Arrows rain down, stone bullets rain wildly!

The originally thick walls of Paris were also smashed out of the cracks in the road at this time, and feather arrows continued to pierce the aisles above, and the sharp spearheads were glowing with cold light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if he didn't have the advantage of the terrain, it was not a problem for this famous archer to throw an arrow over a distance of 100 meters.

But because of the cover of the city wall and the heavy shield to protect the body, the rain of arrows could not form any effective blow to the soldiers of the French Empire.

After a quarter of an hour, the successive feathered arrows and gravel slowly thinned out, and then stopped completely.

It's just that before this, the square formation of a thousand heavy infantry had already taken advantage of the situation to break forward.

Xu felt that the soldiers behind the city wall had already suffered a lot of casualties, or it was expected that the soldiers on the opposite side had been frightened by the rain of arrows and stones in the sky, and felt that taking advantage of the situation to attack the city at this time was the best opportunity.

The thousand-strong infantry phalanx pushed forward, and the scene was not spectacular, even if it did not start a rapid attack, but just a simple step, the whole land was shaken, and the billowing smoke and dust rose with it.

It was only less than eighty meters from the walls of Paris that the first batch of heavy infantry had been attritional.

It's just that the attack didn't come from the warriors of the French Empire inside the walls, but from the ...... Ground floor.

The heavy infantry who took the lead was in front of him with shields in both hands, staring awe-inspiring at the feathered arrows that could be thrown down at any time from the city wall.

The pit was not very deep, but in the middle of it was densely inserted with wooden thorns that had already been sharpened, and the heavy armor on the body, which originally played a defensive role, had become a burden at this time.

The lucky soldier was brought out of the thighs and arms one by one, but he saved a small life, and as for the unlucky, the heart was directly penetrated, and he didn't even have time to scream.

These heavy infantry had been on guard against the feather arrows thrown from the city wall, where did they expect such a change, and almost all the dozens of cavalry in the front row were killed, and they went to Huangquan together with a few soldiers who were a little slower to react in the back column.

For a while, the sound of wailing was also endless.

The figure was hidden in the dark, looking at the soldiers in the back of the military formation in the telescope, who still had no intention of moving, Chopin couldn't help but sigh.

He originally wanted to show weakness to the enemy, so that the elite soldiers under Fordes could also attack the city, only in this way, those soldiers who had never seen the power of artillery would know what a real nightmare was.

But once the other party is on guard, then it will not be easy to deal with next, but at the moment, he can't take care of these heavy infantry who have already arrived in the city, since these guys are looking for death, then let them go.

"Chirp—"

But at this moment, with the resounding sound of the eagle, a pitch-black shadow also swooped down from the sky, and then landed firmly on Chopin's left arm.

Untying the letterbox tied to the spairie eagle's legs, and looking at the few lines on it, Chopin was also relieved.

Now that the army sent has arrived at the preset location, it is not so simple for the other party to escape, and it is nothing to let these guys know some hole cards in advance.

"It's okay, let's fight back!"

With Chopin's faint words, the heralds who had been waiting on the side for a long time also quickly passed on the news, and then the French Imperial warriors, who had always felt extremely aggrieved, also had a hideous and terrifying smile on their faces.

With the experience of the previous car, the heavy armored infantry in the front row were carefully exploring the reality of the road ahead with the swords in their hands, but at this moment, the city wall, where there was no figure in sight, was crowded, and what appeared with these figures was the black pressure weapon that they held on their shoulders like guns and not guns, and swords and swords.

After that, blood soaked the entire land......

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When the barrels of the hundreds of black-pressed flintlock muskets were pointed at the hoplites below, the ignorant creatures still looked at a loss, and they would not be surprised if the soldiers on the city wall were holding crossbows in their arms, or the steel spears of Senleng.

After all, the former can give a continuous blow to one's own side, although the latter cannot carry out a continuous attack, but the instant lethality is much stronger than the former, but what is the black pressed iron pipe, the middle part seems to be empty, if this thing is used to throw, what damage can it cause.

And just when the heavily armored soldier was a little puzzled and even couldn't help but laugh, the black iron pipes suddenly erupted with rich firelight.

When the hundreds of barrels rang out in unison, the white and yellow intertwined firelight spread like holy brilliance, and the rising lights were connected one after another, endlessly, and finally converged into a long dragon of flames thousands of meters long, even if it was still daytime at this time, but the rich light reflected half of the sky in fiery red.

The black-pressed lead bullets are like prisoners freed from the shackles, desperately enjoying the pleasure of freedom, desperately trying to get away from the barrels of the guns that have been binding them.

"Bang bang-"

The high-speed flying lead bullet was like a warm embrace of death, and it was like a lingering kiss from a lover, but either way, it did not give the hoplites below a chance to refuse at all.

Almost instantly, bits of crimson bloomed on the chests of the first few columns of hoplites, and then a rain of blood splattered like a fountain.

But even if it easily penetrated the body of the heavy armored infantryman, these messengers of death still seemed to hug the next figure with great affection.

However, when piercing the bodies of the hoplites in front, the lead bullets had lost some of their inertia and power, and some had even shattered into several petals, and then they stirred up the storm in the internal organs of the hoplites.

Although it has undergone repeated improvements, even in the 18th century, the accuracy of the flintlock pistol has not been effectively improved.

According to a study done at the time, the accuracy rate of flintlock pistols was only 60% when 100 meters away from the enemy, and 40% at 200 meters.

Taking into account the smoke wafting on the battlefield, the roaring sound, the exertion of physical strength, psychological pressure, and other factors, the real hit rate is much lower.

However, at this time, in the face of the more than 1,000 people in the field of vision, the line infantry and town militia on the city wall needed to aim anything, just aim the black barrel in their hands at the crowded crowd, and then vent their firepower to the fullest.

The lead bullets that tore through the space at high speed brought out a devilish scream at this moment, and the continuous sound was like a deadly dance music played by the Grim Reaper, inadvertently, depriving the lives of those lives.

Wails, moans, and screams rang out one after another, like raindrops falling from the sky to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was enveloped.

The solemnity that a heavy armored infantryman originally shrouded in his face turned into a bone-chilling hideous, and the intense cone-like pain was like a tide, wave after wave, as if it was endless.

The thick smoke spread like a mist, and with that violent cough, the heavy infantry who was advancing cautiously could only fall weakly, no matter how unwilling he was.

Blood was flowing, flesh was flying, and a heavily armored infantryman stared wide-eyed, unwilling, fearful, dazed, and hideous...... All kinds of emotions came to mind one by one in the last moments of life, but in the end, everything dissipated with the smoke that fluttered away.

Huge strands of blood spread on the ground, dyeing the original dripping blood into a deeper dark red, and the rising smoke was like a hideous devil, roaring and swooping down from the sky, and this picture of almost a group of demons dancing seemed to be frozen into eternity.

"How could it be ......"

In the rear, the combat commander looked at the hellish tragic scene in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale, and the clearly visible cold sweat poured up on his forehead involuntarily, and the originally empty palm was even more involuntarily clenched at this time, allowing the slender nails to cut through the flesh and blood on his hands.

The reversal in front of him came too quickly, even though these battle commanders were all battle-hardened existences, they couldn't help but stand on the battlefield at this time, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

The enemies on the other side raised the black barrel in their hands before, and they were still a little dismissive, but at this time, when the demonic terrifying power was ruthlessly tilted down, they realized how foolish they really were.

It's just that what a few people didn't expect was that the nightmare had just begun!

The blood-colored prelude has begun, but the rising gunpowder smoke does not know when it will drift away......

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This chapter is still more than 3,000, who said that I am short!