Blood tax

Chapter 204 A Strange Battle

Roland issued an order.The signal flag held high by the army at the gap in the gray wall was waved down, accompanied by nervous and hurried shouts: "Cannon salvo, solid bullets, distance 400."

"Fire!"

Bursts of loud noise rolled like muffled thunder, and to Griffith it sounded earth-shattering like a siege catapult falling to the ground.For the first time, he thought he was being attacked by a large-scale attack spell, and almost jumped off his horse in shock to avoid it.

However, Roland, his soldiers, and even the horses under his crotch stood quietly, motionless amidst the dense roar.

The black pipe on the two-wheeled frame sprayed out hot fire and smoke, and several dark iron balls could be faintly seen flying towards the dense beast horde in the distance.

In the turbulent tide of beasts, it was like throwing stones into the water. Several terrifying figures were hit by iron balls and crackled and burst. Their huge bodies fell over in the smoke and dust, and blood mist and broken limbs flew out.

The beast tide slowed down obviously, the fallen mutated creatures remained motionless, and even some smaller monsters had already slowed down.However, there are still a large group of crazy mutated creatures continuing to rush towards the gap.

Roland shook his head slightly, and said to the orderly on the side: "Reload the shotgun, the distance is 200."

The six clarinets that had just breathed out flames and death were pushed back a certain distance by a huge force.Under the order of the officer, nearby soldiers rushed to reset them.Griffith watched as they quickly poured cold water on the gun barrel, scrubbed the tube wall quickly with a brush, then stuffed a silk packet and a bag of lead shot, and waited aside holding a torch.

"Fire!"

The signal flag was waved down, and the six black pipes poured out hot flames and smoke again.Looking from Griffith's position, dense egg-sized lead pellets spewed out from the clarinet, and the approaching beast horde immediately fell into a more terrifying force than before.Smaller lead pellets swept across the herd densely, setting off a mass of severed limbs and skulls flying across.

The raging beast tide was suffocated by the hammering of flames and metals, and flesh and blood flew across it as if it had hit an insurmountable city wall. Whining and screaming rang through the wilderness.

Indicator flags were hoisted again in the ranks of the militia, and the soldiers began cleaning and reloading again.

"The gray-black thin tubes on the boys' backs are called muskets, and the thick tubes on the carriages are 6-pound cannons. Our reliable comrades. There are still some reliable comrades who have not caught up with this battle," Roland said, turning his head sideways. He said some words that Griffith didn't understand, "The musketeers will attack later. When I give the final signal, the pikemen will attack forward. Immediately there may be powerful guys breaking through my army formation. This will cause my brother to take care of me."

As soon as the words fell, the third round of shelling roared.The dense shotgun blasted the beast horde approaching into a sieve.

At this moment, Griffith could already see the appearance of the incoming monster clearly through the flying broken limbs and the permeating white and yellow smoke.They are ugly monitor lizards, big bears with bristles, ferocious and terrifying demon wolves, and rare and disgusting dragon flies and giant bats gliding.Just those demon wolves are on par with the monsters that broke through the defense line of Xiutoral in the Whispering Forest.

Their bodies are chaotic and distorted, appearing on the plain against the sun, passing through the rain of flesh and blood, as if they don't know what fear is.

"Musketeers step forward!"

The third round of artillery firing ended, and the three rows of soldiers holding guns in the front stood three steps forward.Their queue is not dense, and even makes people feel a little thin.

"Raise the gun!"

"aim!"

Amidst the rapid drum beat, the first row of soldiers armed with muskets had already aimed at the herd of beasts dozens of meters away.They carried weapons with wooden butts that could be slung over the shoulder, and metal hooks on the barrels to hold flaming matchlocks.

Following the officer's order, the soldiers pressed the trigger under the barrel, and the neat and dense roar was about to explode, and small lead bullets flew out of the flames and thick smoke, shooting at the already scattered beasts .

Griffith saw that the small lead bullets pierced through the mutated creatures and hard hides of the monsters with a power that was unmatched by bows and crossbows, and knocked them to the ground.

The soldiers who finished the first round of shooting turned around and walked to the back row without even looking at their results.The soldiers in the second row raised their muskets and fired another round at the front.

Several thin rows of musketeers fired methodically, retreated, and then stabbed a small silk bag into their weapons with iron bars, and fired again.The extremely strong mutated creatures had rushed to less than 40 meters in front of the team, but some were knocked down on the spot, some turned around and fled, and the rest had to use a large number of dead bodies to pave the way for every step forward.

Driven by madness, those extremely ferocious monsters were knocked down by small lead bullets one after another.Bodies were even piled up as a low wall in front of the musket line.

Choking smoke lingered over the battlefield, obscuring the tragic scene.Many soldiers couldn't see the scene a few meters away, and could only hear the wailing of the dying monsters.

