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Chapter 156 The Elven Race's Great Victory
"call out--"
A dull thud rang out as a shell flew through the air, tracing a high arc across the battlefield and landing precisely behind the demon army.
That place is a gathering place for demon liches and ranged units.
"boom--!!!"
An explosion rang out, and the demon units that were preparing to cast a spell to erect a protective shield were instantly blasted into the air.
Above the central treant's head, the vehicle-mounted laser weapon was also firing, precisely targeting the demonic flying units.
The power was insufficient to kill instantly, but the effect produced by the irradiation was already sufficient.
The targets that were irradiated all ran around like they were on fire, completely incapable of fighting.
The unbelievable scene left all the elves and demons who witnessed it momentarily stunned.
"This...this...this..." Elder Varelius on the city wall pointed at the tree-men, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
He felt his worldview was completely shattered at that moment, and then repeatedly rubbed into the ground.
Hanging a tank on a tree-man to use it as a gun turret?
I must admit, what a brilliant idea this is!
This idea originated from a training session a few days ago.
When Adrian led the Tech Legion to familiarize themselves with these Great Xia weapons, while being pleasantly surprised by their powerful capabilities, they also encountered the same embarrassing problem as the Holy Humans—the fuel consumption was too fast.
"General, without that fuel called 'diesel,' these steel behemoths can't move!" an elf in charge of logistics reported with a distressed expression.
What should we do?
Should we continue to request to purchase from Da Xia?
Before we could even demonstrate our fighting capabilities, we had to continue investing resources to report to the Queen?
Those conservative elders will definitely seize this opportunity to attack!
Just when everyone was at a loss, a wood-type spirit who had formed a contract with the treant suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"General...you see, these big guys just need a 'power source' to move them, right?"
"That's right." Adrian nodded.
"Then...why don't we try having the tree people do it for us?" The elven soldier pointed to the tree people sunbathing in the distance.
"They are incredibly strong; they can lift and run not just a car, but even a small mountain."
Adrian's eyes lit up instantly.
Yup!
They don't need to drive these vehicles at all!
All they need are the weapon systems inside!
As for mobility, what could be more economical and affordable than these naturally grown tree people who only need water, sunshine, and occasional fertilizer to thrive?
This is so much better than burning that expensive diesel fuel that burns like gold coins!
So, after some communication, the three tree people became mobile artillery emplacements.
As it turns out, this decision was extremely wise.
The speed of the tree people is no slower than that of a tank, and they are more adaptable to different terrains, whether it is mountains or swamps, they can move as if on flat ground.
The visual impact and psychological deterrent effect of this image are unparalleled.
The demons obviously couldn't have imagined it either.
When they saw those familiar treants suddenly spewing out destructive flames, the entire demon army was stunned.
"Huh?" (What is that thing?)
"Chirp?" (A lump of iron has grown on the tree?)
"Whoa!" (Run!)
The morale of the demons on the front lines collapsed instantly under the dual assault of modern weapons and enchanted bullets.
The elves were greatly encouraged. Seeing the usually kind and gentle tree people displaying their might, they were all inspired and fought fiercely.
The entire battlefield was dominated by the roar of heavy artillery, the howl of machine guns, and the flashes of explosions.
This is a completely unequal war.
When the balance of war shifts, victory comes faster than expected.
The roar of the battlefield gradually subsided.
Instead, the elves erupted in a deafening cheer.
"We won...we won! We won!!!"
A young elven warrior threw off his helmet and grabbed a machine gun that was still emitting blue smoke.
He took two quick pricks on the scorching hot gun barrel, making him grimace, but he laughed like a 200-pound child.
He held the assault rifle high, as if it were a sacred object bestowed by a god.
"Your Majesty is wise! Technology is amazing!"
"What kind of garbage are bows and arrows? I'm going to use these from now on!"
The joy of victory washed over the hearts of every elven warrior.
The entire city of Lostia went mad.
The elves of Lostia also surged onto the city walls, embracing, weeping, and laughing.
The fear and repression that had been building up for hundreds of years were transformed into primal cheers at this moment.
For so many years, they couldn't even remember the last time they had witnessed such a resounding victory.
Every previous victory against the demons came with immense sacrifices and a terrible price: the bodies of comrades and a long period of mourning.
Today, they crushed a demon army several times their size with an overwhelming force.
They swept away a demon army several times their size from their sight with negligible casualties.
General Adrian stood on the roof of an infantry fighting vehicle and ripped off his helmet.
The evening breeze ruffled his long silver hair as he looked down at the almost frenzied soldiers, his blood boiling.
He saw a young elven warrior carefully wiping his unremarkable assault rifle with the finest silk, his expression focused and devout.
He looked ten times more earnest than when he was polishing his family's longbow, which had been passed down for five thousand years.
On the other hand, the style is even more bizarre.
A group of normally proud and elegant elven mages were surrounding the two 155mm howitzers, as if they were gazing upon a divine miracle.
"Incredible! This is simply the art of war! Did you see that 'Flame Storm' enchanted bullet just now? One shot! An entire area of heavily armored demon soldiers was reduced to charred remains!"
"I have an idea. What if we enchanted them with 'Frost'? Couldn't we freeze them into ice sculptures, making them shatter at the slightest touch?"
"Nonsense! 'Chain subsidence' is clearly more effective!"
A white-bearded wood-elemental mage hugged a cold cannonball, pressed his old face against it, and muttered to himself:
"My dear... this is much more useful than planting trees..."
"General Adrian, your victory will be etched into the history of the Elven race like stars."
Elder Archimonde appeared beside him at some point, a genuine smile on his face.
"No, Elder."
Adrian shook his head, his gaze falling on the massive treant mobile turrets.
"This is a victory for the new era, a victory for all those who dare to embrace change."
Elder Archimonde looked at this group of elves who were almost "forgetting their roots," but instead of being angry, he smiled.
"Adrian, my general."
He patted Adrian's armor.
"Our Terra is saved."