As far as the eye could see, there was a field of fire, and the original yellow soil had been bombarded by artillery fire and turned black, slowly emitting hot smoke.

Everywhere there were charred corpses, stacked on top of each other, and among the piles of corpses were some soldiers who were not dead, moaning and struggling in a land full of death threats.

The city gate thousands of kilometers away seems to be close at hand, but it is far away to reach it.

Wave after wave of soldiers rushed towards the gate of the city that symbolized hope, and if you take it, it will be heaven!

In this cold battlefield, everyone wants to be favored by the goddess of fate, and luck is the most precious thing in this place where bullets don't last long.

It's a pity that not everyone is lucky, and the whistling cannonballs mercilessly explode around them, raising up dirt and their fragile bodies.

A bombardment is usually followed by moans of pain.

Sometimes, however, there may not be even a sound...... Life can only pass away silently, fragile and humble.

On this hellish scorched earth, tragedy after tragedy is being staged, and fresh lives are trampled and destroyed like mustard......

Han Qingluo, who was lying on the side of the sandbag and waiting, watched all this, and the irrepressible fear in her heart was also revealed through her slightly trembling body.

Her nose was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder, mixed with the stench of burning, which stimulated her sense of smell.

Flying flesh and blood stumps kept flashing in her sight, and a lucky person who seemed to be able to rush to the city gate might become a cold corpse in the next second, trampled by his companions and become a stepping stone.

The blood seeped into the scorched earth and merged with the blackness, taking away the power that belonged to these beings little by little.

The sound of artillery fire gradually subsided, and the heavy French fire seemed to be exhausted in this protracted battle.

At this moment, the horn symbolizing the charge sounded.

Countless soldiers rushed from behind sandbags to the battlefield, to the gates, which symbolized hope.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, pulling Han Qingluo, whose brain was blank, back to reality.

She turned her head to look, it turned out to be a guy who wanted to escape, and was shot by Owen, Owen held the gun and shouted: "Whoever dares to run away like him will end up like this!" ”

The rest of the people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape quickly dispelled this idea and rushed forward.

Owen's gaze quickly met Han Qingluo's, and he found Han Qingluo looking here, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, and with a movement of his arm, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at her threateningly.

Han Qingluo turned his head, clenched the knife in his hand, turned over and jumped out of the trench, becoming a member of the cannon fodder.

Ahead.

The gates of Hawkwood were wide open.

A group of French muskets poured out of it.

Began to fire indiscriminately at the charging cannon fodder.

"Whew! Shout! ”

Gunpowder shells pierced through the dense crowd.

There is always the unlucky guy who slams down on the run on the road he has run on.

Left and right, people kept falling beside her, and Han Qingluo only hoped that his pace could be bigger and faster.

Suddenly, a person in front of her was hit by a gunpowder bullet and fell to the ground at Han Qingluo's feet.

Striding over, stepping over the wall of flesh that almost made her fall, there was no extra time for her to rejoice, Han Qingluo continued to cheer up, looking ahead, and the rhythm under her feet was not affected by this accident in the slightest.

Seeing that the reactionary army was about to reach the city gates, the French musketeers immediately retreated and closed the city gates again.

Archers on the battlements, began to attack.

A rain of arrows roared violently towards the group of recruits, stabbing them into hedgehogs.

Seeing the tragic casualties of their comrades in front, many recruits were frightened and retreated.

The reactionary regulars, riding horses behind them, turned their guns on them.

"Fools, rush me!"

The reactionary army, who used them as a shield, urged the refugee soldiers behind.

If you rush forward, you may still survive, and if you run backwards, you will definitely die without a place to be buried, and this group of refugee soldiers can only rush forward in the rain of arrows.

Soon, a large number of teams arrived at the root of the city wall, and ladders leaned against the city wall, and some people kept climbing up, and some people kept falling down from the top.

Unable to hold the reactionary army too many in number, the French army on the battlements was quickly wiped out.

The gates were opened by the reactionary forces who had captured the lower battlements, and a large number of soldiers poured into the city of Hokwood.

Han Qingluo was favored by the goddess of fate, and he was not injured in this charge, and easily climbed up the battlements, and at this time, the city gate was also opened by his companions who had captured the battlements one step earlier.

She stood on the battlements and looked into the city.

On the city avenue, the remnants of the retreating French army could be faintly seen, but she could not step down the battlements, and a sense of foreboding hit her heart.

"You're so lucky!"

At the gate of the city, Owen's mockery sounded, he rode on a tall horse, looked at Han Qingluo who was in a daze on the battlements, and aimed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at her: "Come down!" ”

Under his threat, Han Qingluo walked down from the battlements with his steps, blended into the large army, and headed towards the center of the city.

Owen snorted coldly as he watched her back, steered the horse under him, and slowly followed the back of the group.

