"This bunch of incompetent waste!"

An elite tribe wolf cavalry commander stood up on the back of the wolf. He faced the trench defense line of the Imperial Army ahead, facing the rain of bullets and bullets coming, and loudly mocked him with contempt and disdain.

"This group of wastes, they have defamed the noble title of "Wolf Bandit."

The commander raised the exquisitely crafted sword in his hand and waved it forward with force. A blue-gray knife light spurted out, smashing more than a dozen twelve-5-caliber bullets attacking in front of him to pieces.

"Brothers, let us teach this group of imperial pigs a lesson... Let those wastes who are only known as "wolf bandits" see, we are the real heroes of the highland..."

The wolf cavalrymen who were charging in groups howled happily. They stood on the backs of the wolf, waving their swords, showing off their outstanding skills and extraordinary riding skills.

Unlike the wolf bandits who plundered tribes and caravans everywhere, the elite wolf cavalry of these tribes were really good at fighting with the countries of Medlands around the highlands.

They fought against the empires, they fought against the kingdom, they fought against the principality!

They plundered the empire, they plundered the kingdom, they destroyed the priest...

The wolf cavalry of a thousand-man scale, combined with thousands of evil wolves, dared to attack the array of musketeers of a thousand-man scale.

Moreover, their charges are basically invincible. Unless the opponent has a large amount of extraordinary combat power, the regular troops of various countries in the mainland will be extremely difficult to withstand the frontal assault of the wolf cavalry.

The army of the Delun Empire also fought head-on.

Before the 1379th year of the Glory, seventy-eight years, seventy-seven years, seventy-seven years, and even earlier years, they have been pushing forward for more than a hundred years. The wolf cavalry on the highlands have never suffered any losses at the hands of the Delun Empire Army.

Although this time, the firepower of the Derren Empire seemed a bit wild.

"Let us kill them all and steal them all!" The chief of men standing on the back of the wolf roared.

A series of high-speed shells with a caliber of thirty millimeters exploded near him, and wolves and wolf cavalry were blown up one by one. The unlucky guys hit by the shells were torn to pieces; the "lucky guys" who were exploded at close range were torn apart by shrapnel, and their bodies were rolling and screaming in blood on the ground.

However, in the trench defense line, there were only eighteen high-speed cannons roaring.

Faced with nearly 100,000 wolf cavalry and several times the evil wolf assault, eighteen high-speed cannons caused considerable casualties, but they could not stop the wild assault of the wolf cavalry.

"Run?    Run?    Run!"

The wolf cavalry were roaring wildly and screaming excitedly.

The companions around them kept falling down? Some people were constantly torn to pieces by bombs. What death and blood brought them? Only wilder desires and higher stimulation.

This is the character of the Highlanders.

The death of their companions will only make their animality and wildness even more soar.

The death of companions will only make them feel excited and happy - there is another missing bastard who divides the spoils. The more bastards die, the better.

Even brothers with the same father and mother? In the hearts of the Highlanders, there is no spoil.

It is understandable to kill a brother for a Jinmack.

Killing his father for a great beauty? It is worth boasting.

For the power of the tribe? Killing all elders is a must-have.

This is the Highlanders, their civilization... They are not civilized, they are just a group of human-shaped beasts, a group of two-legged beasts.

Inside the trench? The Imperial Army soldiers changed the empty magazines and continued to pull the trigger.

The rain of bullets spilled out? The wolves fell to the ground and let out a shrill scream. But behind them? More wolves rushed over, and more wolf cavalry rushed up? They were constantly approaching the trench? They were constantly approaching.

There are five hundred feet away from the first trench... a large area of ​​evil wolf fell to the ground.

In the snow? Iron stakes as thick as human legs penetrated deeply into the frozen land, and thin steel wires were pulled on it. The evil wolf was running rapidly, and the thin steel wires were like steel knives, deeply cutting the claws of these evil wolf.

A large piece of blood sprinkled in the snow.

Tens of thousands of evil wolves charging forward fell to the ground, and were then trampled onto the ground by their companions behind them. Large groups of evil wolves rolled into a ball, with the sound of embarrassed wolf howling everywhere, and the angry curses of the wolf's cavalry on the back of the wolf.

‘Despicable Empire Pig’… Hysterical insults resounded throughout the sky.

The evil wolves rose into the air and jumped up on the bodies of the wolves falling ahead. These wolves were treacherous and fierce. They knew that by jumping through these damn obstacles, they could approach the "food" ahead.

In the trench, the carefully selected Imperial Army grenadiers stood up.

They held the heavy new wooden-handled grenade tightly, glanced slightly at the wolves five hundred feet away in front, pulled off the rope of the grenade, and threw the grenades out with all their strength.

