Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 275 The Iron Orc Legion

Alistar's bull-like eyes widened in disbelief.

A few seconds later, he roared:

"Film! Look what you've done! This is what you call fast!"

Inside the cockpit, Filin was completely terrified.

He walked out sheepishly, his bushy fox tail tucked between his legs, his ears drooping, looking lost and bewildered.

"I...I didn't mean to..."

On the other side, the weapons training ground was equally bustling with activity.

A werewolf instructor is teaching his minotaurs how to operate a tank's main gun.

"Gru! See that biggest rock over there? Bomb it to pieces!"

The minotaur warrior who fired the cannon was named Gru, and he excitedly pounded his chest.

"Hoo! Watch this!"

He clumsily turned the turret and aimed the sights at the target.

"Fire!"

"boom!"

A shell whistled out.

The shell didn't hit the boulder the instructor had specified, but instead struck a large tree next to it.

"Snap!"

The century-old tree snapped and collapsed with a crash.

"roar!!"

Gru didn't care about any of that. He excitedly poked his head out from the gunner's position and roared at the sky.

"I hit it! I hit it!"

The instructor slapped him on the head.

"You idiot, what are you yelling about! I told you to hit the rock, why are you hitting the tree trunk?!"

"Do you know how many houses that tree could build!"

Meanwhile, in the heavy weapons section, the bear-man Patton, following the instructor's guidance on how to use it, had completely fallen in love with the six-barreled Gatling gun.

He's just missing live-fire shooting.

He was carrying a Gatling gun and pleading with an instructor.

"Instructor! Instructor! Let me try! Just once!"

The soldier, unable to resist his persistent pestering, had no choice but to nod.

"Only one shot! These bullets are precious!"

"Okay!"

Patton excitedly pointed his gun at a distant mountainside.

He pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh—rat-a-tat-tat-tat—!"

Flames spewed out, and deafening gunshots echoed through the valley!

Countless hot shell casings rained off from the side of the gun, clattering on the ground.

On the distant mountainside, stone chips flew everywhere, instantly carving out a deep ravine!

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Patton let out an excited yell, and the muzzle of his gun unconsciously began to rise in his excitement.

Bullets whizzed past the heads of the other orcs.

"Lie down!"

"Patton, you idiot! Do you want to kill us?!"

"My tail! You almost stepped on my tail!"

The surrounding orcs were so terrified that they all collapsed to the ground.

The instructor kicked Patton in the butt to stop him.

Patton chuckled.

A brand-new army, brimming with destructive power, is quietly taking shape deep within the Savage Bone Mountains.

Night fell again.

The orcs, exhausted from a day of training, were all in high spirits.

Warwick and the old patriarch stood on the hillside, overlooking the valley.

Around the campfire, the soldiers gathered around the steel behemoths, excitedly discussing their training from the day.

"This thing is too powerful!"

"Yeah! One shot, and everything shattered!"

"Next time we encounter demons, we can attack from a distance like those mages, and we won't get hurt!"

"Oh, that's right! We have no magic, our bows and arrows aren't powerful enough, and axes are much more convenient. Now that we have the weapons of the Great Xia, we orcs have no more weaknesses!"

The old patriarch watched all this, a glint of light shining in his cloudy eyes.

Warwick, standing to the side, frowned slightly, revealing many problems that had surfaced during training.

These weapons are powerful, but they were not designed for use by orcs.

They were a good fit for the Great Xia people, but for the orcs, there were still many things that needed to be adjusted.

For example, with firearms triggers, orcs' fingers often tremble and they fire accidentally.

Then there are tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, box rocket launchers, and Mengshi vehicles, etc.

The fact that the driving position is only suitable for petite members of the tribe is fine, but the diesel consumption is really too fast.

With the occasional engine starts on their way back, plus the training they did today, they've used up two-thirds of their diesel reserves.

Even hybrid electric vehicles, which use diesel generators for charging, can't keep up!

If we could use human power to replace the engine, it would be like our tribesmen pushing a tank. No, we only need the cannon barrel!

Warwick's eyes lit up at this thought.

Orcs generally have combat strength of level three or above when they reach adulthood, and there are many level four or five warriors with tall statures, who can easily handle the recoil of the cannon.

He began to imagine scenes in his mind.

A bear-man warrior carried a tank cannon barrel on his back, just like the rocket launcher of the Great Xia Dynasty, only a larger version, with more than a dozen shells on his back.

In the distance was a demon army. In the past, the bear-man warriors could only go up with axes to chop, and then be torn apart by the demons until they died from exhaustion.

But now, the bear-man warriors can start firing cannons from a kilometer away, blasting the demons into a panicked retreat and causing their morale to plummet.

Once they get close, he can pull out his giant axe and chop them down one by one. He can easily fight against thousands of demons on his own!

If you're a winged human, you don't need to use weapons to fight those flying demons in close combat; you can simply use a heavy sniper rifle with cubic nitrogen bullets.

Beyond a kilometer, it's out of the question, but at a distance of about a hundred meters, combined with the intuitive reaction speed of a strong person, it's enough to kill one person with one shot!

If all else fails, fire a few more shots!

And he has more than 50,000 such people!

Most importantly, it's incredibly fast and precise, requiring absolutely no complicated learning or maintenance, which greatly reduces the learning curve!

Warwick's eyes grew brighter with each thought, and he muttered rapidly to himself.

"That's right! All we need is the power of the Great Xia's weapons!"

"Everything else is superfluous!"

"If we don't need the engine and transmission, we won't need Da Xia's diesel fuel, engine oil, or maintenance."

"Armor can be omitted; our people can carry more ammunition!"

"No, firearms can't compare to cannons. Wait, Great Xia has cubic nitrogen bullets! Buy those! Every shot is like a cannon shot!"

"That's right, exactly! We need custom-made weapons from Great Xia, just like the giant axe the dwarves forged for us!"

"Warwick, what are you talking about?" The old patriarch beside him looked at his child, who was acting like a madman, and asked in bewilderment.

Warwick exclaimed excitedly:

"Father, I've thought of a way to further enhance the fighting power of the Great Xia Dynasty's weaponry!"

Then, he shared all his thoughts.

The old clan chief immediately became excited as well.

"Yes, yes, that's it, kid. We need custom-made weapons to build our steel orc army!"

Warwick nodded vigorously:

"Father, we still have some equipment from Great Xia that we didn't bring back. I want them to be converted into the way we envision it!"

"Now that the Demon Clan leader is injured, and with these Great Xia weapons, you will have no problem protecting yourselves."

"I plan to set off immediately with another group of my people to Great Xia!"