Bright Sword: I don’t want to be the king!

Seeing the soldiers so anxious, the squad leader immediately comforted them: "Don't panic, close combat is more advantageous, you just need to shoot as you usually do in training. You don't have to treat them as human beings, just kill them as demons. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

The soldier nodded seriously.

The enemy was getting closer, and the grenadiers began to look for suitable locations to place their grenade launchers, attempting to use their cover to attack our line.

At this moment, Duan Peng raised his semi-automatic magic gun M1 and aimed at the head of an enemy grenadier. A gunshot rang out, and the bullet passed through the void, instantly exploding the enemy soldier's head.

The gunshot is the order.

The next moment, the warriors' magic spears roared.

They were nervous, and most of their first shots missed the target.

However, they soon adjusted their status and the gunfire continued.

There is another advantage when firing the semi-automatic magic gun.

If the first shot misses the target, just deviate slightly to the left and the next shot can be easily corrected and fired.

This is something that manual firearms cannot match.

If a manual firearm misses on the first shot, you need to manually reload the ammunition and then aim again.

Comparing the two, the difference is significant.

In an instant, the enemy troops on the position fled in all directions, and the fallen enemy troops had no strength to get up.

Most of the enemy troops had been knocked down before they could completely lie down.

If they were experienced veterans, I'm afraid 80% of them could be killed with just one shot.

However, even the new recruits of the enemy were not spared. After a round of gunfire, most of them were killed.

Afterwards, those with poor marksmanship dealt with nearby enemies, while those with excellent marksmanship installed scopes and aimed directly at the grenadiers of the enemy army in the distance...

In the ancient fog of war, the battlefield did not present an unstoppable charge of the alien army as the commander of the Ancient Alliance had expected. Even the catapults in the rear only roared sporadically, without causing significant damage to the defense line of the people of the earth.

On the ramparts of the Earth People, dozens of heavy and light magic cannons roared fiercely. These warriors spared no effort in using magic crystal ammunition, as if they were inexhaustible.

The people of the land, armed with magic rifles, aimed each shot precisely at the enemy's heart. Enemies fell in droves, unable to resist this merciless blow, and they walked like lambs to the slaughter.

The battle lasted only two minutes, with only a hundred or so enemy soldiers a hundred steps away still struggling and firing. Even the soldiers operating the catapults could not hold out for long, with some teams being marked one by one by the people of the earth before they could even fire a single magic crystal shell.

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

In the back, the commander of the Ancient Alliance stared through the magic telescope with his eyes wide open.

An entire legion of enemy troops charged, but were easily defeated by the enemy.

"Damn it, what kind of weapons are the people of the earth using? How could this happen?"

The commander finally noticed something strange. Those people of the earth were holding rapid-fire magic crystal guns!

Continuous firing of magic crystal gun, how is this possible!

"Damn it! Blow the horn! Retreat! Quickly..."

The commander roared in anger. A messenger quickly took out a horn and blew it frantically.

On the battlefield, the remnants of the enemy struggled to get up and tried to retreat to the rear. However, the people of the earth did not let them go. The magic crystal guns in their hands were still locked on the enemy. Every three consecutive shots of the trigger meant the end of the enemy.

No matter how sophisticated the enemy's tactics were, most of them could not escape death.

Soon, all the enemy soldiers in front were knocked to the ground, and the deserters in the rear ran even faster.

However, even though they were a hundred steps away, the people of the land did not relax their guns. Despite the distance, there was nowhere to escape, and they had many guns and even more ammunition.

In the end, only a few dozen enemy soldiers escaped back to the commander of the Taikoo Alliance, and they were all wounded.

On the battlefield, the cheers of the people of the earth instantly resounded through the sky.

“Hahaha…the little guys are running away in a panic, haha…”

"Ohhhhhh... we won, we won..."

At this moment, the soldiers deeply realized that the enemy forces were not as strong as they had imagined.

At this moment, the fear in their hearts had been completely shattered. Not only were the enemy troops not as scary as they had imagined, they were even as fragile as a child.

Well, they now have the right to say that the enemy troops are indeed no match for their troops.

The commander of the Taikoo Alliance looked blankly at the dozens of deserters in front of him, many of whom were still covered in wounds.

