With a little blazing white flame rising, the light of the great shore began to emerge wildly, as if to erase all the evil and filth of this world.

The great roar is like the roar of the gods, and like the roar of the devil, coming from the top of heaven and rising from the bottom of hell!

In that absolutely crushing force, all of it is in vain!

Chopin's previous enemies, except for those undead warriors and undead skeletons, did not have a single army that did not flee in this endless and crazy artillery fire, but in front of him, these soldiers infected by unknown forces actually rushed forward against the roar of artillery fire, as if they wanted to rely on their own flesh and blood to shake the roar of modern technology.

But in the end, there was no suspense!

Even if these soldiers have gone crazy at this time, under the blow of absolute power, it will be in vain after all.

A huge tremor was like thunder, and even the surrounding earth could not bear the weight, and with the continuous flying dust and smoke, the ground was constantly sinking downward.

And as the artillery gradually fell silent, the breeze blew from nowhere to blow away the originally hidden gunsmoke, and what was revealed next was a bloody picture to the extreme.

There was broken flesh and blood, broken internal organs, and dancing armor and debris everywhere, but unlike the terrible scenes of the past, the terrible wail that should have risen to the extreme when life was gradually passing was as if it was choked by an invisible hand, and not even the slightest sound could be made.

However, although the sound of artillery fire gradually fell silent, a large number of soldiers who fell into frenzy still rushed out of the wide open city gate.

Before the start of this battle, because of the order issued by Huai Sign, the number of soldiers rushed over by the major lords of the "Tianxin" Kingdom reached an astonishing 20,000, even though many soldiers had died or were arranged in other locations, but there were still more than 10,000 soldiers still stuck in the "Holy Radiance City".

It was not easy to kill so many soldiers, even if Chopin's side kept using dozens of artillery pieces to clean back and forth.

And with the silence of the artillery, the number of soldiers who had fallen into a state of madness from the city gate skyrocketed again, and the spearmen who had been preparing to attack the city were completely suppressed under this fierce attack, and even the positions that had been advancing were constantly being compressed.

However, from beginning to end, this army of brave assault was as silent as death, with no shouts, no wailing, and some just plain wielding sharp blades, bringing one fresh life after another into the abyss of hell.

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"Damn it!"

In the face of this staggering number of soldiers in front of him, he really didn't have any good ways to deal with it, the only thing he could do was to carry it head-on, if he let these guys rush over, he was afraid that it wouldn't be long before they would be defeated.

As soon as these crazy soldiers rushed over, a phalanx of 10 teams and 1,200 spearmen met them fearlessly.

A cold spear took root like a forest of steel on the dark earth, and the posture they put on at this time was also obvious, it was the army that swore to defend behind them.

One soldier after another in a state of madness rushed out, and the torrent that gathered together was like a giant sharp blade, cutting one ravine after another in the camp of the spearmen.

Under this earth-shattering terrifying power, a spearman's face also involuntarily turned pale, and his eyes inevitably showed fear and retreat, but these emotions were only fleeting, replaced by astonishing perseverance, heroism in the face of death, and ...... Hysterical madness.

The terrifying power of the onslaught launched by thousands of soldiers can be imagined, but from the beginning to the end, not a single spearman chose to retreat, and they relied on their own flesh and blood to stop the brazen charge of this group of soldiers who had fallen into a state of madness.

But all this is far from over.

Taking advantage of the moments when these soldiers were slightly stagnant, spears with a length of three meters immediately stabbed at them from all directions.

For the glory of God and the glory of France, even at the last moment of their lives, this group of warriors of the French Empire will swear to stop these devils.

The scimitar and the spear collided wildly again and again, and the arms of both sides of the war trembled violently, but one side never had the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, mechanically repeating the movements in his hands, while the other side was flushed more and more as time passed, and his mouth was even more frantically gasping.

However, no matter how brave and fearless Chopin's spearmen were, they could not defeat ten with one.

The whole area was cut into two at this point, and the oppressive and heavy aura spread like a breeze everywhere, and the noisy sound of metal sounded like a giant wielding a leather whip, constantly knocking on the land.

The rich color of blood continued to intersect, entangle, and merge in that collision after collision, until the other party completely devoured the other.

The shouts of killing, the roars of rage, the wails, and the clanging sound of Jin Ge's handover suddenly erupted in this already rough world.

Swords and guns collided, figures staggered, and in that relentless impact and stabbing again and again, from time to time, a figure fell miserably, and then never got up again.

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Sen Leng's spear swept away the blood-colored long knife in front of him, and the huge impact force made Will's right arm sore.

"These damn monsters!"

Swallowing the saliva in his mouth viciously, Will also said a little depressedly.

The long-term stabbing training has made their arm strength far beyond that of ordinary people, but in the face of these endless soldiers in front of them who are completely not afraid of life and death, they still seem to be a little weak.

A scimitar and a long sword seemed to be endless, constantly waving over, Will gasped for breath, while desperately swinging the spear in his hand, constantly pulling away all the weapons in front of him, thanks to the spear's three-meter attack distance, making it difficult for these crazy enemies in front of him to get close, but just the mechanical swing of the weapon in his hand made him miserable.

The little strength he had left was still rapidly depleting, and no matter how much he squeezed himself, the source of strength in his body, which had almost dried up, could not be revived, and the spear in his hand seemed to turn into a towering mountain at this moment, no matter how much he tried to climb, it was difficult to rush forward.

