The power of the musket is self-evident, these are still the weapons that Rollin brought here from the previous world, but for a long time, there has been no chance to use them, and it is naturally best to use them in this kind of large-scale battle. But this effect is obviously not very good.

Futuru looked at this scene, frowned slightly, but was not moved, and waved his hand again: "Second row, prepare - shoot!!"

Because it takes time to reload, muskets often need to be fired in two or even three rows in rotation, so that they can maintain a network of fire to cause great lethality.

With Forturu's orders, these steppe warriors, who had undergone simple training, also showed their qualities.

There is such a thing as a musket, there is also a thing in this world, and they have also heard of it, but they don't know how to use it, but the method of use is still simple, and they are familiar with it after training.

This is normal, after all, this battle is related to their glory and even survival, and they cannot be careless, and they maintain 100% spirit one by one.

After the second shot, the effect of the muskets was finally revealed, and the knights who had rushed to the front could no longer bear such injuries, and they rolled off their horses.

In other words, they were originally strong crossbow woods, and they could not withstand any more, and when they were shot again, they could not resist again.

You must know that the power of this musket is not comparable to the musket of this world, whether it is the workmanship of the musket or the ammunition, it is far above the level of this world.

Fortuna, who didn't care about the musket shooting, suddenly showed a surprised look: "What a powerful musket!"

He was slightly surprised by the enemy's methods, and as the rounds of shooting continued, the process of rushing through the past was to lose at least a few hundred knights.

This is undoubtedly a very heavy blow to the Witchcraft Cult.

In previous wars, the losses of these elite knights were often calculated in single digits, but now, hundreds of knights have been lost just by looking at each other.

It made Fortuna's heart bleed.

However, it also made him realize that the enemy was not comparable to any enemy he had encountered before.

And that's just the beginning.

If it is just an ordinary army, a few rounds of this musket can defeat the opponent, and then chase and kill, and easily win.

In many cases, this is the case, with one out of ten losses, the morale is exhausted, and the people who can no longer fight, flee in disarray, and are defeated.

War is not a life-and-death battle between two people, and often ends in the surrender of a large number of captives, and the number of dead is very small after all.

However, it has to be said that Fortuna's army is really very elite. They were not moved in the slightest, and in the face of their dead companions, their faces were expressionless, and they continued to attack as if they were dead.

"What a formidable army. Luo Lin, who was watching the battle from the rear, couldn't help but exclaim. He has always maintained an objective evaluation of the enemy.

He had heard that an army, twelve out of ten, dared to fight to the death, was considered a qualified army. Three or four out of ten, daring to fight to the death can be regarded as excellent. Five or six out of ten, if you dare to fight to the death, you will be invincible in the world.

Whether the army in front of him is invincible in the world, Luo Lin does not know, but no matter what, he must win this war.

"Kill!!" the Black Iron Army, which had survived the rotation of muskets, rushed into Rollin's army with an undiminished momentum.

The steppe warriors also wielded their weapons and shields, trying to resist the enemy's edge.

It is only now that the hard-fought war, without any fancy faces, can be regarded as the real beginning.

"For the sake of the ancestors!" a steppe warrior tried to stab his weapon into the heart of a black iron knight, but was easily dodged.

Such an attack, although it has momentum and does its best, should not be underestimated, but it is too easy to dodge. This is due to the excessively large gap in strength.

The Black Iron Knight dodged the attack that pierced the vital point with a cold face, and swung the weapon in his hand without hesitation following the momentum of the impact.

The prairie warrior's pupils contracted suddenly, and he wanted to dodge it, but this move was so fast that he didn't even have time to dodge, and his head was cut off and thrown in the air, spinning constantly.

Blood is like a fountain, upward, in all directions, constantly spraying.

"Hahahaha!!" the black iron knight laughed maniacally, but killing an enemy could not satisfy him, looking at the almost stunned cavalry next to him, he sneered: "What are you looking at! Fool!!"

The Black Iron Knights, as powerful as bamboos and unstoppable, broke into Rollin's army in an instant, and instantly launched a strong strangulation.

The steppe warriors in the front row did not have the slightest power to resist.

This is an absolute gap in strength.

The prairie warriors in the front row, in their pupils, inevitably showed a deep fear, and even many of them were frightened.

Although Forturu mobilized very well, morale is one thing, but strength is another.

This world, if it is possible to change everything by will alone, then this world has long been dominated by paranoia. The gap in strength is naked, their resistance, their attacks, are destined to be meaningless, and they are resolved one by one by the Black Iron Knights, as well as slaughtered.

"Kill them all!" Fortuna couldn't help but let out a loud cry as he watched the scene, full of smugness.

It was like a sharp knife, piercing into the cheese, and the army's cut was a little too smooth.

Luo Lin, who was not far away, saw this scene, and his face did not change in the slightest, this scene was expected by him.

The quality and strength of these steppe warriors are really limited, and their role is only to delay time, and at best slow down the enemy's footsteps.

The real killer trick is hidden among them.

I don't know when, a ten-person squad composed of peak knights scattered in various positions on the battlefield, and their power exploded in an instant!

In just an instant, the Black Iron Army, which was originally extremely arrogant, was attacked by this attack, and hundreds of people died in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Fortuna's pupils contracted slightly, and he shouted: "Shrink the formation!!"

The two hundred peak army is not unable to resist, at this time, they want to integrate the army formation, and then try to defeat the enemy's main force.

Fortuna knew that although those peak knights only numbered 200, they were able to exert dozens of times more power than those steppe warriors.

The real enemy is still them.

Fear...... These people are masters from the Outer Plane.

"Divine power is coming!!" As the formation retracted, Fortuna suddenly shouted, and he raised the scepter in his hand high, which turned out to be releasing some kind of amplification magic, and it was extremely large-scale, and it spread to all the Black Iron Army in an instant.

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Although I always want to insist on updating and constantly updating, there are always more than 20 days a month that I don't want to code words. The will is gradually weakened, and he is helpless. However, next week it is recommended by Sanjiang, in order to maintain the position of Sanjiang. I'll try to keep updating and writing more......