Blue Sword

"In a nutshell, that's it," Asker concluded. "The whole mission is to enter the trench, go through the trench, rush through the artillery fire range, and then destroy their mortar position, and it's over."

"Wait a minute!" Hans suddenly raised his hand, "Did I miss any steps? How to rush through the artillery fire range?"

"When the cannonball falls, look for the impact point of the cannonball, and then avoid it." Aske said, "Just rush through."

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"Then what would have happened if we hadn't avoided it?" Nuremberg asked tactfully.

"It could get hurt," Askew said.

"It's not a question of whether you can be injured or not." Hans complained fiercely, "If you are hit by shrapnel from a mortar shell, you will die! You will die on the spot and you can't even save him!" "

"So just don't get hit," Aske said.

"So how can we ensure that we are not hit?" Nuremberg asked with a wry smile.

"There is no other way but to practice more," Asker said. "As soon as you see the shells falling, get out of the way. You have to react quickly."

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There were so many nonsense in these words that no one knew where to start, and for a while no one spoke.

How to practice dodging cannonballs? Practice with live ammunition? If you fail in practice, will you just die? So what is the difference between this exercise and actual combat? Chief, how do you practice? In a previous life? Is this the reason for reincarnation?

The swordsmen were unable to complain, but the girls were calm throughout the whole process. After all, the leader had too many amazing deeds, and dodging mortar shells was nothing more than trivial matters.

Only Medea covered her mouth to hold back laughter. She knew that Asker's so-called practice was in the private server environment of the club. You can be reborn directly after death, so you can practice "mortar dodge" thousands of times. Tens of thousands of times.

In other words, no one here can achieve the level of Asker. Reality is not a virtual online game, it is impossible.

"Captain." Medea said leisurely, "Now there is no condition for everyone to practice. Let's use a more practical method."

"Well." Ask thought for a moment, "Since you can't do it, then we can only change to a simple plan."

"What plan?" the swordsmen asked quickly.

"I'll rush over first and kill all the Templars who fired mortars." Asik said slowly, "Then you rush over and fight."

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"Chief." Everyone was stunned for a long time. Hans was the first to react and said with a wry smile, "Isn't our mission this time to destroy the Templar mortars?"

"If you go through the artillery fire position alone and kill all the Templars firing mortars. Then what are we going to do? Can't you complete the mission by yourself?"

"That's true, but after all, there is something you can do, right?" Ask also thought for a long time and said, "For example, cleaning the battlefield or something?"

The swordsmen burst into tears. The swordsmen of our majestic Richard Turner Swordsmen Group are all high-level extraordinary beings when taken out. Are they only qualified to clean the battlefield in front of you, Chief Asker?

"Oh, by the way." Asik said with a high-five, "I can go over and blow up the mortars! Then I'll leave the remaining Templars to you, how about that?"

"That's it." Even Nuremberg, who had always been honest and loyal, couldn't stand it anymore and quickly made the plan. If you keep talking like this, everyone will vomit blood.

So everyone quickly entered the trenches. The top of the head is a wooden board covered with cloth, which is used to strengthen the trench walls on both sides. Many wooden boards had just been replaced by imperial engineers. They were trembling and trembling under the rumbling artillery fire in the distance. Dust and soil continued to fall along the cracks.

Everyone continued to move quickly in silence, surrounded by power armor knights and armed soldiers, constantly leaving or converging into the team at the next fork.

This trench is unimaginably vast. Without the help of the demigods of the Black Hole Law, it would have been impossible to dig such a large-scale trench in a short period of time.

With the help and cover of the trench, everyone finally arrived at the exit of the trench despite the constant gunfire roaring overhead.

A few hundred meters closer to the exit, the terrain here has been bombed to a mess. Looking forward through the cover of the broken walls, everyone saw that the open ground ahead was filled with the bodies of soldiers and the remains of power armored knights.

Obviously, the imperial military has paid an extremely heavy price in order to break through this death distance in the past few days.

"This..." Looking at the cruel picture of hell in front of her, Eleanor's breathing became rapid. She didn't know whether it was out of anger or fear.

"Calm down, Eleanor." Asik squatted in front of her, looking at the mortar position in the distance, and said without looking back, "This is what war is like."

"They shouldn't send these ordinary people to die." Eleanor said word for word, "This is not something they can deal with at all!"

When Nuremberg and Hans heard the sound, they both looked at her in surprise.

"There is nothing that should or should not be done in this world, Your Highness." Hans laughed softly, "The lives of big people are always more valuable than those of us little people. The empire would rather die than ten thousand ordinary soldiers. I'm willing to let a demigod take that risk."

"Hans!" Nuremberg shouted to stop him.

"I understand what you mean, but I don't think it's correct." Eleanor said seriously.

"Naive." Hans sneered and shook his head, dismissive of her ridiculous persistence.

"Because that's how we do it," Eleanor insisted. "It's always been like this."

Hans was stunned when he heard this, and for a moment he couldn't say anything to refute.

Because the Blue Sword Mercenary Group is indeed different from them, their leader Aske will soon lead the charge bravely and fearlessly.

But their Richard Turner mercenary group left the demigod teacher behind the position. The same reason as those of the imperial dukes was that "demigods cannot be allowed to take risks."

But it stands to reason that since he is a stronger person with a higher level, shouldn't he be at the forefront of the battlefield to protect his companions and subordinates? Why should the weak be allowed to die first?

"Because your captain, our Chief Asker is a perverted guy." Soon, Hans found a very reasonable reason, "The level is not restricted by the demonic tide, but the combat power is far higher than the same level. Of course, an extraordinary person can rush ahead and kill everyone without any scruples."

"It's so shameless to praise so much," Aske said.

"Everyone knows how strong the chief is." Hans said with a smile, "No need to be modest."

"If you say so, it's true." Nuremberg echoed Hans.

"Why are they suddenly reciting poetry?" Sidelifa thought in confusion.