradition is no longer used by any clan in this era..
However, Murphy regained the almost forgotten tradition in the black disaster..
That unique vampire lord hated the First Embrace, and he used this method to create a new, nobler tradition for the Blood Vulture Clan in this war that would make the enemy tremble even more..
Every member of the New Blood Vulture is an elite soldier who has survived hundreds of battles. This is enough to ensure that the New Blood Vulture clan has the determination, purpose and courage that the seven major clans have never had. The future that Murphy has set for his clan is even better than The Blood Alliance clans are now stronger and more aggressive！
It's really hard to imagine what Murphy would do with such an army of vampires？
Leonia keenly felt that perhaps this black disaster would not only change the situation on the continent, but also the ancient traditions and balance that the vampire clan had maintained for thousands of years..
“They charged！”
Maxim took his vulture helmet from the adjutant and put it on his head. He pointed forward. Lenia turned around and saw hundreds of rookies carrying explosives rushing towards them howling under the cover of artillery fire. A melee position where a gap can never be opened in the front.
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