Stratholme God

Chapter 727 Human Fire Reconnaissance

How do adult humans get through certain small holes?In theory, as long as you raise your hands, the chest can pass through, and people can pass.

The 38cm muzzle seems small, but it's not that small.

It's just that the surroundings are dark, and only the round hole of the cannon muzzle is left to see the outside world.

[Learning] I panicked instantly.

"Wait! I'm not convinced! What did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me?"

The Bismarck's heroic face mixed with a little arrogance appeared at the muzzle position: "My lord has ordered that you posted random pictures in the system group last night, which triggered Article 404 of the Galactic Order Council's ban. this criminal law."

Uh, there is no filthy god in the world who is innocent.

Shout out on the street "Jing Cha Shu Shu is him!", directly copy these guys away, and 100% of the evidence can be found later.

This guy was so excited that he stopped struggling and said with a sad face, "What will happen to me?"

"You have to pray for my skills to pass. If I use too much force, you will become a pile of minced meat within a few seconds after exiting the barrel, and it will not be evenly scattered on hundreds of square meters of sea surface or rock walls."

"Is it too light?" the guy asked in a low voice.

"I don't know why we are always followed by a group of sharks when we go out to sea."

Before anyone else could react, a group of filthy gods had already gathered around, watched forcefully, and uttered sympathetic voices.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Listen, how compassionate.

Not long after, there was a loud "bang", and a dirty god went up to the sky.

At this time, I have to praise the Bismarck's superb gunnery skills, and the pressure of the gun barrel is stuck at the limit that the body of the dirty god can bear.

I saw a foul god flying across the sky, passing through the warning net made up of Qiraji flying insects hovering in the sky at extremely high speed.

Seriously, human dynamic vision is limited.

Esports doesn't require eyesight either.

The fact that the god of evil cannot see it does not mean that the system cannot see it.

Due to the adoption of the visual synchronization system, all light and shadow images captured on the retina are quickly analyzed.

A series of coordinates were immediately sent through the system and sent to the minds of the girls.

"Okay, the target capture in area 114514 is complete, the ballistic model is complete, and it's still close." The Bismarck pondered.

At this time, a group of dirty gods were milling around the mouth of the gun barrel, which was still emitting green smoke. It was as lively as if a girl was invited to a bonfire party.

"Damn it!"

"It's got to be a home run!"

These teasers are so excited.

All of a sudden, [Crippled Chicken], who was being entertained, was twisted by the ship's mother, and he immediately screamed: "Bridge bean sack! Ya kill the butterfly!"

The Bismarck didn't care about that much, and said: "Coordinate correction..."

I saw the gun barrel turned slightly to the right, and then another dirty god went up to the sky.

"call out--"

This time, there was a technical error. Because the terrain on the cliff was not well estimated, Nuo Da's dirty god was shot onto the rock wall, turning into a small red flower in the distance.

Well, the battle royale has begun.

The filthy gods scattered and started running around the deck.These funny guys dare not jump into the sea, after all, the shark fins cruising on the sea are not just kidding.

A funny scene happened.

Although the ship girl itself has the speed and strength above human beings, it is about the same as a professional at level 60. Since she has no professional skills, she may not be able to catch up with these punks.

However, these guys are hormones that walk on the ground. Sometimes, when Jian Niang just runs a few quick steps, these guys' eyes will glow, and they can't move their legs. Catch it in the barrel and fly away.

To be honest, this kind of reconnaissance is very efficient, but it is a bit laborious.

Thanks to these humanoid high-speed scouts with an initial speed of 800 meters per second, the shooting elements were quickly verified and corrected, and death came.

"call out!"

"boom--"

In a certain bug swarm gathering area, the bugs did not respond to the sudden scream of death.

When the shells with the unit of [ton] landed in the bug-intensive area, the wave of death engulfed more than a hundred big bugs in an instant.

These insects, which are the size of a car at every turn, have relatively slender claws and carapaces, and it is impossible to resist the power of a 380mm artillery.

There is no need to hit directly, as long as it enters within a radius of 50 meters, the bugs will be blown to pieces.

Even if it is farther away, it will be affected by shock waves or fragments.

A large number of bugs just stepped into the gate of hell.

In the south of Feralas, Varok, who was supervising the battle on the front line, pricked up his ears: "Warchief, listen up!"

Thrall nodded: "Yes, I heard."

From the opposite side of the mountain there came a dull crack, a little like thunder.

The orcs who fled from Old Orgrimmar were no strangers to this voice.

The bugs in front didn't know what was happening behind them, they still followed the survival instinct of creatures and flew towards the Feralas area where there was more food.

A few minutes later, Thrall noticed that the number of bugs flying from the sky had decreased.

Previously, every wave of Qiraji flying insects that killed Thrall felt like a black curtain wall that fell from the sky, each piece was at least the size of a football field, and when it pressed over, it gave people a feeling of being breathless.

After the bombardment, there were still many large flying insects killing them.

It's just that the number has been greatly reduced, from a huge curtain wall to a fishing net-like scene.

Every tribal warrior who is fighting bloody can see that sparse appearance.

Whether they are willing to admit it or not, even if it is only close to the direction of Feather Moon Fortress, it probably only affects less than one-third of the orc defense line. The alliance's long-distance shelling on the flanks of the battlefield has indeed helped.

Soon, the swarms on the Eastern Front also began to decrease.

"What's over there?" Thrall asked.

Not long after, the report came.

Orderer: "Report, our scouts saw the alliance's black dragon troops dispatched. Three black dragons distracted the swarm's attention. It should be the black dragon princess Onyxia."

"Hey, it would be nice if we also had a giant dragon as a mount." Thrall looked into the distance. He knew that there was something wrong with the way the Dragonmaw clan tamed the red dragon queen Alexstrasza back then. Whenever this happened, he couldn't bear it. Live, more or less envy the Alliance, envy his former Warchief Orgrim.

Next, for more than ten days in a row, the alliance was in this state of helping a little, but not helping too much.

As for McDonald, he was busy discussing with the night elves about sending troops.

Wyrmrest Temple has a deal. When the mortal army reaches Silithus, they will kill it.

The night elf forces are the trouble.

Historically, they walked through the entire barren land from north to south, entered Thousand Needles, the Goldshield Plain, and then detoured through Tanaris and the crater to enter Silithus.

This life is a little better. The alliance navy is too strong, which can save them a lot of trouble. From the Azshara area in the northeast of the mainland, they board the ship through the temporary dock and take the ship directly to Golden Sword Port.

This time the coalition forces, McDonnell was a little worried.

There is nothing wrong with Tyrande personally leading the team, because Malfurion lay dead, Cenarius was torn by Archimonde on the seamount, and now it is the turn of the druid faction to call the shots with the idiot Fandral* staghelmet.

(End of this chapter)