"Freckles!" someone shouted. "He's hurt!"
"Don't touch him!" Brian roared, "I'll check his injuries, you guys keep shooting."
He handed over the rifle behind him to the recruit in charge of loading, and bent over to the other side. The injured person was still conscious, and asked tremblingly, "Captain, I... Will I die?"
The short spear stabbed diagonally into the lower part of his chest. It is not clear whether it has penetrated or not. Seeing that his breathing is still smooth, it should not hurt his lungs. During the culture class, His Royal Highness briefly talked about the functions of various organs of the human body and the emergency measures in case of injury. In such a situation, the best way he could think of was to leave it alone and let Miss Nana come after the battle. treat.
"Does it hurt?" Brian asked.
Freckles nodded hard.
"If you can feel the pain, it means you won't die," the knight put his hand on his forehead. "You should know about Miss Nana's abilities, right?"
"Well," Freckles forced a smile, "everyone... want to see her, so... I, I can see her too."
"Yes, so you have to hold on."
After Blair finished speaking, he returned to the firing window, and the recruit glanced back worriedly, "Don't you need to pull out the short spear?"
"It's easy to cause a lot of bleeding when you pull it out. When you learn this, you will understand," he paused. "What we can do now is to defeat the enemy as soon as possible."
…
Roland stood on the high platform and could clearly see the enemy rushing towards the town like a tide.
Every time they crossed a row of bunkers, their speed slowed down a lot. When they crossed the third row of bunkers, the enemy's flanks were completely exposed to the crossfire of the shooters.
The effect of the echo is very obvious. Although the team was stretched into a long strip, most people still ran on the avenue in accordance with the continuous charge of the witch.
At every moment, hordes of people fell, and there was nothing they could do about it. Faced with fortifications indestructible by swords and spears, Tifeko's militia could only endure casualties and move on.
Three hundred meters behind the third row of bunkers is the artillery position within this distance, which belongs to the dead area covered by shotgun shells.
Lightning in the sky has changed the flag to a bright red.
The firing angles of the twenty artillery pieces were flattened, and flames and thick smoke spewed forward. Roland roughly estimated that the most skilled artillery group could shoot a shotgun within 20 seconds, and it was almost half a minute. . At first glance, it seems that the rate of fire of the excellent gun group during the American Civil War is close, but the latter's three rounds per minute performance is in the performance of solid bullet shooting, and a lot of time is spent on artillery reset and repeated aiming. There is no need to aim when firing shotguns, no need to wipe the barrel, and the rate of fire can be increased even higher.
But for the enemy, this is already a terrifying rate of fire. Shotguns can kill unarmored targets especially astonishingly. Almost every iron pill can penetrate two or three people. Although pills can resist pain, they cannot suppress fear. When watching the people around them being beaten into sieves one by one, even if they are full of excitement and desire to kill, they can no longer suppress the instinctive fear of living beings, not to mention that they are not hard-willed steel troops. Without pills, these People are just a bunch of untrained civilians who lack actual combat experience. When half of the people were lying on the charge road, the enemy troops began to appear fugitives.
Fear spread like a plague. With the first one, a second and a third soon appeared. The forward line stopped completely and began to reverse course and retreat to the rear. The artillery team replaced solid bullets again and fired at the center of the road, while the musket team in the bunker never stopped firing.
There were piles of dead bodies on the road.
…
Levin's anger cooled, and he began to feel frightened.
At first, more than 20 people discovered the witch who caused the chaos. She was wearing a strange dress. When she lurked in the woods, she almost merged with the surrounding scenery. The center of the road is close, and it is almost impossible for my own people to find her.
Even so, she caused a lot of trouble for Levin. He found that the imitation of the witch's voice was erratic and did not need to come from his mouth. Sometimes it was on the left, sometimes on the right, and it even sounded from the back of his head. The content is also varied, such as imitating his own accent to issue orders, or a militiaman's painful cry for help.
But just when they wanted to surround and grab each other, the woman in white appeared again.
Levin relived the shocking scene of Lehman Hawes being killed in front of him in the blink of an eye.
She held a silver-white light crossbow in her hand, and as long as there were sparks and loud noises, someone would fall.
The surrounding pockets were torn apart in an instant, and everyone became startled for a while. The armor couldn't resist, and the shield didn't work either. The iron-clad round shield held in Levin's hand was shattered in half, and the light-leakage holes in the iron sheet told him how powerful the opponent's weapon was. The only thing that can be compared is the heavy crossbow with both hands. If he hadn't subconsciously lowered his head to avoid him, he would have turned into a corpse.
But the heavy crossbow cannot be fired one after another!
The ability of the witch in white to appear and disappear, combined with the terrifying weapon that does not need to be loaded, makes Lewin realize that he has no chance of winning. Once this awareness has the upper hand, the anger is quickly extinguished like a cold wind.
"Take the pill and kill her when she shows up!"
She shouted so, but Levin backed away, and when she focused on the militiamen, she ran out of the woods.
It is safer to stay with the group, she would never dare to attack herself in the crowd!
This forest also grows very strangely. The dense weeds are almost knee-high, and there are vines underneath, and if you are not careful, you will trip over. Stumbled all the way out of the woods, Levin looked ahead and wanted to join the large army, but the scene in front of him made him stunned.
The militiamen whose effects have not yet expired are retreating... No, they should be said to be fleeing. Those who ran slowly, or those who had not yet reacted, were crushed to the ground and ruthlessly trampled by those who came after. When charging, it was like a galloping horse, and it was the same when running away. The surging crowd stirred up the dust in the sky, and he did not dare to step forward to stop it.
In the end what happened? Levin was stunned in disbelief, how could 1,500 people be completely defeated in such a short period of time? This is still on the pill! Are all the prince's subordinates monsters
At this moment, the sound of stepping on the weeds came from behind him. He gritted his teeth and stabbed his sword behind him to the point of life and death. This fast sword was a bit faster than before, like a flash of lightning, welcoming him. It is a dazzling fire. The body of the sword was smashed to pieces by something, sparks scattered, and then there was a tingling pain in the right hand holding the sword, and the touch of the fingertips disappeared instantly.
When his eyes moved to his arm, Levin realized that half of his arm was missing, and the red and white muscles and bones were exposed, like a blooming snake grass flower. The woman in white walked towards him with an expressionless face, and he couldn't help but take two steps back before being tripped to the ground.
The witch put one foot on his shoulder, and the cold weapon pressed against his forehead. From this angle, Levin saw the face of the other party hidden under the hood.
so beautiful.
This was his last thought before the gunshot. (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)