"Third queue, shoot!"

A loud shout rang out over the city walls.

Old York hurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun, and set the adjusted magnification telescope on the butt of the gun, and picked on the nobles in gorgeous costumes.

When he shot two times before, he had already found a target, and he was the one who wore the most sassy bag!

"Charge...... Charge! Under the walls of the royal capital, the Grand Duke of Barrow shouted loudly, and although the dense gunfire and the roar of artillery continued to sound on the battlefield, there was not a trace of fear in his heart, he believed that the gods were protecting him, and that the armor he had bought at a high price had the best protection.

Vaguely, Barrow seemed to have seen the moment when he rushed into the city, killed the puppet king Khattar, and took the crown!

An indescribable excitement filled his brain, but the next moment, his mind froze, and a round buckshot burst through the air, piercing through the divine barrier in an instant, and shooting straight into Barrow's eyes through the gap in the armor!

The power of the magic is fading, and the consciousness is rapidly peeling away, and the moment Barrow loses consciousness, he suddenly realizes that the so-called kingship is nothing more than an ethereal temptation, and these people are just cannon fodder to consume the enemy.

"Perfect!" Old York, who received a head on the city wall, applauded his outstanding marksmanship, that unlucky guy just now, the armor was so gorgeous, no matter how it should be a big nobleman, right?

That's a couple of gold coins in hand!

Old York happily replaced the projectile, and then continued to take the telescope to find the next target. Go to www,

Like him, there were not a few musketeers who were under the control of magic and desire, and the nobles on the battlefield soon died on the spot in the sound of gunfire one after another.

Although not everyone was a sharpshooter, and the nobles wore the finest armor, they couldn't stand everyone being pointed at by a dozen muskets, and they were directly beaten into a sieve after a round of shooting.

The increasing number of casualties also made the hot-blooded Hebrew and others gradually break free from the influence of divine magic.

After all, they are not foolish paupers, and even if they have the temptation to rule a kingdom, they will not be able to resist the fear of death, and the pace of their charge will become slower and slower, or they will simply shrink back and command the army to fight......

And the casualties among the soldiers were even heavier. In less than an hour, more than 4,000 people had died under the city walls, and the red blood stained a large area of land outside the city......

The sound of fighting and gunfire resounded constantly on the battlefield, sometimes accompanied by an intermittent rain of arrows, only to be quickly interrupted by artillery bombardment, leaving a sparse number of arrows, which did not pose much of a threat......

These sacrifices were not without value, they had crossed the line of death, rushed under the city walls, and the ladder to the city had been erected.

The battering ram, which was also blessed with protection, also reached the city gate under the cover of the human wall, but it was hit by a few shells, and it was beaten diagonally.

The iron hammer slammed into the city gate with an unbearable thud.

However, except for a slight tremor, the city gate is still standing, because the rear is a cement wall half a meter thick, which was made by Lynn and others using magic, and it is very strong, not to mention the battering ram, even if it is a magic to break it, it is a little difficult.

When more and more soldiers gathered under the city gates, the wizards standing on the walls finally made a move, flames, frost, lightning, falling rocks...... A succession of magic smashed down, turning the entire battlefield into hell!

Thousands of casualties were killed and wounded in this round of magic bombardment, and all the siege ladders and battering rams that had been painstakingly built were reduced to ashes......

After Elok and the others cleared the soldiers who were close to the wall, they stopped casting the spell and handed it over to the musketeers to continue the attack.

The magic power of wizards is not unlimited, usually when they release five or six magic of the same level, they will enter the dilemma of lack of mental power, you must know that those magicians have not directly entered the battlefield, and they can't invest too much power.

The huge casualties did not deter the rest of the soldiers, who continued to move forward, as if they did not see the terrible wails of their companions, chanting 'For the sake of the gods' and continuing to build siege ladders......

The more profound the belief in this kind of auxiliary divine art, the greater the impact will be!

And these poor people at the bottom have nothing, and can only rely on prayer to resist the suffering of life on weekdays, and in their eyes at this moment, Lynn and others on the city wall seem to be the culprits of all evils, the ones who cause them suffering!

Even so crazy that old York hesitated when he shot him, this group of people was simply the devils of hell, even with a broken leg, all crawling all the way to the city wall, scratching the solid wall with their fingernails!

"It's tragic!" Raphael couldn't help but sigh, it was the first time he had experienced such a large-scale war, but he didn't mean to do anything, just watched quietly, this little scene was far from the time when they needed to act.

Lynn frowned slightly, very strange, she didn't quite understand what Edwell was doing, so she let these people come over and send them to death?

According to the art of war, without several times the number of troops and more advanced weapons and tactics, there is no difference between storming a city and sending people to the head......

Even if these tens of thousands of people were all dead, it would be impossible to shake the city in the slightest......

Edwell could never be a reckless man who only knew how to attack, otherwise he would not be qualified to lead troops to conquer the kingdom and lead the two elite troops of the Divine Punishment Army and the Griffin Knight.

"Could it be that they want to use the lives of these poor people to consume our ammunition?" Sanchez guessed.

Hearing this, Raphael and the others were also a little worried.

The 10,000 musketeers guarding the city wall, after a few rounds of shooting, is the consumption of tens of thousands of projectiles, and the consumption per hour starts at 100,000!

They didn't know much about the process of making buckshot, but they also noticed that the thing was round and the specifications were the same, and even if the process was not complicated, it would take a lot of time.

"Haha, that's just wishful thinking! You probably don't know how these projectiles are made! Dennis sneered.

"No matter how simple it is, how many can a person rub in a day?" One of the great wizards said with a lot of amusement. "Projectiles can't fall from the sky, right?"

He could probably guess a little bit about how to make it, which was nothing more than melting the lead ore at a high temperature and then finding a way to make them into balls of the same size.

"No, they really just fell from the sky!" Dennis said with a strange look.