Roland issued an order. The signal flag held high by the army at the gap in the gray wall waved, accompanied by nervous and urgent shouts: "Artillery salvo, solid shells, distance 400."
“Fire!”
The loud noises rolled in like muffled thunder, and to Griffith's ears it was as earth-shattering as the falling stones of a siege trebuchet. He immediately thought he had been attacked by a large-scale attack spell, and almost jumped off his horse in shock.
Avoid.
However, Roland, his soldiers, and even the horses stood quietly on the spot, motionless amid the dense roar.
The black tube on the two-wheeled vehicle spewed out hot firelight and smoke, and several black iron balls could be seen flying rapidly towards the dense beast tide in the distance.
In the raging tide of beasts, it was like throwing stones into the water. Several terrifying figures were hit by iron balls and exploded. Their huge bodies overturned in the smoke and dust, and blood mist and broken limbs flew out.
The beast tide has obviously slowed down. The fallen mutant creatures are motionless, and even some smaller monsters have slowed down. However, there are still large groups of crazy mutant creatures that continue to rush towards the gap.
Roland shook his head slightly and said to the messenger on the side: "Load the shotgun, the distance is 200."
The six clarinet tubes that had just breathed out flames and death were pushed back a certain distance by the huge force. Under the officer's order, nearby soldiers swarmed forward and reset them. Griffith watched them move the barrels quickly
Pour cold water on, quickly scrub the wall of the pipe with a brush, then stuff in a small silk bag and a bag of lead shot, hold a torch and wait aside.
“Fire!”
The signal flag was waved, and the six clarinet tubes once again poured out hot flames and smoke. From Griffith's position, densely packed lead pellets the size of eggs were sprayed out from the clarinet tubes, and the approaching beast wave immediately fell into a deeper atmosphere than before.
A more terrifying force was tearing apart. Smaller lead pellets swept through the herd intensively, lifting up a swarm of severed limbs and skulls.
The surging tide of beasts was suffocated by the hammering of flames and metal, as if they had hit an insurmountable wall. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their whines and screams resounded throughout the wilderness.
The indicator flag was raised again in the militia ranks, and the soldiers began to clean and reload again.
"The thin gray-black tubes carried by the boys are called muskets, and the thick tubes on the carriage are 6-pound artillery. Our reliable comrades. There are also some reliable comrades who did not catch up with this battle," Roland turned his head and said
He said some words that Griffith didn't understand, "The musketeers will also attack later. When I give the final signal, the pikemen will attack forward. There may be powerful guys from Warcraft to break through my military formation immediately.
I have to trouble my brother to take care of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third round of artillery bombardment roared in. The dense shells smashed the tide of beasts approaching the front into a sieve.
At this time, through the flying broken limbs and the diffuse white and yellow smoke, Griffith could already clearly see the appearance of the attacking monsters. They were ugly monitor lizards, giant bears with hard hair all over, and ferocious and terrifying demon wolves.
, there are also rare and disgusting dragon flies and giant bats gliding. Those demon wolves alone are on par with the monsters that once broke through the Shutoral defense line in the Whispering Forest.
Their bodies were chaotic and twisted. They appeared on the plains against the sun, passing through the rain of pieces of flesh and blood, as if they didn't know what fear was.
“Come forward, Musketeers!”
The third round of artillery firing ended, and the three rows of soldiers in front holding muskets took three steps forward. Their queue was not dense, and even made people feel a little thin.
“Raise the gun!”
“Aim!”
Amidst the rapid beating of drums, the first row of soldiers holding muskets were already aiming at the herd of animals dozens of meters away. The weapons they held had wooden handles that could be placed on their shoulders, and the barrels were clamped with metal hooks.
Burning match rope.
Following the officer's order, the soldiers pressed the trigger under the barrel of the gun, and a neat and intensive roar was about to occur. Small lead bullets flew out from the fire and thick smoke, and shot towards the scattered beasts.
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Griffith saw the small lead bullets pierce through the mutated creatures and hard skins of the monsters with a power that even strong bows and crossbows could not match, knocking them to the ground.
The soldiers who finished the first round of shooting turned around and walked to the back row without looking at their results. The soldiers in the second row raised their muskets and fired another round in front of them.
A few rows of thin musketeers fired a volley in an orderly manner, retreated, then used an iron bar to stab a small silk bag into their weapons, and fired again. The extremely strong mutated creatures had rushed to a position less than 40 meters in front of the team, but some of them were
They were knocked down on the spot, some of them turned around and fled, and every step forward was paved with a large number of dead bodies.
Those extremely ferocious monsters were driven madly, and were knocked down one after another by small lead bullets. The corpses even piled up into a low wall in front of the musketry line.
