Although howitzers have few shells, the only base of shells is enough to deal with the increasingly weaker and weaker attacks of the enemy on the front battlefield. Mercenaries use money to fight, and the private armed forces of arms rarely need to fight on the battlefield. As for most other terrorist organizations, most of them are good at street fighting. This kind of mountain field battle and positional warfare are the specialty of the regular army. Nick Fury was very satisfied to see that his army was small in number and gradually gained advantages, but in order to save ammunition, the launch frequency of shells was not high.

"I hope the F-22 will arrive soon." He said to the inside agent who was doing paperwork behind him. "If we had F-22 and ground missiles during the Vietnam War, then we would win. I need a large enough explosion so that we can get out of here and do something else. Ask fortifications in the north and south, if there are people who want to sneak in there." There are narrow passages naturally formed on the north and south sides that lead directly to the outside world. The southern passage is further out of the gravel road for vehicles to drive. Those monks obtain supplies from the church are from the south paths - not everyone makes planes that can take off and land vertically when they come here.

The passage to the north is narrower, and can only be walked. There is a well there, and many important objects in the monastery are stored there, which is also the location of the holy artifact room. The fork of that passage leads to the place where the purification ceremony is held, and the other fork leads to the cellar where wine is stored. What Nick Fury is worried about is that they do not have so many people to defend a cliff. Although S.H.I.E.D. has arranged defenses at the northern exit, if the enemy can still bypass the defense and enter the monastery by means of a rope.

Therefore, he asked Agent Romanov to be responsible for the alert work there. However, Agent Romanov was not a soldier, but a spy, and he could not guarantee that Agent Romanov had enough experience to command the soldiers.

Captain Rogers and Salomon both set out from the south. In cooperation with the enemy command camp analyzed by the S.H.E.L.D. intelligence agencies, Captain Rogers originally wanted to carry out the beheading plan through that path. Nick Fury believed that Captain Rogers should be able to drop the enemy command, but he happened to run into the supernatural creature trying to sneak into the monastery from the south path, which led to the battle where Salomon went to support.

But it was also the most worrying direction for Nick Frey. He didn't think anyone could break through the defensive fronts of Salomon and Captain Rogers. He had seen the abilities of those two. Although Salomon was not wearing armor or holding a gun, he believed that since Salomon could kill the Citari beast, it would be easy to kill a few supernatural creatures. As it turned out, he was indeed not wrong, but he did not guess what Salomon was facing now.

When the three-story skeleton giant dog appeared, a cold cold air suddenly spread across the southern battlefield, as if winter had arrived early. The heavy frost mist hangs on the dry gravel ground, and a faint wailing sound came from every twisted and painful face of the creature. Anyone would tremble involuntarily when he saw this scene. Salomon walked over, and the spiritual guard behind him continued to release a little positive energy. The frost that had just condensed melted in an instant, and then rose into light water vapor. The frozen mist on the left gradually dissipated, and the blood-red sunset hanging on the desert hills that were not growing in an instant flowed on the ground like blood gushing out after tearing open the skin, dyeing the fog that had not yet dissipated into a distinctly layered orange-red.

Just like orange jam, it only carries the stinky smell of blood. Salomon silently thought of the undead creature who made a silent roar. He licked his lips and put the hanging ring on his hands again - the undead creature feared positive energy and flames. Just so happened that he had a good study of positive energy spells and flame magic.

This is the masterpiece of the Necromancer. Being able to create such a powerful undead creature on the spot shows that this spell caster has extremely powerful mana. However, for a necromancer, it would be a bit unwise to take action again when his allies have failed - either this is a spell caster who has never fought in his life, or he was forced. The etheric plane tide caused by the necromancer's casting has roughly pointed out the position, so Salomon will let people make a person look for the position of the necromancer, and maybe there will be unexpected gains!

The skeleton hunting dog leaned down and jumped forward suddenly. The skeletons on its body collided with each other like drum beats. The maggots and carrion continued to fall during the running. The rotten stench was one step ahead of it. Salomon wrinkled his nose and recited a spell with a nasal sound. The giant beast hit the secret mage and tried to step on the soles of the feet made of several rotten corpses. The spirit guard jumped out from behind the secret mage and blocked the path of the skeleton hunting dog. The hunting dog kept on its chest

The twitching corpse and the yellow bones collided on the shield marked with the Seal of Weishandi. The hot sword emitting positive energy light accurately inserted into the gap in the chest of the Skeleton Hound - the heat made the stench more obvious, so that Salomon had to interrupt the spell to avoid vomiting by the smell. Salomon stepped back in a small step, and as he moved, the spirit guard also retreated, and the Skeleton Hound quickly followed, and the rotten burnt smell was even more disgusting.

"I didn't expect it to be so smelly." He spat and said to himself, "Oh my God, are the necromancers unhygienic?" He pulled out a wand from the dimensional bag, intending to resolve the battle between the giants as soon as possible. But this time he became scrupulous-"Don't splash on me," he waved his wand forward with a bright flash of light flew towards the head of the skeleton hunter, and then turned into a large flaming fountain with a dull sound.

"Eat fireball technique, stupid!" He held his breath and reached out to block his mouth so that the rotten flesh or maggots would splash into his mouth. "There is one! And this! And this!"

With the continuous explosions, the body of the skeleton hunter continued to fall apart. When the undead creature tried to escape, it fell into the trap spell cast by Salomon. The green strong acid in the pit continued to dissolve the calcium carbonate or calcium phosphate and other substances in the yellowed bones. The bone hound's legs became soft and could no longer support the overall weight of the undead creature. Finally, the undead creature continued to struggle and fell into the acid pit until Salomon waved his wand for the last time and completely blew the creature into pieces.

"Good explosion." Captain Rogers brought the team members out from behind the bunker to greet Salomon. However, everyone tried to tiptoe and cover their mouths and noses, so that they wouldn't inhale the bad air or step on the disgusting pieces. "I haven't seen you make something that explodes," he said. "Maybe you need something more modern."

"Do you mean the modernization of World War II?" Salomon walked over, and the huge spirit moved with him, and the behemoth made others nervous. "Believe it or not, I will use my smartphone, really, I send emails instead of using an owl to pass on the letter."

"This is a big improvement, isn't it?" Captain Rogers remembered the situation when he used his phone. It was a button phone. He always felt that the machine needed buttons, so he couldn't use a smartphone without buttons. In fact, when he knew that Salomon was a wizard, the first thing he thought was probably "I'm not the oldest of this group yet" - until he saw the Secret Mage using a smartphone, he realized that the wizard was so modern. Captain Rogers smiled and said, "Come with me, our mission is not over yet. There may be more supernatural creatures ahead, and I need your help."

"Sorry, I can't leave." The secret mage shook his head, "My maid hasn't brought the necromancer over. She has met the black wizard, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily. In fact, she has some unexpected gains." Salomon whistled, "a hot harvest that I expected."

"How did you know? Radio?"

"The mind calls."

"At my time, the US military also studied this thing, and I thought it was something whimsical."
Chapter completed!