Received, received. Merlin put down the honey vessel in his hand and nodded to the four comrades: "You guys are in a group of three, I am in a group with him, remember, let them go deeper." Not a single one will be left alive!"

"Understood!"

The warriors who were ambushed in the cave were already familiar with their surroundings and various escape routes, and they could hide from their memories even in dim light.

And for those arrogant Holy Spirit Knights, it is not so friendly. Krisson's team maintained a strict lineup, with four knights in front holding shields to cover their upper bodies, carrying the Yangtze River in their hands, and the two in the center holding torches and knights' swords, and the back were equally cautiously shielded behind them.

These Holy Spirit Knights are not good looks, they are all knights with superb martial arts, and after being blessed by the Holy Spirit, their strength, speed and reflexes are more than a step higher than ordinary knights.

In addition, their five senses have also been enhanced.

Whoa......

The cave sounded, and the frightened slaves, even though they had taken refuge in the cave, were still noisy, constantly touching the rubble, and there were bursts of noise.

"This way!" Collison wasn't the first to participate in this type of battle, having used his keen hearing to dig out a group of infidels from an abandoned sarcophagus when he exterminated the heretics last year.

Despite the many forks, the calm Collison was able to determine the exact direction and continued to advance deeper into the cavern.

At this moment, Merlin is also nervous, since he was promoted to sergeant, his pursuit has become even more ambitious, that is, to make a career and become a sergeant major like Hune and Harald.

This time, here's your chance.

He and his comrades were on the left and right, holding their breath and hiding behind the rubble, the shotgun was already fully loaded, the safety was fully open, and the trigger was pulled with both hands, just waiting for the target to appear.

Gradually, a dim glow of fire flickered in the cavern.

Two shields came out of the corner, and the knights were vigilant, constantly monitoring their surroundings, and the armor was the best protection.

Compared to those bare-chested orc warriors, these 'tin cans' are the first time they have encountered them. Merlin recalls testing his weapons at the range, where the Orc Hunter II was powerful enough to pierce the finest armor at a distance of thirty meters.

But he wasn't sure if he could penetrate the shield.

Nearer, nearer......

Merlin made a downward gesture at his companions, staring closely at the approaching knights, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and palms.

Thirty meters –

Twenty meters –

By the light of the fire, Merlin could even see the tassels above their heads, his right hand gripping the butt of his rifle and his left hand grasping the handguard, raising the muzzle of his gun in the darkness.

Now is the time!

Boom!

The explosion was deafening in the cramped cavern.

The muzzle of the gun spat out dazzling fire, and dozens of steel balls shot out through the darkness.

Although the knight in charge was careful enough, and the shield covered half of his face, it could not block the powerful impact of the shotgun at close range, and he fell backwards in an instant.

Boom!

Companions also fired!

The other knight also pushed the mountain of gold and fell backwards like a jade pillar.

Click!

The shotgun is loaded again!

Boom!

Click!

Boom!

A continuous explosion filled the cavern, scattering marbles that shattered the rocks and kicked up dust, instantly obscuring the view.

"Ah......h

The sound of a miserable howl exploded, and Krisson, who was in the center of the group, had no idea what was happening, and the faces of his comrades next to him exploded with a ball of blood, and then crashed into the rock wall, losing his breath.

Boom!

Boom!

"Ahh

The martial arts they were proud of had no room to be displayed at all, and with the terrifying explosion, the comrades around them kept falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there were only four people left.

Creeps!

This is the most realistic sense of Collison, and his scalp is about to explode.

"Demons, there are demons in the cave! Retreat, retreat!"

In his shout, the rest of the people hurriedly withdrew.

However, it was already too late.

The other three were hiding in the fork in the road, and they were instructed to prevent each other from escaping the cave.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Click!

Click!

Click!

For a moment, Crisson only felt that there were terrifying strange noises everywhere, constantly echoing, and his eardrums hurt. As he looked around in panic, his comrades fell again.