Except for the commotion caused by the invading reactionary army, the whole city was like a ghost town, and it was eerily quiet.

A small part of the vanguard had already pursued the remnants of the French army, while the remaining large force remained in the city to loot the supplies left behind by the French army.

This time, they didn't let the refugees go on as a pursuit party, leaving them in the city.

Owen was the captain of the group of refugee soldiers, and was supposed to stay.

After nervous tension and intense running, Han Qingluo only felt tired all over his body, and rested by the wall on the side of the street.

That's when Owen came to her trouble again.

"Hey, get up and search!"

Owen poked Han Qingluo's shoulder with the muzzle of the gun, and his face was still the same as if he was not flat.

Grabbing the muzzle of the gun and pushing it aside, Han Qingluo raised his eyelids, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be as strong as killing people.

didn't expect Han Qingluo to make a move to resist head-on, and Owen's face showed a playful look: "Haha, interesting." ”

He pulled the gun back from Han Qingluo's side and motioned to his subordinates to confiscate Han Qingluo's armor and knife.

There were many of them, and if Han Qingluo wanted to make a move, he basically had no chance of winning, so he could only let them take away his weapons and protective gear.

"Hurry up, do you need me to do it?"

Han Qingluo was now bare-handed, and there was no threat, Owen pointed a gun at her nose and urged.

She stood up with a blank face and was about to walk forward, but was stopped by Owen's "Wait a minute".

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Han Qingluo asked coldly.

The corners of Owen's lips hooked, and he looked her up and down: "Who knows if you took advantage of the chaos to hide some weapons on your body!" ”

The lewd look on his face was so disgusting to her that she couldn't help but skim over and raise her arm, and Owen's men immediately stepped forward to search her.

Owen stopped his subordinates from moving with another "wait a minute", only to see him hand the gun in his hand to the person next to him: "Aim at me, if he dares to move, shoot!" ”

"Yes!"

After that, Owen approached Han Qingluo step by step, she was not afraid of the people around him being searched, at least they would not be as perverted as Owen.

However, in the face of this pervert who didn't know what to think, Han Qingluo was still a little hairy in his heart, and he didn't know what he wanted to do to himself.

I saw him take out the thorny finger cuff from his arms, put it on his hand, and approached him with a cruel smile, Han Qingluo instantly understood Owen's intentions, he wanted her to take off a layer of skin!

Taking a deep breath, Han Qingluo glanced at the guy with the gun, and then looked at Owen who was approaching her, and quickly made an escape plan in his mind.

Just as Owen was about to approach Han Qingluo, he only heard a loud noise coming from underground, the ground trembled strongly, everyone's center of gravity was unstable, their bodies kept shaking, and their attention shifted from Han Qingluo's body to this sudden accident.

Taking advantage of this momentary accident, Han Qingluo quickly grabbed Owen's elbow with his left hand, pushed it with his right hand, and slapped his hand with the finger cuff on his face.

The spikes on his finger sleeve immediately pierced Owen's face, and he screamed and stepped back.

The subordinate with the gun had just reacted and was about to raise the gun in his hand, but Han Qingluo kicked him in the wrist, and the gun that was on fire immediately "slammed" in one direction, knocking off a corner of the eaves next to him.

Suddenly, another loud bang came from underground, and then the ground began to crack one after another, and the tremor of the ground knocked everyone upside down.

"Catch him for me!"

Owen collapsed to the ground, pulling out the spikes embedded in his flesh, so angry that his voice was as sharp and high as if he had been choked in his throat.

But the shaky streets make them unsteady, so how can they chase people?

Suddenly, a house next to them collapsed, and cracks in the street below them began to crack.

Unable to chase after Han Qingluo, who was unable to protect himself, Owen got up and ran towards the place where there were few cracks.

Explosions followed one after another, and it seemed that a large amount of explosives had been buried in the ground and ignited.

Han Qingluo shook his body with the shaking earth, and his previous ominous premonition seemed to be verified at this moment, how could the French army's strong firepower not be able to destroy the reactionary army with uneven combat effectiveness.

It turned out that they were deliberately brought in, intending to bury them here.

Not long after the explosion sounded, one shell after another flew into the sky overhead, bombarding the city wildly.

They really fell into the trap of the French army.

It seems that the pursuing troops were also wiped out by them.

The explosions and shells in the underground made Hawkwood City a purgatory on earth in an instant.

A cannonball exploded in the house next to Han Qingluo, and the huge impact knocked her away and fell into the cracks in the street.

The debris and dust raised by the explosion rushed towards her, and the huge roar made Han Qingluo feel tinnitus and deafness, and she lay on her stomach in the cold dirt pit, with confused eyes open, trying to get up.

But the explosion continued, and in the next second, a huge black shadow flew towards her, and she subconsciously looked back, and it was dark in front of her......

The massive boulder trapped her in the tunnel.