After several rounds of shooting, the whole land was already raging, and there were large and small potholes dotted among them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Black, gray smoke and dust stirred through the air, and the smell of blood and oozing filled the entire battlefield.

While Hill's soldiers were in complete confusion due to artillery, the retreating spearmen and guards returned to the battlefield, but this time, instead of taking the opportunity to attack, they scattered and locked all of Hill's soldiers in the encirclement.

As the thick smoke slowly dissipated, those heavy infantry who were at the forefront suddenly realized that more than two hundred soldiers with black pressure barrels had approached at some point.

Although they belonged to Chopin's soldiers, the line infantry and the town militia were divided into two distinct teams, one wearing a lean light blue military uniform, and the other wearing a red and blue infantry uniform, while the soldiers in the back appeared more calm and sophisticated than the former.

However, at this time, the two teams converged into the same torrent, although the direction of the impact was not the same, but the splash that was like a splash falling on the waterfall was ruthlessly splashing in the same direction.

"Bang bang-"

More than 200 sharp lead bullets suddenly shot out of the black barrel, and then rained down like a downpour.

Due to the limitation of the number of guns, the first few rounds of firing, except for the first few guns that caused a certain number of casualties, as the soldier dispersed, the damage caused by the shells that fell again was undoubtedly much less.

However, the violent vibration caused by the falling cannonballs and the crazy roar like a thunder god were undoubtedly fatal to the morale of these soldiers.

However, as the lead bullets danced wildly and fell, those soldiers who were still struggling to breathe and still retained the last trace of hope and expectation fell into complete despair.

After seeing the terrifying power of the cannonballs falling to the ground, although they didn't know what the black spots covered like a rain of arrows were, a huge panic appeared on their faces uncontrollably, and they scattered around one by one as if crazy, doing everything possible to find a cover.

As for those soldiers who are dying, dying, or incapacitated, they can only watch the desperate scene in front of them, no matter how much they roar and wail in their hearts, but there is still no way but to let the iron balls pass through their bodies, and then let out a heart-rending cry as the last prelude to this life.

Even in the eighteenth century, the development of muskets has never stopped, but the accuracy of flintlock pistols has always been a problem that plagues everyone.

It is also for this reason that even with the help of the deterrent power of artillery, these town militias and line infantry have broken through to within a hundred meters of the soldiers under Hill, the probability of hitting is still quite impressive.

However, more than 200 lead bullets were rained down, and the so-called shooting accuracy was not a problem at all at the moment.

The sound of popping beans reverberated over the empty land, and as the thick smoke spread, a low wail and moan were endless.

The earth, which was already soaked in blood, was once again a dark red.

As it turned out, neither the sturdy chain mail nor any other protective shield could stop the fiery lead bullet the size of a thumb.

The warriors who were unfortunate enough to be hit by lead bullet had their chests torn open as if they had been torn open by the claws of wild beasts, bringing out bloody holes.

Although the accuracy of the flintlock pistol had been a problem since its invention until the 18th century, the flintlock pistol was a well-established weapon as early as the mid-17th century.

Even the warriors in plate armor could not resist the small but surprising attack, and as firearms such as flintlock pistols became more widely used, cold weapons such as knives and guns began to slowly fade from the stage of history.

After a volley, the town militia and line infantry still methodically filled the lead bullets, and after that, the apocalyptic scene resurfaced......

After experiencing the most brutal scorching of blood and fire, whether it is the heavy infantry with heavy losses, or the archers who have been fighting soy sauce, or the cavalry who have long been retired, the only thought in their hearts at this time is to escape, escape from this drifting island occupied by the devil, and then run as far as they want.

However, there is always a big gap between dream and reality, and hundreds of majestic French horses are speeding across the land, frantically chasing any warrior who escapes.

The sharp saber has long been soaked in blood, and in the face of the soldiers who wept bitterly and begged for mercy on their knees, these efficient killing machines will not show the slightest mercy, and will still simply repeat the tedious movements in their hands.

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"Whew...... Whew......"

While Beria ran backwards quickly, he was also desperately trying to untie the chain mail on his body, in this situation, this kind of life-saving artifact in his eyes before was already dispensable at this time, and escaping here as quickly as possible was the main thing at the moment.

At this time, Beria seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the endless sea, his mouth wide open, almost greedily breathing the air around him.

The heart in his chest was beating non-stop, violently shaking like a volcano about to erupt, as if it would burst at any moment, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

"Dada-Da-"

The sound of the horse's hooves was like a parting prelude before the arrival of death, and when he heard this sound, Belial's eyes also appeared a pale color of death, and then the whole person rushed forward like a frenzy.

With each step he took, Beria felt as if he was walking in the water, his legs bearing an almost stagnant resistance, but when the moment of death-like crisis struck, he felt as if his heart was filled with endless vitality, enough to sustain him to continue running.

However, how could the speed of a person be compared to a war horse, and after barely struggling for a while, Beria still fell to his knees miserably.

"Spare your life, no...... Don't! ”

However, there was not the slightest change in emotion on the face of the cavalryman, and his movements were still extremely clean and neat, and the saber was raised and fell......

ps: Thanks to "Rym" for the 100 coins, thanks to "Shen Chenjia" for the 100 coins, thanks to "Hui Mu" for the 100 coins, thanks to "Hu Yi" for the 1000 coins.