Eventually, a shotgun hit Kerison in the back......

The armor there is lighter and thinner than the chest guard, with only a layer of chain mail and a cotton lining inside. However, to no avail at all.

There was a hot pain in the whole back, as if there were countless iron needles, mercilessly piercing into the internal organs.

What is the scariest thing about shotguns?

In many cases, it is a wound formed by a small steel ball, which cannot be fatal with a single blow, and the injured person often endures a long period of pain, dying in torture and despair.

Luckily, Collison wasn't one of them.

For the last sight in his eyes was a figure emerging from the darkness, holding a strange iron rod in his hand, pointing it at his face.

"Uncle, run!" Kerison cried out his last words.

The fire burst out – his life ended, and so did his suffering.

"What's that sound!"

The knights outside the cave fell into a commotion, from the moment Crisson and the others got into the cave, it didn't take long for a moment to hear a continuous banging bang, accompanied by a heart-rending scream.

Melde and Viscount Hein looked at each other, and before they could react, they heard an echo: "Run~Run~Run~"

When the echo ended, all sound stopped abruptly, leaving only the whirring wind.

"Krisson, that's Krisson......" Melde's face turned pale: "They were ambushed, they must have been ambushed!"

"The ambush of the demons!" Viscount Haiyin's heart was alarmed, and he no longer had any hesitation: "Pull, pull out of the valley!"

At this time, the disadvantage of the heavy cavalry became apparent, and the horses that had gone through a round of charge, under tremendous pressure, were constantly panting, and struggled to open their hooves, but their speed was a little unbeatable.

How could Harald let them go so easily?

"Brethren, your opportunity has come. They are scared, their horses can't run, snipe at them, for the commander!

"For Krem!"

In the dark caves, there were suddenly high-pitched shouts. Warriors with shotguns in their hands poured out of the caves.

"It's a trap! it's a trap!" Viscount Hair roared and drew the long sword at his waist: "For the Holy Spirit!

Harald fully absorbed the essence of guerrilla warfare, and fifty fighters were scattered by him, each using the entrance of the cave as a stronghold, and the enemy advanced and retreated, and the enemy retreated and pursued me.

"Fire!"

The strong Hunn, with a shotgun in his hand and a pride in his chest, led four brethren and faced the knight who rushed with a sword, without fear.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Holy Spirit Knights finally understood the source of the terrible sound.

But it was too late.

Riders were constantly being overturned from their horses to the ground by the powerful impact. The advantage of being a heavy cavalry was lost in an instant.

It can be said unceremoniously that it was a one-sided massacre.

Advanced thermal weapons and elite knights.

Viscount Hein, who had never experienced this kind of battle, was completely blinded, and there were terrible explosions everywhere, and those infantry with strange iron rods in their hands and their unsightly appearance were like the Grim Reaper, spitting fire and harvesting frantically.

"Shameless, despicable! damn the demon!" said Melde, whose eyes were bloodshot and grief-stricken, and as a Knight of the Holy Spirit who was good at front-facing and regarded glory as his life, he felt humiliated - because he couldn't even touch anyone, and the horse under his crotch stumbled in pain, and lifted him off his horse.

War has always been brutal.

Each is his own master, no matter how many of them are good fathers, good husbands, good sons, but once they are on the battlefield, they have only one identity - the enemy.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Despicable?

No, it's just that times have changed.

Those who are backward and decaying will eventually be eliminated.

The establishment of a new order will surely stand on the dry bones of the old order.

This army, which was established by Qin Song and lasted only two months, completely defeated the Holy Spirit Knights that had been admired by countless people in a devastating way.

But for Qin Song's warriors, it was a hearty battle!

The existence that they could not look up to in their eyes was vulnerable to Qin Song's wisdom creation! That powerful sense of pride rose from everyone's heart.

That's right!

Powerful, more powerful than ever!