His throat may have become hoarse from the constant roar, and his originally athletic body was now as difficult to move as a sculpture.

When the dazzling white light came back on, Will seemed to know his end, and his arm only moved slightly, and he didn't make any moves.

However, at this last moment, he glanced subconsciously, but the companions around him did not have the slightest intention of giving up, and were still fighting hard and fearlessly.

Will was stunned for a moment, and then the silent fire in his heart was lit again, and then spread out like a prairie fire, and the originally dry spring in his body reappeared.

Yes, they were fearless French warriors, proud and resolute, and how could they be defeated by this group of ugly creatures.

"Kill!"

The trembling arm once again swung the steel spear and stabbed out, colliding with the long knife that had slashed over, but before he could make any follow-up movements, with the slight vibration of the eardrum, a round of incomparably bright blood bloomed on the fish-man's chest in front of him.

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Taking advantage of the precious time gained by these spearmen's desperate interception, the line infantry was ready, and the cold muzzles of their guns were pointed forward, for the ultimate victory, and when these spearmen were entangled with these skeleton knights, they were doomed......

This is the real battlefield, cruel and bloody, the losers, will lose everything, and what they need is the final victory, and at this most critical moment, with the least price to expand the results, even if it is their own people, can also be sacrificed!

"Gun on the shoulder, aim..."

The command knife in the hand of the leader had already been raised high, looking at the spearmen fighting to the death in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but flash a look of pity, but it was instantly replaced by a wave of perseverance, and then let out an angry roar: "For the sake of the French Empire, fire!" ”

"Bang bang"

Driven by the expanding force of the gunpowder explosion, the lead bullets fired out instantly turned into a deadly black tide, and a muffled thunderous sound appeared instantly, and the crystal flickering sky seemed to be torn apart at this moment, but the sharp roar was still transmitting in all directions.

The distance between the two sides at this time is only fifty meters, and at such a close distance, the power of the bullet will be vented to the greatest extent.

A metal storm of hundreds of lead bullets converged and swept mercilessly towards the surging soldiers.

The dense flames burst into flames in an instant, and the continuous fire snakes roared wildly like angry dragons, writhing their bloated and fiery bodies, and scorching the soldiers in front of them.

The sound of popping beans rang out continuously, urgent, high and enthusiastic.

After a round of firing, the line infantry in the front row quickly crouched down and began to quickly reload the lead bullet, and at the same moment, the line infantry in the second row also pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Accompanied by the blazing flames, a large number of tiny black shadows suddenly fell towards the soldiers who were still rushing forward frantically at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Each fall of the lead bullet is the bloom of a flower of death, and as the lead bullets that cut the soldier's body like a sharp blade fall, the withering flower of death blooms one after another.

In modern warfare, the lethality of the flintlock pistol is particularly amazing, in addition to the lead bullet fired has a fatal blow to the enemy's body, but also plays a role in weakening the morale of the opponent to a large extent, and the lead bullet fired by the flintlock pistol does not hit the enemy's vital parts, one blow will kill, but once the lead bullet enters the human body, then the opponent will not only have to bear severe pain, but also want to be treated and survive, the probability is also extremely low.

However, for these soldiers who have fallen into a state of madness, the so-called morale blow obviously has no effect.

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Just when the battle between Chopin and Fordson was about to enter the intensifying **, on the sparkling sea, a special fleet that had been hidden for a long time finally set sail, and one by one the classic ships similar to the Central European century pushed aside the sea and quietly approached the drifting island carrying the city of Paris.

When they noticed that the Drifting Island, which was already close at hand, was getting closer and closer to them, Billy was excited.

As the commander-in-chief of this raid team, the pressure he was under was undoubtedly quite huge, but if this raid was successful, then the danger of "Holy Radiance City" would be immediately lifted, and the balance of victory in this war would be greatly tilted in their favor.

"Let's go!"

With a low roar from Billy, one of the soldiers couldn't help but look at the face, and they landed on the Drifting Island, and then ran quickly towards the center of the island.

It's just that this group of people hasn't advanced far into the interior of the island, and the nightmare that they will never forget will be endlessly entangled.

"Boom"

When this group of raiding soldiers stepped into a relatively flat area, the thunderous roar suddenly sounded.

The sudden firelight rose directly under these soldiers, accompanied by countless splashes of soil, and the dark red blood flowers also continued to rise.

The flames rose, the smoke was filled, and the slightly salty air was filled with the smell of blood, and the broken internal organs and flesh were scattered all around, like torn strips of rags, but the color was the blood red soaked in life.

What these soldiers who were preparing for the assault did not expect was that the Drifting Island, which carried the island of Paris, had long been surrounded by countless directional mines.

"Directional landmine: This defensive weapon is a mine constructed by military personnel and fired by a defender who ignites a fuse. There is a cavity inside the directional mine, sometimes driven at an angle, which loads gunpowder into its bottom and keeps it dry by a stable wrap. Then load the hole with tiles and stones, being careful not to break the lead, resulting in a huge shrapnel weapon that will tear any enemies caught up in the explosion to shreds. ”

"Of course, moisture creates a mute fire in directional mines, like other gunpowder weapons. Later in history, more severe modifications fired with flintlock devices and made the explosion more reliable, which allowed the military industry to use directional mines as a kind of "fool's trap". A piece of thread attached to the trigger served as a mixing line, and then the fools unfortunately mixed it, causing the mine to explode around him and his companions. ”

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