When Gerwuff saw dozens of black hollow iron pipes framed by huge wheeled carts appearing under the city, he instinctively felt a great panic.

"Attack, attack!" he gave the first order to attack, whatever it was, they must be destroyed as soon as possible!

The sound of the turntable dragging its hinges began to ring across the city walls, and Gerwulf, who was already an expert in equipment, had transformed the bed crossbow with an unprecedented burst effect, which was the key to his appreciation for West.

Imagine hundreds of giant bed crossbows lined up on the battlefield, and crossbow arrows up to two meters thick to arm length, charging at the enemy at a speed that the air wails in, it would be a nightmare for any ground force.

There was a tremor between the female wall and the female wall, and the huge recoil force of the bed crossbow caused the stone dust to fall along the boulder wall, and when the first ballista broke through the restraints of the machine, the last ballista also tore the air into a few obvious ripples.

Hundreds of crossbows fired in unison, and the tips of the spears shining with cold light were like the heads of pythons that chose to devour people, dragging the heavy miasma in the swamp towards Jeremy and the others.

"Puff puff. Like the sound of sharp hail hitting thick cotton, the scene that Gerwulf had expected of the man running away on his back did not appear, and all the crossbow guns crashed into a wide and thick atmospheric shield,

The huge inertia and the tail of the crossbow vibrated violently in the air, but it could not break through the magic blockade in any way, and the atmospheric shield was followed by Lear's casually raised right hand, and Jeremy had already completed the calibration of the cannon.

"Fire!"

If it weren't for the heavy artillery to get to Mudstone, Lear's army would have been on the ground a day ago, and now Gerwf would have learned what real equipment is.

The black balls were obviously less powerful than the two-meter-long balls, but when they landed in dozens of parabolas on the walls and the corridors of the towers, Gerwulf understood the source of his initial panic.

Fire and light intertwine into a hellish landscape.

The shock of the explosion of the cannonball that hit the city wall first caused strong unease to the defenders, and then more cannonballs exploded on the tower, and the violent shock wave began to harvest life in one step.

The soldier next to the explosion point of the cannonball first felt a huge thrust, like a heavy hammer hitting the chest, smashing the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys inside, including the bones that protected the internal organs instantly turned into deadly spikes, the heart was pierced, the lungs were pierced, the liver was pierced, and all were pierced.

Then a pressure began to develop in the body from the outside in, as if to squeeze all the internal organs out of the throat cavity, but due to the obstruction of the narrow throat, only a mouthful of blood mixed with the fragments could be squeezed out.

But the ensuing splash of iron freed their bodies.

Sharp pieces of iron were embedded in their thighs, abdomen, chest, and skull, but more often than not, they penetrated directly, and the gaps in their bodies allowed the swollen fluids and internal organs in their bodies to find a breakthrough, so that the red, blood, white, and crushed organs of the brain poured out of those wounds, scrambling to take another look at this beautiful world before they stopped beating.

The flames consumed everything in an instant, and the lives that were torn apart by the explosion turned into burning charred corpses, using the fat contained in their strong bodies as an offering to the last light of the world.

The first shelling took more than two hundred lives, and the defenders crowded on the walls were undoubtedly the best targets, there were no survivors, not even screams, and the dead died peacefully, except for the unnatural shaking of the corpses when the fire burned to the tendons, and few suffered greatly.

It was only those who were still alive who suffered, and several emotions began to well-up in their eyes—fear, sadness, and despair.

"Go on. Lear said with a blank face.

"Boom, boom!" The continuous roar of artillery fire began to cover the sky and land of Mudstone City, and before the sun set, the sky above Mudstone City was buried in a thick cloud of white smoke and dust.

Darkness haunted the hearts of every defender like a ghost crawling from the depths of their souls, leaving them with no light of hope other than fear.

"Think of a way!" Gerwulf grabbed Rosko by the neck, and in the previous report, the witch had not said that the enemy had such a weapon in his hands.

