In the era of line rifles, humans used a 'stupid' tactic, which later generations called the salvo formation of line up to shoot.

Richly dressed and dignified, the infantry lined up in a neat phalanx, marched forward to the sound of military music, puffing out their chests to meet the opponent's bullets.

It was a stupid, incredible, and bizarre tactic that was criticized by countless people.

However, it was this kind of ridicule that even circulated the tactic of 'ask the gentleman on the other side to shoot first' – the most advanced and efficient tactic of the era.

The neat military ranks symbolize iron discipline, and the freshly dressed angry horses bring high momentum. If the accuracy of the gun is insufficient, it will be compensated for by density, and if the range of the gun is not enough, it will be used to close the distance with courage.

People who have not experienced that era, or who do not know enough about it, can never understand the bravery and strength of a line infantryman.

Each of them may be mortal, but when they march into battle with their comrades under the command of non-commissioned officers, they can sustain far more damage than one can imagine.

In the line column, death is the natural result of death. Even if you don't fire a shot, you may fall, and even the genius of the sky will not escape death. As long as you stand in the array, as long as you step forward to the sound of military music. That means the infantry are ready to give their lives to the army and go hand in hand with death.

Every single one of them is a warrior, and every one of them is an elite.

And now, it is precisely such soldiers who are serving under Ney.

They have the unique ability in the world that was given to them by that era - 'realigning the line'.

It was the ability to regroup on a deadly battlefield and reforge the line with the remnants of the force. It is a testament to the heroes' reports of death.

Now, the power of this feat has given them the ability to break away from the battle and regroup.

It was this skill that allowed Ney to pull off his magic - he didn't let the infantry out until the last second before the cavalry arrived—and with this extreme coordination, even the heroes of antiquity were caught off guard by the lancers.

"Brilliant tactical ......"

Iskandar pulled out his spear in admiration, his eyes full of amazement.

Just now, when the wave of cavalry had passed, the line infantry who had completed the whole formation added another volley.

The magic buckshot has finally come to fruition this time.

Even with armor, the largest Rider was shot several times, and his entire left arm was no longer strong.

"And, terrible weapons. ”

The injuries inflicted by the soft lead were far more staggering than expected, and after hitting the Heroic Spirit's sturdy flesh, the soft lead distorted and twisted in the muscle tissue.

As they move forward, they unleash the energy given by gunpowder, so much so that when they fly flesh, they inflict more horrific wounds than normal.

Just two bullets tore Iskandar's left arm in two, and if it hadn't been for the bone, the condition would have been even worse.

But even then it was terrible, terrible.

After all, there is a limit to the self-healing ability of the Heroic Spirit, even if the appearance can be repaired immediately, but the internal organization is not so simple.

"If it's just me, it's really not going to be good this time. But it's a pity that your army is not qualified enough to challenge the three Heroic Spirits in one go. ”

Because of their size, Saber and Lancer's condition is stronger than that of Rider, and although they have taken a lot of damage, their combat ability has not decreased at all.

Now, they set their sights on Ney, who had regrouped, and their embarrassed faces were full of resolute murderous intent.

The guy who seems to be Rider is strong, but that's about it.

The combination of muskets and artillery and cavalry has almost a lethal advantage over the Heroic Spirits who meet them for the first time, but if they don't deal with their opponents in the first place, this advantage is not so obvious.

"Cavalry aside, artillery doesn't matter - I mean, your riflemen need to be 'loaded', right?"

Because it's like what Rider is saying.

Those powerful rifles are not designed to shoot quickly.

After each round of guns, it takes time to reload - while the Heroic Soldiers gain the ability to kill spirits, the weaknesses of their weapons are also retained.

Well, just grab that and you're good to go.

According to the battle just now, there are two things that are known: first, the rifle cannot be fired continuously, and it takes time to reload. Second, the teleportation of the infantry reloaded, but they only did it once.

Knowing this, any of the Heroic Spirits present could reverse the defeat, leaving the arrogant Marshal to hate it.

"Did you find it? worthy of an ancient hero. ”

But Marshal Ney's expression remained relaxed.

