"Three companies, advance fifty meters forward!" On the battlefield filled with smoke, a battle between humans and green skins was taking place: "One! Two! One!"

The soldiers who had only been training for half a year were still digging food in the farmland at this time last year, but now they have become members of the line infantry, standing on the front line against the northern green barbarians.

The officer wearing a black coat and lined with metal armor directed his soldiers with his voice and advanced forward in an orderly manner.

They wore black military uniforms and were like dark clouds passing through the snowy plains.

According to the infantry exercises compiled by the Loess District, the most common thing these indigenous peasant militias do every day is how to take uniform steps and form a queue.

Each player who has passed the officer training will lead two hundred indigenous soldiers to form a Dalian organization, and strictly implement tactical orders based on the chain of command on the battlefield.

This is also the smallest unit in the entire battlefield. Given the current power of gunpowder weapons, no unit with less than one hundred people cannot form sufficient firepower density.

The battlefield range that can be seen at present is filled with no less than a hundred Dalians advancing, while their enemies are green skins with incalculable numbers.

The white mist emitted by the black gunpowder after being stimulated fills the battlefield, which not only makes mortals have difficulty breathing, but also blocks their sight.

The player officers are not even sure whether the team they command has moved to the right position, whether they are in a straight line, and whether they are lined neatly enough?

"Be ready for shooting!" The player officer raised his command knife and shouted three times to make sure that the soldiers heard their orders: "Rise the gun!"

Two hundred muskets were lifted, and they were divided into two rows in front and back. When the first row completed the shooting, the second row would shoot after three breaths.

The line infantry in the Loess area used silk as the material for the combustible shell shell to turn the gunpowder and the projectile into a whole, greatly increasing the excitation speed of the musket without worrying that the shell shell would not completely block the barrel.

If these soldiers who have been trained for half a year in full-time training can perform their own condition normally, they can complete the loading within twenty seconds, thus forming continuous wave attacks.

But this is almost impossible to do on the battlefield. Not to mention line soldiers, even players as officers cannot guarantee their calm performance on the battlefield.

In particular, most of these officers only went through reserve training, with mediocre grades and low scores.

True elite troops, active military players, and even players with outstanding performance in the reserve service have been transferred to other fronts.

The entire loess area is like a sea urchin with its teeth and claws, attacking everywhere on the long border line and igniting the war.

"Prepare with the military mage!" The command of a senior officer came from the chain of command: "The wind blew!"

The player officer felt a breeze blowing from behind and forward, bringing fresh air. The wind gradually increased and finally blew away the thick white mist in front of him.

This time, both the officers and the infantrymen in the line saw five million chaotic enemies, green-skinned barbarians emitting stench.

Although the ground was covered with the bodies of green-skinned barbarians, the new enemy roared indifferently: "Waaagh! Xiaoxiaomi was killed!"

These green barbarians wearing simple leather armor were like savages. Some of them took iron axes, and some of them walked onto the battlefield with tree trunks as thick as arms.

They are like street gangsters than soldiers, but they are these green skins that go south every winter and attack the northern border of the Song Empire.

Several generations of dynasties worked hard to govern and repaired the great city wall that lasted tens of thousands of miles on the border. Over the past few hundred years, green blood and human blood have covered the city wall and soaked it.

These green barbarians are the nightmare of the northern people of the Song Empire for the rest of their lives. Once they break through a certain section of the city wall, panic in most northern regions will occur.

They eat everything and grab everything. They are born to fight and have almost no other pursuit. They are either fighting or walking on the road of fighting for their whole lives.

Since the founding of the Song Empire, this is almost the first time that the army has stepped out of the protection of the great city walls and faced the impact of the green-skinned barbarians.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots rang beside the player officer, but the distance of nearly 500 meters was not threatening to Green Skin.

Several nervous soldiers violated the order and opened fire privately.

"Stop shooting and wait for the fire order!" The player officer's face was also sweating, his heartbeat accelerated, and his tone was trembling. This game is real, and sometimes people forget the reality, but he still roared in a sharp tone: "If anyone else fires privately, leave it to the town soldiers to deal with it!"

Zhenfu Bing is considered a political commissar in the low-end version of the game. He is a high-level player and handles all violations of military discipline. At the critical moment of the battle, they are also the strongest impact force.

The assault team composed of all extraordinary people is well-equipped, skilled in combat, and ignores casualties. It is a deterrent to both the enemy and the natives on their own.

The player officer looked at the Green Barbarian without any formation, and rushed over in a mess under the command of several big Green Barbarians.

His eyes narrowed into a line, constantly calculating the distance between the two sides, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, the strong and powerful muscles of the green skin and the overwhelming number, mixed with a stinking smell that was enough to make people suffocate.

The knees of the infantry in the line were trembling, but they did not dare to escape. Half a year of training allowed them to know that there was still a glimmer of hope for fighting against the enemy, and if the deserter was dead.

One hundred and fifty meters!

The player officer saw that the green-skinned barbarian had crossed the death line. At this distance, the musket's hit was almost halfway: "Fire!"

Not only the third company he commanded, but the entire front line of more than fifteen kilometers and more than 100,000 people faced the green-skin impact of more than 300,000 people!

The musket sprayed deadly projectiles, and its strong muscles had no effect in front of the power of the gunpowder and were easily torn apart, and most of the green skins could not resist such power.

The green-skinned barbarians who rushed to the front all fell down one after another. Before the green-skinned men recovered, they figured out how these little shrimps hurt themselves. The infantry in the line line in the back row had already opened fire again.

Death spread in the green skin, and this round of blow caused at least more than 10,000 casualties to the other party.

However, this place is a magical world after all. The taller green-skinned boss is not afraid of the new toys of human shrimps at all, and the lead bullet cannot even penetrate their muscles!

However, there are not only two parties involved in the battlefield. The Chaos believers hidden in the dark were so excited that they twitched. The corpses and blood on the ground made it easier for them to communicate with the evil gods.

The restless psychic energy gathered over the entire battlefield, and lightning and twisted air even made the stupidest green skin feel uneasy.

As Ephiral said, the sea of ​​psychic energy is boiling, and the existence of chaos is constantly increasing. War, death, conspiracy, plague, desire, and all these emotions are strengthening the influence of the evil gods on this world.

But it is inevitable.

Aphelal thought that the range of psychic energy was only in the far south colony, but she was wrong, and the psychic energy in the whole world was boiling.
Chapter completed!