To be honest, looking at the black pressure and the dense rain-like cannonballs flying in his direction, even Han Xing was trembling. After all, even his head is a lifeline! If his face is black and his character is in arrears, Han Xing will be shot in the head by a cannonball and ascend to heaven directly! Even if he is an advanced evolution of the T-virus, he can't afford the consequences of moving with his head, right?

"God forbid! If the Buddha blesses, the ancestors bless! Han Xing watched the cannonballs like small black dots in his sight enlarge little by little, whistling towards him, feeling a tingling scalp and weakness in his limbs, and he wanted to do some evasive actions, but he felt that he couldn't use his strength. (In fact, even if he used the upper force, the maximum action Han Xing could do was just twisting his head and shrugging his shoulders!) ）

Cannonballs like bowling balls whizzed past Han Xing (shēn) with a sound of breaking through the air, perhaps God forbid, but Han Xing did not win the lottery.

However, the other artillerymen on the side of (shēn) were not so lucky, and one of the artillerymen on Han Xing's right hand was directly unlucky to have half of his head cut off by the cannonball, and a large amount of blood spurted out, as if it was a fountain made of blood, spraying (shè) to a height of more than two meters, and after a few seconds, the stiff corpse collapsed weakly.

Blood splattered on the back of "Eiden", so that "Narration" was frightened and raised his front hooves and screamed. Han Xing, who was on the horse, was startled, and Han Xing was pulled out of his state of fear and panic.

The sound of the cannonball landing in the ears was endless, and all the war horses entered a state of panic like "electricity", screaming "sighing and law", desperately pulling the reins, raising their front hooves, trying to break free from the reins.

Han Xing was horrified to see a few flashes of fire in his own artillery position in the distance, accompanied by the sound of explosions, and several cannons and ammunition there were unfortunately hit by British shells, resulting in a violent explosion. Not far to Han Xing's left, a cannon was hit by a flying (shè) cannonball, which separated directly from the bracket underneath and was lifted into the air, only to land heavily on the grass behind it a few seconds later, leaving only the overturned gun carriage wheels creaking and turning.

The flying British shells cut a deep, smoking "wound" in the verdant grass that stretched for several meters, and the shell that started it quietly stayed in the deepest part of the pit.

"Napoleon, are you alright?" Han Xing immediately looked at Napoleon standing in front of him, and the shadow of resolute (shēn) still stood on the battlefield, as if it were a statue that could not be shaken.

Napoleon didn't answer, but raised his right hand towards Han Xing, signaling that he was fine, after all, the battlefield was chaotic now, and there were people barking everywhere, and it was basically impossible to hear the speech!

After a short period of British shelling, the artillerymen began to load their guns in full swing again, and Han Xing also came to Napoleon's side and patted Napoleon's back with concern.

"I'm fine, Hanschel! The shelling just now was terrible! I didn't expect the British army to have such powerful firepower! Napoleon raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Han Xing with a smile. Despite this, Napoleon's face was a little pale, and even the smile was a little reluctant.

"It's amazing, the power of the cannon is terrifying! Although I had seen the cannon fire before, I had never experienced it (shēn) for the side being shelled! Han Xing covered his mouth (xiōng) with a little weakness, and said with palpitations.

"Oh my heart! Hanschel, didn't you see it, I just saw a cannonball fly over your head like this, just a little bit, and I'm sweating for you when you're done playing! Louis XVI suddenly gasped for breath and said tremblingly, comparing his fingers as he spoke.

"Why didn't I find out?" Han Xing scratched his head a little bit of the second monk and said, this touch, Han Xing suddenly felt a chill on his back rush up, because he didn't touch his hat at all!

"Where's my hat?" Han Xing's right hand trembled violently, and he tried his best to control himself not to tremble and asked.

"Your hat is glorious and righteous!" Louis XVI swallowed.

"How is that possible? I don't feel it at all! Han Xing said in a trembling voice.

"How could it not be? Am I going to lie to you? This is a cannon! The moment the shell flies over your head, you won't feel anything at all! By the time you find out you've been shot, you'll be powerless! Louis XVI explained in a trembling voice, a little frightened.

"Quick, before the British open fire, suppress them!" Napoleon had already begun to give new orders to the artillerymen, in order to suppress the British fire, Napoleon divided hundreds of cannons into five groups, each group of 20 cannons, and fired non-stop to ensure a continuous fire attack on the British army.