The choking smoke lingered on the battlefield, obscuring the tragic scenes. Many soldiers could not see the scene a few meters away, and could only hear the whine of the dying monsters.
"Stop shooting, the pikemen come forward," Roland ordered the team, and then said to Griffith, "Sir Brandon, it's almost time. Please raid the formation for my pikemen."
Griffith was still in an unprecedented state of shock. This battle surpassed all his common sense and cognition. The strange weapon first defeated the energy of the beasts a few hundred meters away, beating them to pieces.
Then the militia line, which did not look very good, blocked the beasts dozens of meters away and beat them until their corpses were scattered all over the field.
Such an astonishing scene can almost traumatize people's sanity, and they can't tell whether they are in a weird dream or not.
But the world-famous paladin had already made a request, and Griffith was naturally unable to refuse. He rode up to the infantry formation, dismounted, drew his sword and walked forward.
The mutated creatures intercepted by several rounds of volleys were all in pieces, but they seemed to be driven by a certain will, and some of them still continued to charge forward without fear of death.
“Lance, come forward!”
With the order given, the musketeers retreated like a tide. The pikemen wearing breastplates leveled their spears and advanced in a smooth and straight dense formation.
Several huge mutated creatures rushed out of the smoke and crashed into the crowd.
Their whole bodies were covered with hard fur, and their red eyes were filled with chaos and brutal murderous intent. They ran head-on towards the dense array of spears flashing with cold light. In front of such monsters, those armored spearmen looked timid and fearful.
Griffith faced a ferocious demonic wolf. The monster had half of its face smashed and an arm broken. It rushed over with astonishing madness. Griffith resisted it with a vanguard shield and stabbed it with a sword.
Its throat. Just as he was about to find the next target, a scream suddenly came from beside him.
Several giant mutated beasts rushed in front of the spearmen and plunged themselves into the armor-piercing spears. Some stopped and swung their claws, but one of them crashed directly into the spear array.
Its body was as tall as a city wall. When it rushed into the forest of guns, it made a dense and hoarse tearing sound. It was followed by a series of crisp bends and breaks. The monster covered in blood holes died without even howling, but
Its corpse rushed into the crowd, smashing a path like a rolling stone on the top of the mountain.
The thin formation was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and a gap was rolled out of the pikemen's line. Several soldiers were pressed underneath. The people nearby stared at the bloody passage with wide eyes, wondering if they should leave their positions and replace them.
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At the moment they hesitated, a mutated creature that looked like a bison rushed toward the breach, jumped into the unprepared soldiers, and began to bite wildly.
Griffith hurriedly took off the throwing spear from his back, weighed it lightly and threw it with all his strength.
The monster at the front had a pair of horns, and the spear was fired from the side, accurately piercing its eyes and piercing its brain two inches deep.
“Ouch!”
This magical beast rolled into the smoke and dust in an instant just like the previous one.
Griffith didn't stop, and the second shot of the gun came one after another. This time he aimed at another nearby gun formation, and another giant bear monster had already slapped away the densely packed gun heads, and was about to bite it.
A soldier.
“Bang!”
The spear was inserted from the right side of its face, pierced through the brain and skull, diagonally split open the left forehead, and exploded into a splatter of bone fragments and blood.
The third shot of the spear was not thrown at the charging monster, but at a piece of gravel. The gravel immediately flew up and swept to one side in an arc. There was a mutated beast fighting with several spearmen.
, the flying gravel covered its face. The moment it retreated in fright, five or six spears pierced its belly.
The gun formation that was attacked by the mutated beasts fell into chaos in a short period of time, but Griffith stopped the spread of chaos as soon as he took action. The militiamen even raised their densely packed spears and began to advance forward.
A huge bat attacked from the air, and its sharp claws cut off a soldier's head like a blade. It was about to flee across the battlefield. Griffith had no time to condense the ice gun, and took two steps to grab its wings and turn over.
And up.
The mutated creature immediately rolled in the air. Griffith, who was riding it north, felt like the world was spinning. He grabbed the vanguard shield and smashed it on the bat's head.
“Bang!”
Black liquid burst out from between the broken bones. The bat immediately lost its balance and rushed to the ground carrying the would-be knight on its back.
The impact threw Griffith away. He passed over a blur of flesh and blood, and rolled several times among the mud and rotten flesh before he stood up.
Looking around, he found that he was already among the monster's corpses. Fragments of fur, scales mixed with black blood, and large and small iron balls and lead pellets could be seen everywhere.
The battle not far away is still continuing. Most of the mutated creatures were either killed or fled back to their valleys, with a very small number sparsely distributed in front of the militia's front.
As the smoke dissipated, the pikemen were using dense formations to force the mutated creatures to retreat. For those monsters that were unwilling to escape and fight back desperately, musketeers came up from nearby and sprayed lead bullets almost directly into their faces.