Wang Zifeng held the long sword in one hand and the shield in the other, looking at the opposite wall with a serious expression. There were three other warriors by his side who were equally ready for battle.

A short distance behind him, six artillerymen and a few escorts who joined later, somewhat nervously operating four pneumatic guns, bombarded the opposite wall and battlements. Two of the original artillerymen had already fallen, one killed, one seriously wounded.

The baron's guard consisted of two low-level vindictive archers, who were extremely difficult to deal with, constantly moving from the roofs and behind the walls, and would shoot two arrows at the gun emplacements in the cold. The two gunners who had been killed, and several of the guards who had shot behind the cover, were killed or wounded by these two men.

Wang Xiaofeng led a few low-level warriors with shields in front of the gunners, and with their eyesight and reflexes, they were sometimes able to block the arrows that came from them. But the gunner was still dangerous, and it was undoubtedly much easier to shoot a man in the darkness of night than to block an arrow in flight.

He had two more attack teams keep an eye on them, and as soon as they showed their heads, they would shoot them with bullets covering their heads and faces, so that they could be suppressed.

The artillery of the first real battle was in a hurry. Three or four rounds of artillery were fired before they began to shoot at the gates of the wall. Although the gates of the wall had now been blasted open, no few enemies hiding behind the battlements had been killed, and the main entrance of the Count's Castle had not been blasted open.

"The No. 1 cannon swapped out and attacked the soldiers on the roof. Gun No. 2 attacked the trebuchet on the platform on the second floor, and I saw a few guards operating it. Number three and number four continued to blast open the main entrance of the castle. Wang Zifeng ordered.

Before the second cannon could adjust its position, the opponent's trebuchet turned upside down. A stone bullet whizzed into a house on the edge of the square, leaving a hole in the roof. Miserable cries came from the house.

Wang Zifeng frowned and shouted, "Everyone, hurry up! If we are still defeated by a trebuchet with a cannon, we can buy a piece of tofu and kill us." ”

Gun No. 2 fired again and failed to hit the platform on the second floor, but it hit the corner of the top floor, knocking off the head of a guard. The two gunners adjusted their positions again and fired another shot, finally grazing one corner of the catapult, but not breaking it up.

"Swap out the bombs. Wang Zifeng said.

The loader picks up a cannonball encrusted with hedron and carefully loads it into the chamber.

Another shot fired, and a fireball exploded on the second-floor platform, engulfing the half-prepared trebuchet. Wang Zifeng saw from a distance that several guards who were covered in flames were blown away by this cannon.

At this time, the scattered bullets of the No. 1 gun also came into force, and after firing two solid bullets to calibrate the position, two more shots were missed, and finally one of the scattered bullets hit the top floor, and the steel balls plowed over the roof, and several guards fell from the upper floor covered in blood.

"Well done!" cheered around.

Wang Zifeng said to the gunner of the No. 1 gun: "Two more shots, and then switch back to solid shells and continue to smash the door! But I'm going to see if it's magic or cannon!"

On the observation position on one roof, a guard shouted: "Deputy platoon commander, there's movement over there!" Those two vindictive guys seem to be rushing over. ”

Wang Zifeng looked at it, and sure enough, the two of them jumped down from the castle like monkeys, burst out with the fighting spirit of their whole bodies, and rushed towards this side very quickly.

Gunshots rang out from the houses on either side, but the two men were too fast to be targeted, and in the blink of an eye they had covered half the distance.

"Everyone concentrate their firepower on the left, and the one on the right will be handed over to me!" Wang Zifeng turned his head to look at a few soldiers beside him, "Prepare to follow me!

The method of gathering fire really worked, and the man on the left was shot in the leg, and his feet went limp, and his body immediately stopped. This gave the fighters a chance to aim, and bullets were fired all over his body, and after a few seconds he was a corpse.

On Wang Zifeng's side, the long sword had already struck with the enemy on the right. Although Wang Zifeng still has three comrades-in-arms who are also low-level warriors. But the opponent's skill is higher, he is close to the middle level, and his body is tricky, and the sword is spicy. It was the first time for Wang Zifeng and several people to fight hand-to-hand with a strong enemy, and under the tension, they forgot about their usual drills.

They try to keep their distance from each other and give the shooter a chance to shoot. But the other party had already discovered their thoughts, constantly changing directions, and keeping a distance from them. Within a few moves, a warrior was wiped by him because he retreated to the corner of the wall and had nowhere to hide, and Wang Zifeng's left arm was also slashed.

"That's not going to work. Upstairs, you have to find a chance to shoot. Wang Zifeng said.

"You can't be on! you're too fast, you're too close!" said a soldier with an airsoft gun in the second-floor window. As he spoke, another fighter was stabbed in the thigh and had to retreat to the side.

The scene had become two against one, and after a few dangerous moves, Wang Zifeng suddenly understood that the more they wanted to distance themselves from the enemy, the more leeway the other party would be able to exert their fighting skills. The more they try to escape from the range of his moves, the more passive they become.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins, fight!

"Xu Tianle, I'm going to pounce! You have a good chance!" Wang Zifeng roared. He took advantage of the opponent's sword to slash back Xiao Xu, revealing a slight gap, and slammed the shield over, followed by the sword in his hand. Taking advantage of the opponent's dodging shield and sword, he rushed forward with all his strength and crashed into the opponent's arms.

The enemy was a little dazed by this sudden melee attack, and he wanted to use his sword to stab Wang Zifeng back, but he held his arm. A halo of vindictive energy flickered on both sides, and the two stumbled and wrestled with scattered steps.

"I still can't aim!Xiao Xu, use your sword!" shouted the gunman upstairs.

Xu Tianle wanted to slash the enemy with his sword several times, but the two of them flipped too fast, and they almost injured Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, threw himself to the side, took the initiative to fall to the ground, and took the other party down. When the person fell to the ground, the enemy had no room to move, and he wanted to get up and run away, but Wang Xiaofeng grabbed his wrist. Between the two pulling, Xiao Xu saw the opportunity and stabbed the back of the opponent's neck with a sword.

Blood spilled from the enemy's mouth, and the light of the fighting spirit on his body began to dissipate, and finally he fell softly.

Wang Xiaofeng pushed away the corpse and crawled out with the help of Xu Tianle, although he was not injured, but the whole person trembled slightly, I don't know whether he was nervous or excited. He looked at his hand, his fingers bent stiffly, because of the exertion, it hurt.

He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, suppressing all the mess of emotions to the bottom of his heart. He opened his eyes again and looked at the people who were looking at him around and shouted: "What are you stunned, continue to attack, smash this castle, and avenge Xiao Zhang and them!"