Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 163 Firepower Intercepts the Metal Torrent
The attack squad of the Vast Ocean Territory has finally received a request for assistance in the defense.

Yes, it's an application, not an order. The two sides are not under each other's command. The general of Tianshuang City has no jurisdiction over the soldiers of Hanhai Territory.

The procedures are still a bit troublesome.

After Xia Er reported to his lord, Lord Liushuang, accompanied by his city defense adjutant, personally went to the base of the Hanhai support troops.

"Commander! Lord Frost Flowing Frost has arrived!"

Kaga, who had been lounging around with his legs crossed like a boss, suddenly sprang up as if he'd been pricked in the butt with a steel needle.

Macaja may be completely unconcerned about the commanders of Skyfrost City, but he dares not put on any airs when facing Flowing Frost.

He knew all too well how that old guy Lynn managed to turn his life around.

Liu Shuang didn't waste any words and explained her purpose in a few sentences. Then, she used the centaur unit's communications system to contact the Han Hai Command Center, which was hundreds of kilometers away.

The standard procedure is this: no matter how much Kaga respects Liushuang, he will not listen to Liushuang's combat orders; his own lord must give the order.

No wonder major powers use teleportation arrays as signal transmission devices when they are at war; otherwise, it would really cause delays.

Chen Mo gave a clear reply: "The operation is authorized. The frontline commander should exercise restraint, assist friendly forces in their defense as much as possible, and control the consumption of resources appropriately, provided conditions permit."

"From now on, if there is a need for similar secondary military cover operations again, Lord Frostflow proposes that you may carry them out independently without further request!"

"understand!"

At this point, the support troops were no longer restricted from attacking.

"I suggest the following!"

He strode to the huge military map on the wall, picked up the charcoal pencil beside him, and forcefully drew a clear arc outside Tianshuang City.

"Our attacks will primarily be directed outside the city, focusing on striking the orcs' supply lines and dense formations. The defense of the city walls will still be mainly handled by your warriors and mages to avoid misjudging each other's firepower and causing mutual interference."

Liu Shuang looked at her adjutant, who quickly nodded: "Good, good! That's for the best!"

Kaga nodded, quickening his pace: "We need an independent attack position that can be deployed in formation, undisturbed. Also, you need to specify the exact location of the area outside the city for us to attack!"

"No problem, we have six reserved catapult relocation sites in the inner city. Currently, only site number three is occupied by catapults. You can choose any of the others!"

Kaga: "Let's get a magic support team!"

"Arrange it immediately!"

Kajachong, the adjutant, nodded, then gave Liushuang a standard Hanhai salute, turned around, and loudly gave the order.

"Operation Plan Seven, move out!"

The entire base instantly sprang into action like a sophisticated war machine. In less than seven minutes, the attack team from the Vast Ocean Territory was already in position on the nearest reserved position.

Outside the city, the deafening roars of the orcs continued unabated. After such a battle, many orcs would probably be hoarse for quite some time...

The second siege was once again thwarted by magical support from the city walls, and the orcs roared as they launched a third offensive.

Then, they finally faced the baptism of fire from the Vast Ocean Territory.

Initially, Skyfrost City simply concealed this battlefield, treating it as a replica of the firepower test from a few days ago, hoping to alleviate some pressure on their defenses and allow their mages to rest and rotate. That was their biggest expectation.

The orc generals, on the other hand, also assumed that the enemy's magical firepower had extended from the city walls to the city below.

Only the general leading the troops at the front noticed something was wrong immediately.

The one in charge of directing the attack in this round is Wolfgar Broken Tooth of the White Wolf Clan.

He was incredibly unlucky. As the vanguard of the army, he should have been a pioneer of glory and merit, achieving great things and having a bright future. Instead, he was tormented to the point of near death by those elusive centaurs and treacherous skeleton ambushes on the long march.

The centaur mobile unit combined with the skeleton ambush team is a perfect match. They have long range, strong firepower, are well hidden, and move quickly. When the orc cavalry spread out to scout, they can't exactly dig up every single dirt mound along the way to see if there are any dead skeletons buried there...

Those damned enemies never engage in direct combat; they hit you once and run. If you chase them too hard, you'll step on those weird landmines that spray out storms of metal...

His elite cavalry suffered heavy losses, and he himself was demoted from a respected cavalry commander to this damned siege infantry captain, to lead his people to fill this meat grinder-like city wall!

There's no way around it; among the orcs, mistakes must be punished.

At this moment, Broken Tooth was commanding his elite troops, making sure to avoid the area covered by the catapults' projectiles, as they rushed towards the city wall.