"Stop shooting, the pikemen come forward," Roland gave an order to the team, and then said to Griffith, "Mr. Brandon, it's almost time, please sweep the formation for my pikemen."

Griffith was still in shock like never before.This battle surpassed all his common sense and cognition.The strange weapon first thwarted the spirit of the beast horde a few hundred meters away, beating them to pieces, and then the poor-looking militia line abruptly blocked the beast horde tens of meters away, beating them to corpses. All over the place.

Such an astonishing scene almost traumatized people's sanity, and they couldn't tell whether they were in a weird dream.

But the world-renowned paladin had already made a request, and Griffith naturally couldn't refuse.He rode his horse to the infantry line, dismounted and drew his sword and went forward on foot.

The mutated creatures intercepted by several rounds of volleys have been scattered, but they seem to be driven by a certain will, and some of them continue to charge up bravely.

"Long gun, step forward!"

With an order, the musketeers retreated like a tide, and the pikemen wearing breastplates leveled the spears in their hands, and moved forward in a smooth and straight dense formation.

A few huge mutated creatures rushed out of the smoke and slammed into the crowd.

Their whole bodies were covered with hard fur, with chaotic and brutal killing intent rushing in their red eyes, and they rammed head-on towards the densely packed gun array that shone with cold light.In front of such a monster, those armored pikemen all looked timid and fearful.

Griffith faced a ferocious wolf.Half of the face of the monster was smashed, and an arm was broken, and it rushed over with amazing madness.Griffith held it back with his vanguard shield, and thrust his sword into its throat.He was about to find his next target when a scream came from beside him.

Several huge mutated beasts rushed to the pikemen, stabbed to death on the armor-piercing pikes.Others stopped to swipe their claws, but one slammed directly into the spear array.

Its body was as tall as a city wall, and it made a dense and hoarse tearing sound when it rushed into the gun forest.Followed by a series of crisp bends and fractures.The bloody monster swallowed its breath without even howling, but its corpse rushed into the crowd, smashing a path like a rolling stone on the top of a mountain.

The thin formation was torn apart in an instant, and the pikemen's line was rolled out of a gap.Several soldiers were crushed below, and the nearby people stared wide-eyed at the bloody passage, wondering if they should leave their positions and go to the bench.

The moment they hesitated, a mutant creature in the shape of a bison rushed towards the breach, jumped into the middle of the unprepared soldiers, and began to bite wildly.

Griffith hastily took off the throwing gun behind his back, lightly weighed it, and threw it vigorously.

The monster in the front had a pair of horns, and the spear was shot from the side, piercing its eyes precisely, and piercing its brain two inches deep.

"Ow!"

This magical beast rolled into the smoke and dust in an instant, just like its previous counterparts.

Griffith didn't stop, and the second shot has already followed.This time he aimed at another nearby gun array, and another giant bear monster had already slapped away the densely packed gun heads, and was about to bite a soldier with its mouth open.

"Bah!"

The spear was inserted from its right face, pierced through the brain and skull, and slanted open the left forehead, blasting a piece of broken bone and blood.

The third shot of the spear was not thrown at the oncoming monster, but was thrown at a piece of gravel.The gravel immediately flew in all directions, sweeping towards one side in an arc.There was a mutant beast fighting with several spearmen, its face was covered with flying gravel.The moment it retreated in shock, five or six spears pierced its stomach.

The spear array attacked by the mutant beast fell into chaos in a short time, but Griffith stopped the chaos from spreading as soon as he shot.The militiamen even raised their densely packed spears and began to advance forward.

A huge bat struck from the air, its claws cut off a soldier's head like a blade, and it was about to flee across the battlefield immediately.Before Griffith had time to condense the ice gun, he took two quick steps to grab its wings and turned over.

The mutated creature immediately rolled in the air.Griffith, who rode it northward, felt dizzy.He grabbed the Vanguard shield and slammed it down on the bat's head.

"Oh!"

Black liquid shot out from between the broken bones.The bat immediately lost its balance and rushed to the ground with the quasi-knight on its back.

The impact sent Griffith flying.He skimmed over lumps of fuzzy flesh and rolled several times among the mud and rotten flesh before standing up.

Looking around, he found that he was actually among the corpses of monsters.Fragmented fur and scales mixed with black blood, large and small iron balls and lead pellets can be seen everywhere.

The fighting not far away is still going on.Most of the mutated creatures were either killed or fled back to their valleys, and a very small number were scattered in front of the militia's front line.

As the smoke dispersed, the pikemen were using a dense formation to force the mutant creatures to retreat.For those monsters who were unwilling to escape and fight back desperately, there were musketeers who came up from nearby and sprayed lead bullets almost close to their faces.

(End of this chapter)