Chapter 146: Broken Setting Sun

"Raise the gun, shoot!"

On the hillside, there were many white metal shields. With an order, the dense gun barrels came out from behind the shields and opened fire.

Short blazing fires sounded one after another, and the metal projectiles swept through the atmosphere, instantly shattering the enemy's armor, breaking the flesh, and blood flowers splashed and bloomed.

The soldiers in front of the Canghong Empire fell down, but they quickly filled it up.

"Quick, quick, quick! Charge while the opponent is loading!"

The Imperial soldiers under the hillside also began to trot, charging upwards.

After confronting Crancia many times, the Empire naturally realized the good and convenient features of muskets. Although there was not enough output for a while, they also concluded some general regulations to deal with musket shooting.

Melee combat, night combat, rain, bombardment, and bow shooting are all ways to deal with musket shooting.

In the current era, the rate of fire of bows and arrows is far better than that of muskets, but the lack of the number of archers limits their long-range firepower. (The appearance of the burst rifle is a matter of the development of firearms to the later stage)

Under the undulating hillsides, soldiers dressed in iron-gray armor and helmets with black and red feathers surged up like a tide.

Facing the afternoon sun, the raised gun blade refracts bursts of flashes, forming a sea of ​​fine fragments, dry grass clippings are constantly lifted with the pace, and the air is full of tension.

Pull the bolt, put in ammo, reload, close again, raise the barrel, aim, fire.

boom!

With the shock of the gun stock on the shoulder, there was a sharp sound, and blood splattered on an enemy not far away, and then struggled to kneel down.

But after it fell, there were still dark figures behind them, and they charged up again clamoring for it.

After three rounds of shooting, the soldiers of the Crimson Empire and Crancia went head-to-head.

The front rows of both sides held large steel shields, and spears were mounted behind the shields like hedgehogs, sprinting forward. With the infusion of magic power, sharp brilliance flashed on the blade.

In the end, the two sides collided with each other like trains, the front row pierced each other, blood splashed, and thousands of lives died here in an instant. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers in the rear came up and began to approach the battle.

Looking at the fierce and brutal battle on the hillside from a distance, hundreds of nobles wearing crimson trench coats floated behind the imperial camp, and what allowed them to fly was the wings woven by the blood-colored magic behind them.

These nobles of the Crimson Empire had strengths ranging from 4 to 5 in the Demon Sequence. Relying on these bright red magical wings, they could flexibly enter the battlefield and cut into the back row. Whether it was raiding, blocking, or escaping, they could easily do it.

Seeing these blood-winged nobles appearing behind the opponent, a pair of snow-white wings also unfolded behind Crancia, and nearly a hundred angel sequence superhumans from Sanctuary or Sage Academy also lifted into the air.

Although they are not as numerous as the other party, and their combat effectiveness is not as good as the other party's, they can at least curb the other party's attack a little and reduce their own casualties.

"It's really pleasant." Looking at the white feather priests and healers, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Panside's mouth.

He opened his right hand, and blood-colored magic power emerged from the air, constantly gathering his palms to form a twisted sphere.

Demon Blood Kuva Strangulation!

As if a signal, the nobles in red also threw the blood-colored magic balls in their hands and smashed them towards the opposite position.

In mid-air, a layer of light golden light curtain rose up, offsetting nearly half of the blood cells, but they were quickly corroded and dissipated, some blood cells exploded below, and the dark red blood pierced in all directions, if anyone was scratched , injected into the body, it will immediately be highly poisonous.

Seeing that many soldiers vomited blood, their bodies twitched and collapsed, and Albert frowned.

"The Holy White Shield, unfold!" He shouted loudly, and then the large shield with a golden edge on a white background in his hand bloomed with brilliance.

After hearing the order, the 600 shield guards beside him also raised their shields, operated the super core, and jointly cast spells.

The golden streamer overflowed between the shields, and then layers of pale golden shields formed in the air. The shields were like the superposition of transparent shield outlines, isolating the subsequent blood-colored magic bullets.

"Hehe, even you, Albert, how long can you hold on?"

Panside watched the scene in front of him, fluttering his wings and surging into the sky, and then hundreds of nobles in red also followed the earl.

Like birds of prey swooping, these scarlet figures crossed a long arc in the air, avoiding the firing of the ground muskets, and going directly behind the flanks of the army formation.

Facing the musket troops loaded at the rear, these nobles armed with blood-colored long swords slashed recklessly and easily, bringing blood flowers.

"You all have to die!"

Seeing those comrades die tragically on the spot, a soldier's eyes were split open. He raised the musket in his hand and charged forward, pulling the trigger only a few meters away from the enemy.

Although such a move caused a small blood flower to appear on the enemy, he also paid the price with his life.

The long and narrow blood sword swept away, and then an unwilling head flew up. The red-clothed nobles of nearly 300 people began to slaughter these low-level soldiers like no one else.

A priest in white wings rushed over immediately, and they began to wield white flame lightsabers to fight against these enemies, but because the number was far inferior to the enemy, they could only be used to contain them.

