At the first moment when the raiding forces that invaded the city of Paris were attacked, the naval soldiers who remained on the battleship also suffered a fatal blow.

Although most of the warships in Paris had already gone out with Chopin at this time, the remaining warships were enough to annihilate the fleet in front of them.

On the deck, Twell looked coldly at the ignorant enemy in front of him, a sarcastic smile on his face, and with his command, dozens of cannons all swallowed out blazing flames, and the continuous flames gathered together like fire dragons, rolling wantonly on the blue sea.

Then, dozens of black iron balls quickly tore through the air, and the sharp roar produced by the violent friction was like a cordial greeting from death.

The distance between the two sides was hundreds of meters, but it took less than two breaths to cross these fireballs propelled by the explosive power of gunpowder expansion.

Effortless, this is the power of technology!

The cast-iron round cannonball easily tore through any obstacle in front of him, whether it was the thick wooden compartment of the cabin or the seemingly tough human body, they were easily torn and pierced, and then with the burst of plank fragments and the wild spray of blood, the cannonball, which did not change the trajectory of the cannonball, continued to tear everything in front of him, until the last trace of strength was exhausted.

Those sturdy-looking and huge ocean-going warships, under the cover of this terrifying artillery fire, are like a flat boat in the sea, which may capsize at any time.

And the sailors on the ocean-going warships who raised their sails and quickly rushed forward, at this time, their faces couldn't help but show sluggishness and disbelief.

As the fire dragon rose above the sea, they only faintly saw phantom shadows appear in their field of vision for a moment, and then the huge roar and the violent vibration of the battleship below them interrupted all their thoughts.

The black iron ball falling from the sky was like an iron fist mercilessly smashed by a giant, and all defenses were so pale and powerless in the sneering laughter of the Grim Reaper.

However, how could a wooden battleship withstand the carefully forged cast iron cannonballs of the French Empire, almost only at the moment when the two came into contact, as the terrifying power generated by the expansion and explosion of gunpowder was fully vented, the heavy cannonballs carrying huge impact force had easily penetrated the hull.

Whether it is the sturdy and heavy deck, or the bow column, or the tightly connected bottom of the ship, under the terrifying power of this solid iron ball, it seems vulnerable.

None of this could stop these prisoners from moving forward, and in that dark place, they had been trapped for too long, and only constant destruction could vent their resentment.

A sailor who had not yet realized what was going on was still talking and laughing on the deck one moment, but the next moment, his body was ruthlessly torn and pierced by the heavy iron ball, and then burst into countless drifting blood mist.

And with the huge wave of air set off by the cannon smashing, a large number of scattered wooden plank fragments were also the messengers of death, and those sailors who survived were mercilessly pierced by these blade-like fragments before they could react to what was going on.

Exclamations, shouts, wails, and all kinds of chaotic sounds, with the ruthless smashing of the black pressing iron balls, suddenly exploded like boiling hot water!

In the central area, which was covered by artillery fire, the ocean-going warships at the forefront were already in the abyss of hell.

A large number of planks were broken and detached by the iron balls that fell so hard, and the ship, which originally appeared to be sturdy and thick, was vulnerable and vulnerable to this terrifying attack like heavenly punishment.

Under the intense artillery fire, several ocean-going warships were damaged to varying degrees, and all of them swayed above the sea, and there was not the slightest attitude of brazen impact before. And one of the most damaged ocean-going warships was already faintly showing signs of disintegration at this time.

As for the sailors who were still shouting before, with the black phantom smashing down, they didn't even have time to scream, and they had already turned into a pile of blurred flesh and blood.

Even if they weren't directly hit by the pitch-black phantom that fell from the sky, the raging waves of air and the splinters of wood that flew everywhere were deadly threats to all sailors.

For these sailors who are accustomed to using trebuchets and ballistas for long-range projectiles, the shock in their hearts can be imagined.

The power of the black pressure cannonball at this moment was far beyond their imagination.

For the sailors on the opposite side, in the past, most of the naval wars they fought were long-range pursuit and encirclement, and after reaching a closer area, they used trebuchets and ballistae to projectile to harass and strike at the enemy, and then took this opportunity to approach the past and use the strong angle of impact in the bow to ram and collide, but the final outcome was always and only ...... Close hand-to-hand combat after the ship approaches.

Such tactics would have been foolish and foolish in the eyes of any French soldier, but in the Middle Ages, before the invention of artillery, a formidable weapon capable of changing the course of warfare, most naval encounters ended in this way, and they proved to be effective.

It's just that any weapon, any tactic, has a certain timeliness, and obviously, with the invention of artillery, a firearm with super long-range strike capabilities, this once glorious tactic is also destined to disappear.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten, this is an eternal truth, no matter in that world.

And right now, these enemies on the other side are paying for their own ignorance and ignorance.

And at this time, in the eyes of these soldiers who are still dying, what the other party has is not at all a power that humans can control, it is a power that only gods can control, and they want to defeat the other party without their own strength, it is simply impossible.

In the end, under the burning of the endless flames, all the warships and the naval soldiers on them fell into the endless abyss of hell......

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The fiery roar of the cannon once again proves its unshakable position in this otherworld.

The surging impact of tens of thousands of soldiers seemed so fragile and vulnerable.

And on the thick city walls, those soldiers who were loyal to Forderson were still struggling to hold on.

Although they were completely stunned at this time, the persistence in their hearts still made them carry out their final death struggle.

However, Chopin did not intend to give the other party any chance to fantasize, he wanted to break through all the shackles in front of him in the craziest way.

