Diego runs down the stairs as he swaps out the Death Gaze for a shotgun magazine, a cramped space where shotguns are better suited than other types of bullets.

At this moment, in the hall below, the Scarlet Crusader soldiers were pushing through the burned-out wreckage of the rushing cart and pouring into the castle. They were full of excitement when they broke through the gate, completely unaware of the cruel fate that would meet them.

Appearing in front of the crusaders were well-dressed veterans in good armor. More than ten paces behind the gate, they lined up in a thick phalanx, one for every five people, and lined up in four rows. Not a single one panicked because the gates were broken, they pulled down their armor and stared at the enemy through the cracks, as calm as a forest, and immobile as a mountain.

After a brief moment of consternation, the Crusaders charged with shouts. Like a tidal wave, their menacing voices are high-pitched and imposing. But the enemy standing opposite them was as silent as a reef, and when the two collided, it immediately stirred up a bloody wave in the sky.

There was no temptation, no circumference, and from the very beginning, the battle entered a white heat. Nearly 100 people were huddled together in the hall on the first floor of the castle, all in front of them were the cold light flashing on the weapon, no dodge, no block, you slashed over with a sword, I slashed with an axe, either you die or I die, everywhere is filled with the sound of white-bladed strikes, the sound of weapons hitting the human body, and the screams of the wounded dying are intertwined into the most terrifying roar, as if countless souls are screaming in their ears.

Both sides of the battle were wearing the same standard plate armor, in fact, just half a month ago, they used to be comrades who fought side by side, but now they were killing each other for their own reasons. At first, the two sides were evenly matched, but gradually, it was the veterans who gained the upper hand.

Years of combat experience have made these veterans more knowledgeable about how to fight. The narrow space inside the castle was not suitable for long-handled weapons such as spears, so both sides had to switch to shorter, one-handed weapons. But unlike the young people who prefer to be in the limelight, the veterans mostly choose maces and axes instead of beautiful long swords, those sharp but light weapons are okay against enemies who only wear cloth armor or leather armor, but when facing enemies wearing scale armor or even plate armor, they are often powerless, but for maces and axes, even if they do not cut through the enemy's armor, they can often break the opponent's tendons and fracture them, and vomit blood.

They even forced the Crusaders to retreat to the gate for a time, but the strength advantage of the Crusaders was reflected at this moment, and every time a crusader was wounded or exhausted, one person would immediately be replaced, however, there was no one to replace the veterans, and as time went by, when the strength of these veterans, who were mostly forty or fifty years old, began to decline, the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of the Crusaders again.

The veterans fought and retreated, until they reached the staircase leading to the second floor. They didn't retreat any longer, for the lord's mission was to hold on for a quarter of an hour, and now the time was not even half over!

"It seems that we can't survive today!" Taking advantage of the interval between the Crusader soldiers to regroup, Arton turned his head and looked at his old fellows, "Are you afraid?" ”

"Afraid of what? I hacked at least three to death today, and I've already made a lot of money! ”

"Compared to the guys who died in the orc wars, we've lived long enough!"

"It's a pity that we didn't die at the hands of the orcs, we didn't die at the hands of the Scourge, we ended up dying at the hands of a bunch of human lunatics, hey, that's really sad!"

His old buddies replied that after the bloody battle, their numbers were less than half of the original, but none of them felt fear or regret.

"So, let's die here!" Arton exclaimed, looking at the approaching Crusaders who had regrouped and gripped the handle of the axe in his hand. They used to follow Tirio? Fording had fought from Lordaeron to Danmorrow, from Stormwind to the Dark Gate, and now they were fighting for his son again.

But at this moment, a figure with a musket in hand jumped down the stairs above them. It was Diego, who had finally arrived.

"Guys, don't worry, it's too early to die!" He shouted in a sinister voice, "Guys, get out of the way and let me pass!" ”

The inexplicable veterans subconsciously dodged to both sides, allowing the young man who looked a little bit two-dimensional to pass through the queue.

Diego stood only seven or eight meters away from the Crusader array with a disdainful face, then took out the pipe that Nesinvari had given him, pressed it against the hot muzzle, and the tobacco leaves in the pipe sizzled up a puff of green smoke and ignited.

He put his pipe back into his mouth, took a hard puff, and looked defiantly at the Crusaders with bewildered faces.

"Come on, the show is about to begin!" He shouted indistinctly.

Before the crusaders on the other side could react, he pulled the trigger fiercely. With a roar, dozens of projectiles roared out of the chamber of the gun, splitting the head and covering the face.

The hail of projectiles struck the armor of the Crusader soldiers with a "clanging" sound. Like a harvest being harvested, the crusaders standing opposite him fell in unison five or six.

The stopping effect of the shotgun is super strong, but the penetration ability is very poor. Knowing that shotguns don't necessarily pierce plate armor, Diego deliberately moved the muzzle of his gun up and fired at the enemy above the chest. Relatively speaking, in order to rotate the head flexibly, the throat part of the plate armor should be weaker and easier to penetrate, and if it hits the helmet, even if it can't be pierced, it can shock the opponent's dizziness and lose combat effectiveness in a short time.

No matter what part is hit, whether it is penetrated or not, as long as the crusaders who are hit, they all fall. As Diego had predicted, the soldiers who had been pierced through their armor would have fallen to the ground injured, but the ones who had been hit in their helmets but not had them pierced were no better off – the impact of the bullet was like a slam blow from a war hammer, often resulting in a concussion or even a broken neck!

"Follow me!" Diego shouted as he opened fire. Although the crusaders who were hit by the shotgun fell to the ground, most of them were only wounded and did not die, and some even struggled to get up.

The veterans followed Diego closely, and whenever they saw a crusader trying to get back on their feet, they picked up their hammers and went up to bang for a moment.

The advantages of Death Gaze's 200-round super-capacity enchanted magazine were on full display at this moment, and Diego's firing never stopped from the beginning. He pulled the trigger one after another, as if to vent all the anger that had been suppressed and beaten tonight out of the chamber of the gun. Orange flames lit up again and again in the castle, and each time they lit up, several Crusader soldiers fell, and Diego pushed them almost like a bulldozer. The crusaders were completely stunned, and had no idea what to do, and one by one he knocked them to the ground. Eventually, the dozen or so remaining soldiers finally broke down, and with a loud shout, they dropped their weapons, turned around and fled out of the gate.

Diego tried to catch up, but Alton grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Back off, let's back off!" He shouted, "We don't have to chase it out, just hold on." ”

No sooner had they taken a few steps back than several arrows shot in from outside the gate and stuck where Diego had just stood.