"Where do you want to escape?"

A quarter of an hour ago, a ghostly voice sounded in the ears of the warriors trying to flee for their lives inside the walls.

When the soldiers who were originally running frantically heard this terrible sound, their faces changed greatly, as if they had fallen into the hell of Senluo, and saw the most terrifying scene, and then under the coercion of the infinitely powerful ghosts, the soldiers in the front desperately retreated, but the soldiers in the rear were in a hurry to flee for their lives, and pushed forward wildly, and for a while, hundreds of figures were crowded together, and the scene was chaotic.

The dust rolled, the torrent surged, the howls of helplessness and the screams of fear were almost endless, but the sound came to an abrupt end when it rose to its most turbulent height.

Without him, the gates of hell have been opened, and countless evil spirits are hovering around, and these guys are all blue-faced and fanged, fangs and claws, forcing these cowardly fellows into the abyss of hell.

The soldiers who had fled from the army, crying and shouting, obediently retreated under the threat of demons, but the demons hidden around seemed unwilling to let them go, and the low, terrifying roars and shouts of killing still kept ringing in their ears, and then the original cowardly look in the eyes of these fleeing soldiers gradually receded, replaced by blood that could never be washed away......

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As a line of infantry pulled the trigger, in an instant, countless stone chips were raised on the city wall, and the sound of crackling was endless, and the thick smoke mixed with the dust raised kept rising upward, like a devil, looking down on the ant-like crowd below.

Hundreds of lead bullets, which were easily deformed at high speed and high temperatures, burst out of the cold barrel with bursts of sharp whistling, like messengers sent by death, and the scythe in their hands had begun to reap mercilessly.

With the continuous development of firearms, the era of cold weapons is also slowly withdrawing from the stage of history.

Once on the European continent, the volleys of line infantry were enough to crush any arm, and in the face of this metal storm of lead bullets, all defenses seemed so weak. Even those soldiers in plate armor could not stop the small but terrifying explosion force.

Even the cavalry, once known as the sworn enemy of the musketeers, came and went like the wind, and with the initial application of line tactics and the invention of the bayonet, they could only be defeated miserably.

And today, in this other world, the astonishing power caused by the line infantry is once again vividly displayed.

Thumb-sized buckshot rained down like drops and smashed down on the city walls.

Although the flintlock pistols did not hit accurately at such a long distance, and the masonry protection of the firing holes made it difficult for these line infantry to hit the enemies hiding in the castle.

However, under such a heavy firepower, even though most of the lead bullets only stirred on the outer city wall, bringing out a large amount of stone chips and smoke, there were still many lead bullets that hit the enemy inside through the shooting holes.

And with that feeble wail, red and white flowers continued to bloom from the castle.

The archers and ballistae who were still shooting before hurriedly retracted their heads at this time, for fear that they would become the next target of the other party.

Without the suppression of those feathered arrows and stone bullets, the spearmen who had been preparing to retreat received Chopin's instructions and charged forward again.

But at this moment, the originally closed city gate was suddenly opened.

Countless lambs have gone missing, with endless guilt, fear, and unspeakable emotions in their hearts, and under the indescribable emotional stirring, these creatures have fallen into a sea of blood and perished.

Then the first and truly frontal, iron-and-blood battle between the two sides was ruthlessly pulled apart......

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"Kill!"

With Chopin's cold order, the entire "Shenghui City" turned into a meat grinder for crushing corpses in an instant, and countless minced meat and blood kept spurting out.

The two sides collided fiercely under the ancient city walls, and then blood and flame, anger and fire, at this moment, burst out endlessly.

The figures flickered, the swords and lights were staggered, and countless bright blood flowers kept blooming, but they quickly solidified.

Under the city walls, the relentless rain of arrows continued to shoot down like locusts, but Chopin's spearmen were completely ignorant, for the sake of the faith in their hearts, they could give up everything, and keep rushing forward in the bursts of shouts and killings, clanging collisions one after another, black and gray smoke rolling, like a devouring poison, mercilessly eroding the bodies of all warriors.

When the spearmen of the brigade rushed over, the large trebuchets on the city wall also began to operate, and as the catapult lever was pulled into the horizontal position, heavy stones the size of watermelons were constantly loaded into the "spoon" for the projectile, and then as the catapult rod quickly reverted to the vertical position, the stones placed inside were immediately ejected.

The stone bullets danced wildly like the iron fist of a famous giant, and smashed viciously towards the spearmen under the city walls.

Although the destructive power, lethality and even the scale of the damage generated by the cannonball after landing are far greater than those stones thrown by trebuchets, for ordinary soldiers, being hit head-on by these two is actually no different, and they are both certain death. Once they were hit head-on by the roaring stone projectiles, they were afraid that they would be smashed into a mass of flesh before they could even let out a scream.

Although all spearmen will find their own direction to dodge the first time before the stone falls, the secondary damage caused by the watermelon-sized stones after they hit the ground is the real fatal damage!

The moment the high-speed falling stones hit the ground, they will burst into countless rubbles of different sizes, and then sway away in all directions.

In the face of those broken stones that were faster than the arrows of the feather, these Imperial soldiers were a little overwhelmed at this time, no matter how sharp they were.

A large number of broken and sharp, dull, heavy, or light stones, after the impact of the huge reaction force accelerated, and the impact force that burst out in an instant, even the strongest plate armor, could not resist.

The projectile of the first trebuchet naturally looked full of momentum, but the whizzing watermelon-sized stone, after bringing a graceful arc in mid-air, then slammed down on the ground, splashing up bursts of billowing smoke, and the stone landed in the same direction as the spearman fell, in fact, not much different from the direction where the spearmen fell.

