Stratholme God

   Chapter 727 Human flesh fire reconnaissance (seeking monthly ticket)

  How do adult humans drill through certain small holes? In theory, as long as the hands are raised, the chest can pass through, and people can pass.

The   38cm muzzle looks small, but it's actually not that small.

   It is dark and dark all around, and only the round hole of the muzzle can see the outside world.

  【Learning】I panicked instantly.

   "Wait! I'm not convinced! What did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me?"

At the muzzle of the gun, there was the arrogant and heroic face of the Besmarck: "My lord has an order, you sent a messy picture in the system group last night, triggering Article 404 of the ban of the Galactic Order Council, which is specially punished by this Criminal Code."

  Well, there is not a single dirty **** in the world that is innocent.

   shouted "He's the one who served tea!" on the street, tortured these guys directly, and turned back 100% to find the evidence.

   This guy was agitated, he stopped struggling, and said with a sad face: "What will I become?"

   "You have to pray that my skills pass the test. If I use too much force, you will turn into a pile of minced meat within a few seconds after the gun is fired, and it will not be scattered evenly on hundreds of square meters of sea or rock walls."

   "Too light?" The guy asked in a low voice.

   "I don't know why, when we go out to sea, there is always a group of sharks behind us."

   Without waiting for other people to react, a group of filthy gods have gathered around, watching strongly, and making sympathetic voices.

   "Hahahahahaha!"

   Listen, how compassionate.

   Not long after, there was a loud bang, and a dirty **** went to the sky.

   At this time, I have to praise the excellent gunnery of the Basemarck, and the pressure of the gun chamber is stuck at the limit that the body of the dirty **** can bear.

  I saw that a filthy **** flew across the sky, passing through the warning net composed of Qiraji flying insects wandering in the sky at a very high speed.

   Seriously, human dynamic vision is limited.

   Esports also don’t require vision.

   The gods can't see it, it doesn't mean the system can't see it.

  Because of the visual synchronization system, all light and shadow images captured on the retina are quickly resolved.

   A series of coordinates immediately passed through the system and synchronously sent to the minds of the ship girls.

   "Okay, the target in Area 114514 has been captured, the ballistic model is completed, and it's still a little short." The Besmarck pondered.

   At this time, a group of filthy gods were circling around the mouth of the gun barrel, which was still exuding blue smoke, and it was as lively as a bonfire party with a girl.

   "Fuck!"

   "This must be a home run!"

   These teasers are so excited.

  Suddenly, the [Crippled Chicken], who was playing the role of a musician, was twisted up by Jian Niang with one hand, and he immediately screamed: "Qiaodou sack! Ya destroy the butterfly!"

  Besmarck didn't care so much, just muttered: "Coordinate correction..."

   I saw that the gun barrel turned slightly to the right, and then another filthy **** went to heaven.

  “咻——”

   There was a technical error this time. Due to the fact that the terrain on the cliff was not well estimated, Nuoda’s dirty **** was shot onto the rock wall and turned into a red flower in the distance.

   Well, the battle royale begins.

   The filthy gods scattered and started running around the deck. These funny people dare not jump into the sea. After all, the shark fins swimming on the sea are not a joke.

   A funny scene happened.

   The ship girl itself has the speed and strength of a human being, and it is about the same as a level 60 professional. Since she has no professional skills, she may not be able to catch up with these funny guys.

But these guys are the hormones that walk on the ground. Sometimes the ship girl just runs a few steps so fast, these guys' eyes light up, they can't move their legs, they shout something "Ah, I'm dead", and then they are really caught. Caught in the barrel and flew away.

  Seriously, this kind of reconnaissance is very efficient, but it’s a bit labor-intensive.

   Thanks to these humanoid high-speed scouts with an initial speed of 800 meters per second, the shooting of Zhuyuan was quickly verified and corrected, and death came.

   "Hey!"

   "Boom—"

  In a certain swarm gathering area, the worms did not respond to the sudden death scream.

  When the shells with the unit of [tons] landed in the insect-infested area, the waves of death that were set off instantly engulfed over a hundred large insects.

  These bugs are the size of a car at every turn, and their relatively slender chelicerae and carapace are simply impossible to resist the power of 380mm artillery.

   You don't need a direct hit, but if you enter within a radius of 50 meters, the bugs will be blown to pieces.

  Even longer distances will be affected by shock waves or fragments.

   A large number of insects entered the gate of **** like this.

  South of Feralas, Varok, who was supervising the battle on the front line, raised his ears: "Great Chief, listen!"

  Saar nodded: "Well, I heard it."

From the opposite side of the    mountain came a dull bang, a bit like thunder.

   The orcs who escaped from the old city of Orgrimmar are no strangers to this voice.

   The bugs in front did not know what was happening behind them. They still followed the survival instinct of living creatures and flew towards the Feralas area where there was more food.

   After a few minutes, Thrall noticed that the number of bugs flying from the sky had decreased.

   Previously, every wave of qiraji flying insects that came, gave Thrall the feeling of a black curtain wall falling from the sky. Each piece was about the size of a football field.

After the    shelling, there were still many large flying insects killed.

   But the number has been greatly reduced, from a huge curtain wall to a scene like a fishing net.

   That sparse appearance can be seen by every tribal warrior who is fighting **** battles.

  Whether they are willing to admit it or not, even if this is only close to Feathermoon Fortress, it probably only affects less than one-third of the orc defense line. The long-range artillery bombardment by the Alliance on the flanks of the battlefield has indeed helped.

   Soon, the swarms on the Eastern Front began to decrease.

   "What's over there?" Thrall asked.

   Not long after, the report came.

   Herald: "Report, our scouts have witnessed the dispatch of the alliance's black dragon troops. The three black dragons distracted the swarm. It should be the black dragon princess Onyxia."

"Hey, it would be nice if we also had a giant dragon as a mount." Thrall looked into the distance, he knew that there was something wrong with the way the Dragonmaw clan tamed the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, and he couldn't bear it. Live, more or less envy the Alliance, envy his former Warchief Orgrim.

   Next, for more than ten days, the Alliance was in a state of helping a little, but not helping too much.

   As for McDonald's, he was busy discussing sending troops with the night elves.

  The Temple of Wyrmrest has been negotiated. When the mortal army arrives in Silithus, they will kill them.

   The night elves' troops are the trouble.

  Historically, they traveled from north to south, through the barrens, into the Thousand Needles, the Plains of Gold, and then detoured through Tanaris and Craters, and entered Silithus.

   This life is a little better. The alliance navy is too strong, which can save them a lot of tossing. From the Azshara area in the northeastern part of the mainland, board the ship through the temporarily built pier, and take the ship directly to the Golden Sword Port.

   This time the coalition forces, McDonald's was a little worried.

   There was nothing wrong with Tyrande personally leading the team, because Malfurion was lying dead, Cenarius tore Archimonde at the seamount, and now it was the Druid's turn to call the idiot Fandral *Staghelm.

   (end of this chapter)