The orcs' sieges were increasingly powerful, with each wave more intense than the last. This third wave involved at least four thousand siege soldiers, a surging tide that seemed determined to win!
"For the Horde! For glory! Charge! Tear those human cowards to shreds!"

Broken Tooth brandished his longsword and roared, and then he heard that familiar yet strange, muffled explosion that had echoed countless times in his nightmares.

One after another, incessantly!
A deafening explosion occurred a dozen meters to his left! A blast of scorching air, mixed with dirt and severed limbs, rushed towards him, nearly knocking him to the ground!
Several strong orc warriors who were just howling were instantly engulfed by the suddenly appearing orange-red fireball. Before they could even scream, they were turned into human-shaped fireballs!

The attack resembled a magician's massive fireball, but Broken Tooth knew it wasn't.

The deafening explosion, the strange yet somewhat addictive smell of gunpowder, and the stray shrapnel clearly told Broken Tooth that the nightmare that had ambushed him time and time again in the wilderness had returned.

Flames, impact, explosion.

It wasn't just one or two locations, but rather it simultaneously covered the main assault routes of our side's attack.

The weapon used by the Kaga Squadron to conduct this fire suppression operation is called an automatic grenade launcher.

The Dongxia special edition, model QLZ-930, with a caliber of 40 mm, is called an automatic launcher, and its firepower density is greatly increased compared to traditional grenade launchers.

The ammunition is belt-fed, with each belt carrying sixty rounds. If fired at full speed, at a rate of one round per second for a grenade launcher, it would take exactly one minute to fire all the rounds.

It can be fired horizontally or in a curved trajectory, with an explosive kill radius of eleven meters, effectively killing infantry groups. Special ammunition can penetrate light armor.

The fire support team consists of two people. One person is responsible for adjusting the firing angle and firing according to the guidance of the front or the reconnaissance system, while the other person is responsible for continuously feeding ammunition to the grenade launcher. Highly skilled soldiers can already achieve seamless coordination.

In war, what matters is strength, weapons, and logistics.

The reason for choosing this weapon is that it is relatively friendly to logistical pressure. Each warhead weighs 270 grams, and sixty rounds plus the ammunition belt weigh only a little over seventeen kilograms.

However, in order to reduce ammunition consumption, the Hanhai Firepower Team did not adopt a rapid-fire firing method, but instead controlled the attack frequency to one shot every two seconds, with twelve automatic grenade launchers firing 360 grenades per minute.

Yes, it can deliver nearly 100 kilograms per minute.

In theory, if things get too tough, Lord Chen Mo could save up a month's worth of grenades and have the firepower team fire like this for several hours.

In front of these grenade launchers, the auxiliary magic guild of Skyfrost City set up a light magic array, which could slightly increase the flight speed of the grenades after they were fired.

Only ten percent.

But don't underestimate this improvement; it directly increased the range of the QLZ-930 from 2.4 kilometers to nearly 3 kilometers.

After the magic support team completed the magic circle setup and the standard artillery completed three test shots, the artillery commander shouted the order: "Southeast direction, coordinates 746150! Target: Orc infantry cluster, attack frequency two seconds, prepare—fire!!!" The next second, the death string was plucked.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! ...

A series of dull, powerful shots rang out, unlike the hum of a bowstring or the explosion of magic; it was a more solid and reassuring thud.

The hot shell casings bounced merrily out of the ejection port, landing with a clatter on the sandbag-strewn ground. A unique, pungent smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air, mingled with the warm scent of metal rubbing together.

The 40mm grenades trailed wisps of smoke, tracing graceful parabolas in the air as they flew over the towering city walls toward their target airspace, and then... plunged headfirst into the sky!
The barrage of fire from the twelve launchers was a devastating blow to the charging orc army. The sudden storm of steel and fire completely stunned the charging orc troops.

For a moment, the orc veterans who had participated in the southward invasion war almost thought they had encountered an ambush by a large army of a great power.

A continuous, intense, and sudden burst of destructive fire erupted on the battlefield!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The continuous explosions almost blended together, drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Each fireball that rises signifies the creation of a death zone within a radius of several meters. The close-range flames and shockwaves tear through physical defenses, and the orc warriors who get close don't even have time to scream before turning into rolling balls of fire.

The pre-fabricated fragments that followed, like the blade of death, mercilessly sliced ​​through everything within range.

The heavily wounded orc was still struggling to get up when he was immediately met with a second, a third, and an almost endless barrage of grenades.

With the significant increase in iron and soil content, the beastmen quickly became silent.

The charging formation instantly twisted, and the originally roaring and wild torrent of the orc army was forcibly cut off in the middle. The fireballs that rose and fell were like invisible, spiked pits, blasting the attacked battlefield into a mess.