The French artillery began to hit the British fortress continuously, and the effect was significant, but the British did not be able to return fire again, and there were explosions on the walls of the fortress, followed by clouds of smoke, accompanied by bursts of dazzling fire, which was caused by the luck of hitting the opponent's powder keg. The walls were dusty and smoky, and each solid bullet bloomed a "little white flower" on the British wall, which was formed by flying stone debris and dust.

It was only when the smoke and dust were blown away by the salty sea breeze that Little Gibraltar revealed its present face. The already scarred façade had been rendered blank, craters and cracks were strewn across the walls of the fortress of Little Gibraltar, and the battlements had been blown beyond recognition, as if they were rolling hills, uneven and irregular like jagged shapes. Even though the shelling had stopped, there was still some peeling skin on the façade of Little Gibraltar.

This achievement seems amazing, but don't forget, Napoleon is a rare military genius in a century, artillery has existed for more than a century, there are countless brilliant or unknown generals have led artillery, but Napoleon is the only one who really thought of using artillery in a centralized manner and putting it into practice! The artillery cluster tactic may be simple, but it is a real military innovation!

The French artillery had already been fired seven or eight rounds, the barrels had passed (rè), and the shelling had to be stopped for cooling. The British began to fight back here, and it was obvious that their firepower density had decreased considerably. Obviously, this was the effect of the previous French artillery bombardment, and the fortress artillery on the walls of the British army was destroyed quite a bit!

This wave of British artillery shelling only had more than 20 shells, compared with the previous dozens of bullets, it can be said that it is sparse and better than nothing.

At this time, Han Xing had already put away the "Electricity", for no other reason, in the case of being shelled (qíng), the target on a war horse would become larger, far less safe than squatting or lying on the ground.

So Han Xing and Napoleon were crouching behind the cannon at this time, Napoleon was holding a monocular, observing the British army's firepower points, and constantly directing several nearby artillery pieces to carry out fixed-point strikes on the firepower points.

"Be careful! Napoleon! Just as Napoleon was intently observing the distance, a cannonball flew towards him, and Han Xing quickly pulled him up and pulled him to the left, and the two rolled around twice.

As soon as Han Xing turned around, he found that the place where the two of them were staying just now had turned into a deep pit, and a volleyball-sized cannonball was lying quietly at the bottom of the pit, still emitting wisps of green smoke.

Dirt splattered on their clothes and hair, making them extremely embarrassed. However, compared to the tragic fate of being smashed into (ròu) sauce, a little dirt is no longer a problem!

"Thanks, Hanschel! You saved my life! Napoleon said to Han Xing with some fear.

"Congratulations, you and Napoleon? Bonaparte's relationship reached the level of a friend of life and death (100)! The sound of the space suddenly sounded in Han Xing's mind, it was a sweet female voice.

"You triggered the series of quests, the Rise of the Emperor! Divided into five steps, each step can be rewarded with 3000 survival points, the current task is the Battle of Toulon, completion condition 1, Toulon is under the control of the French army for one day; 2, Napoleon survived. ”

"Do you accept the Emperor's Rise series of quests? (The rewards of this task can be claimed in stages, and there is no penalty for failure)"

"Accept!" Han Xing decisively chose to accept it, he originally needed to help Napoleon win the Battle of Toulon to ensure his Egyptian conquest, and he could still get a survival point, isn't this a sleepy pillow?

Ten minutes later, the French artillery had finished loading and cooling, Napoleon patted the dust on the (shēn), and ordered all the artillery to hit a weak link in the attack wall that had cracked, and with his order, hundreds of guns spat out raging fire at the same time, and the outer wall of the fortress of Little Gibraltar collapsed with a bang, showing a gap more than ten meters wide.

"Attack!" The French soldiers immediately cheered, and they even threw their hats up, and when General Dopp saw this (qíng), he immediately realized that his chance to make a name for himself had come! So he immediately drew his saber and shouted at the whole army.

This time the soldiers finally reacted, and the French army, led by General Dopp, turned into a blue billowing stream, and the French Revolutionary Army soldiers in blue and white uniforms shouted the slogan of the charge, passed the artillery position, and swarmed towards the gap in the fortress of Little Gibraltar.

As they passed the artillery position, the soldiers saluted the artillerymen and Napoleon, who politely took off his hat and waved it in his hands.

"Little Gibraltar is ours now, right?" Han Xing asked Napoleon on the side (shēn) in a low voice. He looked majestic and majestic, and his morale was like a rainbow to make the French army, and he was almost sure.

"Not necessarily, it's still a few hundred meters away from the Little Gibraltar Fortress, but the soldiers are already running! I'm worried that their stamina will be depleted early! Napoleon frowned, his blue-gray eyes staring at the small Gibraltar fortress in the distance, and sighed worriedly.