"Everyone charge!" Almost at the same time, Lehman's voice rang out.
Levin stared blankly at Lehman Hawes who had fallen from his horse, the back half of his head had completely exploded, revealing a red and white slime. The broken helmet had fallen to the side, the top of which had a large hole, seemingly unable to provide any protection.
"Charge, everyone charge!" Then Levin's voice also rang out.
No, I didn't even speak! Levin covered his mouth and looked behind him, the militiamen had already swallowed their pills and began to run, as if a wall of people were rushing towards him.
It's the witch, he realized, the witch had imitated his voice. "Don't rush, stop!" He shouted.
However, this voice was like a small splash in the midst of the surging crowd, some people stopped when they heard his order, but even more people continued to charge forward.
"Quick, rush, break through the enemy's line of defense, the town will be yours to plunder!" Not only his voice, but Dorn and the other Knight's voices rang out at the same time, moreover, their voices drowned out all the noise, as if they were directly roaring in their ears.
Bursts of shouts also broke out from the ranks, as if in coordination with this order, the crowd began to shout the slogan "plunder" one after another, not knowing who started it, but it soon resounded throughout the entire army. The situation was completely out of control, no matter how much Levin shouted, it was all drowned out by the excited roars of the crowd. He had to control his horse with all his strength, in order to prevent himself from being carried away by the torrent of people, the militiamen seemed to have lost their minds, rushing towards the center of the road.
No, that's not right, they didn't have any sense of reason, especially under the guidance of someone, after taking the medicine they would enter a state of extreme excitement, and any slaughter would only stimulate them further. At first, some people avoided Lehman who had fallen to the ground, but later on, the crowd directly stepped over his body. Levin wanted to look for Dorn and the others, but found that they had been scattered by the flow of people, so he had no choice but to follow the direction of the troops, gradually moving towards the side of the woods. If he suddenly moved his horse horizontally, it was likely that he would be knocked down by the militiamen who had increased their strength by several times, at that time it would be difficult for him to stand up again.
After separating from the troops, Levin looked around, wanting to find the witch who had created this chaos and dismember her body into ten thousand pieces. In his opinion, this was definitely a witch's plot!
The 1,500 people who had taken the pill rushed towards the town's defensive line like a swarm of bees. For the prince, this was also a wave of fatal attacks. Even if the enemy had a large number of new weapons, they would not be able to withstand so many people, and the final result would definitely not be good. In a situation where both sides suffered losses, the witches were obviously happy to see such a situation, so they played tricks and lured the army to advance without authorization.
"The witch who killed Lehman and created the chaos shouldn't be the same person," Roland looked at the small number of militias around him. They were all standing at the front of the army and had witnessed Lehman's fall, as well as the group of people who had heard his order to stop. However, compared to the huge army, there were less than thirty people gradually approaching them. "One of them should have the ability to hide their body, and the other one should have the ability to simulate sound. It's impossible for a witch to have two abilities. Go find the latter, I want to tear her throat with my own hands! "
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From the shooting window, Brian could see that the enemy was getting closer and closer. The bunker in front of them was already firing.
His position was located in the middle of the diamond, so he had to wait for the enemy to pass by the purple marking on the side of the road before he could open fire. This kind of waiting made him very anxious.
Walking to the other side of the window, Brian looked back into the distance. White smoke was constantly rising from the artillery position, and a loud sound like rolling thunder could be heard. They were the first to get busy, the range of the twelve-pound cannons covered almost the entire battlefield, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear the whistling sound of the shells passing through the air.
"My God, they're really fast!"
"Look at that guy, his hand was cut off by a shell, but he's still running forward."
"His Royal Highness is right, are they still human? They're just like demonic beasts. "
Since the First Army had been informed before the war that the enemy was a madman who had taken the Church's Berserk Pill, the enemy's charge against the rain of bullets not only didn't scare them, but instead made them full of fighting spirit, after all, the First Army had grown up fighting against demonic beasts.
"Captain, they're almost here!" Someone reminded him.
Brian quickly returned to his position and put the rifle out of the window. Compared to the original flintlock that needed to be reloaded once, the new weapon issued by His Royal Highness was simply a qualitative improvement. He could fire five bullets in one go, and then throw the cartridge to the recruits behind him, and then fire the five spare bullets. By this time, the recruits should have already reloaded their bullets.
However, His Royal Highness had emphasized during training that only when the enemy was within a hundred to fifty meters of them could they use this method to suppress the enemy. When shooting from a distance, it was necessary to improve the accuracy as much as possible, because the bullets for a revolving rifle were very troublesome to make, and each person had a limited amount of them.
Brian deeply believed that the gunpowder filled copper shells were thin at the front and thick at the back, and almost every one of them was the same. A blacksmith would never be able to make such an exquisite thing, so he knew that it must have come from the hands of a witch. Usually, everyone would collect the bullet shells and hand them over to Iron Axe, and after the shooting training, they would inevitably have to practice reloading. A group of people sat in the center of the camp, and in accordance with the operating rules, they would put the primer, gunpowder, and warhead into the distributed bullet shells, and then assemble new bullets. Because of this, he was reluctant to indiscriminately consume the ammunition on targets that were difficult to hit.
When the enemy crossed the purple mark, Brian took a deep breath and shouted, "Fire freely!"
The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they couldn't wait to pull the trigger on the target they had already aimed at. For a moment, the bunker was filled with the sound of gunfire. The first enemy to cross the line of fire was hit by the crisscrossed bullets from both sides, blood blossomed from his waist, and he staggered two steps before falling to the ground. Obviously, they could withstand more pain than ordinary people, but in the face of large caliber bullets, it was still of no use.
Brian noticed that several people had jumped to the top of the bunker in the front row, wanting to sneak attack the soldiers fighting inside from behind, but a thick iron gate blocked them outside. Without hesitation, he turned the muzzle of the gun and killed these fanatics who had exposed themselves one by one. The reason why the bunkers were arranged in a rhombus shape was that they could cover each other, and if the enemy tried to circle behind them, they would be strangled by the firepower of the bunker behind them.
"Be careful, they're throwing spears!" Suddenly someone shouted.
Brian saw a dense black shadow jump out from the middle of the enemy's main force, and after crossing the highest point in the air, it fell towards the bunkers on both sides.
This distance, it was probably two or three hundred meters! He subconsciously shrank his head closer to the pit, only to hear a series of crackling sounds above his head. After this wave of attack, he stood up straight and found that not a single spear had been thrown into the bunker. The situation in the bunker in front was similar, only a few short spears were stuck in the wall, like lonely feathers.
"It looks scary, but it's useless," the crowd laughed.
At this moment, Brian saw an enemy braving a series of sputtering dust to approach the bunker where he was located. He bent down and threw the short spear in his hand horizontally. The moment the weapon left his hand, he was also knocked down by a dense rain of bullets.
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