The sound of the 02-type lance gas tank valve opening and closing sounded like heavenly music to Shi Hao, who had just experienced a life-and-death moment, but to the warriors of the Andur family, it was like the music of the god of death.
There were five bullets in each lance's magazine, and sufficient compressed air had already been stored in the gas tank. When fifty cavalrymen fired continuously from both sides of the convoy with lances, the bullets, which were too small to be captured by the naked eye, rushed towards the enemies who were still drawing their bows or preparing to charge, forming a rain of bullets.
Those enemies who were not prepared watched themselves or their companions spurting blood in confusion. Some bullets hit horses, which shed more blood than humans and neighed miserably. The remaining bullets hit wooden carriages. Ordinary carriages had no magical defenses at all, and the bullets easily penetrated the carriages and door panels and penetrated into the carriages, causing screams and cries.
Butler Inigo felt a heavy punch hitting his side waist, and severe pain accompanied by numbness spread from his waist. Wherever that feeling reached, it was as if that part had lost connection with the brain and was completely out of control.
He felt his body becoming stiff, his hands and feet becoming weak, and even his mind began to blur.
He touched his abdomen, and his palm was instantly dyed red. He lowered his head and watched the blood circle on his clothes grow bigger and bigger, and then spread to most of his body.
"What kind of magic is this..." He spoke intermittently, looking at a loss. He turned around and staggered towards the carriage like a lame puppet, trying to find a place to hide. However, before he took two steps, another bullet flew and hit his temple, blood splattered, and this time Butler Inigo fell down cleanly and never got up again.
Leo fired the second round of bullets, killing the whining old man. He squeezed his leg against the horse's belly, and the horse ran in an arc in the sparse woods, and then moved away from the caravan again. He held the lance in one hand and took out a clip from the ammunition bag with the other hand, pressed the bullet into the lance, and then aimed the crystal stone inlaid in the ring on the middle finger of his left hand at the inflatable magic circle. The magic circle brightened and dimmed with his breathing. After ten breaths, the air pressure in the gas tank reached a state that could be activated. His whole movement was like flowing water. Behind him, ten cavalrymen made the same move. Although their proficiency was not as good as Leo's, and their movements were uneven, everyone loaded their lances before Leo turned his horse's head.
"Brothers, give them another round. Focus on those who still want to resist, and kill those who don't lay down their weapons." Leo held the reins in his left hand and the lance in his right hand, and rushed towards the enemy again with the two squads behind him.
Most of the Viscount's guards, who had suffered two rounds of shooting, had just come to their senses from the sudden attack. They began to look for cover and tried to avoid the bullets. However, the Chinese attacked from both wings at the same time, leaving many people with nowhere to hide. They avoided the bullets in front but were hit from behind.
It's not that no one fought back with bows and arrows, but these people would often become the priority targets of the Chinese cavalry. Ordinary people and low-level warriors had no way to defend against air gun bullets, and most of these people were shot to death before they could even shoot an arrow.
In the chaos, only the guard leader and two mid-level warriors managed to keep their position. The three of them dismounted from their horses at the beginning, using their horses as cover to dodge attacks more flexibly. They dodged and approached each other, covering each other from the attacks from behind. They used their fighting spirit to block the bullets and fired arrows with longbows. Although they were also injured by the bullets, the arrows they shot also shot down three Chinese cavalrymen.
Leo noticed a few more masters here, and he shouted loudly: "Follow me in a row to deal with the three archers gathered together." He rushed to the three people first, holding his lance horizontally, and when he was in range, he aimed at the nearest enemy and fired five rounds in a row. His gunshot seemed to point out the direction for his companions behind him. The storm of bullets whizzed past his ears and hit the enemy directly. Although he had fighting spirit to protect him, he was still hit by these bullets and his body burst into blood mist. What's more, one bullet happened to hit one of his eyes. The severe pain of his eye made him throw away the longbow in his hand, cover his face and scream, and the operation of his fighting spirit was also seriously disturbed. Then he was riddled with holes by the bullets behind him.
Leo inserted the lance with no bullets into the holster on the saddle, suddenly drew the saber from his waist, and rushed towards the second mid-level warrior. The man was already covered in blood. Seeing that the Chinese cavalry were close at hand, he hurriedly threw away the longbow in his hand, drew his long sword and prepared to rush towards the cavalry in front of him.
At this time, Leo held the saber horizontally and rode past him. The saber infused with fighting spirit was extremely hard and sharp. With the help of horsepower, the power of the saber far exceeded that of ordinary attacks. The enemy had no chance to react at all. His head was cut off by Leo's sword and flew into the sky.
The two strongest warriors fell one after another, which aroused the anger of the captain of the guard. He threw the longbow as a weapon at Leo. The longbow infused with fighting spirit whistled towards him, and Leo raised his sword to block it. Unexpectedly, the longbow contained layers of fighting spirit and was difficult to deal with. He was thrown off his horse in an instant.
The leader of the guards rushed forward with his sword in hand, and with several strikes, he suppressed Leo, who had not yet stood firm, and made him panic.
However, just as he was about to injure Leo, a gunshot rang out from behind him, and several bullets hit his back. Then a saber attacked him from behind, leaving a long and deep bloody wound on his back.
It turned out that Shi Hao had arrived. After dodging the arrows at the beginning, he took advantage of the guards being disrupted by the shooting of the Chinese cavalry and looked for an opportunity to rush towards the convoy.
The Chinese's sharp attack caused the people around the guard leader to flee. Shi Hao took advantage of the guard leader's attention being drawn to Leo, approached him from behind, shot and swung his knife, severely injuring him.
After injuring the leader of the guards, Shi Hao took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy. With the help of Leo, he killed the warrior who was stronger than him with just a few sword strikes.
As soon as the leader of the guards fell, the remaining viscount guards immediately began to scatter. They no longer had the will to fight, but fled in all directions. Shi Hao immediately began to shout at them to surrender quickly to save their lives.
But his words did not have much effect. In the end, except for a few guards who knelt down and surrendered, most people chose to continue fleeing. However, all of these people did not escape far before they were caught up and killed by Chinese cavalry.