"Whirring ......"

Holding the reins in their left hands and their sabers in their right hands, the warriors took two deep breaths to relieve the tension in their hearts and bravely rushed towards the enemy.

"Free fire! Beware of other mountain allies!"

"Bang ......"

Oscar shouted loudly, and several horsemen who were close to him heard his order, put their sabers in, raised their flintlock muskets, aimed them at their respective targets, and opened fire, while the other horsemen heard the sound of shooting from this side and knew the order.

Lucius heard the sound of the gun, recalled the steps of using the weapon, withdrew the saber back at his waist, took out the flintlock pistol from behind him, clamped his legs between the horses to stabilize his balance, and picked up the gun to aim.

The unlucky guy caught in his crosshair was a young man of about thirty-four or five years old (much younger than Lucius), dressed in tatters, with a javelin in his hand, as if aiming at himself, and Lucius could see the fear and ferocity, very contradictory expressions written on his face.

Lucius held his breath, time seemed to slow down at this moment, the world was silent, and the movements of the young rebel were as slow as a turtle in Lucius's eyes at the moment.

"Bang!"

Lucius fired, and the young rebel threw his javelin at the right time, targeting Lucius.

The speed of the lead bullet was much faster than that of the javelin, not to mention that at such a close distance, the rebel soldier was knocked down by the lead bullet in an instant, fell to the ground and could not move, and then howled miserably, feeling the loss of strength and vitality in his body.

And he is an ordinary person after all, no matter how accurate his javelin throw, it is not at all painful to the transcendents, and he can easily dodge it.

Lucius tilted his neck, and the javelin almost flew out of his face, making him break out in a cold sweat, but fortunately, there was no danger.

The flintlock pistol has been fired, and it takes at least a dozen seconds for even the most skilled shooter to reload.

And the battlefield situation is so complicated, no one can guarantee that nothing will happen with more than ten seconds of reloading, so according to the steps of weapon use, the next step should be to put away the flintlock pistol and use the revolver to fight, and when the bullets in the revolver nest are empty, you should fight with the saber.

As for the flintlock pistol, which was originally equipped with cavalry, it was fixed next to the reins of the left hand and was used in case of emergency.

After killing the rebel soldier with one shot, Lucius did not stop, he had killed too many people on the battlefield, and he would not have any psychological burden like a novice, in his opinion, this is a job, if you don't kill others, others will kill you.

Placing the flintlock pistol in the storage pouch on the side of the horse, Lucius pulled out the revolver from the side of his leg, holding the reins in his left hand and aiming the gun in his right hand at the enemy.

The morale of the rebels had long since collapsed, and the cavalry in the face of Remlos Fort had no intention of resisting, only a few people picked up bows and arrows or javelins and threw them at the cavalry.

"Watch to the right!"

Lucius heard the shouts of his comrades next to him, and the whole person suddenly became alert, and quickly lay forward and lay on the back of the horse.

I don't know what "buzzed" over his head, and it sounded like either an arrow or a javelin.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out behind him, causing him to instinctively look back to see a puff of smoke floating in front of one of his comrades, and the flintlock pistol was quickly put into the storage bag.

He turned his head again, and saw a rebel soldier lying on the ground wailing thirty meters to his right, with a longbow beside him.

Only then did he realize that he had been saved.

"Thanks, brother!"

Lucius turned back to the young comrade and thanked him gratefully.

"It's okay! Just go back and treat me to a drink! Let's get back to the fight!"

The warrior's tone was relaxed, but it was evident from his slightly trembling hands that he was nervous just now.

Lucius took a deep breath and continued to gallop forward on his horse, the revolver in his hand aimed at the enemy, and six bullets killed two enemies, which was not a bad result.

"Retract and reload!"

Oscar's bullet in front of him was also empty, and he immediately turned around, while shouting to inform all the knights.

"Oscar battalion commander order!

Lucius heard Oscar's order this time, and conveyed his fighting spirit in his voice to the ears of every warrior

The soldiers, who still had bullets in their guns, emptied all the bullets, leaving only the bullets in their pistols to rush to the place they came from.

After this assault by the cavalry, the vicinity of the camp gate has become a smooth road, and the rebels have all been driven by the cavalry in the direction of the airship to accept the bombardment.

The cavalry ran back along the flat road, but they had to always be aware that there might be craters under their feet, as it would be fatal for one to fall into the enemy camp if they were not careful.

But fortunately, Murphy had already emphasized these things to all the soldiers before the battle, and Oscar had also emphasized it again and again before leaving just now, so everyone did not make this mistake and ran out of the rebel camp safely.

"How's the casualty situation?" Oscar gasped twice and asked the deputy battalion commander of a tool man next to him.

"Report to the battalion commander, due to the fierce resistance of the rebels, our unit has seriously injured two people and lightly injured three people, and there are no deaths for the time being!"

"Yes, send the seriously wounded to the field hospital urgently, hand them over to the elf druids for treatment, and send the lightly wounded to the field hospital for recuperation!" Oscar exclaimed, and quickly dealt with the wounded.

"Yes!" The deputy battalion commander received the order and hurriedly ran to convey that the seriously wounded had already been dealt with, mainly the problem of the lightly wounded, because in the eyes of the nobles, even if they were lightly injured, they still had combat effectiveness and could continue to fight.

However, Murphy did not agree with this, so a new regulation was also made during the military reform, unless there is an emergency on the battlefield, regardless of the severity of the injury, an injured person must return to the field hospital for treatment, and since the military reform, such a battle has been fought, and the army of Fort Remlos still has the vast majority of the advantage.

"Everyone!

The cavalry regained its footing, and although it lost a few men, it did not suffer much loss in terms of overall combat effectiveness.

"Check the gear again!"

Oscar shouted, and he took the lead in checking the flintlock pistol in his hand that was ready to be fired, and then inserted it back into the pouch with confidence.

"Attack again!"

After all the guns were loaded, Oscar looked around, all the warriors were waiting for him, and he also drew his saber, and the blade was once again aimed at the camp.

"Boom, boom!"

The three cannons rang out in unison, and the cannonballs that were one step ahead of the gate directly smashed the log barbed wall next to the gate into slag, and including the gate, this gap could now accommodate thirty horses side by side!