In an instant, countless stone chips were raised from the castle, 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. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hundreds of lead bullets, which were easily deformed at high speed and high temperature, burst out of the cold barrel with a sharp whistle, like a messenger sent by death, and the scythe in his hand had been ruthlessly harvested.

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 will once again be vividly displayed.

Thumb-sized buckshot rained down like drops and smashed into the castle in an endless stream.

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 fierce firepower, even though most of the lead bullets only stirred on the outer stone 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 ballistas who were still shooting before hurriedly shrank their heads into it one by one, 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 once again launched a brazen charge, this time, it seemed that nothing could stop them from breaking through the line of defense in front of them.

However, at this moment, dozens of figures suddenly appeared from the field of vision of these spearmen.

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Cold, dead, and rotten, this was the first feeling that the twenty or so warriors in front of him gave Thrall.

The warriors walked in unison, each step seemingly calculated with incredible accuracy, and then smashed into the ground in unison, with 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.

The armor they wore was no different from that of the guards, all of them were chain mail, and as for their faces, they all wore a grimace mask, covering their original faces, leaving only their empty eyes and nostrils to breathe.

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

In the face of the group of warriors in front of him, who seemed to be a little different, Thrall did not dare to be careless, his body arched slightly, and the sharp spear in his hand hibernated quietly like a poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity to kill.

However, these "ghost-faced warriors" did not seem to have the slightest intention of colliding with them, and instead ran straight towards the line infantry behind them.

"Damn, it's been ignored!"

Seeing the movements of these "ghost-faced warriors", Hill couldn't help but let out a roar, and then rushed over first.

These warriors may be the most elite warriors under Viscount Riel, but no matter how strong these guys are, their numbers are extremely limited.

After several losses, and then removing the wounded warriors who were transported to the rear, the number of spearmen in this team has been sharply reduced to more than sixty people, but for these "ghost-faced warriors" who suddenly appeared, they can still be crushed in numbers.

Faced with several times with their warriors, Thrall naturally did not think that they would be able to withstand.

Even if the other party is an elite, as a member of the French Empire, they are also not weak, and death and retreat will definitely not appear on these arrogant French soldiers.

It was only when the two sides collided together that Sal knew that he was very wrong, and these guys in front of him were not people at all!

"Whew...... Suck ......"

While running forward quickly, Sal also kept in mind his usual fighting skills, and relaxed his body to adjust his condition to the best he could.

Closer, closer, as the distance between the two sides grew closer, the twinkle in Thrall's eyes became brighter and brighter, and at the moment when the two sides staggered, his arms suddenly bulged, and the layers of muscles piled up like a tumbling wave.

"Kill!"

With a wild roar from his mouth, the spear in his hand also slammed forward.

"Whew!"

Sen Leng's spear ruthlessly sliced through the barrier of the void, and then stabbed hard into the chest of one of the "ghost-faced warriors".

Even the well-crafted chain mail could not provide any effective protection in the face of this brazen blow, and after breaking through the outer layer of chain mail, the sharp spear was ruthlessly pierced into the flesh and blood of the opponent.

After the spear burrowed into the opponent's body, Sal's first feeling was that it was stiff and solid, not at all like the flesh and blood of a living person, but like a cold corpse, and the tissues of his whole body had been stiffened.

Although it was a little difficult, the spearhead made of steel still pierced the opponent's chest, but when Sal raised his head to check the other party's condition, he was completely stunned.

This was not because the other party's face did not show the slightest expression of pain, but when he pulled out the spear, the expected blood did not burst out, and even the spear he held tightly in his hand was as smooth as ever, not even a trace of blood stained.

And at the moment when Sal was stunned, the "Ghost-Faced Warrior" who had just been "pierced" through his chest turned around stiffly, and the two-meter-long giant sword in his hand was raised high like this, and then smashed down!

ps: It's Monday.,Continue to ask for recommendation votes.,I didn't recommend it this week.,The results are a bit bleak!