"Freckles!" Someone shouted, "He's injured!"
"Don't move him!" Brian roared, "I'll check his injury, you continue to shoot."
He handed the rifle to the recruit behind him, who was responsible for loading, and bent over to the other side. The wounded was still conscious, he trembled and asked, "Captain, I … will I die?"
The short spear had stabbed into the lower part of his chest, but it was not clear whether it had penetrated or not. Seeing that his breathing was still smooth, it should not have injured his lungs. During the cultural class, His Royal Highness had briefly explained the role of the various organs of the human body, as well as the emergency measures in case of injury. In this case, the best way he could think of was to leave him alone and wait until the end of the battle for Miss Nana to treat him.
"Does it hurt?" Brian asked.
Freckles nodded with difficulty.
"If you can feel pain, it means you won't die," the Knight put his hand on his forehead, "You should know Miss Nana's ability, right?"
"Yes," Freckles reluctantly revealed a smile, "Everyone usually … wants to see her, so … I, I can also see her."
"Yes, so you have to hold on."
After Blair finished speaking, he returned to the front of the shooting window. The recruit looked back worriedly, "Don't you need to pull out the spear?"
"If you pull it out, it will easily cause a lot of bleeding, when you learn this, you will naturally understand," he paused, "What we can do now is to defeat the enemy as soon as possible."
…
Standing on the high platform, Roland could clearly see the enemy rushing towards the town like a tide.
Every time they crossed a row of bunkers, their speed would slow down a lot. When they crossed the third row of bunkers, the enemy's flanks were completely exposed to the crossfire of the archers.
Echo's role was very obvious, although the team was stretched into a long line, most of the people still followed the witch's continuous command to charge, running on the main road.
Groups of people were falling at every moment, and they were helpless to do anything about it. Facing a fortification that couldn't be destroyed by swords and spears, Timothy's militia troops could only endure the casualties and continue to move forward.
Three hundred meters behind the third row of bunkers was the artillery position, and within this distance, it was a dead zone covered by canister shells.
In the sky, Lightning had changed her flag to a bright red one.
The firing angles of the 20 cannons were leveled, spewing flames and smoke in front of them. Roland roughly estimated that the cannons with the most proficient movements could fire a canister in 20 seconds, and the slower ones could fire in about half a minute. At first glance, it seemed to be close to the rate of fire of the excellent cannoneers during the American Civil War, but the latter's three shots per minute performance was the performance of firing solid shells, and a lot of time was spent on resetting the cannons and repeatedly aiming. There was no need to aim or clean the barrel when firing the canister, and the firing speed could be raised even higher.
But for the enemy, this was already a terrifying rate of fire. The canister bullets were particularly lethal to unarmored targets. Almost every iron ball could penetrate two or three people. Although the pills could resist pain, they could not suppress fear. When they saw the people around them being turned into sieves, even if they were filled with excitement and the desire to kill, they could no longer suppress the instinctive fear of life. Not to mention that they weren't some iron-willed troop to begin with. Without the pills, these people were just a group of untrained civilians who lacked actual combat experience. When half of the people were lying on the road, the enemy began to flee.
Fear spread like a plague. With the first one, soon a second and a third appeared. The front line completely stopped moving forward and began to change direction, retreating towards the rear. The artillery team once again replaced the solid shells and fired at the center of the road, while the flintlock team in the bunker never stopped firing.
Piles of corpses fell on the road.
…
Levin's anger gradually cooled down, and he began to feel afraid.
More than 20 people first discovered the witch who had created the chaos. She was wearing strange clothes, and when she lurked in the woods, she almost blended in with the surrounding scenery. If the other party hadn't been moving forward with the main force, leading them to the center of the road, it would have been almost impossible for them to discover her.
Even so, she caused great trouble for Levin. He discovered that the witch's imitated voice was erratic, and didn't need to come out from the mouth. Sometimes it came from the left, sometimes it came from the right, and sometimes it even came from the back of his head. The content was also varied, such as imitating his own accent to issue orders, or a militia's painful cry for help.
But just as they were about to surround and capture her, the woman in white appeared again.
Levin relived the shocking scene of Lehman Hawes being killed in the blink of an eye.
She was holding a silver crossbow in her hand, and as long as there was a burst of sparks and a loud noise, one of them would fall.
The encirclement was torn apart in an instant, and for a moment, everyone became frightened. Their armor was unable to resist, and their shields were also of no use. The iron shield in Levin's hand was broken in half, and the small holes in the iron sheet told him how amazing the power of the other party's weapon was. The only thing that could compare to it was the heavy crossbow. If he hadn't subconsciously ducked, it was estimated that he would have already become a corpse.
But the heavy crossbow couldn't be fired in succession!
The witch in white's ability to disappear and reappear, coupled with the terrifying weapon that didn't need to be loaded, made Levin realize that he had no chance of winning. Once this realization prevailed, his anger was quickly extinguished, as if it had met a cold wind.
"Take the pill, and take advantage of her appearance to kill her!"
Although his mouth was shouting like this, Levin himself retreated, and when she focused her attention on the militia, he fiercely ran out of the woods.
It would be safer to stay with the large group of people, she would never dare to attack him in the crowd!
The growth of the woods was also very strange, the dense weeds almost reached his knees, and the ground was also covered with vines, if he wasn't careful, he would trip. Stumbling all the way out of the woods, Levin looked ahead, wanting to join up with the large group, but the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.
The effect of the pill still hadn't ended, and the militia was retreating … no, it should be said that they were fleeing. Those who were slow to run, or those who hadn't reacted yet, were pushed to the ground and ruthlessly trampled on by the people behind them. Charging like a galloping horse, and running away was the same. The surging tide of people stirred up the dust in the air, and he simply didn't dare to step forward to stop them.
What the hell happened? Levin couldn't believe what he was seeing, in such a short period of time, one thousand and five hundred people were completely routed? And this was even under the condition of taking the pill! Are the Prince's subordinates all monsters?
At this moment, the sound of someone stepping on the weeds came from behind him, he clenched his teeth, and fiercely pulled out his sword and stabbed behind him. At this life and death juncture, his sword was even faster than before, like a bolt of Lightning, but what greeted him was a dazzling flame. The sword was smashed into pieces by something, sparks flying in all directions, and then a stabbing pain came from his right hand that was holding the sword, and the feeling at his fingertips instantly disappeared.
When his line of sight moved to his arm, Levin discovered that half of his arm had disappeared, and his red and white muscles and bones were exposed, like a snake grass flower in full bloom. The woman in white walked towards him with an expressionless face, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and then tripped on the ground.
The witch's foot stepped on his shoulder, and the cold weapon was pressed against his forehead. From this angle, Levin could see the other's face hidden under the hood.
So … beautiful.
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