As if he hadn't seen the battle clearly, he stared at his enemies and gauged their wounds.

"But so what? while you're waiting, the next round of ammunition is already loaded, and not only my rifle, but my cannon is ready. ”

"yes, that's bad news. ”

However, there is no need for a decisive battle here.

Now that you've figured out your opponent's hand, it's good to regroup your formation and wait until you're in good shape before heading out.

I am already injured, and there is really no need to aggravate the loss here.

Thinking about this, a smile appeared on Rider's face.

Although he really wants to make a big fuss in this Holy Grail War. But the enemies this time are just too interesting.

It's a bit of a pity to destroy it just as an enemy, and it's better to think of the opponent as an enemy army than to think about it and reminisce about the war that has not been seen for a long time.

"But I'm already having fun, and it's useless to stay here any longer, so I won't be able to accompany you more?"

So, what are you going to do?

As he spoke, Rider looked at his two temporary comrades.

Although he had the intention to recruit him, he had already been beaten by the marshal with artillery before. He was too embarrassed to report himself to his home again, and then persuade the warriors to surrender.

Saber and Lancer, who didn't know what he had planned to do, had a very good sense of him at the moment.

Seeing Rider's inquiring gaze, Saber first exchanged a look with Alice Phil, then nodded, ready to withdraw from the fight.

But just as Lancer was about to make the same choice, the Master, who had not spoken for half a day, suddenly gave an order.

"Lancer, his soldiers are not resurrected. Take this opportunity to destroy that Heroic Spirit!"

Is this the right judgment?

At least not wrong.

Although in the eyes of the Heroic Spirits, this decision was a bit reckless. But Lancer, who was planning to retreat, instantly abandoned the idea of retreating and re-grasped his two guns.

"You're not going to fight me, are you?"

"Of course. ”

Rider and Saber didn't bother with the idea of the battle. Although Rider still had a bit of a crazy plan before the war, he had to give up with great regret now.

But just as the two Heroic Spirits were about to retreat with their Master.

Suddenly, a new breath stopped them.

"What a show, bastards...... It's just that the curtain call is a little earlier now?"

In the rear.

Directly in the direction of the modern legion, a noble figure wrapped in gold armor appeared above the street lamp.

A suffocating sense of presence permeated his body, stirring the nerves of everyone present.

"The former wolf and the second tiger. ”

Iskander's smile grew even louder.

A succession of unexpected events provoked the enthusiasm of the conquering king—as if he had been ambushed on the way to the Crusade while he was still alive. This dilemma that endangered his life and victory made his blood boil.

"What now!!"

Rider's master, Webb, sat down on the car with his legs limp.

But Rider just tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"What should I do?"

What else can I do.

Of course it was a fight.

Although it seems that there is no problem in escaping from the air, since the enemy has already appeared to intercept it. There must be an anti-air means.

It doesn't hurt to try it though.

But why bother.

At this time, it would be nice to go straight to it.

It's time like this, so don't waste your time. If this kind of thing had been useful, it wouldn't have been like that just now.

"Who are you?"

But Saber on the side didn't seem to think so.

She raised her sword and stepped forward, naturally wanting to say something.

However, in the next second, with the golden sea blooming in the night sky, all conversations lost their meaning.

What is that?

Doubts arise in the mind, and then they are answered in the next second.

The rain of weapons that flew in the sky was almost like a replica of the shelling—and at the same time, Ney, who noticed this, smiled.

So in the next second, cross-fire from the opposite direction aggravated the disaster in the field.

Will anyone survive?

Who knows.

But being bombarded with twice as much firepower, and being bombarded by science and magic at the same time, wouldn't it be nice for the people in the arena to not die, right?

Neychi thought triumphantly, raising his saber to get the lancers ready. After the bombardment, end the battle once and for all with a charge.

However, just when he felt that everything was decided, all that was left was to fight the golden hero.

"Good job. ”

An angry roar rang out from the field.

The yellow sand that accompanied the hot wind changed the world.

"Since you want to fight so much, then come on. ”