"Keep shooting!"

With the iron-blooded order given, the originally bright sky once again dimmed.

Only this time, the target of the exploding bomb was no longer the soldiers hiding under the hidden body on the city wall, but the heavy city gate that had been specially reinforced many times!

The high-speed spinning iron ball was like thunder and lightning, falling from the sky like a vast meteor, and then slammed into the heavy city gate.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a black iron ball was embedded in the city gate, crushing the originally thick wooden plank inside.

And with a burst of wood chips dancing, centered on the iron ball that burst open, bursts of cracks spread like spider webs to the surroundings quickly emerged.

It is hard to imagine what kind of material this heavy city gate is made of, and it still did not fall under the frantic pouring of artillery, but the smoke of gunpowder did not dissipate, and the more fierce artillery roar sounded again.

And as the shells fell, flames and smoke filled the place, and violent coughing and shouting, noisy wails and moans were all intertwined at this time, like music before the end of the world.

"Let's go, the gates are broken."

Chopin glanced at the city gate, which had burst open under the sound of artillery fire, and a smile appeared on his face.

"All forward!"

With his clatter, a long group of spearmen rushed into the city wall first.

Although he had achieved absolute superiority, Chopin would not relax in the slightest, and after making sure that there was no ambush around, the spearmen and line infantry behind him entered the city.

The city that was supposed to be bustling fell into a deathly silence after that huge roar.

The surrounding houses were locked with their doors and windows locked at this time, and then hid in the corners, praying that the demons would not rush in and kill on a large scale.

At the same time that Chopin invaded the city, thousands of "people" were already assembled in a square located in the interior of the city.

Then it seemed that they had received some orders, and these warriors, who had never made any moves, also moved forward with a bang.

The steps taken by these warriors were surprisingly consistent, and each step forward seemed to be calculated with incredible accuracy, and then they all slammed into the ground, bringing a crisp crashing sound.

It's just different from the discipline shown by those elite soldiers, although these soldiers in front of them, although they seem to be in order, they always reveal a sense of old-fashioned and sluggishness, and all their movements seem extremely stiff.

In his left hand, he held a half-human-high shield, and in his right hand, he held a huge long sword, and the two-meter-long sword had a deep blood groove on its body.

Unlike ordinary longsword forging, which is based on the principle of lightness and flexibility, the giant longswords in the hands of these warriors are all exceptionally thick and wide, and the thickness of the sword body seems to have been deliberately enhanced, not so much a long sword as a downed shield.

Just by looking at it, a hideous and bloodthirsty aura hit the face.

These "people", or more so, monsters, are the "Knights of Judgment", the signature unit under Fordson!

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When the surging "Knights of Judgment" rushed over, the Imperial soldiers in front didn't even have time to react.

The speed of these guys is too fast, and when they step out, they are more than a foot away, and they are war horses that have entered the state of charge, and the speed of a single round is only so, even slightly inferior.

And as these "Judgment Knights" ran together, the distance between the two sides immediately decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Looking at the "Judgment Knight" who strode past like a meteor, the face of the commander in front also changed greatly, and he hurriedly roared: "Shoot, shoot all!"

Needless to say, sensing that something was wrong, the line infantry immediately launched a counterattack.

"Bang bang"

As the blazing flames rose, countless tiny phantoms erupted from the cold barrel with a sharp whistling at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye.

This is not a bullet in the general sense, but a lead bullet that is very easy to deform at high speed and high temperature, once it enters the human body, even if it does not directly cause any fatal injury, it will cause lead poisoning, and in terms of medical conditions in this era, there is almost no possibility of cure.

In the world in which Chopin once lived, the intriguing lethality and destructive power of lead bullets was almost comparable to that of the notorious bacteriological weapons.

It is also for this reason that the use of lead bullet was later banned above the international convention.

It's just that in the face of this wild dance of lead bullets, the "Judgment Knights" in front of them did not have the slightest intention of dodging, except for some of the dense lead bullets that hit the air, most of them were steadily shot at the chest of the "Judgment Knight".

And as the smoke of gunpowder filled, the "Judgment Knights" in the front row were brought out of wounds one after another, and then under the huge impact, they all lost their balance and fell down one after another.

However, in the blink of an eye, the "Knights of Judgment" who had been hit before got up from the ground and then rushed wildly again.

"Retreat!"

When Chopin saw the appearance of these "Knights of Judgment", his face immediately changed drastically.

After some unknown changes, these guys' physical fitness has become inhuman, and those lead bullets that are enough to tear a bloody mouth on an ordinary human body fall on them, but the damage caused is significantly weakened.

And the best way to deal with them is to use the endless roar of artillery to directly defeat them.

And no matter how strong these "Judgment Knights" are, under the relentless catharsis of artillery fire, they are still erased by the incomparably rude.

With that moment of blooming light, solid iron balls faintly slashed through the void invisible to the naked eye, and the sharp whistling sounded in the ears of every "Knight" like the greeting of death.

The heavy and hard iron ball carried the tremendous power generated by the expansion of gunpowder, and easily tore apart the body that was difficult for a sharp blade to penetrate, and everything seemed to be extraordinarily relaxed!

After the iron ball hit the ground, the dust stirred up was scattered like raindrops, and the originally flat ground also sank in an instant.

Round after round of baptism of artillery fire, like the heavenly punishment of the gods, as if to wash away all the dirt.

And it wasn't until the unnatural heat released from the bronze tube that it all came to an abrupt end.

ps: Thanks to the "Poor Lonely" pro-reward of 100 coins.