These grenades are all elites who have opened up a sea of ​​strength, and each of them has at least one or two thousand pounds of power.

These new grenades were easily thrown out five or six hundred feet, and hit the jumping wolves heavily.

‘Boom, boom, boom’!

The new grenade with a huge load of medicine suddenly exploded, and there was no smoke from gunpowder. Only a ball of fire rose into the sky, exploding large areas of snow, sludge and blood mist.

Each grenade caused a bloody storm among the evil wolves.

All the evil wolves near the explosion center were blown to pieces, and all the evil wolves and wolf knights within dozens of feet nearby were shaken to pieces, and they were blown away with blood spitting out of their mouths.

What is even more desperate is that according to the drawings presented by Joe to Salian, the shells of these new grenades have two layers, densely packed with iron projectiles the size of soybeans.

There are six hundred small projectiles in the shell mezzanine of each grenade.

When a grenade explodes, six hundred bullets shot in all directions like heavy rain.

The shock wave of the grenade can only sweep a few dozen feet in a radius, but these projectiles can easily hit two or three hundred feet under the impact of the explosion.

The bullets as big as soybeans were densely hit by the wolves and wolf cavalry, leaving tiny bullet holes on their skin, and then deeply penetrated into their bodies, drilled into their internal organs, and deeply penetrated into their bones.

Fortunately, they were covered with three or five iron projectiles, and they could still grit their teeth and charge.

Unlucky, he was beaten to the close-up of hundreds of iron projectiles, and his internal organs were damaged, and his bones were broken and broken. Even the most fierce and least fearless wolf cavalry could only lie on the ground with blood all over his body, wailing, and could no longer move.

Salian brought enough new grenades.

The grenadiers were all tall and powerful, with excellent endurance.

They were like machines, rigidly and rigidly following the orders of the officers around them, constantly throwing new grenades out, causing considerable damage to the wolves.

The totem banner of the highland tribe in the rear was waving, and the loud horn sounded continuously.

It is even more penetrating, as if the roar of wolves that sounded directly in everyone's mind came from afar.

The evil wolf pack, whose momentum of charge was slightly frustrated, went crazy in an instant.

Their eyes gradually became bloodshot and red, and their long wolf hairs stood up one by one, and the whistling sounds turned into vague, turbid, and irrational "whip" roars.

They jumped wildly, hissed and roared, stepped on the bodies of their companions who fell ahead, jumped over a layer of steel wire piles, jumped over the second layer of steel wire piles, and jumped over the third layer of steel wire piles...

Then, they hit the dense snake's belly wire mesh.

The snake's belly wire mesh is also a killer weapon recorded in the drawings presented by Qiao.

Originally, the barbed wire used by the Delun Imperial Army in the field was the straight and straightened steel wire. As for the vicious thing like the snake-bellied barbed wire mesh, Sallyan got the drawings and directly made it by several northwest provinces and urgently transported it to Wolf Tooth Castle.

Compared with new guns, these snake-bellied barbed wire mesh are not technically difficult, but they are not weak on the battlefield.

The evil wolf hit the barbed wire mesh, as if it was trapped in a swamp, and its bodies were deeply trapped in a pile of barbed wire mesh covered with small blades, allowing them to struggle randomly, but they were not under any force.

The more fierce they struggle, the tighter the wire mesh is, the more the blade will kill them.

The assault rifle was roaring, and a 12.5-caliber bullet roared, bursting huge holes on the wolves.

Old-style shells fell, blowing these evil wolves and the wolf cavalry on their backs to pieces.

The explosive power of the old shells was not very good at these flexible snake-bellied barbed wire mesh. The bodies of wolves were blown away, and the barbed wire mesh only shook a few times and returned to its original position.

The shells exploded, the grenade exploded, the bullets whistled...

Time passed by little by little, and the wolves and wolves charged forward for nearly half an hour. While the Imperial Army still retained most of the firepower, they lost their troops and killed 20,000 to 30,000 wolves and several times the wolves, but they were unable to get close to the first trench of the Imperial Army.

The totem flag of the highland tribe in the rear was waving wildly, and the sharp horns and wolf howls became even more shrill.

Dozens of wolf cavalry chiefs with strength above level four roared loudly. They abandoned their wolves, waved their weapons, and kept bursting forward with dazzling sword and sword lights. They bravely jumped over the three-layer steel wire iron pile defense line and rushed to the front of the barbed wire mesh with hundreds of feet stretching.

They jumped into the air, trying to rely on their personal strength to jump over this troublesome barbed wire, rush into the trench and let go of the kill.

Behind the trench, thirty-six high-speed cannons roared at the same time.

Thirty-six dazzling fire chains swept out and hit the commander who had risen into the air and could not dodge in the air.
Chapter completed!