Chapter 314 Magic Shooting
The imperial soldier looked at the wall built of mud not far away. Soldiers in white clothes were working on the wall, and a large number of chevaux de frise were piled up on the ground in a meaningless manner.
He opened the gun chamber and took out a fiery red index finger-sized short crystal from his waist.
The great innovation of the empire can transform elemental crystals into crystallized bullets full of different elements through the hands of magicians. Crystallized bullets can switch freely between multiple elements according to the control of the manufacturer, and rifles of different elements use different types of special crystallized ammunition.
The imperial soldier glanced at the platinum flag fluttering behind him as he moved, and his eyes fell on the elf supervisor behind him.
These lingering elves.
Push the crystallized bullet into the gun chamber from below and close it. The imperial soldier bit open the paper bag on his waist and poured it into the gun chamber. The fiery red crystal powder in the paper bag is the catalyst used to completely activate the crystallized ammunition.
Raise the gun.
The crystallized bullet will release energy the moment the imperial soldier pulls the trigger, and the gathered energy beam will penetrate the entire gun body and converge at the muzzle.
What is fired from the barrel is not the lead bullet or other metal bullet of an ordinary gun, but a stream of light, an arcane shot wrapped with boiling magic elements.
The range is 200 meters. After reaching the limit distance, the energy that restrains the magic elements will be unbalanced and broken.
The power of a single shot is not great. It converts its own power and penetration into magic/elemental damage, but each magic rifle array has 100 people.
This is a real single-soldier magic weapon, which can be used by soldiers without spellcasting ability. It has a loading speed and weapon power that exceeds that of contemporary guns-and extremely high accuracy.
The production of this kind of ammunition must be participated in by magicians. Without magicians, they cannot get this kind of ammunition supply. The ammunition used by everyone is produced by magicians three days before the battle.
The imperial soldier raised his head and thought of the elves standing behind him, and the human wizards who were in cahoots with the elves.
Maybe this is not a shortcoming at all.
But what does it have to do with him? He joined the army for money and to have a better position.
After the spellcasters harvested other worlds, the residues that fell from their fingers were enough for him to have a good meal... What danger could there be in dealing with these backward humans who didn't even have guns.
The imperial soldier heard a low roar from the officer in the team behind him.
"Fire--"
He pulled the trigger in his hand.
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"Get down!"
The veteran stretched out his only arm that could move and grabbed the recruit's body, dragging him down from the city wall.
It was like a full-scale performance with tracer bullets, but no one on the battlefield would think it was a performance.
"Then... is that the enemy we are facing?"
The recruit gritted his teeth, and his legs and feet had begun to lose control.
A bright red stream of light drew a perfect arc from above their heads, bursting in the air, and sparks fell into the pile of firewood next to them.
Then, red light fell like rain.
The rain of fire was mixed with thicker purple arcane projectiles, which were aimed directly at the heavy crossbow mounted on the platform. The corrosive light bullets brushed past the crossbow, taking away part of its wooden structure.
Most of the wooden buildings near the temporary city wall in the camp were ignited by this sudden rain of fire, and only some buildings that had already been covered with mud survived.
The already chaotic camp became even more chaotic in this rain of fire. The recruit looked around and found that his colleagues could not even organize a decent line of defense.
"Throw away your sword, it's meaningless."
The veteran looked at the rune sword hanging on the waist of the recruit, and the slightly worn blade still shone in the sun, and sighed.
"Carrying this thing will only increase the weight when you escape later..."
The veteran was halfway through his words when a crisp fall that everyone could hear was heard.
"Dare to escape! Military punishment!"
A knight rode a horse and blocked the crowd. He waved his sword and killed several militiamen who wanted to lead the escape when they saw the situation was not good, and used the blood of the escapees to warn all the militiamen who wanted to escape.
"Everyone, put out the fire. As long as we hold on until night, they will not attack again!"
The recruits looked at the team that came with the knights, and suddenly a little hope rose in their hearts.
There were not only the wounded soldiers and the defeated generals in the camp, but also the knights and magicians recruited from various cities...
The knights and magicians just didn't want to go to the battlefield, but now the battle line has been pushed to the front of the camp where they are stationed. They can't just ignore it - if they cross this camp, the enemy can drive straight into their hinterland.
In their chaotic window, the second round of fire rain strikes passed over the city wall in an arc.
The militiamen who were unfortunately splashed by the weak fireballs would instantly have a large area of burn wounds the size of a fist, and the cloth and flesh would melt together, making people roll in pain.
The militiamen quickly realized that the best option was to hide behind buildings that would not be ignited. It was difficult for the rain of fire to burn through thick, non-flammable materials.
The will of the camp soldiers to resist began to waver when the green monsters in the enemy camp walked out of the infantry line, and slid into the valley when the green monsters launched a charge.
When they realized that their temporary team of militiamen and wounded soldiers was just consumables for the rear guard, they completely collapsed.
The tamed trolls put on heavy armor made by humans for them, and their charge was like a fast-moving car, knocking down the city wall. The only remaining siege crossbows could penetrate the troll armor and skin, but they could not stop their charge.
The mud wall was washed away, and the trolls in heavy armor began to swing the giant hammers of different materials in their hands in the crowd. The human bodies that were knocked flying rolled and fell in the air like pieces of rags, and they were dead after falling to the ground.
There were many experienced archers and crossbowmen among the wounded. With the help of accurate shooting, they repelled the first wave of trolls' charge. They knew that their bodies could no longer tolerate their escape, and they could only fight to the death in the camp to exchange for life.
The night had arrived for an hour, and they fought in the night.
The night only slightly delayed the enemy's offensive.
The militia, who had nowhere to retreat, engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand fight with the monsters... and their own kind in the densely packed buildings.
The camp resisted the enemy's attack for two hours, which was beyond the attackers' expectations.
The new recruit tried his best to hide the old soldier, hiding him in the firewood pile to block his figure. He thought that as long as he hid himself, he could secretly change into the enemy's clothes and run away with the old soldier.
The old soldier's right leg was injured by a stone, and it was difficult for him to walk, let alone escape.
They had already hidden at the edge of the battlefield, just one step away.
The attackers had already searched here.
A crisp and chilling voice sounded behind the new recruit, and he turned around with difficulty.
"Oh, I didn't expect there were survivors here."
The high elf raised his handsome face and looked at the young white-clothed soldier who wanted to hide something in the corner, his eyes fell on the rune sword hanging on his waist.
"It's really interesting."