And at the rear of the battlefield, in the center surrounded by a large group of soldiers, Chopin looked at the soldiers who suddenly emerged, and his brows couldn't help frowning, the breath revealed by these warriors made him feel uncomfortable at the same time, but there was a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had collided with the other party before, but for a while, but he couldn't recall it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahem......"

Embarrassed, he got up from the ground, and Sal also looked at the "ghost-faced warriors" in front of him with some horror.

Because of the long-term use of spears, a long-range weapon, the power that can emerge from the arms of these spearmen is also quite amazing, but compared to the "ghost-faced warrior", it is completely vulnerable.

The moment the two-meter giant sword fell, Sal didn't have time to think about it at all, and instinctively blocked the spear in his hand forward.

While......

With a crisp sound of metal clashing, Thrall's mouth shook, and the spear in his hand instantly flew upside down, and then a giant force smashed directly into his body.

As if the body had been hit head-on by a high-speed chariot, the whole body immediately flew upside down, and then smashed to the ground.

A large piece of flesh and blood were lost in the high-speed friction between his back and both legs and the ground, and the hot burning sensation made Sal can't help but let out a low hoarse roar like a beast, and the huge impact after landing on the ground made Sal's whole body shake, and red blood spurted out of his mouth.

"These guys...... Still human? ”

Thrall stared blankly at the wolf-like warriors, unable to inflict any effective damage on them from his own and his companions' attacks, whether spear swings or dagger swings.

And those spearmen could only be helplessly smashed by the other party.

"Retreat!"

Seeing the battle situation in the field, Kit also hurriedly roared, in this situation, no matter how brave and fearless these spearmen are, but in the face of this group of guys in front of them who are not afraid of swords and slashes, it is just a futile death to entangle with them.

Hearing Kit's roar, Sal barely supported his body, and retreated from the battlefield with several companions.

From beginning to end, the spearmen did not have any effective damage except for a few dispensable wounds on the bodies of those "ghost-faced warriors", and under the ferocious attack on the opposite side, many spearmen had already been injured, if it weren't for the slow movements of these "ghost-faced warriors", I am afraid that more fighters would fall in pools of blood.

And then, naturally, it was the time for the line infantry to show their demeanor.

Looking at the wounded spearmen one by one, Chopin's originally calm face couldn't help but rise with a surging killing intent at this time.

He didn't believe that these monsters in front of him could still block the roar from modern technology.

Among the blackened barrels, what was being swallowed out was not a long-range attack weapon like feather arrows, but an incredibly powerful lead bullet.

Cold weapons such as scimitars and spears may not be able to destroy the bodies of the monsters in front of them, but these round ammunition made of lead solution can instantly produce destructive power that the other party can't imagine.

"Gun on the shoulder, fire!"

Glancing at Chopin, after getting the other party's permission, Kitt also waved the standard long sword in his hand without hesitation.

With that roar, the line infantry in the rear also put their rifle butts against their shoulders, and then pulled the trigger fiercely.

"Bang bang-"

Countless tiny phantoms were driven by the power generated by the expansion and explosion of gunpowder, and the kinetic energy that emerged in an instant was really not something that human beings could resist.

The distance of dozens of meters was just a flash, and then with a wild dance of dozens of lead bullets, they all fell on the bodies of those "ghost-faced warriors" on the opposite side, and immediately brought out bursts of bean-like sounds.

Since lead is relatively soft, it tends to release all the kinetic energy after hitting the human body.

The warhead will be seriously deformed and even ruptured, and the wound area is hundreds of times the cross-sectional area of the projectile, and the damage caused by the huge pressure on the human body system in an instant is unimaginable.

Even if it doesn't hit the vital part, but the lead bullet stuck in it will still cause the enemy to fall into a situation of lead poisoning, and with the medical level of this world, I am afraid that there is nothing that can be done about such an injury.

Chopin didn't believe that these so-called monsters could still stop these dancing buckshots.

And as the spreading gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated, his eyes couldn't help but shrink suddenly when he saw the scene inside.

The more than 20 "ghost-faced warriors" all had holes large or small on their bodies at this time, but without exception, not a single drop of blood flowed from their bodies.

And what makes people feel even more palpitating is that even if half of their faces are blown open, revealing the white bones inside, these "ghost-faced warriors" still don't feel anything.

In fact, except for a few "Ghost-Faced Warriors" whose thighs were broken alive, the rest of the "Ghost-Faced Warriors" continued to advance even if their arms were broken, their faces exploded, and their chests were drilled out one hole after another.

And the "ghost-faced warriors" who had their thighs broken didn't seem to stop moving forward, and although their bodies were lying on the ground, they were constantly struggling to climb forward.

The scene in front of him made Chopin a little creepy, but at the same time, he finally recalled this familiar feeling.

The undead on the ghost ship in the "Mist Zone" were in such a state before, but compared to these "ghost-faced warriors", the bodies of those undead were too fragile.

"Let the artillery aim at these guys and prepare to fire shells."

Looking at this group of "obsessive" "ghost-faced warriors", Chopin was a little frightened at the same time, but more indescribably angry.

He didn't believe it, these "ghost-faced warriors" were not afraid of swords and swords, they could withstand lead shots, and it was difficult to block the roar of artillery fire.

The previous rounds of artillery fire had heated the muzzle of the 9-pounder gun sharply, and in order to prevent a burst, Chopin had the gunners stop filling the shells.

However, after such a long time now, the hideous murder weapon has already completed the cooling.

Hearing Chopin's order, a gunner also quickly crouched down and filled the black cannonball.

Then, from the black muzzle, with a little blazing white flame rising, the light of the great shore began to surge wildly, as if to erase all the evil and filth in this world......

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