The commander of the 1st Artillery Division, Lord Seiters, saw the more than 800 vampires turn into bats and fly towards the city wall.

To tell the truth, the artillery unit is extremely safe on the battlefield where the opponent has no counterfirepower, and it should be said that it is extremely safe; whether you are a cannon fodder demon or an elite demon, but if you want to attack the artillery operators, you must first break the few lines of defense laid by the little dwarf Master Modo.

This kind of feeling that can harvest the opponent's life on a large scale, and even if the opponent hates itchy, he can't fight back, which really makes Master Seiters feel cool to the bone.

However, this does not mean that they artillery masters are free of everything, and Seiters knows very well that they will definitely be the target that the other party wants to destroy the most as long as possible.

If these vampires can successfully pounce on the walls, their targets will definitely be artillery, which has caused great damage to the Burning Legion, but their own melee ability is extremely poor.

It's not that Master Setes is afraid of death, all he cares about is these under him, the operators who are like baby bumps.

Each of these people is a skilled veteran who has undergone long-term training, and with these people, after the thousands or tens of thousands of artillery pieces promised by the little dwarf Master Modo are in place, Seitz can have enough skilled operators to bring those rookie recruits who don't know anything.

Of course, Seitz believes that neither Master Modo nor his comrades in other arms around him will allow these vampires to rush onto the city wall and wantonly kill their own artillerymen, and will definitely do their best to stop these vampires and kill them directly before they even reach the city wall.

But are the officers and men of the 1st Artillery Division really helpless against these vampires, who have turned into small bats? A fierce smile rose from the corner of Seites's mouth, and he wanted to prove that what the vampires expected in their hearts was nothing more than their wishful thinking.

"Attention to all twelve-pounder guns, all are loaded with No. 7 shells, and after they are reloaded, no one can fire without my orders. The teacher, who raised the loudspeaker, repeatedly gave this order to his subordinates three times.

At this time, more than fifty twelve-pounder cannons had just fired a wave of concentrated fire attacks at the shield wall made by the black knights, and most of them were stunned for a moment after hearing the order to bullet the seventh, but they still obeyed the good obedience they had cultivated after a long period of strict military discipline.

After the comrades cleaned the chamber, the loader first filled the gunpowder pack, and then found a pack of so-called No. 7 bullets, which were loaded into the bore and clenched hard; the so-called No. 7 bullets were a pack, thousands of extremely small steel balls, which were slightly larger than iron sand.

These artillery operators, apart from a few test shots during training, really haven't fired this thing in actual combat.

Soon, the bat, fluttering with a pair of small wings, entered the range of a mile away from the city wall, and Master Seiters immediately roared and issued the first order: "The six-pounder cannon raises its muzzle, and the target vampire bat swarm is fired." ”

It took several seconds for the six-pounder gunners to adjust their muzzles and then suddenly ignite the fuse, and a few seconds later, more than a thousand shotguns smashed into the bat's flight queue.

Unfortunately, the targets of these bats are too small, and they are not fast in the process of flying, but their reactions are very amazing, and under their almost performative dodge, only two dozen bats are hit by scattered bullets.

The specific four directions are divided into just a few vampires on each wall.

The bats hit by the scattered bullets immediately fell from the air, and after falling to the ground, they immediately showed their original form as vampires, and after collapsing to the ground, they convulsed violently on the ground, and looked extremely injured.

In this world, there is no such thing as being 100% perfect, just as vampires can not only fly but also have high agility after turning into bats, and their defense is also weakened to the point of almost nothing.

These two dozen vampires who were hit did not die tragically on the spot, but also due to their amazing vitality.

The first blood-red bat, covered in a large amount of golden thread, let out a smirk scream, this legendary powerhouse with the title of Duke of Vampire was very excited that the team had only suffered such a small casualty and approached the city wall.

They were now only three hundred paces away from the city wall, which they would be able to reach in a matter of twenty breaths, and when the time came, the commander would surely reward the blood clan and himself with a heavy reward for dealing with these strange iron pipes that were the most threatening.

It's just that this vampire duke, who has fallen into the beautiful fantasy of being promoted, raised, and on the pinnacle of life, didn't notice that the muzzles of more than fifty twelve-pounder cannons were all aimed at them.

Or, the Duke had noticed this, but he didn't take it to heart at all, in his opinion: these strange weapons might have a great effect on a bulky and stupid big man like the Black Knight, but they were not a great threat to the nimble bloodline.

At this moment, the vampire duke heard the sheep-headed commander and shouted again: "All twelve-pounder cannons, target vampire bats, fire." ”

Almost at the same time, the Duke also issued a sharp reminder to the other vampires under his command, although after each fire, the casualties of more than two dozen vampires were harmless to the total strength of the vampires, but the vampires present, each of them was the elite of the clan, and if they could sacrifice one less, they would try to reduce one as much as possible.

"Boom~" A series of thunderous cannons rang out continuously, and the Duke who was ready to dodge the projectiles suddenly screamed as if the end had come, and what appeared in front of them was an overwhelming small steel ball.

Not to mention that there are tens of thousands of steel balls, shrouded in their formation, if in the normal form of a vampire, this kind of steel ball hits the body, it is just a minor injury that is more troublesome to clean the wound, but now in the form of a bat, it is a fatal thing.

With endless grievances and tragic wails, the sound of cannons passed, and the low air, which was originally full of bats, was suddenly completely empty.

There were suddenly hundreds more seriously injured vampires rolling and wailing on the ground, and the same number of vampires were directly in the air and were beaten into a blood mist, and soon a dense burst of muskets rang out, and none of these vampires survived.

Even the Venerable Duke of Vampire, a powerful legendary master, saw that things were not going well, and instantly used his domain power, turning into hundreds of smaller bats and fleeing in all directions.

However, the Duke was horrified to find that there was no so-called gap in the air densely covered with bullets for him to dodge.

In the end, the Duke, who had been hit by two pounds of steel balls, lay weakly under the corner of the wall, only a few steps away from the city wall, and the last scene he saw before he died was: a sheep-headed man, who drew his bow and arrows at him......