Being a lord in another world begins with farming

Chapter 346
At this time, the Musketeers on the city wall also started their hunting. Compared with the massive shelling, although the sound of the muskets was not loud, the hit rate was higher.

However, the barbarian's preparations were not in vain. The hot projectile's power had indeed dropped a lot in the face of the thick fur, and it could only get stuck in the strong muscles of the barbarian warrior.

It's not that the muskets are weak, but that three or five layers of fur are too thick together, coupled with the barbarian's tenacious vitality and solid muscles, as long as the internal organs are not injured, the battle will not be affected in a short period of time, just braving the artillery fire , abruptly rushed to within a hundred meters.

The barbarian warrior immediately lifted his spirits, clenched the spear in his hand, and deftly threw the two-meter-long, egg-thick spear onto the city wall tens of meters away. The hit rate was not low.

These are all years of hunting and practice, and every mistake may lead to starvation, and it will not work if you are not allowed.

Although it is a sharpened and hardened wooden spear, under the exaggerated strength of the barbarian warrior, it still has the power to pierce the steel breastplate. Combat power, after all, if you bear the recoil of the musket with broken ribs, you might die from internal bleeding.

Now Owen somewhat regretted equipping Musketeers with such a paper-thin breastplate. Although it was light and had good defense against arrows, it was too thin, and its defense against heavy attacks was very limited.

"The musketeers continued to shoot, and the long swordsmen and pikemen stepped forward to prepare for the battle!" Seeing this, Howard knew that the chances of preventing the barbarian soldiers from climbing the city wall were not high, so he immediately made adjustments.

Hogg took a deep breath, nodded to his father, and then led his soldiers to push up.

Facing Hogg who was on the battlefield, it was impossible for Howard not to worry, but now it was a war, let alone watching his children go to the battlefield, even if he died in front of him, he would have to wait until the war was over before he would have time to grieve, let alone watch his children go to the battlefield. What's more, as long as he commands properly, there will not be too many barbarian soldiers rushing through the artillery fire.

It's a pity that Howard still underestimated these barbarian fighters. They are quickly adapting to the battlefield, and they are no longer blindly pursuing speed. They have learned to raise their shields, spread out, dodge, and counterattack. Even higher, the three-pound gun, even if it was a gun, began to fire pieces of shotgun. The barbarian warrior rushed to the bottom of the city wall with his tyrannical physique and firm will, and climbed up the city wall with the simple hook and long ladder.

It's not that the defenders didn't work hard, but that after the distance was reduced to within 30 to [-] meters, the barbarian warrior's throwing ax was scary in terms of lethality and hit rate.

The stone ax weighing five or six catties was so fast that it couldn't be seen when it was thrown, and its power was so powerful that it could blow the head of a musketeer wearing a helmet, and the sparks scattered directly with the brains.

If it hits the chest, even the chest armor and ribs will be sunken together, and a piece of the back will protrude, and people can be taken off the city wall by the impact. soldiers, but they also met their opponents.

Long swordsmen belong to a fairly balanced offensive and defensive unit, and are very applicable. Even if the proportion of firearms troops gradually expands, the number still does not decrease. Instead, it increases to 500 people. With the support of [-] long spearmen, they compete with the barbarian warriors who climbed the city wall. Fierce fighting.

Almost at the moment when the barbarian warriors climbed the city wall, dozens of ancestor warriors also finished their prayers, picked up the weapons left by their ancestors, and rushed towards the northern city at an extremely fast speed. Open the door to victory.

Every ancestral warrior is extraordinary. Their courage and quality have been recognized by their ancestors. They can use the power of their ancestors to explode incredible combat power. If it is not for the incomplete inheritance of advanced or even master-level strength, there may not be no legendary-level ancestor fighters appearing.

In fact, Owen had already noticed the existence of these ancestral warriors, but he did not expect that the strength of these ancestral warriors was so strong. Although it was not durable enough, the burst of strength was still enough to tear the defensive front of the city wall, allowing a large number of barbarian warriors to rush into the city.

Although Beicheng will not fall by then, huge casualties are inevitable.

Fortunately, he had enough cards. In addition to recalling his subordinates trained in the illusion, he also assigned Charles, Teutonic Knights, and Templars to Howard's subordinates.

"Ms. Shire, these special barbarian fighters are entrusted to you." Although as the highest military commander in the territory, Howard has never underestimated each other, even though Shire has always regarded himself as a maid, so although it is an order, he is very polite Said.

Charles, who was in sharp armor, nodded, leaving behind the Templars and leading the Teutonic warriors up the city wall.

At this time, the battle on the city wall has entered a fever pitch. The musketeers and artillerymen fired calmly, while the swordsmen and pikemen were using their flesh and blood as the city wall to block the barbarian warriors. Both sides killed rivers of blood and suffered heavy casualties, but neither retreated. step.

Charles swung his halberds and fought from the east to the west of the city, and the Teutonic warrior behind her was not inferior, with tacit cooperation, proficient martial arts, and excellent equipment, he just killed the barbarian warrior who wanted to climb the city wall. Unable to take the lead until the arrival of the ancestor warriors.

The barbarian's physical advantage is too obvious. After obtaining the blessing of the power of the ancestors, they can beat knights below the advanced level with their attributes alone. The problem is that what they encountered this time were charles and Teutonic warriors who were cheating.

Needless to say, Charles is naturally talented, plus Owen's multiple enhancements, Eastern ancient martial arts and Western grudges, superimposed on each other, it can be said that even a demigod is not enough for her to cut.

The Teutonic warriors are not the original version either, each of them has been strengthened by the T virus. They are considered to be elementary-level extreme fighters. With sophisticated equipment, it is not a problem at all to kill those ancestor warriors who are still shirtless.

It's over, the great shaman who saw this scene now only has these two words in his mind.

Compared to the other shamans who were still cheering for the tribal fighters, the old shaman had already seen the end, a not-so-good ending.

"No, absolutely not, I must not let the tribe be destroyed in my own hands, the inheritance of dozens of tribes!" the great shaman whispered to himself.

The great shaman's first thought was to fight for his life. He didn't care about his own life. If he burned his soul and the rest of his lifespan, it would be enough for one or two ancestor warriors to truly inherit the power of their ancestors and become a legend.

But looking up at Shire, who was chopping up the ancestor warrior like melons and vegetables, the great shaman immediately vetoed this idea.

The woman with the legendary barbarian physique is by no means an ordinary legend. One or two temporarily promoted legendary ancestor warriors may not be able to fight, let alone those warriors who are like steel monsters, each of which has strength that surpasses the ancestor warriors.

Unless all the shamans sacrifice themselves, there is a possibility of victory, but without all the shamans, the tribe cannot exist.

At this time, the big shaman looked up at the direction of the bison tribe, thinking about it, maybe the unintentional thought at the beginning became the last straw of the tribe.

(End of this chapter)