Chapter 200 The Hunter and the Prey

"Freckles!" someone yelled, "he's hurt!"

"Don't touch him!" Brian yelled, "I'll check his injuries, you keep shooting."

He handed the rifle to the recruit who was responsible for loading behind him, and bent over to the other side. The wounded man was quite conscious, and asked tremblingly, "Captain, will I...will I die?"

The short spear pierced into the lower part of his chest at an angle, and it was not clear whether it had pierced through it. Seeing that he was breathing smoothly, he probably didn't hurt his lungs. During the cultural class, His Royal Highness once briefly talked about the functions of various organs of the human body and the emergency measures for injuries. In such a situation, the best way he could think of was to stay still and let Miss Nana come after the battle. treat.

"Does it hurt?" Brian asked.

Freckles nodded with difficulty.

"Feeling pain means you won't die," the knight put his hand on his forehead, "You should know Miss Nana's ability, right?"

"Well," Freckles forced a smile, "everyone...want to see her, so...me, I can see her too."

"That's right, so you have to hold on."

After Blair finished speaking, he returned to the shooting window, and the recruit looked back worriedly, "Don't you need to pull out the short spear?"

"Pulling it out will easily cause a lot of bleeding. You will understand when you learn this." He paused. "What we can do now is to defeat the enemy as soon as possible."

...

Standing on the high platform, Roland could clearly see the enemies rushing towards the town like a tide.

Every time they crossed a row of bunkers, their speed would slow down a lot. By the time they passed the third row of bunkers, the enemy's flanks had been completely exposed to crossfire from the shooters.

The effect of the echo was very obvious. Although the team was stretched into a long strip, most people still ran on the avenue according to the "concentrate charge" order issued by the witch.

Crowds of people are falling every moment, and there's nothing they can do about it. Facing the fortifications that could not be destroyed by swords and spears, Timothy's militia could only endure casualties and move on.

The 300 meters behind the third row of bunkers is the artillery position within this distance, which belongs to the death zone covered by shotgun.

Lightning in the sky has changed the flag to bright red.

The shooting angles of the twenty cannons were leveled, and flames and thick smoke were sprayed forward. Roland roughly estimated that the most skillful guns could fire a shot within 20 seconds, and the shortest was about half a minute. . At first glance, it seems to be close to the rate of fire of the excellent artillery group during the American Civil War, but the latter's three rounds per minute performance is in 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 army, this is already a terrifying rate of fire. The shotgun damage to unarmored targets is particularly astonishing. Almost every iron pellet can penetrate two to three people. Although the pellets can resist pain, they cannot suppress fear. When watching the people around you 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 the living body, not to mention that they are not a strong-willed steel army. Humans are nothing more than a bunch of untrained civilians with little actual combat experience. While half of them were lying on the charge road, the enemy army began to appear as fugitives.

Fear spread like a plague, and with the first there was the second, and soon the third, and the forward line came to a complete stop and began to turn around and retreat towards the rear. The artillery team replaced the solid ammunition again and fired at the center of the road, while the musketeers in the bunker never stopped firing.

Heaps of dead bodies fell on the avenue.

...

Levin's anger gradually cooled down, and he began to feel scared.

More than 20 people discovered the chaotic witch at first. She was wearing a strange dress and almost blended with the surrounding scenery when she was lurking in the woods. The middle of the road was close together, and it was almost impossible for my own people to spot her.

Even so, she caused great trouble for Levin. He found that the voice imitated by the witch was erratic and didn't need to come out of 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 one's own accent to issue orders, or a militiaman's distressed cry for help.

But just when they were about to surround and grab each other, the woman in white appeared again.

Levin relived the shocking scene of Lehman Hawes being killed in the blink of an eye.

She holds a silver-white "light crossbow" in her hand, as long as there are sparks and loud noises, one person will fall down.

The surrounding pockets were instantly torn apart, and everyone became terrified for a moment. The armor couldn't defend against it, and the shield didn't work either. The iron-clad round shield Levin was holding was shattered in half, and the small light-leaking holes in the iron told him how amazing the opponent's weapon was. The only thing that can be compared with it is the heavy crossbow with both hands. If he hadn't lowered his head subconsciously to avoid it, he might have turned into a corpse.

But heavy crossbows cannot be fired one after another!

The ability of the white witch to appear and disappear, coupled with the terrifying weapon that does not need to be reloaded, made Levin realize that he had no chance of winning. Once this consciousness gained the upper hand, the anger quickly extinguished like a cold wind.

"Take the pill and kill her when she shows up!"

Shouting this, Levin himself backed away, and when she focused on the militiamen, she rushed out of the woods.

It is safer to stay with the big group of people, she will never dare to attack herself in the crowd!

This forest also grows very strangely, the dense weeds almost reach the knees, and the bottom is covered with vines, if you don't pay attention, you will trip over it. Stumbling all the way out of the woods, Le Wen looked ahead, wanting to join the big army, but the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

The militiamen, whose effects have not yet expired, are retreating... No, it should be said that they are fleeing. Those who ran slowly, or those who hadn't reacted yet, were squeezed to the ground and trampled mercilessly by those who came after them. He was like a galloping horse when charging, and it was the same when running away. The surging crowd stirred up dust all over the sky, and he didn't dare to step forward to stop it.

In the end what happened? Le Wen was stunned in disbelief. In such a short period of time, 1,500 people were completely defeated? And this is while taking the pill! Are the prince's subordinates all monsters?

At this moment, the sound of stepping on the weeds came from behind him. He gritted his teeth and drew his sword fiercely to stab at the moment of life and death behind him. This fast sword was faster than before, like a flash of lightning, welcoming him But it was a blinding fire. The body of the sword was shattered by something, sparks flew everywhere, 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, Le Wen realized that half of his arm was missing, and the red and white muscles and bones were exposed, like a blooming snake weed. The woman in white walked towards him expressionlessly, but he couldn't help but take two steps back, and then tripped and fell to the ground.

The witch stepped on his shoulder with a cold weapon against his forehead. From this angle, Levin saw the face hidden under the hood.

so beautiful.

It was his last thought before the gunshot. (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.)