"It's... This..."Rose was also frightened, but what could she do, the current situation was like the enemy had hundreds of mages constantly bombarding the city tower with fireball magic, but the witch force under her control was less than fifty people, what to fight?

"Rubbish!" Gerwulf kicked Roseco down, then rushed down the city in a rage.

This time, in order to escort him, he also brought a lot of troops, including the bipedal Wyvern King and the Brute Bull, for the sake of the plan, the only way to avoid being buried alive in the city by endless artillery fire is to rush out and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

"Open the gates, light the tail of the bull, and the whole army is ready to charge!"

This was the improvised method that Gerwulf had come up with when he came down from the castle tower, and with these crazy brutes taking the lead, they could easily break up the enemy's formation, and when the time came, they would be involved in hand-to-hand combat, and those terrifying iron pipes would naturally be useless.

And the enemy would never have imagined that he would dare to charge in such a situation, and it would be impossible to win the game in one fell swoop.

At the thought of this, a smug smile tugged at the corners of Gerwulf's lips, and his tendrils trembled to himself, as if he was also smug for their master.

The heavy drawbridge crashed into the ground on the other side of the moat.

"Charge!" Gruff straddled the back of a swamp monitor lizard and rushed out of the city gate along with hundreds of crazy bulls.

The shaking earth caught Lear's attention, and it was only a kilometer away from the city gate to them, and judging by the speed of the bull's charge, it was too late to adjust the muzzle of the cannon at this time.

"Your Excellency!" Tuze stepped forward to Lear with grief, the flames of anger burning in his eyes, and the desire for battle was extremely obvious.

"No, you can just watch this battle. Lear replied lukewarmly, then glanced at Jeremy.

"Musketeers! out!" Jeremy looked at the command, for the first time since the Battle of Spartacus, he had the opportunity to play, so the orders were louder.

Hearing this, more than 1,000 soldiers quickly lined up in three columns in front of the artillery position, and removed the black object wrapped in a tarpaulin soaked in castor oil.

In order to reduce the corrosion of the swamp barrier on the firearms, these things had been tightly wrapped around the backs of the warriors, and when they finally showed their true appearance in the hands of the warriors, Tuze realized that these muskets were very different from the muskets in the hands of the fish-people he had seen.

First of all, the length has been more than doubled, and the tens of centimeters of brackets wrap around the tail and even the lower half of the musket, and the length of the gun has been lengthened to more than one meter, and the front support, the bolt, and the junction of the wooden handle and the barrel are surrounded by three wooden tenons, and the fire rope that would have been exposed on the side of the gun is gone, replaced by a white stone that can be faintly seen at the bolt.

Immediately with their guns in hand, all the warriors took out a small bag and poured a black and yellow powder into it, and then took out another bag and filled the barrel with tiny iron balls.

After all this was done, the first column of soldiers quickly marched forward and knelt down, while the last two rows stood by solemnly with guns in hand, and by this time the enemy brute bulls had completed two-thirds of the charge.

"Closer, closer!"

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Jeremy's forehead, and even his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, this was the first time he commanded the musketeer team to fight, although he had gone through countless exercises and experiments before, and had established a solid confidence in the power of the musket team, but the first battle object was the target of the brute bull known for his hard skin, and he was indeed a little apprehensive in his heart.

The tremor on the ground was getting stronger and stronger, and the first column of soldiers could almost feel the pain of the sharp stones on their knees piercing the cloth and cutting through the flesh, but without the commander's order, everyone forcibly suppressed the tension and fear in their hearts, and firmly nailed to the ground like hundreds of iron nails.

"Fire!"

It wasn't until the crazy bulls had already rushed closer to the point that they were less than fifty meters away from the musketeers, and even the musketeers at the head could see the cold light reflected from the bulls' sharp horns, that Jeremy finally gave the order to attack!

"Bang bang!" was enveloped in a thick, pungent smell of gunsmoke.

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