The officer said, "Me too."
The veteran was a little surprised, "I thought you were never afraid."
"I'm just not saying it. That's why I'm already a major and you're only a second lieutenant."
"Isn't it because of cultivation?"
"...so you're still a second lieutenant."
The orange torrent was approaching, and the werewolf's footsteps made the ground tremble, and the soldiers lying on the ground could barely hold their guns. They didn't rush to attack, they patiently waited until the werewolves were within absolute range before firing desperately.
Everyone is no longer stingy with the force and ammunition, and pours bullets desperately. But their firepower was too weak compared to the werewolf army on the opposite side, so weak that they couldn't slow down their charge.
The officer's face showed determination, he stood up suddenly, leveled his hand cannon, and fired the last cannon. The moment the force cannon was ejected, his face turned pale for a while, and he couldn't even stand still, but his right hand had already reached his waist to fumble for his military-style dagger.
The cannonball flew into the werewolf team and exploded with a bang. The instant roar almost covered all sounds in the world, and the blasted soil rushed a hundred meters. Within a hundred meters, countless werewolves were blown away by one cannon. Everyone is stuck!
The officer was dumbfounded, never expecting such a terrifying effect from his own shot. This is not a hand cannon, it is a salvo of dozens of heavy artillery, I am afraid that there will be no such results.
He stared blankly at the opposite side, and then at his hand cannon, but couldn't figure it out.
At this moment, the second earth-shattering explosion began, and the shock wave covered a hundred meters again, lifting countless orange werewolves into the sky. The charging werewolf army took another blow.
A huge shadow passed over the officer's head, he looked up, and saw an unimaginable giant ship appearing above the battlefield. That gigantic ship with a length of one kilometer is almost like a floating city.
"Hall of Valor!" Someone called out. Qianye's Hall of Heroes was already awe-inspiring in the world during the Battle of Floating Land. The extraordinarily huge hull and shape like a giant void beast have become symbols that everyone talks about. Although I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, someone recognized this legendary battleship as soon as it appeared at this moment.
Only then did the officer understand that the two earth-shattering explosions just now had nothing to do with his hand cannon, but were actually bombarded by the main cannon of the Hall of Valor.
The Hall of Valor slowly lowered its height, and many naval guns on the sides opened fire one after another, weaving a terrifying fire net, creating a death penalty zone in front of the werewolf army.
Although there are many werewolves in Duke Gale, their equipment is primitive after all. They may be stronger than the original werewolves in Emerald Sea, but they are not much stronger. This primitive form of troops, lacking strategic nodes, could only be slaughtered in the face of the firepower of the Hall of Valor, which was comparable to that of the Imperial Squadron.
No matter how brave a soldier is, he is unwilling to die needlessly. The werewolf army of the Duke of Gale Wind finally stopped charging in the face of heavy casualties. Many soldiers looked at the death penalty zone ahead, and their eyes began to show fear.
The Hall of Valor slowed down the rhythm of the naval bombardment until it stopped. Only then did the warrior with good eyesight see a person standing on the head of the dragon in the Hall of Valor.
Under the banner of the Werewolf Central Army, more than a dozen werewolf powerhouses were all attracted by that figure, and stretched their necks, wanting to see what happened. However, the gunpowder smoke finally dissipated, and the skull of the dragon ship was empty, and there was no longer a single figure.
"Where is that man, where did he go?" asked the impatient werewolf chief.
A soft voice suddenly sounded in the ears of all werewolf powerhouses: "I am here."
They turned their heads in shock, and suddenly saw Qianye standing behind them, only a few meters away.
"You!..." Before many werewolf powerhouses had time to exclaim, they suddenly felt unbearable heat, and their bodies became in pain like being burned by a raging fire. Their vision turned dark red, and all the scenery was distorted. It's like doomsday hell. They wanted to struggle, but their bodies were indescribably heavy. Even running was an extravagant hope, and the weak ones were even pushed to the ground.
In the heavy pressure, there is also a kind of aura that makes them tremble with fear. It comes from the depths of their blood, and they are instinctively afraid of those strong people who are close to the source of darkness. This kind of fear makes the werewolf's whole body weak, and he can display at least 60 to 70% of his combat power.
"How is it possible?" Before the werewolves had time to digest their shock, countless criss-crossing lines of blood appeared before their eyes.
The banner of the Werewolf Central Army slowly fell.
All werewolf fighters did not continue to charge after the bombardment of the Hall of Valor stopped, but instead focused their gazes blankly on the banner of the Chinese army, waiting for the next order. However, it wasn't until the flag came crashing down that they discovered that there was an open space with a radius of 100 meters where the Chinese army was located, and only one person stood tall.
Those strong werewolves who commanded the army turned into corpses in an instant.
On the battlefield, the wind suddenly picked up, and a deep coercion enveloped the audience. An extremely loud voice said: "Your Excellency Qianye, isn't it afraid of damaging the reputation of your son of darkness by treating the warriors of the tribe like this?"
Qian Yedan said: "They offended me, this is what they deserve. Besides, if I don't punish them, you won't show up either, right, Duke of Galewind."
A whirlwind appeared in front of Qianye, and a tall and thin old werewolf stepped out of the wind. His eyes are deep, and the wrinkles on his face are full of traces etched by the years. The old man walked up to Qianye and said, "Then I have appeared now."