All charge!Almost at the same time, Lehman's voice yelled.
Levin stared at Lehmanjos who fell from his horse in a daze. The back half of his head completely exploded, revealing a red and white sticky paste.
The broken helmet fell to one side, and the top of the bowl had a hole that was as big as a bowl, which seemed to have no protection.
Just go to Ah, give it to me!Then Levin's voice also sounded.
No, I didn't say anything at all!Levin covered his mouth and looked behind him. The militia could not wait to swallow the pills and began to run, as if a wall of people was rushing towards him.
It was the witch, he realized that the witch mimicked his voice.
Don't rush, stop!He shouted.
However, the sound was like a tiny splash in the surging crowd. Some people stopped when they heard his orders, but more people continued to charge forward.
Quickly, rush quickly, break through the enemy's defense line in the middle, let you plunder the town!Not only his voice, but the voices of Dorn and other knights sounded at the same time, but this sound overshadowed all the noise, as if he was roaring directly in his ears.
There were also bursts of crying in the team, as if cooperating with this order. Everyone shouted slogans of plunder one after another. I don’t know who started it, but it soon resounded throughout the team.
The situation was completely out of control, and no matter how much Lewen shouted, he was drowned in the excited roars of everyone.
He had to control the horses with all his strength in order to avoid being taken away by the torrent. The militiamen were like they had lost their minds and rushed towards the center of the avenue.
No, no, they are not rational at all, especially when someone is guided, they will enter a state of extreme excitement after taking the medicine, and any killing will stimulate them to go further.
At first, there were people who avoided Lehman who was lying on the ground, but later everyone stepped on his body directly.
Levin wanted to find Dorn and others, but found that they had been dispersed by the crowd. As a last resort, he had to follow the direction of the team and gradually leaned towards the woods. If he suddenly hit the horse horizontally, he might be knocked down by a militia whose strength had increased several times. At that time, it would be difficult to get up again.
After leaving the team, Lewen looked around, trying to find the witch who created chaos to tear it out.In his opinion, this is definitely a witch's conspiracy!
One thousand,500 people who had taken the pill rushed towards the town's defense line, which was also a fatal assault for the prince. Even if the opponent's new weapons were numerous, they could not withstand so many people, and the final result would definitely not be much better.
When both sides suffer losses, it is obviously the situation that the witch has seen, so she caused trouble and induces the army to advance without authorization.
The witch who killed Lehman and created chaos should not be the same. He looked at the few militias around him. They were all standing in front of the team, witnessing Lehman falling down and the group of people who heard him shouting for a stop order. However, compared with the huge army, less than thirty gradually approached. One of them should be hiding their bodies, and the other one simulated their voices.A witch cannot have two abilities. To find the latter, I want to tear her throat with my own hands!
……
From the shooting window, Brian could see the enemy getting closer and closer, and gunfire was already sounding from the bunker in front.
The position of his guard was in the middle of the diamond shape, and he had to wait until the enemy passed the purple marker beside the road before firing. This waiting made him anxious.
Walking to the other window, Brian looked back, white smoke kept rising from the artillery positions, and loud noises rolled past like thunder.
They were the first to get busy, with the range of the twelve-pound guns covering almost the entire battlefield. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of shells whistling through the air.
Oh my God, they run so fast!
Look at that guy, his hand was cut off by the shell and was still running forward.
Your Highness is right, is this still considered a human?It's like an evil beast.
Since the First Army was told during the mobilization before the war that the enemies were all lunatics who had taken the church's madness pills, the other party's charge against the rain of bullets not only did not scare everyone, but instead they made the fighting spirit full of fighting spirit. After all, the First Army grew up against the evil beasts.
Captain, they are coming soon!Someone reminded.
Brian hurriedly returned to his position and put the rifle out of the window to the flintlock rifle that needed to be loaded once for one shot. His highness had a qualitative improvement in the new weapons he issued. He could finish five bullets in one breath, throw the bullet nest to the recruits behind, and then fire the five complete shots. At this time, the recruits should have loaded the bullets as well.
However, His Highness once emphasized during training that firepower can be suppressed in this way only when the enemy approaches one hundred to fifty meters.
The accuracy should be improved as much as possible when shooting from a long distance, because the bullet production of revolver rifles is very troublesome and everyone has limited rations.
