Chapter 199 The Battle of Chaos

"All charge!" Almost at the same time, Lehman's voice shouted.

Levin stared blankly at Lehman Hoss who fell from his horse. The back half of his head was completely exploded, revealing a red and white sticky substance. The broken helmet fell to the side, with a bowl-sized hole on the top, which didn't seem to have any protective effect.

"Come on, give me all!" Then Lewen's voice sounded.

No, I didn't speak at all! Levin covered his mouth and looked behind him. The militiamen couldn't wait to swallow the pills and started running, as if a wall of people was coming towards him.

It was the witch, he realized, and the witch had mimicked his voice. "Don't rush, stop!" he yelled.

However, the sound was like small water splashes in the turbulent crowd. Some people stopped when they heard his order, but more people continued to charge forward.

"Quick, rush, break through the enemy's line of defense in the middle, the town is up to you to plunder!" Not only his voice, but also the voices of Dawn and other knights rang out at the same time, and this voice overwhelmed all the noise, as if directly It's like roaring in the ear.

There were also bursts of shouts in the team, as if they were cooperating with the order, and everyone shouted the slogan "Plunder" one after another. It is unknown who started it, but it soon resounded throughout the team. The situation was completely out of control, no matter how much Le Wen yelled, it was completely drowned out by the excited roars of the crowd. He had to control the horse with all his strength to avoid being carried away by the flood. The militiamen seemed to have lost their minds and rushed towards the center of the road.

No, no, they are irrational, 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 Lehman who was lying on the ground, but then everyone stepped on his body directly. Levin wanted to find Dawn and the others, but found that they had been dispersed by the flow of people. As a last resort, he had to follow the direction of the team and gradually approach the side of the forest. The militiamen who have been promoted several times are knocked down, and it will be difficult to get back up at that time.

After breaking away from the team, Levin looked around, trying to find out the chaotic witch and tear her corpse into pieces. In his opinion, this is definitely a witch's conspiracy!

The 1,500 people who took the pill rushed towards the town's defense line in a swarm. For the prince, it was also a deadly assault. Even if the opponent had a large number of new weapons, they couldn't support so many people, and the final result would definitely not be much better. go. When both sides are at a disadvantage, it is obviously a situation that the witch is happy to see, so she will make trouble out of it and lure the army to advance without authorization.

"The witch who killed Lehman and the witch who created the chaos should not be the same person," he said, looking at the few militiamen around him. They were all standing at the front of the line and witnessed the fall of Lehman, and the group who heard him yelling to stop People, but compared to the huge army, there are less than 30 people gradually approaching. "One person's ability should be to hide the body shape, and the other person's ability is to simulate the sound. It is impossible for a witch to have two abilities. Find the latter." Come out, I will tear her throat with my own hands!"

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From the shooting window, Bryan could see the enemy getting closer, and the bunkers in front of them had already heard gunshots.

His garrison position was in the middle of the rhombus, and he had to wait for the enemy to pass the purple marker beside the road before he could fire. This waiting made him anxious.

Walking to the window on the other side, Brian looked back. White smoke continued to rise from the artillery position, and loud noises rolled past like thunder. They were the first group to get busy. The range of the twelve-pound gun almost covered the entire battlefield. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the howling sound of the shells passing through the air.

"My God, they run so fast!"

"Look at that guy, his hand was cut off by a shell and he's still running forward."

"Your Highness is right, is this still a human? It's almost like a demonic beast."

Since the First Army was told before the battle that the enemies were all lunatics who had taken the madness pills of the church, the opponent's charge against the rain of bullets not only did not frighten everyone, but made them full of fighting spirit. After all, the First Army is It grew up in the fight against evil beasts.

"Captain, they are almost here!" Someone reminded.

Bryan hurried back to his position, and put the rifle out of the window. Compared with the original flintlock gun that needed to be reloaded once for each shot, the new weapon issued by His Highness is indeed a qualitative improvement. He can fire five rounds in one go. Bullet, throw the magazine to the recruits behind, and then finish the five spare rounds. At this time, the recruits should also have loaded the bullets.

However, His Highness once emphasized during the training that only when the enemy is approaching 100 to 50 meters, can we use this method to suppress firepower. When shooting at long distances, the accuracy should be as high as possible, because the manufacture of bullets for revolver rifles is very troublesome, and everyone has a limited ration.

Brian was convinced that the copper shells filled with gunpowder were thin at the front and thick at the back, 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 been made by a witch. Usually everyone would collect the bullet casings and hand them over to Iron Axe, and after shooting training, there must be reloading practice. A group of people sat around the center of the camp, stuffing primer, gunpowder, and warheads into the distributed shell casings in order according to the operating specifications, and assembled them into new bullets. Therefore, he was also reluctant to waste ammunition on hard-to-hit targets.

As the enemy passed the purple marker, Bryan took a deep breath, "Free fire!"

The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they couldn't wait to pull the trigger on the 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, blood sprayed from his waist, he staggered two steps and fell to the ground. Obviously they can endure more pain than ordinary people, but it is still useless when faced with high-caliber bullets.

Bryan noticed that several people jumped onto the top of the front bunker, trying to sneak up on the soldiers fighting inside from behind, but a thick iron gate blocked them out. Without hesitation, he turned his gun and shot these exposed lunatics to death one by one. The reason for the diamond-shaped layout of the bunkers is that they can cover each other, and enemies who try to turn around will be strangled by the firepower of the rear bunkers.

"Be careful, throw a spear!" Suddenly someone shouted.

Brian saw a dense black shadow rushing out from the center of the enemy's large army, passing the highest point in the air, and falling towards the bunkers on both sides.

This distance is probably two to three hundred meters away! He subconsciously drew his head closer to the pit, only to hear a series of crackling sounds above his head. Standing up after this attack, he saw that not a single lance had been thrown into the keep. The situation in the bunker ahead was similar, 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 his bunker in a series of flying dust, bowed and threw out the short spear in his hand. The moment the weapon was released, he also Knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.

"Bow your head!" He didn't even sound the warning, the spear just happened to pass through the shooting window, until it pierced into the chest of a shooter, who let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)