Chapter 579 - 397: Saving the Collapsing Building (Part 6)
They were hoping to overwhelm us with numbers. Watching those Black Orcs stubbornly advancing in formation toward our side, Malin shook his head—if it were a hundred years ago, the Black Orcs could indeed use this method to combat the human legions, and they would even have a great chance of victory—because in the era of cold weapons, one Black Orc could fight against two or three humans without falling behind.
But today, when humans use firearms to combat the Black Orcs, not only has the manner of warfare changed, but so too has the fate of both sides.
The field cannon shells struck the Black Orc formation, raising copious amounts of flesh and blood, but these Black Orcs continued to advance.
"Your Excellency, at what distance should the machine guns fire?" A bearman ran down from the top of the hill, bowing his head as he awaited Malin’s instruction.
"Wait until their main forces reach three hundred yards," Malin said, and the bearman turned and ran toward his gun crew.
Malin watched as the second round of artillery fell, this time, the Black Orc troops showed some disturbances—the monsters could face the cannonade without collapsing, clearly never having experienced the extreme firing rate of light field cannons at twelve rounds a minute, bearman, as a high strength Orc race, could even achieve fourteen or fifteen rounds per minute.
And if Malin let the Wood Elves do it, they could reach a terrifying twenty rounds per minute.
Of course, Malin didn’t want to break the Black Orcs just now—after all, tens of thousands of pigs couldn’t be caught all at once.
Today, humanity must utterly eliminate this wave of Black Orc Tide of the Dead.
The doubts in the Black Orc Tide of the Dead were quickly quelled, and they began to accelerate.
Malin, holding the battle flag, gave a pause, "The last row, cross over the hilltop!"