Brian agreed deeply, the copper shells that loaded the gunpowder were thin in front and thick in the back, and almost every one was the same.
The blacksmith would never be able to make such exquisite things, he knew that this must have been made by a witch.
Usually, everyone would collect the bullet shells and hand them over to the iron axe. After shooting training, there must be reassembly practice.
A group of people sat around the center of the camp, stuffing the base fire, gunpowder and warhead into the distributed shells in turn according to the operating specifications, and assembled into new bullets.
Therefore, he was reluctant to waste ammunition on targets that were difficult to hit.
Brian took a deep breath as the enemy crossed the purple marker and shot freely!
The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they couldn't wait to pull the trigger at the target. For a moment, the bunker was filled with gunfire.
The enemy who first crossed the line of fire was hit by bullets staggered on both sides, and blood came out of his waist, staggered two steps before falling to the ground.
Obviously they can bear more pain than ordinary people, but they still do nothing when facing large-caliber bullet shooting.
Brian noticed that several people jumped onto the top of the front bunker and wanted to sneak attack the soldiers fighting from behind, but a thick iron gate blocked them.
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 enemies who attempt to surround their backs will be strangled by the firepower of the bunkers in the rear.
Be careful, throw a spear!Suddenly someone shouted.
Brian saw a dense black shadow rushing out from the center of the enemy's large forces, and after crossing the highest point in the air, he fell towards the bunkers on both sides.
This distance is probably two or three hundred meters!
He subconsciously shrank his head into the pit, and only heard a series of crackling sounds above his head.
After this wave of attacks, he stood up and found that no short spear had been thrown into the castle.
The situation in the bunker ahead was similar, with only a few short spears stuck on the wall, like lonely feathers.
It looks quite scary, it's useless, everyone laughed.
At this moment, Brian saw an enemy approaching the bunker he was in in a series of splashing dust, bent down, throwing the short spear in his hand flat. The moment the weapon was out of hand, he was also knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.
Lower your head!Before his warning was over, the spear hit the shooting window and pierced straight into a shooter's chest, who groaned and fell to the ground.
Levin stared at Lehmanjos who fell from his horse in a daze. The back half of his head completely exploded, revealing a red and white sticky paste.
The broken helmet fell to one side, and the top of the bowl had a hole that was as big as a bowl, which seemed to have no protection.
Just go to Ah, give it to me!Then Levin's voice also sounded.
No, I didn't say anything at all!Levin covered his mouth and looked behind him. The militia could not wait to swallow the pills and began to run, as if a wall of people was rushing towards him.
It was the witch, he realized that the witch mimicked his voice.
Don't rush, stop!He shouted.
However, the sound was like a tiny splash in the surging crowd. Some people stopped when they heard his orders, but more people continued to charge forward.
Quickly, rush quickly, break through the enemy's defense line in the middle, let you plunder the town!Not only his voice, but the voices of Dorn and other knights sounded at the same time, but this sound overshadowed all the noise, as if he was roaring directly in his ears.
There were also bursts of crying in the team, as if cooperating with this order. Everyone shouted slogans of plunder one after another. I don’t know who started it, but it soon resounded throughout the team.
The situation was completely out of control, and no matter how much Lewen shouted, he was drowned in the excited roars of everyone.
He had to control the horses with all his strength in order to avoid being taken away by the torrent. The militiamen were like they had lost their minds and rushed towards the center of the avenue.
No, no, they are not rational at all, especially when someone is guided, they will enter a state of extreme excitement after taking the medicine, and any killing will stimulate them to go further.
At first, there were people who avoided Lehman who was lying on the ground, but later everyone stepped on his body directly.
Levin wanted to find Dorn and others, but found that they had been dispersed by the crowd. As a last resort, he had to follow the direction of the team and gradually leaned towards the woods. If he suddenly hit the horse horizontally, he might be knocked down by a militia whose strength had increased several times. At that time, it would be difficult to get up again.
After leaving the team, Lewen looked around, trying to find the witch who created chaos to tear it out.In his opinion, this is definitely a witch's conspiracy!
