Forty paces, even when the Roland Empire cottage musketeers were frantically shooting at the kobolds, the orcs did not stop moving forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the comrades-in-arms who fell one after another, among the more than 1,000 people, there was not even a single one who looked down and looked down; the vacant seats that appeared when the comrades-in-arms in the front row fell were filled up by the kobolds behind them in two quick steps.

It was as if it was just a blink of his eyes, and the battle line of the kobolds on the opposite side became neat again, they were like marionettes, neat and uniform, and they didn't know what they were afraid of.

Even those wounded who fell to the ground, their first action when they fell to the ground was not to look at their own wounds, but to subconsciously cover their mouths to prevent their wails from affecting their comrades.

Even the commander of the Roland Empire saw with his own eyes that the strong mastiff commander who was standing on the side of the first row of battle lines and holding a saber and shouting orders was shot in the abdomen when he fired for the first time on his side.

After being shot, the mastiff commander stumbled obviously, and then a large amount of blood flowed out of the wound on his stomach, even if the mastiff officer immediately grabbed his scarlet cloak and plugged it on the wound, it still had no effect.

However, even after being so mortally wounded, the mastiff commander still kept shouting steady commands in a slightly out of voice with a slightly out-of-tune voice, and the snowy command saber in his hand was raised high.

"Crazy! These orcs are all crazy, what do they want to do, do they have to shove the barrel into our mouths before they fire. The commander of the Roland Empire muttered to himself, the expression of horror on his face was so obvious.

Then he turned his head to look at his soldiers, and suddenly yelled angrily: "Waste, you waste, hurry up and reload, if you don't want to die, hurry up and reload." ”

At the same time as yelling, he drew his command saber, turned the back of the knife and frantically slammed it at the helpless soldiers around him, smashing his head and covering his face.

According to the regulations, the musketeers who had finished shooting their muskets should retreat to the last row as soon as possible. While letting go of the shooting boundary, try to refill it again, but what are these wastes doing?

Except for a small number of soldiers who remembered this, they were scrambling to reload their muskets, but the almost complete out-of-shape movement in the panic made the reloading speed several times slower than usual.

And more musketeers, seeing the kobold musketeers getting closer and closer, fell into a stupor, and the closer they got closer, the more terrifying the accuracy and power of the muskets became, and they also knew this very well, and what a frenzied thing it would be for these more than a thousand flat muskets to fire at this distance.

The sharp roar of the commander of the Roland Empire completely woke them up, if it weren't for the strict military discipline of the Roland Empire, they would have all run away, but now they can only step up the reloading of muskets to see if there is a chance to shoot again.

But it was too late......

Thirty paces, the mastiff commander of the kobold musketeer finally gave the order to stop, at this distance, not to mention the frightened expression on the face of the human musketeer on the other side, the eyesight is better, and even the pimples on the other party's face can be seen clearly.

"Ready~" dragged a long tail note, the mastiff commander seemed to want to advance against casualties along the way, and the pressure and frustration he was under were all vented, and he shouted the order with the strength that almost tore his throat: "Fire." ”

"Huh~" The crisp sound of muskets rang out, and the Roland Empire's cottage musketeer troops, the powerful battle line that had been out of shape, seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and nearly three hundred people fell in an instant;

Then two successive waves of gunfire rang out, and when the kobold musketeers on the opposite side fired the preloaded muskets in their hands, the commander of the Roland Empire found that there were few people left in the first row of the three battle lines lined up by his musketeers.

At this time, both sides were loading, but it seemed that his side had been reloaded for a while, and there was still hope of winning, thinking of this, his heart became hot, and he immediately issued a new order: "Grenadier, the kobold in front of the target drops the bomb." ”

The grenadiers, who looked at the musket troops in front of them with heavy casualties, immediately reflexively ignited the iron ball bomb in their hands and threw it forward.

However, the next scene made the commander of the Roland Empire sad and indignant, and he cursed the royal alchemists of the imperial capital madly in his heart.

Because those royal alchemists who always lift their chins to the sky, they spent countless financial and material resources of the empire, and the imitation gunpowder is not far from the genuine product of the steel collar, in order to ensure the power of the iron ball bomb, they almost loaded twice the gunpowder of the steel collar, so the weight and size of the bomb are naturally a lot larger.

Then, the iron ball bombs that carried the only hope of victory for the commander of the Roland Empire basically fell more than ten steps away from the kobold musketeers, and when the continuous explosion of the iron ball bombs only achieved few results, the commander remembered that this pit thing could not be thrown far at all.

Even if a few officers with a good fighting spirit base threw them at the feet of the kobold musketeers, and then the commander of the Roland Empire saw his incredible scene:

The nearest kobold musketeer, without any hesitation, directly pounced on the bomb that was about to explode, and in the end, although the brave kobold was blown apart, the rest of the kobold who were not even a step away were not affected much.

"Prepare, aim. The mastiff commander on the opposite side issued an order again, which terrified all the Roland Empire cottage musketeers, and the interval between their last wave of shots was no more than ten breaths at most.

"Why do they load their muskets so fast. Countless such doubts began to rise, and then three successive waves of muskets were raised, and then the cottage musketeers who had once stood in front of the grenadier units of the Roland Empire were basically swept away.

The cottage grenadiers who were still intact, as well as the cottage musketeers who rarely survived under the platoon guns, could no longer withstand the strong pressure and completely collapsed.

They threw down the unlit bombs in their hands, the baskets behind them, and even the steel helmets on their heads were worth throwing away, in short, they ran all the way to death, throwing away everything they could.