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The fist-sized cast-iron cannonball easily shattered the thick wooden shield they were proud of, and now it easily pierced the iis shield in their hands and the iron armor they were wearing, shattering their internal organs into pieces, and then piercing out behind them, continuing to move forward towards the original trajectory, penetrating the irises and iron armor, as well as the soft human body, continuing to penetrate backwards.

It wasn't until the company penetrated seven or eight people that it exhausted the accumulated strength on the cannonballs, but it was still like a sledgehammer, shattering a shield heavily, only breaking the lucky hoplite's left arm.

"Well done!"

But in the distance, the captain of the town militia opened his mouth to express his appreciation, and the soldiers around him had also stabilized their panic, and looked at the enemy in front of them who had been swept down in one piece, with a confident smile on their faces.

Because in their eyes, the shield walls and hoplites that should have been neatly lined up and advancing step by step had now appeared ten gaps caused by blood and corpses, broken wooden shields, wails and sorrows, which together formed the blood-red path inside this gap.

Ten 7-pounder light guns, the casualties caused by the fire, reached the peak after the moment of launch, ten seemingly hard, even the crossbow arrows fired by the bed crossbow can withstand the big wooden shield, but in front of the cast iron cannonballs, but directly shattered, did not play any defensive role at all, but the broken wooden shield still flew backwards, the sharp broken wooden planks made the infantry who could not dodge behind, the stabbed faces were full of blood!

This artillery salvo caused the direct death of more than 50 hoplites, and more than 20 casualties of varying severity, perhaps in a large-scale battle, the casualties in an instant were far greater than this time, but this was only a small-scale offensive and defensive battle, almost reaching one-tenth of the strength of the attacking side this time.

The eyes of these siege infantry were already red, because the comrades-in-arms who came this time were friends who accompanied them day and night, but now they died here with the flames that burst out, how could they not be angry in their hearts?

"Kill them! This fortress will not leave a single prisoner! ”

The commander, who also shrouded his body in heavy armor, had a somewhat hoarse voice, looking at the shocking casualties in front of him, but did not choose to retreat, but shouted with red eyes: "Everyone forward, speed up, their dwarven artillery can't fire a few times at all, get close to them, they're finished!" ”

"Kill, kill, kill!" The hoplites also responded loudly, and the infantrymen with large wooden shields still leaned close to each other, still forming a low wall of thick wooden shields, and strode forward firmly, for they had seen similar scenes and knew the power of dwarven artillery.

It is precisely because of this that they also know that the frequency of fire of dwarven artillery is extremely slow, and now looking at the death of their comrades around them, they still stride forward, in order to get closer, use their sharp scimitars and long swords, hack those damned musketeers and artillery crews, and avenge their comrades!

"Hurry up, hurry!"

However, for the gunners of the 7-pounder light gun, it does not take too long to reload this small type of gun, because the modern gun is not the traditional old artillery, especially the use of new metallurgical technology, as well as the new gunpowder technology, whether it is power, firing frequency, durability, and reloading speed, it is far stronger than the old black powder artillery.

Now they were like this, the chamber had been quickly cleared, fist-sized cast-iron shells were stuffed back into it with the powder pack, the fire rope continued to be placed in the fire door, against the powder bag, and the red iron tongs approached and made a sizzling sound.

They did not need to pursue accuracy, because at a distance of less than six hundred meters, they were just within the effective firing range of a 7-pounder light gun, and the power of the gunpowder explosion was enough to give cast iron shells a lethal kill!

"Boom Boom T

In the eyes of the hoplites in disbelief, the guns reappeared with explosive fire, and in the thick smoke of gunpowder, a series of powerful shells roared and tore through the air, smashing their shields to pieces, and destroying their original anger with the dissipated lives.

No one could have imagined that in less than thirty seconds after the cannon was fired, these guns were shelled again, especially in the hearts of these hoplites who had seen the dwarven artillery, this was simply unscientific and impossible!

The dwarven artillery, even if it is the smallest, fortunately, in the hands of the most skilled dwarven gunner, it will take five minutes to fire, although the power is still huge, but five minutes is enough time to rush to their side!

It was recorded in the books that to deal with these dwarves' muskets and artillery, it was necessary to send a large number of cannon fodder slave soldiers to attract firepower, or to raise a large shield and wear heavy armor, and slowly approach, then these powerful dwarven firearms would be useless, just burning sticks or sturdy smashing weapons, which were not easy to use.

But now, the artillerymen who were holding the fortress reopened fire and began to bombard, and the great force once again caused the direct death of more than 60 people in their ranks, and the wounding of more than 30 people.

This is not the motivation for them to continue fighting, but the casualties that shake their inner courage, and even many people have slowed down, but they are continued to move forward by their teammates behind them, and now they also find that after the death of their teammates in the front platoon, it is finally their turn to go to the front to withstand the enemy's artillery fire.

"We don't have enough range!"

The archers and crossbowmen in the back also looked at this scene, quite angry, but they were also afraid in their hearts, because as a long-range attack class, they also knew that even if they shot themselves, they might not have any effect.

There are still 500 meters on the distance between the two sides, and their war bows and crossbows need at least 200 meters to pose a certain threat to the enemy in the distance, and when they really advance to a distance of 200 meters, it is estimated that more than half of the heavy soldiers in front of them will be killed or wounded, how can they continue to attack?

"We, shall we retreat?"

Finally someone began to say this, but it was quite piercing in the ears of the commander, he looked at the artillerymen in front of him who were well prepared and still quickly filled in the smoke of gunpowder, and couldn't help but turn his head and shout: "Retreat!" ”