One thousand,500 people who had taken the pill rushed towards the town's defense line, which was also a fatal assault for the prince. Even if the opponent's new weapons were numerous, they could not withstand so many people, and the final result would definitely not be much better.
When both sides suffer losses, it is obviously the situation that the witch has seen, so she caused trouble and induces the army to advance without authorization.
The witch who killed Lehman and created chaos should not be the same. He looked at the few militias around him. They were all standing in front of the team, witnessing Lehman falling down and the group of people who heard him shouting for a stop order. However, compared with the huge army, less than thirty gradually approached. One of them should be hiding their bodies, and the other one simulated their voices.A witch cannot have two abilities. To find the latter, I want to tear her throat with my own hands!
……
From the shooting window, Brian could see the enemy getting closer and closer, and gunfire was already sounding from the bunker in front.
The position of his guard was in the middle of the diamond shape, and he had to wait until the enemy passed the purple marker beside the road before firing. This waiting made him anxious.
Walking to the other window, Brian looked back, white smoke kept rising from the artillery positions, and loud noises rolled past like thunder.
They were the first to get busy, with the range of the twelve-pound guns covering almost the entire battlefield. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of shells whistling through the air.
Oh my God, they run so fast!
Look at that guy, his hand was cut off by the shell and was still running forward.
Your Highness is right, is this still considered a human?It's like an evil beast.
Since the First Army was told during the mobilization before the war that the enemies were all lunatics who had taken the church's madness pills, the other party's charge against the rain of bullets not only did not scare everyone, but instead they made the fighting spirit full of fighting spirit. After all, the First Army grew up against the evil beasts.
Captain, they are coming soon!Someone reminded.
Brian hurriedly returned to his position and put the rifle out of the window to the flintlock rifle that needed to be loaded once for one shot. His highness had a qualitative improvement in the new weapons he issued. He could finish five bullets in one breath, throw the bullet nest to the recruits behind, and then fire the five complete shots. At this time, the recruits should have loaded the bullets as well.
However, His Highness once emphasized during training that firepower can be suppressed in this way only when the enemy approaches one hundred to fifty meters.
The accuracy should be improved as much as possible when shooting from a long distance, because the bullet production of revolver rifles is very troublesome and everyone has limited rations.
Brian agreed deeply, the copper shells that loaded the gunpowder were thin in front and thick in the back, and almost every one was the same.
The blacksmith would never be able to make such exquisite things, he knew that this must have been made by a witch.
Usually, everyone would collect the bullet shells and hand them over to the iron axe. After shooting training, there must be reassembly practice.
A group of people sat around the center of the camp, stuffing the base fire, gunpowder and warhead into the distributed shells in turn according to the operating specifications, and assembled into new bullets.
Therefore, he was reluctant to waste ammunition on targets that were difficult to hit.
Brian took a deep breath as the enemy crossed the purple marker and shot freely!
The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they couldn't wait to pull the trigger at the target. For a moment, the bunker was filled with gunfire.
The enemy who first crossed the line of fire was hit by bullets staggered on both sides, and blood came out of his waist, staggered two steps before falling to the ground.
Obviously they can bear more pain than ordinary people, but they still do nothing when facing large-caliber bullet shooting.
Brian noticed that several people jumped onto the top of the front bunker and wanted to sneak attack the soldiers fighting from behind, but a thick iron gate blocked them.
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 enemies who attempt to surround their backs will be strangled by the firepower of the bunkers in the rear.
Be careful, throw a spear!Suddenly someone shouted.
Brian saw a dense black shadow rushing out from the center of the enemy's large forces, and after crossing the highest point in the air, he fell towards the bunkers on both sides.
This distance is probably two or three hundred meters!
He subconsciously shrank his head into the pit, and only heard a series of crackling sounds above his head.
After this wave of attacks, he stood up and found that no short spear had been thrown into the castle.
The situation in the bunker ahead was similar, with only a few short spears stuck on the wall, like lonely feathers.
It looks quite scary, it's useless, everyone laughed.
At this moment, Brian saw an enemy approaching the bunker he was in in a series of splashing dust, bent down, throwing the short spear in his hand flat. The moment the weapon was out of hand, he was also knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.
Lower your head!Before his warning was over, the spear hit the shooting window and pierced straight into a shooter's chest, who groaned and fell to the ground.
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