"Fire!"

The gunners hurriedly pressed their torches towards the muzzle, and the fuse burned rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing into the lead hole. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the fuses burned out, the surroundings became quiet, as if time and space had frozen. The soldiers and officers on the warship covered their ears, and they became accustomed to it.

The next moment, the Grim Reaper began to grin.

"Bang!"

The warship jerked sideways and back, and its hull began to shake.

The cannon made a dull sound, like a volcanic eruption, and six orange-red fires erupted from the cannon holes, heading straight for the battlefield in the port not far away.

Six orange-red fires with the greeting of death rushed to the docks.

In the era of cold weapons, a key factor in determining whether an army can win or not is the degree of training of soldiers. Only by receiving military training for a long time and cultivating a certain degree of battlefield discipline and willpower can we persevere in battle and not easily break down.

In the era of cold weapons, the duration of the battle is often not long, and at most it is only ten minutes to decide the victory or defeat of a battle. In such an environment, more intensively trained militaries tend to hold out until the end.

Apparently, this is the case with Locke's guard on the docks.

They are like rocks, standing still to meet the onslaught of the endless heartbreakers. Occasionally, the tower shield shook a few times, but it all became stable immediately.

On the helmet-faced faces of these soldiers, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down, on the armor, and in the necks.

However, there was an extreme desire to fight on everyone's face. They couldn't wait, and the spears in their hands kept stabbing outward, each with some excitement on their faces.

Within the Crusaders, military ranks were promoted on the basis of merit, while a stricter system of military merit was implemented in the Southern Theater. Except for the children of the nobility who can obtain the rank of warrant officer when they first join the army, the best way for other soldiers to be promoted to officer is to accumulate military merit.

In the eyes of the soldiers, those who lost their hearts on the opposite side were their military achievements in climbing upward. You know, as guardsmen, they rarely have such opportunities to participate directly in battle.

As a result, the shield in the soldier's hand became more stable, and the spear pierced faster.

A strong smell of blood, rising from the outside of the tower shield, filled the air.

Under the influence of these flesh and blood breaths, the Heartbreakers became even more crazy. They roared, spewing out a rancid white mist. With the palm of his hand, with the rudimentary weapon in his hand, he struck the steel line that blocked them even more frantically and quickly.

Under this thirst for flesh and blood, they jumped up and down like mad dogs, trying to suck out all the enemies standing in front of them.

And at this moment, the shelling from the side of the battlefield arrived.

A terrible whistling sound came first. Locke turned his head to see six orange balls flying with long tails.

"Prepare for the onslaught of artillery fire!!"

The officer who was watching the battlefield also saw this, and he yelled for all the soldiers to pay attention. Then the soldiers clung to the shield soldier's back in Locke's surprised eyes.

Several non-commissioned officers who were close to Locke's safety erected several tower shields in front of Locke to resist the impact of artillery fire.

It's like watching a movie in slow motion, and the heartbreakers who keep pouring out of the port town and screaming and charging. The side of their charge seemed to be pushed hard by an invisible hand, and for a moment the path of the heartless charge was cut off by the waist.

Countless heartbreakers were smashed off by the hot projectiles, flying and smashing their waists. The castration of the projectile continued unabated, crushing the legs and feet of all the heartless people along the entire path. Many of the heartless ones howled and lay on the ground, crawling in vain into the distance.

Where the projectile rolled, a bloody path appeared.

This is the power of a solid projectile!!

However, in the distance, the sound of cannon fire was heard again, and a terrible whistling followed.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

Locke felt the ground shake beneath his feet, a pungent smell of sulfur spreading through the air, and a wave of boiling heat mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards him.

The sound of the soldiers coughing came and went.

A rain of red blood fell from the sky, and then the torsos and internal organs of the hands, feet, legs, and other human bodies also fell and smashed on the soldiers' bodies.

This time it's not a solid projectile.

Locke's ears were buzzing, and for a while he couldn't hear the cries of the heartless man on the other side. All soldiers were to hide their bodies tightly behind the shield to prevent the possible flying stone fragments from injuring people.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

A sharp whistling sound sounded again, and a violent explosion sounded outside the tower shield. Waves of shockwaves mixed with broken stones and other objects kept smashing on the tower shield, and the clanging sound kept ringing.

The smell of sulfur in the air, the black smoke from the explosion of cannon shells, and the white smoke from the collapse of buildings obscured the battlefield.

When the smoke and fog cleared, Locke's ears were still ringing. He shook his head and walked briskly to the front line of the battlefield.

"Has anyone been hurt?! Do you have? ”

Locke's heart was pounding, and his mouth was dry. At this time, he was afraid that his soldiers would be bombed by his own navy.

Listening to the intensity of the explosion just now, if a shell flies towards this front, then the consequences....

Locke was a little nervous, this cannon shell that had been transformed by Gates was too powerful after being integrated with magic, and it was surprisingly big.

The soldiers quickly rose from the ground where they were lying on their stomachs, moving their limbs and slapping the dust on their bodies.

Soon the battle damage was reported, and there were no deaths. Only one unlucky man was injured in the arm by a stone falling from the sky.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief as he hurriedly asked the soldiers to inform the Marslan of the ceasefire on the warship. This thing is too dangerous, I won't do it next time!

When the soldiers came out from behind their shields, they saw that the people who were still roaring, who had lost their hearts like the sea, had disappeared.

The ground paved by the elves with boulders left a series of terrible, potholed ravines. These marks completely covered the route of the Heartbreaker's charge, piercing their entire offensive line.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and bloody corpses. Some of the bones were ignited by the fire, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air.

The soldiers stared blankly at all this in front of them, and this bloody scene made the soldiers a little unacceptable. Could it be that the heartbreakers who besieged them just now just played like this?

But the screams and wails on the battlefield told them that it was all true.