Under the shroud of the tongue of fire, one aboriginal after another fell down in an endless stream, and the hot blood kept flowing, but those aborigines holding heavy shields did not retreat from beginning to end, and seemed to be rendered by the continuous blood color, but became more crazy than before, and rushed forward desperately with shields one by one.

It's just that this distance is only less than 100 meters, but it is like a moat that will never be crossed, standing between the two, and these aborigines want to continue to break forward no matter how small the distance, they have to pay an extremely heavy price.

"Bang bang-"

There was no need for Chopin's order, and with the movement of these aborigines, a line of infantry would pull the trigger of the flintlock pistol at the first time, and then, a metal storm formed by the convergence of hundreds of lead bullets also ruthlessly swept towards the first aborigines.

The dense flames burst out in an instant, and the continuous fire snakes roared wildly like angry dragons, writhing their bloated and fiery bodies, and wantonly scorched the heavy shields and heavy armor natives in front of them.

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

And with it rose countless terrible wails and screams, these aborigines may have given their lives for the faith in their hearts, but when the small and sharp lead bullet pierced the flesh, the resulting severe pain could not be suppressed at all.

Under this dense buckshot shot, the strange crisp sound was instantly connected, and the pupils of one aboriginal after another began to dilate, and then their bodies fell stiffly.

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 aborigines who were still struggling to rush forward at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and every time they advanced a small distance, they paid an incomparably heavy price, but in this almost death situation, the aboriginal soldiers in the front row did not show the slightest sign of escape or collapse, but were calm and a little incredible.

And as these lead bullets that cut through the bodies of the aborigines like sharp blades fell, the withered flowers of death also continued to bloom.

Every fall of lead bullet is the bloom of a flower of death, which means the death of an aborigine.

And when the three rounds of firing were over, hundreds of cold corpses appeared on the ground that had already been stained with blood.

Hit by a lead bullet, the chest of one of the aborigines who rushed to the front immediately sunk, as if it had been hit by a hammer wielded by a giant, and his face turned pale in an instant, and then red blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

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"Ahem......"

The choking breath continued to burrow into Pete's nose, making him cough twice, but with the slight tremor of his body, a more intense pain in his right leg hit by lead bullet also continued to stimulate his senses.

"Ahh......h Whew......"

Barely struggling to stand up, as if stimulated by some violent pain, Pete's face instantly turned red, his whole face was unnaturally distorted, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

Yin Hong's blood continued to flow out of his thighs, and the intense pain was like a tidal wave, constantly hitting Pete's body, but at this time, he didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky.

Just now, with the roar that tore through the sky, the metal storm formed by the convergence of black pressure lead bullets swept past him fiercely, and a companion who was still standing with him before couldn't even make a wail, and in an instant, his body was beaten into a sieve by the rush of lead bullets.

In the face of this stormy attack, Pete reacted at all, but instinctively shrunk his body together, and then stubbornly raised the shield in his hand, and pushed forward with great difficulty.

For the development of the race, for the faith in his heart, even if there is a scythe wielded by the god of death in front of him, he will still not hesitate to use his body to block it.

However, before he could step forward ten meters, Pete followed in the footsteps of his previous partner, but he was undoubtedly much luckier than the other party.

Whether it is the shield in his hand or the delicate heavy armor on his body, it seems that all of them have lost their effect at this time, and these defensive weapons, which are usually enough to block the shooting of bows and arrows and the slashing of sharp blades, are as fragile as white paper.

Then, all kinds of wails, roars, and screams instantly filled the entire battlefield.

Hearing all kinds of chaotic sounds intertwined, Pete also tried his best to stand up, but as soon as his body moved, a suppressed muffled snort came out of his mouth.

Subconsciously looked over, I saw that a piece of flesh and blood on my thigh was all dented, and where the flesh was blurred, there was still a trace of minced flesh that had not been completely separated, and the coarse linen clothes at the corners of the trousers had already been torn apart, but under the soaking of the red blood, it was impossible to see the previous color at all.

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"Bang bang-"

The muzzle of the black pressure gun, which had only been silent for a short time, immediately burst into an astonishing light after the insignificant spark entered the small and compact medicine room.

Then, under the action of the surging force driven by the expansion and explosion of gunpowder, lead bullets crossed the sky like fleeting meteors, and a large number of lead bullets shrouded the aborigines on this body like a net.

As if a tall building had lost its foundation and would soon collapse, as the rows of heavily armored aborigines in front of it were cleared, the lead bullets roaring out of the barrel of the black pressure gun also took advantage of the victory to pursue, and began to sweep the weapons across the aborigines in the rear.

Under the rounds of shots from this lead bullet, the aboriginal who was desperate and charged recklessly did not have the same monstrous momentum as before.

And after paying an extremely heavy price, the distance between the aborigines and Chopin's line infantry has also been reduced to a rather dangerous value.

However, Rao is like this, but the famous line infantry still seems to be methodical and unhurried, and he does not hurry to replace the lead bullets, as if he is preparing for a desperate battle.

Part of the reason for this was of course the bright bayonets that had been mounted under the muzzles of the guns, but the bigger reason was that the front of these line infantry was not a smooth sailing road, but hundreds of spearmen were still fighting to the death, and it was not easy for these natives to break through.

