The centaur team charged as soon as they dispersed, covering a distance of several kilometers in a matter of minutes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the human camp, the neat array of magic crystal muskets is ready to go, just waiting for this group of stupid black and rough orc barbarians to rush into the range and send them to death.

Pity.

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Smoke rose from the muzzle of the raised Serrajion, and with the rotation of the rifling and the powerful muzzle velocity, 13 rounds of bullets were gorgeously sprinkled into the center of the human camp.

The scattered bullets turned out to be Brownian at the end, and only two unlucky people were hit in the head by inaccurate bullets, and blood flowed out of the hole with brains, startling their companions.

"How could it be a magic crystal musket? This range ...... Bursts? ”

Mihawk knew very well that the magic crystal musket in Baron Richard's hand was already the latest musket "Kiss of the Goddess of Magic" in the Church of Magic, with a range of nearly 500 meters and an effective range of 200 meters, which was enough for two arrows. Compared with the eliminated goods in the hands of various small lords, whether it is to suppress the untouchable rebellion or to fight with other forces, it has the upper hand.

But the Kiss of the Goddess of Magic still has no ability, no ability to do continuous fire, and no ability to ensure that the bullet is still lethal at a distance of 600 meters. But the "Magic Crystal Musket" in the hands of this group of centaurs did it.

The front foot only won a big victory in the orc siege, and the back foot was actually suppressed by a group of barbarians with unknown muskets with range, how can this be endured?

The centaurs finished their circles and quickly met together, and walked away in the aggrieved looks of Mihawk and the others.

"What's the situation?" The centaurs came and went like the wind and their inexplicable actions puzzled Captain Murray, who was not familiar with the tactics of land warfare.

"They're just here to harass." Mihawk had already figured it out, "No magic crystal musket has a longer range than the Kiss of the Goddess of Magic, those centaurs should be shooting bullets into the air like throwing bows and arrows, there is no threat to us, the two guys who hung up today are just too unlucky." Leave this group of orc barbarians alone, hold on for a few days, and when they reach the city, the magic crystal artillery will teach them how to be human. ”

"What you say makes a lot of sense, so let's get on with our trip."

Thinking of the cowardice of the centaurs, Murray believed that Mihawk's explanation was the truth, and ordered the march to continue.

Although Mihawk persuaded Murray to come over, he was beating a drum in his heart: "Could it be that there are other human forces in the subcontinent that have landed?" ”

Thinking of this, Mihawk felt that it was even more necessary for him to visit the kobold tribe.

Mihawk is worried on this side, and the centaurs on the other side are not very interested.

With the character of the centaurs, they naturally wanted to rush into the crowd and hula and shoot randomly, but the human musket array swaggered in front of the formation and adjusted its position at any time with the movement of the centaur troops.

"I didn't expect that! It was discovered at such a distance! "Brandon, as the current lord of the Sorrowful Wind Clan, took all the men and horses to find a grassy area to rest for a while.

"It's supposed to be some kind of snooping magic." Although the personality of the former Chief Brandon has been refreshed, the memory of seeing is still that of the former Brandon, and he is no stranger to magic, "We have McElvier's scouting team, and we have leveled it." ”

"You can't do that tomorrow, it's a waste of bullets!" Dozens of centaurs, a salvo released nearly a thousand bullets, it was very cool, but it was faintly painful, which was one-tenth of the bullet quota of the centaur Sera Jiong squad.

"It doesn't matter, although the speed of this group of humans is not fast, it will be almost to the ambush point in ten days. And our purpose is not to kill them, but to make them unhappy. Brandon is a serious man of the sixteen-character mantra, "Let's find a place to rest now, and when they're done, we'll get up and continue." ”

The group of centaurs relied on their feet and heavenly vision, ran early out of the range of truth on the opposite side, and swaggered to rest on the spot.

Anyway, the task of the centaurs is not to fight hard, but to make these humans exhausted.

The centaurs swaggered to rest, but the human conquerors still had to continue the march with dark circles under their eyes, and yesterday's small round of harassment of the centaur team had already caused a lot of noise in the team, but the centaurs scattered far away and away, and the musket array in the human camp did not fire a single shot, and they were extremely aggrieved.

With Serrajiong's firepower, it is really not possible to say that it will cause damage to this team, and Mihawk guessed correctly. The problem is that the stragglers in the team don't think so, don't look at the only two bullets, what if one of them hits my head?

Relying on the supply of hot air balloons back and forth overhead, the half-man team entered the rhythm of sleeping during the day and harassing at night.

"Mihawk, our troops have been harassed to the point of serious sleep deprivation, it is better to reduce the vigilance personnel at night, anyway, the stray bullets in the sky have almost no effect, so just let them go." Five days later, in the evening, Murray found Mihawk.

The result of the centaur these days turned out to be a shameful 5 kills, and no important people were killed, whether it was mage, artillery, musketeers, or a few commanders, none of them even scratched the oil skin, and the few killed were all unlucky people from the slave camp.

When Murray expressed similar intentions to Mihawk, Mihawk shook his head: "These centaurs are fast and have a lot of firepower, and the consequences of bursting muskets once they storm the camp are unimaginable. At the current rate, we will be at the position in three days, and when we get to the position, we will direct the group of slaves to dig a trench properly, and once their legs are useless, we will easily kill them. ”

For the battle between centaurs and human troops on the grassland, Zhong Bugs didn't pay too much attention to it, this group of humans tried in vain to defeat the kobold tribe with a few cannons, and their morale should not be too high.

Just five days earlier, the centaurs had just left the tribe, and Gareth, the kobold the gunner, the commander of the gunpowder artillery, hurried into the tribal temple to meet the high priest.

"High Priestess, it's out!"

"What's that?"

Gareth excitedly threw out a piece of cloth and patted Bugs Zhong's beloved mount, Xiaohong.

Xiaohong snorted, expressed her displeasure at Gareth's big and small movements, and snorted a small fire.

The piece of cloth in Gareth's hand flashed brightly in the flames, and then dissipated into light smoke, leaving only a little ash.

"Smokeless gunpowder has been made?" Bugs Zhong was overjoyed, and then threw out a stack of drawings, "Make a finished product according to this, you don't need to consider mass production, just make a handful by hand, and you don't need too many bullets, just enough for this one." ”

"What is this?" Gareth had limited information in his head and didn't know what the high technology on the drawings was.

"Mosin-Nagant."