Standing in the middle of the formation, Broken Tooth could only watch helplessly as his warriors, the pride of the White Wolf Clan, fell in droves under this incomprehensible and inescapable carpet of death.

As a high-ranking warrior, Broken Tooth clearly saw the little things falling from the sky. He let out a desperate and mournful roar and slashed fiercely at them with his long sword.

The flames instantly engulfed the Beastmaster.

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In the first ten seconds, the orc troops, amplified by Bloodlust, continued their advance despite the barrage of fire.

In the second ten seconds, the orcs began to panic. Some of them started to dodge to the sides of the firing range, and soon they collided with other charging troops, twisting the troops into a pretzel shape.

Another ten seconds passed, and the orc finally couldn't withstand the death storm any longer.

Some of them stood still, covering their heads, using the same method they used against low-power, area-of-effect magic to protect their vitals. Others began to scatter to the left and right, and some even turned around and ran back.

Bloodlust and rage only inspire courage and reduce pain, but they cannot turn orcs into fearless and invincible attacking machines.

The smoke, mixed with the stench of blood and the burnt smell of earth, quickly spread, pungent and nauseating. The once yellowish-brown earth was blasted into scorched craters, with twisted corpses and broken weapons scattered around them, as if the earth had suddenly sprouted countless ugly scars.

General Bloodhowl, who had been observing from the rear of the position, narrowed his eyes and asked incredulously, "How many mages have been deployed?"

"It would take at least several hundred quasi-legion level mages attacking simultaneously to achieve this effect!"

The sharp-eyed leopard-clan lieutenant shook his head: "This doesn't seem like a magical attack; it's pseudo-magic!"

"It's probably that lord of the mechanical lackeys causing trouble again!"

Regardless, the Orcs' charge was abruptly halted.

As the subsequent siege forces were attacked, disturbed, and thrown into disarray by their own troops, reinforcements were quickly reduced, and the orcs who had stormed the city walls were unsurprisingly pushed back down once again.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The orcs sounded their retreat horns.

It didn't really matter anymore; even without orders, a typical rout had already occurred on the battlefield.

The surviving orc soldiers, like frightened birds, abandoned their armor and fled in disarray, leaving behind only a scene of devastation and scorched earth.

In the post-battle assessment of the losses, the effect of the firepower coverage was not as great as expected, causing between five and six hundred orc casualties, which was less than the number of orcs killed by spearmen and mages at the foot of the city walls and on the top of Skyfrost City.

However, this was an incredibly heavy blow to confidence.

In the eyes of most orc generals, when the enemy displays this level of battlefield coverage, whether it be magic or pseudo-magic, it is beyond the current orc force's ability to contend with.

These should be a match for the elite beast army on the wasteland. Let them be the aerial thunderbirds that can charge at high speed, and the behemoths that can ignore magic and advance all the way.

In short, this is not an opponent we should be facing!
General Bloodhowl's facial muscles twitched slightly. He finally called a complete halt to the siege and increased the distance between the camps.

As the orcs retreated completely, a suppressed cheer erupted from the city walls.

Some of the garrison soldiers, still confused about the situation, reported their battle achievements to the patrol officer while desperately asking their colleagues what had just happened.

Soon, a rumor spread like wildfire: under the guidance of Lord Frostflow, the orcs from the Vast Ocean Territory had unleashed a new kind of magic…

"Orcs can use magic? You're kidding me, right?"

"How could that be? The captain of the third squad of the city defense team told me himself. Think about it, apart from those barbarians, where else do we have such a magical force?"

"Oh, long live the lord!"

Amidst the cheers, the generals of Skyfrost City, though pleased, fell silent as they looked at the scorched earth outside the city, thoroughly ravaged by firepower, and the clearly defined area covered by the barrage of bullets.

They knew very well how many reinforcements the Han Hai Territory had in total.

The previous test firings of the Han Hai Ling standard under their supervision left the generals with the impression that it was similar to a special magical item or scroll, with considerable power, a slow production process, and a relatively high cost.

Only a lord who spends money like water can afford it.

But after witnessing what had just happened, the Frost generals, led by Xia Er, all realized they were wrong, terribly wrong.

"This is somewhat like a magic arrow with its power amplified several hundred times, and its attack speed seems to be even faster than that of a magic arrow."

"If those guys from the Vast Ocean can maintain this attack speed, our defense against these orcs won't be a problem at all!"

"If... if something like this fell into our Frost City..."

Everyone seemed to shiver at the same time, turning back to look at the somewhat blurry Han Hai Territory firepower position.

A deep silence fell over the scene.

In the hearts of these people who can decide the fate of Skyfrost City, a new, complex, gratifying, or slightly fearful emotion is quietly taking root and sprouting, a mixture of feelings!

(End of this chapter)