The flint ignited the primer and exploded, launching the iron balls, which roared out of the barrel of the gun, leaving bloody holes in the cattle and crashing into their internal organs.

Wild bulls are no better than humans, they have a strong vitality but at this time it has become the source of their suffering, countless iron beads are like sharp fangs churning in their bodies, piercing blood vessels and tearing internal organs, a few iron beads crashed into their eye sockets, and directly squeezed out the huge eyeballs together with some yellow and white things.

The charge came to an abrupt halt in front of the first line of warriors, and the great pain and strong vitality became the intertwined demonic twin elephants, the four hooves of the brute bulls shook stiffly, and the sharp horns of the bulls cut grooves in the ground, grinding their faces into strips of mushy flesh along with the gravel on the ground, but they still could not die peacefully.

With no one paying attention to the pain of the beasts, and the precious bullets were left for the enemy behind, the first musketeers began to quickly retreat into the tail row to reload after firing, while the second musketeers raised their cold muzzles once again to the enemies riding on the swamp monitor lizards behind.

It was so cold that he even pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the heart of these howling and struggling bulls, and it was extremely sparing to give them a painful time.

"Bang bang!" blood splattered, and the second column of musketeers stepped back, and the third column went up.

"Bang bang!" the third row of musketeers stepped back, and the first row of musketeers returned to the front.

These people perform the usual training movements like machines, raising their guns, aiming, shooting, and then backing away, as if they were shooting grass targets instead of living beings.

No one needed to look at the results of the shooting, the netted coverage of the shotguns would not spare any enemy within their range, and by the time the trapezoidal musketeers had completed the first volley, hundreds of wailing swamp warriors had fallen on the ground, and the figures of the two-legged dragon king and the poison fly had just appeared in the sky above Mudstone City.

The musketeers raised their muzzles and pointed them to the sky, and the sound of heavy horses' hooves sounded behind them.

The frightened swamp people were still hesitating whether to retreat or retreat or to retreat with their compatriots who were not dead on the ground, and Gerwulf, who had managed to avoid a disaster at the back of the group, was also staring at the end of the line and unable to speak.

He had never seen such an efficient and ruthless way of killing, the flames and orbs of iron spewing from those iron pipes were simply more ruthless than the scythe of death, such a battle was far beyond his comprehension, and he felt that he might just be having a nightmare.

Lear watched the scene indifferently, and it was no wonder that it was said that when the musket was invented, even the most despicable coward could kill the bravest general.

The slaughter resumed.

Hundreds of heavily armored cavalry rushed into the ranks of the swamp people with rolling thunder, and to their horror, these cavalrymen were not holding traditional knights' spears, but elongated iron rods like those musketeers just now.

They fired only one volley before charging into the enemy group, and then rounded the barrel of their guns and smashed their muskets like hammers at the heads of the swamp warriors who were still standing.

It's like watermelons have been opened.

Red and white brains and blood fluttered in the air like festive streamers, and abandoning the knight's spear lost its ability to tear through enemy lines, but it increased the autonomy of the cavalry in battle, and at the same time reduced their burden.

And at this time, the swamp people who are already heartbroken do not need to tear apart at all, all they need is trampling and slaughter.

The heavily armored war horses were like a giant hammer, the hands were broken when they stepped on their feet, and their ribs were broken when they stepped on their chests, and the bodies of hundreds of werewolves and lizardmen rolled in the mud like leather balls, and the iron rods in the hands of the cavalry fell mercilessly on the heads of all the enemies in front of them.

It seems that they are not fighting, but having a unique polo tournament, and because the quality of the polo is not up to par, it will be shattered at the first blow, so that this team can never decide the winner.

"Retreat! Go back to the city at once!" Gerwulf couldn't take it anymore, he spat out a mouthful of yellow bile with a 'wow', and then didn't even want the monitor lizard under his feet, and ran towards the city gate.

A small but vivid firebird flew over the heads of the knights, over the swamp warriors with their heads, over the monitor lizard on which Gerwf was riding, and then over his body, and then spun and fell into the moat with grace.

"Boom!"

The moat was filled with oil to hold back the defenders of the enemy Mudstone City, a tactic invented by Tuze and inherited by his successor, but now the river has become a yellow spring that separates life and death.

The raging flames engulfed the drawbridge in an instant, and also cut off the hope of the soldiers who rushed out of the city to return home.

Ahead, ashes, and behind were the hammers, which had been rendered by blood and bodily fluids in the hands of the enemy cavalry.

"Cover our retreat!" Gerwulf cried out in desperation to the walls, hoping to delay the enemy's pursuit so that he could escape back to the city.

"Shell the towers and let Ilore take off. Lear coldly gave the order.

"Boom!" Ross scrambled as he directed the warriors on the city wall to hinge the remaining ballista, but before they could finish aiming, dozens of shells whistled and exploded in the aisles of the towers.

At the last moment, Rose opened a Hercules shield in front of her, but although the roaring fire and flying iron pieces were blocked, the violent shockwave still pushed her body down to the gatehouse behind her.

"Poof!" Rose spat out a mouthful of blood, then leaned against the pillars like a fool and admired the view of hell from the castle towers.

Countless severed arms and stumps fluttered and spun in the air like scattered flowers, some were an arm, some were half a foot, and even a werewolf climbed to Rosko's feet with difficulty, but he had no lower body.

The flames then began to rage, dragging the dead werewolves and lizardmen into hell one by one, and more defenders began to flee to the Terricade in an attempt to find a place for themselves to survive.

But that's just the beginning.

The third round of shelling began, followed by a large black shadow rising from the bush that made a sharp whistling sound, and Gerwulf had never seen such a monster that seemed to be a mixture of eagle owls and ducks.

But what he knew was that it was over.

Although the swamp wyvern has some of the blood of a dragon, their short fleshy wings are not enough to allow them to fly high, and the poison flies, despite their lightness, know that they are no match for sea eagles just by their size.

So when Irol flew over the Mudstone City with a swarm of sea eagles, the swamp tamers just watched and forgot to intercept them, or were they also very much looking forward to what the enemy would surprise them after the cannons and muskets?

The answer will be revealed right away.

The ferocious seabirds did not launch any attack on the defenders of Mudstone, but instead roared away from the top of Mudstone City after hundreds of packages with sparks burning with sparks on the black edges fell from the eagles.

There was an earthquake.

The ground shook, the houses collapsed, and even the soldiers on the castle tower felt a violent shaking under their feet, as if some ancient beast had arched the mountain on its body to break free from the depths of the netherworld, and then they saw fire and light.

The dense explosion of hundreds of nitroglycerin explosive packets set off a huge mushroom cloud in the city, and the roaring flames swept away all the surrounding buildings like a giant python, and countless soldiers and civilians hiding in their houses rushed into the streets in flames.

They wail and run around, rolling on the ground with tears in their eyes, or trying to find a source of water to quench the fire on them, but soon they are reduced to a crackling, charred corpse that feeds the dragon's wrath with the fat in their bodies.

The swamp warriors led behind Tuze watched in amazement at what was happening in front of them, not knowing whether they should be happy or sad.

Before the war began, it had not even been half an hour, and the mud and stone city known as the 'fortress of Tataria' had already turned into a sea of fire.

Fortunately, I don't have to wail and cry in despair like those defenders, and the sad thing is that now those who are dying in the flames are their real compatriots.

"Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, General Tuze, I hope you will remember this. ”

Ignoring Tuze's expressions of incessant words beside him, Lear strode directly past the line of swamp people, a red flame swelling in his hands.

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