"Prepare! Stab!"
Fanner stabbed the long spear in his hand with force, and then his hands shook violently, and the gun barrel made a cracking sound. A wolf breed was on the head of the gun, its hair was fluffy, its blood-red eyes stared like copper bells, and two rows of fangs were exposed from its open mouth, the largest of which was close to its thumb. It was the first time he had come into contact with an evil beast at such a close distance.
Fanner's mind was blank, almost according to the instinct accumulated in the training, he subconsciously clenched the gun barrel and continued to push forward. The time for a breath seemed to be extremely long. He saw that the gun barrel was bent to the limit, and the tip of the gun sank deep into the belly of the evil beast. He even thought that the sharp claws would tear his cheeks apart in the next moment.
With a "snack", the gun barrel couldn't bear the force of the wolf, and finally broke into two pieces. It was this crisp sound that made the flow of time return to normal, and the opponent fell down, just like when it came - its claws fell on the parapet, scraping a series of debris, carrying the half of the gun barrel, along the city wall heavily. smashed to the ground.
"The musket team, reloaded!"
"Free Fire!"
Fanner immediately stretched out two gun barrels by his side. He quickly took a half step back and raised his head to avoid gunpowder chips and gas from rushing into his eyes. As for the ears, he can't take care of them anymore.
The musket was fired quickly, and Fanner approached the parapet again, and found that a group of various evil beasts had fallen at the bottom of the wall. Someone next to him poked him, and he turned his head to see his roommate grinning triumphantly at him.
It's only been a little over a week since I touched the gun, what's there to be proud of. Fanner glared back and moved his gaze back to the battlefield. When His Royal Highness's artillery team comes in handy, you will realize that the iron pipe in your hand is nothing more than a crutch.
"Commander, your gun, then." Catpaw handed a new wooden gun, "These evil beasts have gone mad? It's been two or three hours, right?"
"They're lunatics themselves," Fanner put the gun up and waited for the next wave of the enemy's attack. "What time is it now?"
"It's almost noon." Catpaw sighed, and while the hunter was not paying attention, he quickly glanced to both sides, "Where's the grapefruit peel? Where's the Rodney brothers?"
"Don't look away, do you want to be disemboweled by the wolf species?" Fanner said angrily, "They were divided into other sections of the city wall, maybe in the third group, maybe in the fourth group, then again, why did you come here? First group?"
"I'm on the bench," he smiled, "I'll come wherever I need it. An uncle was injured just now, and it's my turn to replace—"
"Prepare!" The Orion observer's voice sounded, interrupting Cat's Claw. Fanner saw a dozen or so evil beasts approaching rapidly, and now he can quickly distinguish the types of various evil beasts. There are only two wolf species in this wave, the others are wild boar species, fox species and a bear species. Not much of a threat.
"Stab!" Despite this, he obeyed the instructions and stabbed the spear with his teammates. Sure enough, this time the gun head was empty, he retracted the gun barrel, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that the wolf species had been shot down by the other members of the team. When the other slow-running evil beasts also gathered under the city, the musket team squeezed into his side again and shot down freely.
The repetition of this fixed action has continued from dawn to the present. When the first horn was blown, most people were still asleep. Fanner yawned. This time, the attack of the evil beasts was more intense than before. Usually, the attack would only last for one or two waves. Now it is still continuing, and the corpses of the evil beasts are almost piled up under the city wall. Halfway through, he was replaced by the second militia team. He ate something indiscriminately. After a short rest, he climbed the city wall again.
But unexpectedly, Fanner found himself calmer than he had imagined. Hearing the order to stab the gun to close the gun, and leave the rest to the musket team, it was exactly the same as when he practiced on weekdays. Rules and motion requirements that seemed inexplicable at first came in handy now, and were incredibly effective.
The others were similar to him. Although their hands were clenching the barrel of the gun, their expressions looked quite serious, and some of the substitutes seemed very nervous, but everyone stood up straight, and no one took a step back.
However, Fanner knew that everyone's greatest confidence did not come from day-to-day practice, but from His Royal Highness. Only after the musket team fired did Vanner sneak a glance at the watchtower in the middle of the city wall - where His Royal Highness the Prince stood.
From the sound of the horn, His Royal Highness arrived at the city wall immediately, standing on the same line of defense as everyone, and has not rested until now. Even when he was rotated to eat, His Royal Highness still stayed at the top of the watchtower, and the breakfast was served by the Chief Knight himself.
Recalling the previous lord, every year when the Demon Moon evacuated, he would leave early by boat. Next came the nobles, and finally the commoners. Those who still have money can pay a few silver wolves and leave with the boat. Those who have no money can only walk to Changsong Fortress on their own feet. Just thinking about this made him feel full of power.
That's right, they belonged to Prince Graycastle's troops, which were completely different from the patrols in Border Town before. Relying on their armor and weapons, that group of people often run amuck in the old and new districts, and foreign businessmen are also their targets of extortion. In Vanner's view, except for the two captains of the patrol team, the others were no different from hooligans. And the militia team is a powerful team, under the leadership of His Royal Highness the Prince, they can even stop the frightening evil beast from the town, and never go a step forward. In the past, only Longsong Fortress could do this.
Take a look at Yu Wan, the famous coward in the old district, who is often ridiculed by others. After joining the second militia team, now he has a long spear. There is also Fermi, who is huge, but always slows down, and the people in the old district take pleasure in teasing him. Now, his set of shooting moves is fast and ruthless, and he is more skilled than most people. Fanner knew that after other people's training, he would have to practice 100 more shots, just because His Royal Highness personally said to him, "The more inflexible the bird, the sooner it will take off, so that it can catch up with the pace of others. surpass them."
Obviously, it was only for those two eggs at the beginning, so why does it feel like I am glad that I joined the militia team? Every day is a little change, every day is a step further than yesterday. Fanner believed that not only him, but everyone felt it. He didn't know how to describe his mood. Perhaps, to sum it up, it was what His Highness often said during training—they were a team different from the times.
"Woo-woo-" The two short horn sounds lifted Fanner's spirit, which was an early warning of the emergence of mixed-species demonic beasts. He looked into the distance, and it was a mixed breed of lion head and wings, very similar to the one that broke into the city last time. This is the second one I've encountered today, he thought, but this time it's different. Besides the Musketeers, they have other helpers.
Fanner turned his head slightly, and in the corner of the light, a little girl with short blond hair was standing beside His Highness.