"Retreat, retreat! speed up, keep coordinated!" Moussell shouted loudly, ignoring his majestic image. He knew that the strange firearms in the hands of these mysterious opponents were extremely powerful when attacking at medium and long ranges, but these orc soldiers who used firearms themselves had no power to fight back in terms of their individual ability when facing a master of battle or magic like them.

When the formation stabilized, the Audran army finally entered a normal fighting state. One by one, they dismounted, trampled on the corpses of their companions, and resolutely retreated. The small yellow metal, which was frantically harvesting life just now, is now powerlessly beating and roaring outside the protective shield. In the middle of these overwhelming yellow metals, there were also a few black, longer and larger metals mixed in with them, and the shield was pressed down and recessed, but it was immediately bounced open again.

To be honest, even though this shield is tough enough, and the battle qi and mental power that each person needs to emit are not too much. However, in order to maintain this protective shield well, it is necessary to make everyone's rhythm of action as consistent as possible. The maintenance of this balance is more exhaustive than the strength of battle and mental power, and everyone feels that it is very difficult to maintain it, and the sooner they withdraw from the enemy's attack range, the better.

Once the shield's energy had stabilized a bit, Mussell once again commanded his team to retreat. At the same time, a sharp scream fell from the sky, followed by a continuous "boom" and an explosion that was even more violent than before. At this time, the reinforced protective shield also cracked. Large and wide cracks appeared on the protective shield, making the people of Mussell and others who were protected in the protective shield tremble, judging from the violent explosions that made them frightened just now, if they lost the protection of the protective shield, the prince did not doubt that his group of people would be blown into meat sauce.

It would be in vain to stop and strengthen the shield, and Muser urged his men loudly: "Retreat, quickly!"

Less than twenty meters after the more than 1,000 unlucky people had withdrawn, several more sharp whistling sounds fell, followed by crazy explosions and gunsmoke. Finally, under this blow, the powerful shield shattered, and all the raiders of the Odran Empire were unhindered to the attack of the mysterious military camp.

Although the shield was shattered, it still faithfully resisted the previous explosion, and no one was harmed by the explosion, but the powerful impact generated by the explosion bleed to death in an instant. The rest of the crowd were also hit by the violent concussions of the explosion and the breaking of the shield, and they were all injured to a greater or lesser extent.

At the moment when the shield shattered, Mussell and the others shouted "Not good!" and some of the surviving soldiers hurriedly gathered around the prince, using their bodies to block the small metal that killed him. As soon as the protective ring was formed, those loyal soldiers had already suffered heavy casualties. Mussell shouted bitterly: "Run, run!" The attack had failed, and although the distance was already very short, in front of the small metal that could not see the flight path with the naked eye at all in the rainstorm, Mussell knew that his team would not have any better outcome than being slaughtered. All he had to do now was for someone to escape, to report this short but tragic battle to the upper echelons of the Empire, and not to let the tragedy of his cavalry happen again.

Musser's decisiveness was quite good, and his command was always very timely, even compared to the famous generals of the Empire, Mussell was known for his decisiveness and perseverance. The order for him to flee was not untimely, and it was brief enough not to dwell on the dignity and honor of those, and the simple two "escapes" showed his simplicity.

But no matter how crisp he commanded, he couldn't beat the speed of the cannonballs. Just after she gave the order to flee, several mortar shells fell straight into the crowd, not counting the 7.62mm steel core shells that hit like a scoop.

With the violent shock wave brought by the violent explosion, and the metal fragments scattered in all directions, the surviving raiders of the Oldland Empire screamed again, and many people were directly broken down into a pile of minced flesh under the power of the explosion, which was indeed rare in the past wars on this continent.

Of these explosions, Mussell was less than five paces away, but Mussell was knocked to the ground with his attendants by a soldier who sensed danger, and the soldier was torn into several pieces by the explosion behind him. And everyone else, like this tragic death of the soldier, died a miserable death.

However, thanks to the excellent quality of individual physical strength in all aspects on the Adiyak Continent, coupled with the fact that these soldiers are all experienced in battle formations, after the large overall protective shield was blown apart, everyone has more or less blessed themselves with a new protective shield, but some people are strong and some people are weak. So even if the dense formation was dropped into the crowd by several mortar shells, and there were dense bullets in front of them firing wildly, there were still some lucky guys who were not killed, and there were even people who were not slightly injured. However, this is no longer a question of strength, it is purely a matter of who has better luck when shrapnel and bullets are flying.

"Hehe, little natives, come and eat your cat grandpa's big mouth!" Wu Shichao roared wildly, kicked away the empty magazine that popped up, replaced it with a new one, raised his gun to lock, and smiled with a cat face.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun burst out with a half-foot-long fire, and a black and red bullet came out of the chamber, and at the front end of the bullet, a concave cross was quite eye-catching!

"Poof!"

A shot Oldland Empire soldier fell to the ground spurting blood, and a fist-sized blood hole in his chest was unusually dazzling in the light of the flares.

"Yo, Damm, you're ruthless. Yu Shan took advantage of the gap in shooting and looked at Wu Shichao with some surprise.

"How can you do it if you are not ruthless? Do you remember what Chief Fu said?" Wu Shichao put down the rifle in his hand and said with a breath.

"What words?" In the fierce gunshot, this abrupt question made the second monk of Yu Shan Zhangji puzzled.

"If you don't go crazy, you can't live!"

Another shot, and an unlucky guy was blown open by a dummy bullet.

On the battlefield, such a scene is still happening, one by one Oldland Imperial soldiers fell to the ground in the chaos of gunfire, turning into a ghost under the gun, but this is good, at least you can get a whole corpse if you die. The worst ones were killed by shells, and their bodies were blown up by shock waves and fragments, shattered into pieces, and mixed together with blood, and the only way to deal with them was to burn them all with one fire.

"Vomit—"

On the wall of the ancient castle in the distance, many orc soldiers of the garrison who were watching the battle situation here couldn't help but vomit, even Hao Qingma, a veteran of his life, had an extremely ugly face.

"You are satisfied with this gift. Wang Tiehammer looked at the high wall, and the corners of his mouth showed an unfathomable smile.