On top of the walls of the stronghold, an average of twelve musketeers fired red-hot projectiles within ten meters.

When the muskets were fired, they picked up the muskets and stepped back one meter to start loading, while the gunners behind them replaced them, fired the next round directly on the wall stacks, and then quickly retreated.

At this point, the previous group will basically be fully reloaded.

Luo Ming had also tried to ask someone else to help reload and then hand the gun to someone with better shooting skills, but he found that this was not very efficient and prone to mistakes, so he changed it to the current one.

In all, in less than ten seconds, the musketeers were already firing under the light with two rounds of rough aiming, while at the same time the guns were firing with shotguns one after another.

At a distance of less than 100 meters, even with a wooden shield and iron armor, there is a high chance that you will be hit by a projectile.

Only half of the guns in the stronghold opened fire, which already caused most of the enemy to feel panic.

You know, this is a completely different concept from being bombarded from a few hundred meters away, and the shotguns from a few hundred meters away will be very scattered, and the penetration will be much lower, not to mention that their formation at that time is also very loose.

But they are now charging intensively, and when they encounter shotguns at close range, they are likely to be directly broken in two by several shotguns, or they will be pierced by two people in a row by one shotgun, and their flesh and blood will be turned into mud.

As soon as the cannon went down, a crowd of people fell, almost like a heavy hammer, roaring to shatter their morale.

At the same time, archers hiding in some shadowy places shot arrows at the walls of the stronghold.

After all, the lighting on the head of Luoming City not only illuminates the charging cannon fodder, but also makes the figures of the musketeers and gunners clearly illuminated, making it easier to aim.

Of course, the musketeers had a breastwall in front of them, and the gunners also had a shield and a breastwork in front of them, which greatly reduced the amount of body parts they were exposed to.

However, these archers are all from Belan, and they are specially selected archery masters, and they can still guarantee a certain hit rate at a distance of less than eighty meters.

Most of the arrows still stuck to the walls, or flew over the sides and heads of the soldiers, but a few of the arrows landed on the musketeers, who were barely able to protect their faces, and one of the musketeers fell backwards with an exclamation of surprise from the arrows in the cheek.

Of course, there were also reserve soldiers in the city, who quickly rushed up to replace him.

Although these reservists had only fired thirty rounds of ammunition during the last few days of improvised training, they were able to use it, and it was quite reliable if he was allowed to shoot a group of enemies at a distance of fifty meters.

A few soldiers angrily adjusted the brackets of a few concave mirrors so that it shone their light on shadowy places that they had not paid attention to, and several musketeers armed with heavy arquebuses replaced their shotguns and fired indiscriminately at those places.

The shotguns they used were about five millimeters in diameter, and each cartridge contained twenty of them, made of lead, which had a certain probability of penetrating ordinary iron armor at this distance, and even more so in a place where there was no armor protection, it was certain that a deep wound would appear.

After all, the archers are basically Beran masters, and they are very sorry for their lives, and they all wear armor one by one, but there are still many casualties under the strafing of shotguns.

After all, a gun can shoot twenty shotguns, and in the same amount of time, if the archer wants to ensure the range, he can't even shoot three arrows, not to mention that the opponent has an earthen wall to protect it, and shooting at it is simply looking for abuse.

If there were a few hundred archers, they might be able to suppress the musketeers at the head of the city, but now it didn't make a difference.

As soon as an archer fired an arrow, his eyes widened, and then, while shouting danger, he fell to the ground and rolled twice more.

Before his eight companions could react, they were torn apart with a loud bang.

Except for the outermost circle of camouflage, the bushes on the top of the mountain have been bulldozed by Luo Ming's people, and even the excess stones have been blown up and removed, and the archers have no cover available at all.

Among the cannon fodder, there were also several masters, and the first one of them looked at this messy battle situation, snorted coldly, and immediately began to prepare a new strategy on the spot.

"Your Majesty, look over there!"

Luo Ming suddenly heard a young voice shouting loudly, and he flew up directly from the city wall, and soon reached the other end of the wall.

"Which side?" he asked, already looking ahead, spotting the anomaly before the young man could reply.

Several huge wooden shields didn't stop for a moment, and kept rushing forward, already crossing half the distance!

Behind these wooden shields, there were people who followed, carrying wooden ladders, and walking briskly.

A few muskets were aimed at that side, and a single solid bullet was directly fired, enough to penetrate a projectile of ordinary heavy armor at a distance of eighty meters, but it could not penetrate the wooden shield to deal effective damage at a distance of forty meters!

Luo Ming was speechless, and then put down the things he was carrying.

"Probably a spell...... It's a pity I'm here today. ”

The wooden shield was obviously made of multiple layers of wooden shields, perhaps a palm's width thick, no wonder it could block the bullets of heavy arquebuses.

Luo Ming thought to himself that it would be very tiring for him to carry such a big thing for a distance, and it was estimated that those masters used spells to stimulate their physical strength.

With such a thick plank, let alone bullets, even some small-caliber shells may be able to withstand it.

Luo Ming vaguely remembered that the sail warships on Earth were able to withstand some of the shelling of enemy ships by relying on their thick and tough wooden hulls.

And those masters happened to seize the opportunity when the previous cannon was fired and the latter cannon was still reloading, so that the artillery didn't have time to change direction and aim, and they were keen-eyed.

It's a pity that Luo Ming is here - although he is only one person, but at the moment it is a defensive battle, and the defenders are born to take advantage, even if he doesn't use the Tianquan Sword, he still has many ways to exert the power that is enough to thwart the enemy's several sword masters!

Luo Ming directly opened the ring space, pulled out a small cannon from it, and set it on the wall battlement.

And the small cannon had a bracket in the middle, which was inserted into the ground by Luo Ming with the assistance of Dou Qi.

"Trial-made two-pound portable single-person field gun, today is just a good start with your Belan masters!"