Seeing this scene, there was not the slightest joy on the faces of the soldiers, and the haze between Chopin's eyebrows was even heavier.

He knew very well that the first shot of the trebuchet was to measure the range to ensure that the subsequent projectiles would hit the target accurately.

At the same time, the archers also moved again.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

A large number of archers armed with strong bows and crossbows fired together, and the dense rain of arrows swept towards the bottom of the city wall, and the power caused by this moment made the originally bright sky seem to dim for a moment.

Like raindrops falling from the sky, hundreds of arrows arced gracefully in mid-air, and then covered mercilessly.

The rain of arrows like locusts came in waves, as if endless, and they were thrown in black pressure.

All of a sudden, arrows rained down and stone bullets rained down!

Feathered arrows continued to pierce the ground, and the sharp arrows glowed with a cold glow, which couldn't help but make people shudder.

Immediately after, the roars, the sounds of fighting, the fierce collision of weapons, the final clamor at the end of life and death, everything is rising and expanding......

With the wild dance of the blood line, people kept falling, some struggling to get up, insisting on giving the enemy a fatal blow, and some fell into a deep sleep forever.

For both sides, this is an unavoidable, and even more inescapable war, either you die or I die, and this is the only way to end this.

And under such a fierce collision, almost every moment, someone will fall in a pool of blood, but the already noisy battlefield, in the chaotic intertwined sounds, is more and more intense, and finally ruthlessly engulfs the entire battlefield......

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"What's going on?"

As the initial exchange of weapons came to an end, Chopin couldn't help frowning when he saw that the soldiers who rushed out of the city gate were not the "knights of judgment" he expected.

In his opinion, if the other party wants to defend the "Shenghui City", he can only rely on these "people", who knows that after opening the city gate, it is countless ordinary soldiers who rush out.

However, as the front line came into contact, Chopin's face changed suddenly, and he finally understood why the other party had sent such a force.

These soldiers, they don't have the astonishing physical qualities of the "Knights of Judgment", nor do they have any elaborate weaponry, they are just a group of rangers, but the Infernal Purgatory suddenly appears, and then destroys all the retreating emotions in the hearts of these cowardly lambs, and what rises like the flames of purgatory is mad, bloodthirsty madness.

At this moment, they are demons!

"Shoot!"

Gritting his teeth, Chopin's face unconsciously showed a trace of ruthlessness and madness.

Then the continuous blazing flames seemed to be connected, like a raging fire dragon tumbling and pounced, and the astonishing heat spread wildly to all directions.

The gunners who lit the firing line before also retreated at the first time, and then hurriedly blocked their ears, but their eyes were always fixed on the black and pressed artillery.

After that, it is the "romance" that belongs to artillery -

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-"

Without much warning, as the first black cannon barrel bloomed with the brilliant light that fell from heaven, flames and bright lights also continued to emerge one after another, and the deafening sound was like a thunderbolt from the vast sky, and it was like a thousand horses riding on the earth together.

Almost in the blink of an eye, orange-red flames and black smoke erupted from the ground, and scarlet fireballs began to roll up from the surface like a blood-colored sun, and then everything in range was wiped out wantonly.

White brains and red blood rain, at this moment, like the tide of the rising tide, wave after wave, the momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time, the tide is also constantly rising, rising again, and finally turning into a curtain of water, surging!

As the iron balls fell, the entire thick earth seemed to be unable to suppress the irritability in his heart, and began to shake constantly, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was enveloped in it.

Then, almost in the blink of an eye, flames erupted from the ground, incinerating everything around it.

Blazing fireballs rose into the air, as bright as the sun, billowing black smoke mixed with the dust that had been kicked up and rushed straight to the ground for dozens of feet.

The black smoke and dust connected to each other, and finally seemed to turn into an endless black wall, obscuring the vision of many people who wanted to watch the situation in the field, but it was like a dead prison, trapping all the heavily armored orc warriors without moving, and could only end their bleak fate in despair and madness.

In the distance, a few people who were secretly watching the changes in the situation saw this unbelievable scene in front of them, and one by one they were in no mood to calculate the dispensable gains and losses in their hearts, and their faces all became gloomy as water.

At this moment, the gaze seemed to be completely frozen, and the red light wrapped in the golden sun, as if it was slowly rolling over.

"Boom————boom boom ————"

And it wasn't until a few breaths later that the earth-shattering roar reached everyone's ears, and at the same time, the palpitating tremor from the earth also stimulated the extremely sensitive nerves of the hey soldier at this time.

The raging waves of qi fluttered like a severed storm, and then swept over them like sharp blades.

It didn't take long for the second and third rounds of explosions to follow.

The huge roar and rolling heat brought out by the black pressure artillery mercilessly scorched the entire battlefield.

And with the earth-shaking roar, the earth seemed to turn into a frightened young beast, trembling with its head buried, but the palpitating tremor was still silently transmitted to the surroundings.

As the thunderous crackling sound intensified, the huge wave of qi also took advantage of the situation to sweep away in all directions, and those orc warriors or elven archers who were not in the center of the explosion were also swept away by this rising wave of qi.

Under the influence of this amazing explosion, the entire battlefield also became even more disastrous.

The soldiers hiding in the city walls stared at the rising fireball almost sluggishly, time seemed to stand still at this moment, everything seemed fast and slow, until the raging air wave shook the entire city wall, and the soldiers reacted and continued to hold on to the crumbling ancient city.

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