Chapter 222 Fierce Battle Between Land Laborers

Although the believer was not allowed to shout, he still made some noises.

With his bloody hands, Artis groped for the believer's waist, trying to get his musket, but he couldn't find it.

He looked around and saw the musket placed on the shelf. He felt lucky. If the musket had been on the believer, he might have died just now.

He immediately reached out to pick up the musket on the shelf, and then he calmed down a little. At least he had the ability to fight back when facing the believers outside.

After trying this, he was sure that these believers were not ordinary people and were extremely powerful. If they were to fight head-on in close combat, he would probably be no match for them.

"It's been a while, but I still haven't noticed it. It seems I haven't noticed it."

Artis breathed a sigh of relief. Although the believer didn't shout out, there was still some movement, which was likely to be noticed by other believers.

Perhaps because of low vigilance, no believers came in to check.

He fumbled and took off the black uniform of the dead believer on the bed, put it on himself, and put on the hood to cover his face. His body shape was much different from that of the believer.

But that's not important.

He couldn't care less, so he picked up the key hanging on the wall and walked out of the lounge door gracefully.

The key can only open the cell in this corridor, but it is enough.

Artis walked along the corridor and used the key to open the iron doors one by one, leaving them ajar.

The prisoners in the cell were stunned, and more importantly, the other believers had not noticed it at the first time.

One of the muscular men gestured, smiled slightly, and took everything that happened in his eyes.

Some people looked excited. They had been greeted and knew that this was an opportunity to escape from prison.

The door was opened, and the prisoners inside also stayed in place motionless with a tacit understanding, maintaining their original appearance, as if nothing happened.

Arriving in front of Angelson's cell, Artis was about to use the key to open the iron door of the cell when he felt footsteps coming from behind.

"What are you doing!"

A question came from behind him. A believer stood behind him, holding the musket on his waist with one hand.

"What?"

Artis turned around slowly, making a confused sound, but he had already raised the musket in his hand, pointed it at the believer in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Firelight sputtered in the darkness, and gunshots resounded throughout the dungeon.

The shot hit, but it was deflected. He originally wanted to hit the opponent's head, but because he had rarely used this kind of musket, there was a big deviation. Fortunately, he still hit the opponent's body.

Under the impact of the bullet, the believer fell backwards, but the shot was not fatal, so he raised the gun with his backhand to fight back.

But before he could shoot, he was thrown to the ground by believers who rushed out of the cell next to him and took away the musket in his hand.

Angelson stood up, pressed against the iron door and shouted outside: "This is your chance to escape, fight back! *** this beast!"

For a moment, the dungeon became a mess, and all the prisoners in the previously opened cells rushed out and rushed towards the believers.

Although this kind of musket is powerful, it requires manual reloading every time it is fired. There are so many prisoners released that even if some are killed by muskets, there are still many remaining.

Gunfire continued, accompanied by roars and screams, as personnel from both sides fought together.

Artis released the two Angelsons.

"Give me the key and I'll open the door!" the long-haired man shouted angrily. At this moment, he didn't look like a patient at all.

The long-haired man took the key and distributed it to others.

Angison stared at the believers at the end of the corridor and said with murderous intent:

"We must kill them until we take away the muskets in their hands, otherwise we will not be able to rush out at all."

Artis took a deep breath,

He looked at the musket in his hand and said, "I don't know how to reload this thing."

Yes, he had never really used a musket, and even the shot that hit the believer just now had an element of blindness.

According to the laws of the empire, civilians are prohibited from possessing new weapons such as muskets. This is a serious crime and will be punished by hanging.

Only soldiers and nobles can use it.

Angelson glanced at him, then grabbed the musket from Artis's hand, reloaded it, and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor.

From a distance of about fifty meters, he killed a believer who was reloading a musket with one shot.

"this……"

Artis opened his eyes wide with a look of surprise, knowing that this was too far away. Being able to hit everyone with a musket ten meters away was already considered a great marksmanship. No matter how far it was, the musket would not have such high accuracy.

So how did Angelson hit it?

He was sure that this was definitely not a trick.

There was a sudden gunshot, and one person on their side suddenly died, and other believers were also shocked.

There were more than a dozen corpses of prisoners on the ground, blocking the passage of the corridor. Some were killed by muskets, while others had their heads chopped off.

These believers have extremely high combat effectiveness. Not only are they powerful, but their marksmanship is also very good. They can hardly shoot empty-handed when shooting from a distance of ten meters. Even when facing prisoners several times their size, they do not have the slightest fear. Even before No one died.

Angelson immediately changed his ammunition after firing one shot. He still had six bullets left, which was enough to kill these believers.

This seems to be his natural ability. He is an extremely accurate shooter and was a member of the navy earlier.

The believers immediately noticed Angelson's presence and started shooting at him. However, after shooting, they realized that the distance was too far and they could hardly hit him.

The bullets ricocheted off the walls around Anderson, causing sparks but leaving no trace.

Wary of Angelson's bullets, the believer standing at the front was distracted and knocked to the ground.

Another shot.

However, he missed this time. The believers were consciously avoiding Angelson's bullets.

Angelson also calmed down and continued to reload. Now they had the advantage in this situation, and at the same time, a steady stream of prisoners were being released from the cells.

On the other side, several lone believers fell to the ground under siege by prisoners and were stripped of their equipment.

Angelson fired another shot, killing a believer standing at the back. At this time, he did not move forward, but subconsciously looked back.

Reinforcements from the Black Rope Cult rushed over from the exit.

He turned around and ran in that direction, knowing that he couldn't let these people get down easily, otherwise they would be trapped inside and outside, and the good situation would be ruined.