The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 92 The Hard Monkey
Feng Yu glanced at Nitia inconspicuously, then turned around and rolled his eyes.

The elf girl stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the one-eyed troll running towards her, obviously taking her words as nonsense.

"All warriors holding Elf Rifles should aim at the target in front of them. Only when there are no enemies in front of them or the enemies are out of range can they shoot at targets within the range.

Don't panic, aim before firing, just like when you are shooting in the camp.

When we start throwing wooden-handled grenades, everyone should take cover and load bullets. When you hear the order to end the throwing, you must stick your head out and shoot as soon as you hear the order.

Do you understand everything? "

"understood!"

"Okay, I will record everyone's performance. Those who are afraid of fighting or disobey orders will be expelled from the team and will never be hired again."

The Cyclops finally ran to a distance of about 500 meters from the mound. He saw the elves peeking out from the mound and shouted happily.

They clapped their paws against their mouths, making 'ah ba, ah ba' sounds. Feng Yu felt that it was more like a cry for lack of fatherly love.

If you dare to treat me like meat, I will make your child fatherless today!

Looking at the Cyclops getting closer and closer, Dick asked, "Brother Darren, shall we fire?"

"Don't fire yet. The more of these guys die here, the easier it will be for us to rescue the halflings and elves they've taken hostage. If we fire now, what if we scare them away?
When they run away, we can then fire to cut off their retreat."

"understood."

Feng Yu looked at the soldiers and shouted, "Hold steady. Wait until the Cyclops runs into the effective range and hears me firing, then you fire."

The Cyclops continued to shout "Dad" and charge forward. When the fastest of them were about 200 meters away from the mound, Feng Yu raised his demon hunting rifle, looked at the huge ugly head that filled the entire scope, and pulled the trigger.

After a loud gunshot, the largest one-eyed troll leader who was running over from a distance had his entire head exploded with a bang. The headless body ran forward two steps before falling to the ground, and rolled forward several times due to inertia.

"Fire!"

Feng Yu watched the soldiers firing in an orderly manner, and finally he put down his worry. He pulled the bolt again and loaded the gun. He made a blind shot based on his sense and broke the shoulder of a Cyclops.

The loud noise erupting from the mound and the continuous falling of their companions caused the Cyclops, whose intelligence was obviously disproportionate to their height, to pause in their charge, resulting in them suffering more precise attacks.

With only three shots left in the battle, the maddened One-eyed troll, stimulated by the blood of his own people and the pain from bullets hitting non-fatal parts, still managed to rush to within 50 meters of the mound with his stubbornness.

Feng Yu put down the empty demon hunting rifle and followed Dick, Herbert and others to grab the wooden-handled grenade.

"Grenade! Get down! Take cover!"

"Fire in the hole!"

Feng Yu and his companions stood behind the artillery vehicle with a meniscus and threw the grenades in their hands out as if they were free.

The wooden-handled grenade is not limited by the production of smokeless gunpowder. The mechanism inside it is a pull rope made of the primer powder of the dwarf musket, a fire wick made of dwarf black powder, and a small amount of Earth's Wrath as a detonator to detonate a stable and high-energy sleeping demon.

All the things were provided by the dwarves. Feng Yu was very generous in selling salt, and the dwarves did not play tricks on him. These dwarven specialties were in sufficient supply in the camp.

Therefore, wooden-handled grenades, which are simple to make and can effectively disrupt team charges and defensive positions, are adequately stocked in the camp. This time, the strong dwarf warriors carried dwarf rifles and each carried a box of wooden-handled grenades onto the boat.

There was a large amount of wooden-handled grenades in stock, which obviously could not be used when rescuing hostages, so Feng Yu chose them as the best weapon to deal with these scattered Cyclops that intended to surround them.

Huge explosions sounded one after another around the mound. When Feng Yu hid behind the meniscus and threw wooden-handled grenades outside, he also took the time to look at Nitia who was casting magic to kill the Cyclops just now.

At this moment, the elf girl was wrapped in thick rock armor, staring blankly in one direction, her eyes clearly unfocused.

Feng Yu couldn't help but feel happy. He thought to himself, "Aren't you awesome? Why don't you continue to use magic?" What's so awesome about that? How can any of our guys be worse than magic? !

Amid the continuous and loud roar, Feng Yu saw Dick had begun to pry open the last two boxes of grenades. He quickly pulled him back, shook his head at Dick's inquiring look, and pointed outside.

At this moment, there was already smoke everywhere outside. After several grenadiers had thrown all the treasures in their hands, they were about to come over to take them, but they saw that Dick did not pry open the box. When they saw Feng Yu waving his hand, they gave up.

Feng Yu was afraid that a stubborn one-eyed troll would rush into the position in the smoke, so he bent down and picked up the iron rod at his feet.

Seeing Feng Yu's actions and looking at the smoke and dust outside where visibility was over ten meters, Dick also drew out a small hand axe for self-defense from his waist, and Herbert and the elves drew out their daggers.

At this moment, Feng Yu did not shout any more orders because his ears were already buzzing. Not to mention other people, they would not be able to hear even if they shouted.

Next time I have to replace part of the charge of the wooden-handled grenade with iron sand. Otherwise, every time I throw this thing, the soldiers will become deaf and the battlefield will be surrounded by smoke and dust. What's the point of playing then!

The hot monsoon in the wasteland slowly took away the smoke and dust, and the scene caused by nearly a hundred super grenades appeared before people's eyes.

Bullet craters of varying sizes and unidentified debris emitting smoke all indicate the power of the wooden-handled grenade.

There was no Cyclops standing around the mound. Except for the Cyclops killed by the demon hunting rifle and the elven rifle in the distance, it was difficult to see a complete Cyclops in the area where the wooden-handled grenade exploded.

Whether it was shattered after being hit by the explosion, or killed by fragments and then buried by the soil raised by the explosion, it is indeed difficult to see the complete body of the Cyclops.

In the outer circle of the explosion zone, after the smoke cleared, a few lucky Cyclops began to crawl backwards crying. Some of them could not stand up due to leg injuries, while the rest could not stand up because their legs were weak.

Dick was about to rush out with his hand axe, but was stopped by Feng Yu.

The howling of the Cyclops in the distance gradually grew louder, and the soldiers' hearing began to slowly recover.

Feng Yu was afraid that the soldiers couldn't hear him, so he shouted at the top of his voice: "All rifle soldiers, go down and clean up the battlefield. If you encounter a relatively intact Cyclops, aim at the head and shoot again.

Be careful of the newly accumulated dirt. There may be cyclops buried alive inside. Kick them open and check."

(End of this chapter)