For these spearmen, they are naturally particularly aggrieved, in the French Empire, they have absolutely nothing to do with the so-called elite troops, and because this other world is full of all kinds of unknown mysterious powers, firearms are Chopin's biggest confidence and hole cards to conquer all parties in this world, so when it comes to the role of protection or cannon fodder, it is basically played by these spearmen.

However, as the warriors of the Empire, they never gave up the faith in their hearts, and the spears they swung again and again were precise and sharp, severely slowing down the movement speed of these Imperial soldiers.

In the face of these natives who are born warriors, the spearmen who are struggling to stop the enemy are naturally not much better, and every attack of these guys is fatal to the imperial soldiers.

Every swing of the blade in their hands will inevitably take away a fresh life.

The previous fierce collision, with the help of artillery and muskets, and the confrontation with the aborigines, they only occupied an absolute advantage, but without the support of firearms, the confrontation between the spearmen and the aborigines was afraid that they would fall into a rather unfavorable situation.

But now, in the face of the surging aborigines again, these spearmen still have no intention of flinching.

They naturally knew how dangerous it was to continue to fight with these natives, but in the face of this almost certain situation, none of them chose to retreat, for the glory of the French Empire, for the faith in their hearts, even if they died in battle, they would never regret it!

One of the natives was the first to rush forward, and then the scimitar in his hand danced wildly in an instant, and in the face of the surging attack of the opponent, several spearmen who immediately rushed over and stopped in front of him were also a little overwhelmed.

Two cold spears stabbed out, but before they could be applied to the native, they collided with the glittering scimitar.

"Click-"

Under the tremendous pressure, the spear made of fine wood could not be parried at all, and was cut off by the scimitar in the blink of an eye, and after that, the scimitar swung it was even more powerful and slashed towards the chest of the spearmen.

"Poof—"

With a flicker of silvery luster, the two spearmen couldn't dodge it, only to watch as the scimitar slashed across their chests, followed by a fountain of red-hot scarlet blood.

Then, with the endless roar of muskets, the "clanging" sound of swords and spears colliding, and the crazy shouts of those spearmen at the end of life and death, this bloody collision also slowly came to an end.

When the smoke slowly dissipated, the aboriginal who had been extremely brave before had fallen to the ground, but among the corpses that fell to the ground, in addition to the aborigines, more were those spearmen.

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With the complete rout of the battle, the face of the leader of the wolf cavalry was also constantly changing, as if he was hesitating about something, but looking at the Polish cavalry of the guards who attacked again, his originally tangled face also turned into a touch of determination in an instant.

I saw that the wolf under him stuffed something with his palm, and the wolf's body, which was originally less than two meters long, quickly swelled.

The body shape shown by the other party at this time is really a bit breathtaking, the body that was originally less than two meters has skyrocketed to more than six meters in an instant, and the height has also jumped to three meters, the limbs are thick and powerful, covered with conical barbs, and the thick four hooves are like four optimus pillars, standing on this earth, giving people an unpredictable thick and calm feeling, and a slender but heavy tail drags a long furrow on the ground.

And unlike ordinary wild wolves, at this time, the mutated wild wolf's body is silvery-white, and the scales on its body are densely connected together, like sharp blades embedded in it.

The sharp teeth in the huge mouth have a jade-like luster, but anyone can perceive how amazing the bite force of this mutated giant wolf is.

The mutated giant wolf did not disappoint the wolf cavalry leader, and the slender tail made of steel swept forward, causing several charging Polish cavalry to fall to the ground.

In the ensuing fierce battle, this mutated giant wolf single-handedly pressed hundreds of guards Polish cavalry around it to attack, greatly alleviating the current embarrassing situation of these wolf cavalry, and even led the rhythm of several waves of counterattacks.

It's just that all this, whether it is the wolf cavalry who are still struggling to resist, or the aboriginal army in the wind and rain, has come to an end.

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"Sneer, sneer—"

The coarse linen firewire was lit at first, but then it was followed by a series of small, rapid slight crackling sounds, and as the foul black smoke rose, tiny flames quickly rose from the end of the firerope.

The gunners who lit the hemp rope before also retreated backwards at the first time, and then hurriedly blocked their ears, looking at the cannon with flushed faces.

After that, it was the unique "romance" of artillery!

Rumble!

Boom Boom

As the light dispelled the darkness, the cannon barrel made of bronze could not suppress the crazy restlessness of the beast inside who didn't know how long it had been bound, the thick cannon barrel began to shake constantly, and the surging flames just erupted, and the terrifying phantom that roared and "escaped" out of the horror phantom shuttled at a speed beyond the limit of the human eye, and the distance of hundreds of meters was almost fleeting, at this moment, time and space seemed to have been compressed to the extreme!

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 crack centered on the spot where the iron ball fell, and then spread wildly like a spider's web.

The solid iron balls with black pressure were like bright and brilliant meteor meteors, constantly falling from the sky, and the dozens of artillery pieces fired at the same time seemed to have compiled an invisible net, and everything, whether living or dead, as long as it was shrouded in this big net, would all perish.

And under the continuous spread of terrorist artillery fire, the aboriginal army was also defeated......

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