"All charge!" Almost at the same time, Lehman's voice shouted.
Levin stared blankly at Lehman Hoss who fell from the horse, the back half of his head completely exploded, revealing the red and white sticky substance. The broken helmet fell to one side, and a hole the size of the bowl was opened at the top, which did not seem to have any protective effect.
"Come on, give it to me!" Then Levin's voice also rang out.
No, he didn't speak at all! Levin covered his mouth and looked behind him. The militiamen couldn't wait to swallow their pills and started running, as if a wall of people were coming towards him.
It was the witch, he realized, and the witch imitated his voice. "Don't rush, stop!" he yelled.
However, the sound was like a small splash in the surging crowd. Some people heard his order and stopped, but more people continued to charge forward.
"Quick, quick rush, break through the enemy's defense line in the middle, let you plunder the town!" Not only his voice, but also the voices of Dorn and other knights sounded at the same time, and this voice overcame all the noise, as if directly in the General roar in the ear.
There were also bursts of cries in the team, as if to cooperate with this order, and everyone shouted the slogan of "looting" one after another. The situation was completely out of control, no matter how Levin shouted, it was all drowned in the excited roars of everyone. He had to fully control the horses to prevent himself from being carried away by the torrent, and the militiamen seemed to have lost their minds and rushed towards the center of the avenue.
No, no, they have no sense, especially when someone guides them, they will enter a state of extreme excitement after taking the medicine, and any killing will stimulate them to go further. At first, some people avoided Leiman who fell to the ground, but later everyone stepped on his body directly. Levin wanted to find Dorne and the others, but found that they had been swept away by the crowd. As a last resort, he had to follow the direction of the team and gradually move towards the side of the woods. If he suddenly hit the horses horizontally, he would probably be hit by the force. The militiamen who had increased several times were knocked down, and it was difficult to get up again at that time.
After leaving the team, Levin looked around, trying to find out the chaotic witch to pieces. In his opinion, this is definitely a witch's conspiracy!
The 1,500 people who took the pills rushed towards the town's defense line in a swarm. It was also a deadly attack for the prince. Even if the other party had a large number of new weapons, they couldn't hold back so many people, and the final result was definitely not much better. go. When both sides suffer, it is obviously a situation that the witch is happy to see, so she will make trouble and induce the army to advance without authorization.
"The killing of Lehman and the witch who caused the chaos should not be the same person," he looked at the few militiamen beside him. They were all standing at the front of the line, witnessing Lehman's fall, and the group who heard him shouting the stop order. People, but compared to the huge army, less than thirty gradually approached, "One's ability should be to hide his body, and the other's ability to simulate voice. It is impossible for a witch to have two abilities. Go find the latter. Come out, I will tear her throat with my own hands!"
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Brian could see from the firing window that the enemy was getting closer, and gunshots had been fired from the bunker in front of him.
His garrisoned position was in the middle of the diamond, and he had to wait for the enemy to pass the purple marker beside the road before he could fire. The wait made him anxious.
Going to the other side of the window, Brian looked back, white smoke kept rising from the artillery position, and a loud noise rolled over like thunder. They were the first to get busy. The range of the 12-pounder guns covered almost the entire battlefield. If you listened carefully, you could even hear the whistling sound of the shells passing through the air.
"My God, they run so fast!"
"Look at that guy, his hand was cut off by the shell and he is still running forward."
"His Royal Highness is right, is this a human? It's like an evil beast."
Since the First Army was informed when it was mobilized before the war that the enemies were all lunatics who had taken the Church's maddening pills, the opponent's charge against the bullet rain not only did not frighten the crowd, but they made them full of fighting spirit. After all, the First Army is Growing up against evil beasts.
"Captain, they are coming soon!" someone reminded.
Brian hurriedly returned to his position and put the rifle out of the window. Compared with the flintlock gun that needed to be reloaded once for one shot, the new weapon issued by His Highness was a qualitative improvement. He could finish five shots in one go. Bullets, throw the cartridges to the recruits behind, and then fire five rounds of full use. At this time, the recruits should also have loaded the bullets.
However, His Highness once emphasized during training that only when the enemy is approaching 100 to 50 meters can firepower be suppressed in this way. Shooting at long distances should be as accurate as possible, as revolver rifles are cumbersome to manufacture and everyone has limited rations.
Brian took it seriously, the copper shells filled with gunpowder were thin and thick, and almost every one of them was the same. A blacksmith would never be able to make something so delicate, and he knew it must have come from the hands of a witch. Usually, everyone will collect the bullet casings and hand them over to the iron axe. After the shooting training, there must be reloading exercises. A group of people sat around the center of the camp, stuffing primers, gunpowder and warheads into the distributed cartridge cases in turn according to the operating rules, and assembling new bullets. Therefore, he is also reluctant to spend ammunition on hard-to-hit targets.
As the enemy crossed the purple marker, Brian took a deep breath, "Free Fire!"
The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they could not wait to pull the trigger on the well-targeted target. For a while, the bunker was filled with gunshots. The enemy who crossed the line of fire first was hit by the bullets staggered on both sides, the blood sprung from the waist, and fell to the ground after staggering two steps. Obviously they can take more pain than the average person, but it's still not helpful when facing large-caliber bullets.
Brian noticed that several people jumped up to the top of the front bunker, trying to sneak up on the soldiers fighting inside from behind, but a thick iron door blocked them from outside. Without hesitation, he turned the gun and shot the exposed madmen one by one. The reason for the diamond-shaped arrangement of the bunkers is that they can cover each other, and the enemies who try to go around their backs will be strangled by the firepower of the rear bunkers.
"Be careful, throw the spear!" Someone suddenly shouted.
Brian saw a dense mass of black shadows rushing out from the center of the enemy's main force. After crossing the highest point in the air, it fell towards the bunkers on both sides.
This distance, I am afraid there are two or three hundred meters! He subconsciously shrank his head into the pit, only to hear a series of crackling sounds above his head. After the attack, he straightened up and found that not a single spear had been thrown into the fort. The situation in the bunker ahead was similar, with only a few short spears stuck on the wall like solitary feathers.
"It looks scary, it's useless at all," everyone laughed.
At this moment, Brian saw an enemy approaching the bunker where he was in a series of sputtering dust. He bowed and threw the short spear in his hand. The moment the weapon was released, he also Knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.
"Lower your head!" Before his warning sounded, the spear shot happened to pass through the shooting window and stabbed into the chest of a shooter, who groaned and fell to the ground. (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)