Bang bang bang!

The fire flashed, the guns rang out, and the muskets on the deck emitted white smoke.

The archer had just set up his bowstring when his body suddenly flew upside down, and he swooped into the bushes, unconscious.

The lion soldier behind him was cold all over his body, and his lips trembled, "What happened?" ”

"Looks like that thing is a musket."

"Is this dead?"

The lions glanced at each other, and they all saw the frightened expressions on each other's faces.

The deputy mayor quickly stepped forward, took people to recover the power bow, and did not waste equipment.

Someone crouched down and went up to retrieve their equipment, and found that some of the archers were dead, and some of the orcs were still struggling.

The man who did not die clutched the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes widened, and he wailed, "Help me, help me." ”

"Can you still save it, you have a big hole in your chest." The orcs were accustomed to seeing the death of their companions, and based on the wounds of the other party, they immediately judged that the other party's heart was ruptured and there was no way to save it.

"I can still save, I was shot in the shoulder, and I can still run!" Some orcs scrambled up, half of their shoulders gone, revealing their bones.

It returned to the mayor with its bow and arrow, its expression contorted, if it weren't for his strong will, he would have passed out.

The orcs came back with their bows, and the mayor found that the number of orcs alive was not large, and two orcs could still run if they were bandaged, and the other orcs would die sooner or later even if they didn't die.

"What to do, the ship is gone."

They hold back for a while, and find that the ship is far away from them, and running over it will definitely reduce their physical strength, and they may be fatigued by the cat-people.

"The city can't be lost, go back to the city!" The mayor swung his sword in rage, and the massive blade whirred, slashing down a tree trunk.

The lions made their swift shuttle through the forest to the place where their horses were hidden, the Templars rode back to the city, and the horseless infantry unloaded their armor in order to hurry.

If they can't get back to the city quickly, they won't have a place to cry if the city is gone.

……

The lion soldiers of Southbank anxiously rode their horses, and the victims in front of the city moved a way for the cavalry to pass.

"The army lords are back!"

"Good adults, give me a bowl of mushy porridge, my child is hungry and faint."

"Mayor Town, Mayor Town, please let me go into the city, my relatives are in the city, I don't ask you to give porridge, just let me in."

Some of the victims begged for porridge and some wanted to enter the city, but the mayor would not let them go.

In this era of famine, letting these victims into the city will only make it more chaotic.

He likes to lock down the city, only go in and out, and control the balance in the city.

"Get out of the way, the mayor doesn't have time to pay attention to you!"

"That little boy in front, get out of the way, watch your head!

The lion soldier swung his great sword angrily, and the kneeling little orc's face turned white, and his knees were like rusty iron bones, and he could not stand up.

"Be careful!"

A middle-aged lion man reached out in time to pull him next to the little boy and dragged the little boy away.

The little boy was frightened and hurriedly said thank you, if someone hadn't pulled him, three seconds later he would have been a ghost under the horse's hooves.

"Hmph, be careful next time!" The mayor's guards puffed through their nostrils, extremely arrogant.

When the cavalry returned to the city, they saw that the banner of Nan'an Town was still hanging on the wall, and the soldiers in the city were still their own families, and they were secretly relieved.

"Let's go to the port area." The lord of the city pulled the horse rope and led the people to the port area of the canal.

There are two ports in the town, the right port is the canal port area, a little far from the main city, and the mayor of the town rode a horse and took fifteen minutes to reach the port area.

After so many years of development, the port area of Nan'an Town has long since established a large complex of buildings, ranging from merchant warehouses to large dockyards.

When they arrived at the port, they saw five fleets anchored on the banks of the harbor, their sails tightened, and rows of taxis standing on the deck.

The steel cannons on the ship seemed to have calculated the time, and as soon as the cavalry approached the area of the harbor riverbank, they immediately let out a thunderous cannon sound.

A dark shadow rushed into the sky, crossed a beautiful arc, and landed on the small mud hut of the water transport tax officer in Southbank Town.

Bang!

The mud walls of the small mud house are like papier-mâché, concave inward, collapsing, and the earth and stones are splashed.

Immediately after that, the other earthen wall of the small mud house also collapsed, and a solid iron ball flew out.

The solid iron ball once again pierced through the second layer of mud huts, and then rolled into the sand, bouncing several times in succession, rolling all the way out of deep pits.

"Shhh

The horses that the lion soldiers stepped on neighed, and they raised their hooves to run.

The lion soldier had to tighten the horse's leash, clamp the horse's belly, forcibly conquer it with equestrianism, and calm the horse.

"This is the siege weapon of Tomorrow's City?"

"We can't stop this cannon at all."

The lion soldiers watched the iron ball rumble and roll, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble, and their throats gurgled and saliva.

"Dismount and be ready for shelling!"

The mayor was a little scared, too, but he couldn't spare the enemy to cross the port area.

As long as the enemy has not broken through the defensive line, he can occupy the terrain and defend the city.

But the more the enemy was smarter than they were, and after the cavalry dismounted, the orcs on the ship's mast suddenly raised a small red flag and shook it violently up and down, like a convulsion, for fear that the enemy would not be able to see it.

The mayor of the town saw the orc flick the flag, and he had a sense of foreboding.

In the next second, the wooden doors of several houses in the port area suddenly opened, and cat-eared orcs wearing green military uniforms rushed out.

They stood in a tight line in three seconds, their flintlock pistols in both hands.

In three seconds, the cavalry didn't have time to get on their horses, and they couldn't race against the bullets, the only thing they could do was charge, and charge!

If it is a commander who has experienced a thermal weapons war, the first reaction in the face of such a surprise attack must be to order the soldiers to hide behind the horses as cover.

But they had no experience in this area, and only knew that the enemy was going to shoot, and either they would die, or the enemy would shoot crookedly and be hacked to death by their lightning charge.

"Ready—"

Natasha had a cold face, aimed her gun at the cavalry within a hundred meters, and pressed down on the board machine heavily.

"Shoot!"

Bang bang bang!

A single platoon of guns burst into bright fire, and the bullets flew in one fell swoop, hitting thirty-nine Templars and forty ordinary cavalrymen along the way.

The flesh and body are mortal, and they can't stop the twenty mm righteous lead bullet at all, and the bras of all the cavalry burst, and there is a big hole in the chest.

Southbank is a remote and backward town with thirty-nine Templars working for the mayor, much to Natasha's surprise.

Unfortunately, they met Natasha, who calculated that the enemy did not have many horses, and that the first soldiers to arrive must be cavalry, and the infantry was still behind.

The first shot was opened just now to scare the cavalry back, or to startle them to dismount.

After dismounting, it was time for the musket troops to shoot, and these few seconds were enough time for the orcs to shoot the enemy with a linear battleline.

The orcs of all races looked at the lion soldiers lying in a pool of blood, and their hearts were pounding.

They never imagined that the once admirable Templars would be taken away with a single firearm.