Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1741 Smith's Siege (Part Two)
Many people within this generation of the Russian Republican Party are actually remnants of the previous generation.

The current leader was a close confidant of one of the officials at the time.

When Peter was still alive, he passed on his "Black Panther Battle Aura" to his subordinates, and as a confidant of one of the officers, the leader also received part of the teachings.

Limited by both conditions and talent, his strength, though not reaching the Hundred Refinements Realm, was still far beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

[This guy has already killed at least a dozen or twenty people; there's no way he hasn't taken any damage!]

He knew the capabilities of a Hundred Refinement Realm martial artist. Under normal circumstances, he would not be a match for one, but this was not a normal situation!

The thought flashed through their minds, and the two sides were already locked in battle.

However, after just one round of fighting, the leader realized he was wrong.

The opponent has indeed suffered losses, but they are still not someone we can contend with!

Or rather, the fact that he was still alive and able to fight his opponent was already a result of the opponent being weakened; otherwise, he would have died by the opponent's blade long ago.

"It's a pointless resistance. You should know very well that you can't possibly be my match!"

The shrewd Officer Smith began to use words to confuse the other party and manipulate their mindset.

"Your biggest advantage on this wall is your numbers, but if you and I get entangled in a fight, the others can't get involved, let alone fire a shot. They can only watch helplessly as I kill you!"

There was a reason why Officer Smith started using his persuasive skills.

He had to admit that the wall was teeming with enemies, which meant that once he charged up, he fought his way up without daring to stop for even a moment, for fear that if he stopped, he would be subjected to concentrated fire.

His current state is like that of someone who has just completed a 100-meter sprint.

If you give him a few moments to catch his breath, he'll definitely recover, but the problem is that the current situation doesn't give him that chance.

The appearance of the leader before him was tantamount to forcing him, who had just completed a 100-meter sprint, to run another 100-meter race.

He had to admit that he was under pressure. The continuous exertion and lack of respite made it impossible for him to unleash any more power to kill the leader of the Rakshasa Republican Party in front of him.

It's hard to say whether continuing like this will be good or bad.

Rather than leaving everything to the development of the battle, he would definitely prefer to take control of the situation and find an opportunity to eliminate the opponent!
Ultimately, the Russian Republican Party was a ragtag army, even worse than a ragtag army, with all its members being long-term malnourished slaves.

From the time they were freed from slavery until now, they haven't even had a full meal many times. How can you expect them to have any good individual combat ability? Let alone professional skills.

Faced with Officer Smith's smooth talk, the leader was in a state of confusion. Although he managed to conceal it well on the surface, he could not escape Officer Smith's clear observation.

[There's a flaw!]

Seizing an opportunity, with a flash of ecstasy in his eyes, Officer Smith suddenly burst forth, grabbing the leader's wrist with one hand to restrain his attack, while simultaneously stabbing him in the heart.

The leader, noticing the opponent's movements, wanted to dodge, but the opponent's knife strike was swift, and he was holding one hand by the opponent, making it unrealistic to completely dodge.

Realizing this, the leader seemed to have made up his mind, and his eyes quickly hardened.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger pierced his chest and abdomen. Despite the excruciating pain of the blade penetrating his body, the leader's face contorted. Instead of retreating, he advanced and grabbed Officer Smith, who was right in front of him.

"shot!!!"

All of this happened so fast that the ragtag Republican forces on the wall were almost completely dumbfounded and couldn't react at all.

Those who were able to react were either flustered or hesitant, making the scene even more chaotic.

【If it's this distance...】 On the chaotic wall, Black Spider, relying solely on muscle memory, quickly raised the flintlock pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger!

"boom!!"

At a distance estimated to be no more than twenty meters, even a flintlock musket with poor accuracy can be guaranteed to be accurate!
The years of intense training paid off at this moment; with the sound of gunfire, the bullet left the barrel struck Officer Smith directly in the head.

With a splatter of blood, Officer Smith fell to the ground, but the impact the enemy had on their wall had already sent more Smith soldiers charging up.

"The enemy general is dead! Hold your ground, we can win!!"

Noticing this, the black spider immediately roared...

"Everyone back to your positions! Stop them from scaling the walls!!"

Black Spider's cry of "The enemy general is dead" stabilized the situation to some extent, boosted morale, and at least gave them the courage to continue fighting.

While shouting, Black Spider's hands didn't stop moving. He completed the second reload purely by muscle memory. After shooting two Smith soldiers who rushed up, he finally had a chance to rush to the leader to check on his injuries.

With just one glance, Black Spider knew there was no hope.

Although he managed to avoid a fatal blow at the last moment, the stab wound that pierced through his chest and abdomen still caused massive bleeding, and it's highly likely that his internal organs were damaged.

If he were to pull out the knife now, the leader would die immediately, but even if he didn't, it would only slightly delay his death and give him a chance to give his last words.

The leader was clearly aware of this.

Looking at the black spider in front of him, knowing that Officer Smith was dead, he forced a smile.

"The rest is up to you."

After saying that, as if she had finally unloaded a heavy burden, she slowly closed her eyes.

The leader's death weighed heavily on Black Spider's mind, but there was no time for grief. After temporarily dragging the leader's body to a corner for a proper rest, Black Spider quickly picked up his flintlock pistol and began dealing with the enemies charging up the wall.

While talent does play a role in firearms prowess, training is the most crucial factor. Every sharpshooter is essentially trained through countless hours of practice.

Undoubtedly, the Black Spider wielding the flintlock pistol is the strongest fighting force of the Rakshasa Republican Party on this side of the wall.

Black Spider never imagined that he would one day become the strongest fighter.

Then I quickly realized how awful my teammates were...

Even though they successfully killed Officer Smith, which stabilized the soldiers on the wall to some extent, it still couldn't change the amateurishness of the ragtag army.

After the chaotic battle broke out on the wall, they became like headless flies, which was bad enough, but what was most annoying was that they would occasionally run into your firing trajectory, blocking the enemy and preventing you from firing, causing you to miss several opportunities.

Under pressure, Black Spider wanted to curse several times.

As it turned out, he was indeed not cut out to be a leader.

Fortunately, the biggest threat on the other side was that Smith officer at the Hundred Refinement Realm. With that officer dead, the remaining Smith soldiers, although still stronger than the Rakshasa Republicans in individual quality, were still able to survive.

However, their advantage now lies in their numbers, and with the city walls providing cover, they can easily overwhelm any Smith soldiers who manage to climb over the walls.

The only drawback of this method is that it will result in a large number of casualties, but there is no other way at the moment.

(End of this chapter)