The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 93: Total Annihilation and Conclusion
"Start cleaning up the battlefield now. Make sure no one is left alive. Once the cleanup is complete, if there are still trolls alive, you must bite them to death with your teeth. Do you understand?"

The answers became sparse again. Feng Yu knew that the elf warriors might resist this kind of thing.

"Divide the area by team. Whichever team has a survivor will handle it. Start!"

After Feng Yu finished shouting out the order, he turned around and said to Dick and the others, "These new recruits are still not good enough. They need to see more blood. They have too many inappropriate thoughts."

Dick and Herbert nodded. The elf mages beside them all looked pale. Two novices who had obviously never been on a battlefield were still retching at the edge of the pit, which made Feng Yu very depressed.

Feng Yu had obviously forgotten about the first time he beat up a mermaid and vomited all over the place, or rather, since no one knew about it, he just pretended it never happened.

After a loud bang, Herbert put down the demon hunting rifle in his hand.

Not far away, a Cyclops came out from a pile of dirt, struggled to raise the bone spur in his hand, and was about to stab an elf warrior in the back. However, as soon as this Cyclops raised his arm, just like their leader, the part above his neck disappeared instantly under the huge kinetic energy of the demon hunting rifle bullet.

Instead, there was a bloody pillar of flesh and an elf warrior covered in red and white flesh.

The elf warrior turned around mechanically, and saw the one-eyed troll behind him fall down with blood spurting out of the pillar of flesh on his shoulder. Until his death, he was still tightly holding the bone spur caused by the broken bone in his hand.

Herbert's voice rang out: "You have too many lives, don't you? Don't you know what it means to obey orders? If you find another person behind you, you idiots will follow the migration team back to the Long Moon Forest."

After hearing this, Feng Yu almost gave Herbert a thumbs up on the spot, thinking that he would give Herbert a chicken drumstick when he got back. This was a very powerful statement.

Because Feng Yu discovered that the fair elf face of Nitia, who came from the Long Moon Forest, was almost black.

Herbert also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he fled down the mound with his demon hunting rifle on his back and followed the elf warrior to inspect the scene.

Nitia waited for Feng Yu to look at her and said, "Does it make you so happy to belittle the people in Longyue Forest?"

Feng Yu touched his face and asked in confusion: "Is it so obvious?"

As he said this, he followed Herbert's footsteps and fled.

After a battle and cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers were all stained with the smell of gunfire, and there was a hint of murderous blood in their eyes. This made Feng Yu, who had been fighting monsters for a long time but got nothing dropped, look much better. After all, it was good to gain some experience.

After a brief preparation, the team set out again. This time, since they were going to rescue the captured halflings and elves, the reconnaissance range of the elven archer scouts was farther and more covert, because they were afraid that the captured compatriots would be killed because of their recklessness.

There was a loud bang and clang of beating. Feng Yu didn't believe that the Cyclops escorting the prisoners couldn't hear it. As for what would happen to the hostages, it all depended on how tough they were.

I should say something that I shouldn't say, he came here and put his heart and soul into it, but as for what the final result will be, with so many eyes watching, it's not his problem.

After all, without their own weapons, facing the charge of more than 150 Cyclops trolls, even if these elves won, it would be a miserable victory.

As for not having their own ships, they could only watch their compatriots become food for the Cyclops and were unable to even provide quick reinforcements.

On the way, Feng Yu and his team analyzed this battle. The problem was just as they thought when they stopped throwing the wooden-handled grenades. The explosion power of this thing was too strong. It would be better to reduce the charge and increase the number of fragments. This would also prevent adverse effects on their side.

Another thing is that the vitality of these Cyclops is too strong. The elf rifles cannot cause any effective damage to them unless they hit the vital parts.

Fortunately, the enemies the elves need to face are not all like this, otherwise it would be better to pack up their belongings and prepare to run away!

There is also the issue of the psychological quality of the recruits. There is no way to solve this problem, no amount of training can solve it. It can only be accumulated slowly through fighting a series of bloody wars.

The artillery didn't get a chance to play, and it was probably not needed during the rescue, so it was brought here in vain. Not only was it troublesome to drag it, but it didn't even get a chance to play.

It seems that this caliber sometimes may not necessarily represent justice.

There was something that made Feng Yu quite satisfied, and that was the first-shot hit rate of the elf riflemen. At the beginning, when Feng Yu was shouting in front of the formation, the emotions of these elf warriors were still stable.

When it came to the first attack, which was also the farthest attack launched by the warriors, the target was rarely missed. The elves were indeed a race that was good at shooting. At the 200-meter moving target, the first-shot hit rate was over 80%.

In this regard, the dwarf riflemen could not reach the accuracy of the elves, but the dwarves were worthy of being a race that was born good at fighting. When the hideous appearance of the Cyclops became clearer and clearer in front of the soldiers' eyes, the dwarf riflemen were much stronger than the elven recruits. At least they could still stay calm and load and shoot, unlike the elven recruits, many of whom were so panicked that they didn't know when to pull the bolt.

After the few people finished their summary, Marshall, the only underage elf in the team, took notes. Feng Yu was also at the side of the team, speaking frankly to these warriors about their problems and outstanding performances in the battle.

One is one, two is two. The next battle is about to begin. He hopes that these new recruits can learn lessons as soon as possible and make certain progress in the next battles.

“The situation we may face next will be very complicated. It is even possible that our compatriots are mixed with the Cyclops, so their fate is in your hands.

If you still have the courage and can shoot calmly, then hold your guns steady, go and destroy the enemy and rescue your compatriots. If you feel that you are not capable of this and feel like a coward, and are flustered in the face of the enemy and cannot shoot calmly and accurately, then don't try to be brave.

No one blames you this time, as long as you go back and train hard, you may still catch up with those excellent soldiers."

Dick and others looked at Feng Yu from the sidelines, rolling their eyes and wondering how can you talk like that?
What does it mean to be impossible? What does it mean to be a coward? What does it mean to catch up with others?
If you say that, aren't you forcing them to fight on?
(End of this chapter)