Wang Zifeng held a long sword in one hand and a shield in the other, looking at the wall opposite with a serious expression. Beside him there were three other warriors who were also on high alert.
Very close behind him, six artillerymen and several guards who joined later were nervously operating four pneumatic cannons, bombarding the opposite wall and battlements. Two of the original artillerymen had already fallen, one died and the other was seriously injured.
Among the Baron's guards were two archers with low-level fighting spirit, who were extremely difficult to deal with. They kept moving on the roof and behind the wall, and would suddenly shoot two arrows at the gun position. The two gunners and several guards who were shooting from behind the bunker were killed or injured by these two.
Wang Xiaofeng led several low-level warriors to block the gunners with shields. With their eyesight and reaction ability, they could sometimes block the arrows. But the gunners were still dangerous. It was undoubtedly much easier to shoot a person in the dark than to block a flying arrow.
He also ordered two attack teams to focus on these two people. As soon as they showed their heads, they would shoot them with bullets. Only in this way could they be suppressed.
The artillery, in its first real combat, was in a panic. It took three or four rounds before it began to hit the gate of the wall. Although it had now blasted open the gate, it had not killed or wounded the few enemies hiding behind the battlements, and the main gate of the Earl's castle had not been blasted open.
"Replace the shotgun shells with the No. 1 cannon and attack the soldiers on the roof. The No. 2 cannon should attack the catapult on the second floor platform. I saw several guards operating it. The No. 3 and No. 4 cannons should continue to blast open the main gate of the castle." Wang Zifeng ordered.
Before the second cannon could adjust its position, the enemy's catapult began to move backwards. A stone bullet whistled into a house on the edge of the square, leaving a hole in the roof. Miserable cries came from the house.
Wang Zifeng frowned and shouted, "Everyone, hurry up! If we are still defeated by the catapults even with our cannons, we might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill ourselves."
The second gun fired again but missed the second floor platform, but it hit the corner of the top floor, knocking off the head of a guard. The two gunners adjusted their positions again and fired another shot, finally grazing a corner of the slingshot but failing to break it apart.
"Change the bomb." Wang Zifeng said.
The loader picked up a cannonball inlaid with a crystal and carefully loaded it into the barrel.
Another shot was fired, and a fireball exploded on the second-floor platform, engulfing the half-ready catapult. Wang Zifeng saw from afar that several guards, covered in flames, were blown away by this shot.
At this time, the shotgun of the No. 1 gun also came into play. After firing two solid bullets to calibrate the position, it missed two more shotgun shells. Finally, one shotgun shell hit the top floor. The steel balls plowed through the roof, and several guards fell from the building with blood all over their bodies.
"Well done!" Cheers came from all around.
Wang Zifeng said to the gunner of the No. 1 cannon, "Fire two more scattered shells, then switch back to solid bullets and continue to smash the door! This door will flash, there must be a magic circle. But I want to see which is more powerful, the magic or the cannon!"
At the observation post on the roof, a guard shouted, "Deputy Platoon Leader, there's movement over there! Those two vindictive guys seem to be rushing over here."
Wang Zifeng took a look and saw that the two men had indeed jumped down from the castle like monkeys, bursting out with all their fighting spirit, and rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed.
Gunshots were heard from the houses on both sides, but the two men were running so fast that it was extremely difficult to aim at them. They had covered half the distance in the blink of an eye.
"Everyone, concentrate your fire on the one on the left. Leave the one on the right to me!" Wang Zifeng turned and looked at the soldiers around him, "Get ready to follow me! Don't let him get close to the gun position!"
The concentrated fire method was indeed effective. The man on the left was shot in the leg, his feet softened, and his body stopped immediately. This gave the soldiers a chance to aim, and bullets were fired all over his body. After a few seconds, he became a corpse.
On Wang Zifeng's side, his long sword had already clashed with the enemy on the right. Although Wang Zifeng had three comrades who were also low-level fighters, the opponent was more skilled, close to the middle level, and his body movements were tricky and his swordsmanship was sophisticated. It was the first time for Wang Zifeng and his companions to fight a strong enemy like this, and under the tension, they forgot about their usual training.
They tried to keep their distance from the other side, giving the archer a chance to shoot. But the other side had already discovered their intentions, constantly changing positions, keeping a distance from them. Within a few moves, a soldier was cut in the neck because he retreated to the corner and had nowhere to hide, and Wang Zifeng's left arm was also cut by the sword.
"This won't work. People upstairs, you must find an opportunity to shoot." Wang Zifeng said.
"I can't open it! You're going too fast and too close!" said a soldier holding an air rifle in the second-floor window. As he spoke, another soldier was stabbed in the thigh and had to retreat to the side.
The situation had become two-on-one, and after a few dangerous moves, Wang Zifeng suddenly realized that the more they tried to distance themselves from the enemy, the more room the enemy would have to use their grappling skills. The more they tried to escape from his range of moves, the more passive they would become.
When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. Let’s fight!
"Xu Tianle, I'm going to pounce on him! You better wait for your chance!" Wang Zifeng shouted. He took advantage of the moment when his opponent chopped back Xiao Xu with his sword, leaving a tiny gap, and threw his shield fiercely, followed by the sword in his hand. While the opponent was dodging the shield and sword and losing his pace, he rushed forward with all his strength and crashed into the opponent's arms.
The enemy was a little dazed by this sudden close-range attack. He wanted to stab Wang Zifeng with his sword, but he was grabbed by the arm. The halo of fighting spirit flickered on both sides, and the two men stumbled and fought with scattered steps.
"Still can't aim! Xiao Xu, use the sword!" the gunman upstairs shouted.
Xu Tianle tried to chop the enemy with his sword several times, but the two of them turned too fast and almost hurt Wang Xiaofeng.
Wang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and threw himself to the side, falling to the ground and taking the other person with him. The enemy had no room to move when he fell to the ground. He wanted to get up and run away, but Wang Xiaofeng grabbed his wrist. While the two were pulling each other, Xiao Xu saw the opportunity and stabbed the other person in the back of the neck with a sword.
Blood flowed from the enemy's mouth, the fighting spirit on his body began to dissipate, and finally he fell down.
With the help of Xu Tianle, Wang Xiaofeng pushed the corpse aside and crawled out. Although he was not injured, he was trembling slightly, not sure whether it was due to nervousness or excitement. He looked at his hands, his fingers were stiffly bent, and they hurt because he had used too much force.
He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, suppressing all the chaotic emotions in his heart. He opened his eyes again, looked at the people watching him, and shouted: "Why are you standing there? Continue to attack, smash this castle, and avenge Xiao Zhang and the others!"