The white flame and the red sword complemented each other, and people fell from the sky from time to time, and blood was sprinkled on the spot.

See the white

The shield-lined hillside was surrounded by the black and red tide, and when it gradually dissipated and was submerged, a strange song sounded in the sky.

The voice is slightly hoarse, but quiet and sacred.

With the sound of this song, an invisible breeze seemed to blow on the battlefield, the magic power of the demon sequence was greatly suppressed, and the air began to overflow with pure white magic light sand.

"The other side of the mountain!" The screaming voice sounded on the ground.

Panside turned to look, hundreds of nuns in gray clothes appeared on the hillside in the distance. The nuns all wore uniform shawl robes with hoods and grey cloths over their eyes.

They prayed and sang in unison, and the wind of light blew toward the earth.

"The grey-clothed nun of the Sanctuary!"

Seeing these reinforcements appear, Panside let out a low voice, and then led the red-clothed nobles behind him to fly over there.

If these nuns are allowed to continue to sing hymns and perform domain techniques, the extraordinary strength of the empire will be greatly suppressed, and the other party can greatly increase the strength of the holy shield, and also allow those white priests. Rescue a large number of wounded.

The golden-red long sword was drawn from his waist, and there was a metal rose flower ornament on his gauntlet. Panside held the blood-colored rose sword from the family, and a sense of glorious mission emerged in his heart.

This is one of the 27 Scarlet Rose Swords that Yalin, the founding king, gave his vassals, and he was also one of the 27 pure-blood nobles. Now he wants to restore the glory of his ancestors and inscribe his name on the coat of arms of merit.

The noble genius of Demon Sequence 6 jumped up, his figure was like red lightning, and he instantly slashed at the group of gray nuns.

clang!

It's a pity that today's he doesn't seem to be as lucky as his ancestors. Two special long sword grids blocked the red and engraved sword body.

These two swords did not have a sharp edge, they were like long rulers, and there were still nicks on them, blocking the sharp and dangerous blades.

"You are!?" Looking at the blindfolded nun who suddenly stopped him, he looked surprised.

But the other party did not answer, and then the two iron-gray long swords intertwined, easily piercing his body, making him kneel on the ground weakly.

The blood-colored wings behind him gradually dissipated, and blood continued to pour out along the wound. It was the gift of the angel, and the wound that the devil couldn't heal by itself, let all the warmth slowly drain along it.

Panside couldn't understand why he suddenly failed, and his consciousness was gradually blurring at this moment. The tearing and gunfire in his ears seemed to be a distant dream, and the world was gradually dead and cold.

So this is death, he slowly closed his eyes and fell under the plain long skirt of gray linen.

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Fengxiao Province, the central battlefield.

The battle was in full swing, the air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and the ground was littered with fallen corpses and craters.

Crancia's line retreated again and again, and seemed to have reached the brink of final shattering, but the battle would not end there.

Seeing that the black and red tide was about to break the line of the white gold star, the reinforcements finally arrived.

One after another pure white flags appeared in the sky, accompanied by the sound of struggling horses' hoofs, the young lives came from the distant sky.

These plain-armored cavalrymen, holding long spears, kept urging the horses under them to rush towards the battlefield under the sunset.

They were reserve soldiers from all counties in the interior of Crancia. Although it was too late to get all the equipment for a while, time was waiting for no one. Now they are about to set foot on the battlefield of death and defend this beloved country with their lives and blood.

Nearly 300,000 lances pointed to the sky, rushing toward this rotten battlefield along with billowing smoke.

Since the start of the war, Crancia has continuously recruited reserve soldiers, and military education has been launched in countless places. All young people must receive local military training and be prepared for war at all times.

And now that the first batch of reservists has finally finished training, they have gathered from all over the world, gathered in Solander, and then arrived on the battlefield today.

The strong wind whistled, the billowing dust was flying in the sound of horses' hooves, and the smell of dust and gunpowder was in the mouth and nose, but at this moment, my heart was beating like a blazing sun.

Once upon a time, they lived in a deadly gray world, and the hard and difficult days are still unforgettable.

Dry brown bread with sand, labor in the sun, skinny fathers, brothers and sisters starved to death in his arms, unjust laws, ruthless mockery and contempt, tiny houses that don't shelter from the wind and rain.

It seems that there is no hope in the world, and there is no clue where the future will lead.

On that day, a light passed through the dark clouds and shone into this world, bringing him warmth and hope.

Since then, he has held this banner high and vowed to defend everything about it until the end of life and the end of the world.

Now, it's time to deliver on that promise.

"Crancia, long live!"

A long spear was dropped from the air, standing in front of the horse, and charged towards the black and red world with an indomitable momentum.

The wind howled, and the setting sun was like blood.

Accompanied by the charge that accelerated to the extreme, the young cavalrymen rushed to the enemy line fearlessly, tearing it apart, and as the blood blossoms bloomed, young and fiery beings.

Courage is not being without fear, but knowing that, but still choosing to move forward.

"You will advance like a chariot until you die. 』