"Damn it, did anyone see clearly? What weapons are those Earthlings holding?"

There were dozens of enemy soldiers, but no one responded.

The commander of the Taikoo Alliance was filled with confusion...

In a mysterious continent, we lost an elite team and didn’t even know what the enemy’s weapons were. What kind of battle was this?

In the rear of the Union army.

Brigade Commander Chen, the Chief of Staff and the Political Commissar put down the magic vision mirror together.

They looked at each other in surprise.

The way this battle was fought can no longer be described as "miraculous", it was simply too miraculous.

Yes, magic firearms are indeed magical, especially the heavy magic crystal cannon, but how many people can control them accurately?

Those who use light and heavy magic crystal guns mostly rely on wild barrage shooting.

Not many people can aim and hit the enemy accurately, most rely on intuition.

Therefore, a semi-automatic magic rifle is often more effective than a magic crystal gun when the enemies are not dense.

More than two thousand magic rifles were deployed together and coordinated with each other. They would not be afraid of anything, let alone a ghost brigade, even if a ghost army came.

However, there is always a gap between imagination and reality.

The brigade commander sighed speechlessly: "How did this guy know that there are such magical weapons on the other side of the ocean?"

The chief of staff put down the vision mirror and suggested: "Brother Chen, it seems that those ghosts want to escape! Should we adjust our strategy and keep this ghost team?"

The brigade commander took the viewing mirror and stared into the distance.

Sure enough, he saw the ghosts packing their luggage, and they were indeed planning to evacuate.

He picked up the intercom and called: "Duan Peng, Duan Peng, this is the brigade commander, please respond if you hear me. Duan Peng, Duan Peng, this is the brigade commander, please respond if you hear me..."

Soon, Duan Peng's voice came: "Brigade Commander, Brigade Commander, Duan Peng is here, I have received it. What do you want?"

The brigade commander instructed: "Pay attention, the ghosts want to evacuate, try to keep them, do your best to keep them."

"Duan Peng understands. Duan Peng understands."

Duan Peng put down the intercom, picked up the viewing mirror and began to observe.

Indeed, there are obvious signs of ghosts leaving.

Duan Peng was extremely confused. What on earth happened to these ghosts?

They just came to fight with them, but now they are busy retreating. What's going on?

Did we attack too hard?

Duan Peng felt extremely puzzled.

It was inevitable that his new recruits would give their all. How could they let the ghost succeed so easily?

How could he have expected that the magical weapons in the hands of his soldiers would be an unmatched dimensionality reduction attack on ghosts.

It was like ghosts from the past facing off against the indigenous armies of yore.

The indigenous warriors at that time were only equipped with old gunpowder guns and imperial spears, and there was not even enough for one gun among several people. Wouldn't they still be chased by ghosts to every corner of the world?

Now, it is the ghosts' turn to suffer the dimensionality reduction attack. They are also flesh and blood, so they will naturally run away.

A large group charged and was wiped out in three to five minutes. Who wouldn't choose to escape?

Immediately afterwards, a scene occurred that left the brigade commander, chief of staff and political commissar speechless.

Duan Peng picked up the intercom and ordered loudly: "First row, second row, third row, fourth row, fifth row, sixth row, seventh row, eighth row, ninth row, tenth row. Go around from the right side, sneak behind the ghosts, find a place to ambush, and prepare to intercept the fleeing ghosts."

"Nether Team 11, Phantom Team 12, Mystery Team 13, Mist Team 14, Shadow Team 15, Death Team 16, Disaster Team 17, Despair Team 18, Chaos Team 19, Doomsday Team 20, sneak through the secret path on the left and set up an ambush to deal with the escaping evil spirits."

Afterwards, confirmation waves of magic power echoed one after another in the magic communicator.

The three captains could do nothing about it. After all, this was the consequence of the legion being too large.

The commander of the brigade has decided to reorganize these teams when General Claude returns.

Isn't it ridiculous for a company-level commander to lead thousands of soldiers into battle?

It always takes time for the evil spirits to organize their equipment.

With so many soldiers, it would take at least half an hour to complete the loading.

However, this time, the evil spirits quickly left in just over ten minutes.

The captain of the Ancient Alliance came with two battalions. One battalion was wiped out by the enemy in an instant. Now he only has one battalion left. If he doesn’t escape, when will he escape?

