Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

Three hundred tracked armored vehicles with a total of nine hundred heavy machine guns were serving the four cultists. Even though these machine guns were not equipped with anti-aircraft sights, the cross-net formed by so much firepower would always result in bullets hitting their targets.

Dai Anlong and the other three were now like large targets hanging in the air. They thought they could easily toy with these mortals and then slowly enjoy watching them gradually fall into despair and cry bitterly.

This feeling of being superior and in control of everything filled them with perverted pleasure. However, reality dealt them a heavy blow.

Dai Anlong immediately responded by falling to the ground. In this way, the opponent's firepower output was limited. You can't just shoot at friendly forces.

"The goal has been achieved. Repeat, the goal has been achieved."

There was frequent information exchange in the communication channel.

"Where did they land?"

"Searching...wait, I see it"

"The artillery behind wants to know the coordinates"

"There are no precise coordinates. It's about 35 degrees to the right of the convoy's original direction of travel, 1200 meters away from the head of the troops. Just shoot them to death."

The Type C4 towed artillery retreated immediately after being attacked and has just been reorganized and deployed. During this time, other personnel of the artillery were also busy calculating the distance and angle.

The remaining tanks and armored vehicles also quickly formed a semi-encirclement.

After a long period of silence, the artillery positions in the rear finally launched an artillery attack, and countless 155-caliber shells fell on the open space where the cultists landed. The shells fell like raindrops, and the shock waves generated by the explosions raised huge smoke and dust. The earth trembled, as if groaning in pain. The landing site of the cultists was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

With loud explosions, shells continued to bombard the target area. Each explosion brought destructive force, tearing the air and destroying everything around. The smoke was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the breath of death.

In a flash of fire, four black spears were shot from a distance and hit four Type 9 tanks head-on at an extremely fast speed, but only one was completely destroyed. The armor of the remaining three was not penetrated and they could still operate normally.

A humanoid entity more than a thousand meters away is very small. Without the help of thermal imaging and infrared, it is difficult to detect the target with the naked eye, not to mention the cover of artillery fire. Only when the opponent launches an attack can we find the moving target based on the source of the attack.

In order to avoid accidentally injuring friendly forces and interfering with the tanks' firing line of sight, 60 tanks were loaded with armor-piercing shells and the other half were loaded with high-explosive shells, and they launched artillery fire at four targets.

Under the bombardment of 155mm caliber artillery, it was impossible for the cultists to walk out intact. The magic power of the three third-level cultists had been consumed by more than half, and Dai Anlong was not much better off.

They were lucky that no shells exploded over their heads, but their luck wasn't so good afterwards.

Dai Anlong and a third-level soldier were directly hit by high-explosive bombs, but fortunately, high-explosive bombs mainly rely on fragments to kill. The other two were unlucky and were directly hit by armor-piercing bullets, which would not explode after hitting like high-explosive bombs.

The powerful kinetic energy instantly penetrated the two people's demon-devouring shields, and then turned into gorgeous blood flowers in the air.

What happened just now?

This was the first thought that came to Dai Anlong's mind at that time. He lost two of his men in an instant when facing a group of mortals who didn't even know magic. The attack range of these mortals' weapons was actually comparable to the black spears which mainly used long-range precision attacks.

He was furious, and countless black spears condensed into one, engaging in a passionate battle with the Nirvana Army's Type 9 tanks.

The only surviving subordinate also used up all his magic power to condense dozens of black spears, but the magic power was unable to support the magic shield and was torn into pieces by the fragments.

"The fifth, eighth, thirteenth and fifteenth crews of the first battalion have not responded!" said the signalman anxiously.

"The third, sixth, seventh and eleventh crews of the second battalion did not respond either!" another signalman reported immediately.

"The Third Battalion..."

The head of the group shouted angrily: "Give me a detailed account of the losses immediately!"

"Yes!"

The communicators quickly got busy, and in less than half a minute, the statistical results were presented to everyone.

"Reporting to the regiment commander, a total of fourteen tanks were destroyed and completely lost their ability to move. Another eleven tanks were attacked but not penetrated. However, the tracks of three of them were destroyed and they could not move. The other vehicles can still drive normally."

The leader widened his eyes and cursed angrily:

"Fuck it, just four cultists beat us up like this!"

"Damn it, a bunch of mortals actually made me so embarrassed!"

Dai Anlong was lying on the ground, his body trembling slightly, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. His face was covered with dust and blood, and his eyes revealed an anger and unwillingness that was difficult to conceal.

He raised his head with difficulty and watched the dense shells and bullets flying over his head.

"I am a fourth-level member of the Demon Servant Association and a loyal servant of the Demon King..."

At this moment, Dai Anlong was filled with regret and self-blame. He originally thought that he could easily get rid of this group of ordinary people with his own strength, but now, he had to pretend to be dead here, and wait for them to get closer so that he could kill them all with the magic vine to replenish his black magic power.

The armored regiment continued firing for two minutes, and then stopped when they saw that the enemy had no more attacks.

"Captain, there seems to be no movement over there. Should we send someone over to check it out?" a soldier asked cautiously.

"Idiot! Did you listen carefully in class? We are not good at close combat. Even the armored regiment must keep as much distance as possible from the enemy. Aren't you afraid that the cultists will cheat?" The commander glared at him and scolded loudly.

"Then what should we do? The order from our superiors is to reach the imperial capital as soon as possible. We can't just keep stuck here, right?" the soldier said anxiously.

"Follow my orders. Pull the damaged tanks to the rear for repairs immediately, and check the destroyed tanks for survivors. Also, notify the artillery to bombard that open space for ten minutes, and then send scouts to check the situation." The regiment commander gave the order decisively.

Dai Anlong's plan was very good. If the Nirvana Army approached directly, the losses would increase significantly. But after the Nirvana Army had fought several battles, Red proposed that problems that could be solved with artillery shells should be solved with artillery shells, and if they could not be solved, it must be because there were not enough artillery shells.

The number of factories producing ammunition has doubled, and more advanced equipment has been installed, which has doubled production efficiency.

Poor Dai Anlong realized that he had been exposed after the first bombardment, and wanted to rush forward to take a final gamble. As long as he could kill one person and transform him into a zombie, and then the zombie would kill another person, the profits would be compounded, and he would have a chance of winning.

However, in the end, all he found after trying his best were a few empty tin cans, without a single person. Finally, he unwillingly turned into a red dot in the gunfire.