One after another, magic transport vehicles pulling carriages full of evil spirits began to flee frantically.

However, not long after the convoy started, the roar of magic bullets came from the front, and the convoy stopped immediately.

There is no doubt that the troops at the front were blocked.

"Damn it, why is there this sound of magic bullets again?"

The captain of the Ancient Alliance roared, and he became irritated when he heard the voice.

"Quick, convey my order, immediately eliminate the forest rebels ahead, and we will break through the obstacles."

At this moment, the melodious trumpet sounds of the woodland rebels came from behind.

Then, the rebel fighters roared and chased from behind.

"Kill..."

"Kill..."

The rebels chased them and fired at them fiercely from a distance.

The Ancient Alliance team was instantly caught in a dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

The woodland rebels are extremely brave, and their wands can cast magic continuously.

Lock onto the evil spirit from a distance and launch an attack. If the first attack misses, attack again.

Seeing no hope of escape, the evil spirits jumped out of the car and confronted the resistance.

Soon, the evil spirits noticed something was wrong.

After they cast a spell once, regardless of whether it hits the target or not, they can hardly cast it a second time.

Although the rebels are not good at accurate shooting, they will lock onto an evil spirit and continue to cast spells until it is defeated.

Those who shoot accurately can hit one target at a time, while those who shoot inaccurately can hit a target two or three times in a row.

"Damn, what kind of wands are these woodland rebels holding?"

The evil spirits confronting the rebels were terrified, and soon collapsed as they watched their companions fall one by one.

The feeling of collapse is contagious, and once someone runs away, it spreads.

Seeing the evil spirits fleeing, the remaining evil spirits also lost their fighting spirit and began to flee madly into the depths of the mountains.

The woodland rebels followed closely behind and fired. Their wands were equipped with aiming devices, and all evil spirits within two hundred yards were within their range.

"Kill..."

"Kill..."

As the saying goes, a defeated army is like a mountain collapsing. Once the evil spirit collapses, it will be impossible to resist.

All became prey to the woodland rebels.

The fierce battle lasted until the sky gradually darkened, and the roar of the magic bullets gradually subsided...

Three infantry generals arrived with their garrison troops to help clean up the remains of the battlefield. It was a battle that made them extremely satisfied.

This was an unprecedented glorious victory. From beginning to end, they suppressed those alien visitors - the Japanese devils.

The main reason why the victory was achieved so smoothly was that the enemy knew nothing about this mysterious force and was defeated in an instant.

At this moment, in the City of Tranquility, Li Yunlong had a strange communicator hanging around his waist, with a thin wire extending into his ear.

Li Yunlong held the microphone of the communicator and shouted loudly: "Comrades, clean up the battlefield as soon as possible. Night is approaching and we are about to evacuate."

Today was a fruitful day for Li Yunlong. Not only did he successfully rescue his wife, but he also liberated the City of Tranquility from the aliens.

Teams of supplies were pulled back, truck after truck, piling up like mountains.

All the treasures stored by the aliens in the City of Tranquility were taken by Li Yunlong.

Cao Geng asked loudly, "Captain, is this thing useful?"

Li Yunlong nodded and said, "It is indeed useful, but it is a pity that it cannot be used to command battles. Haha..."

Cao Geng responded: "As long as it works well, I'll give it to you, but you have to charge it yourself."

"okay……"

Li Yunlong was overjoyed to get such a treasure.

There's no way, today is a lucky day for him.

Not only was his wife safe and sound, he also occupied the City of Tranquility, becoming the ruler of a rich land and the lord of a land of tenderness.

As night fell, he looted all the alien supplies in the City of Tranquility.

Then, another thorny problem arose.

What's the problem?

Of course, how to deal with the remains of those alien races.

Li Yunlong stood there and laughed to Cao Geng, "Boy, how about we send another mysterious signal to Shinozuka Yoshio and ask him to come and collect the body?"

That’s right, after conquering the City of Tranquility, Li Yunlong seized a strange wireless communicator.

Then he remembered the fun of using clear code signals to tease Yoshio Shinozuka.

Cao Geng smiled and said, "Of course you can, but once you send a clear signal, you can't just let him collect the bodies. You have to have some tricks! Captain, what do you want?"