Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 456 You are not dead
When Gwen led her men to the barracks, she was shocked by what she saw.

The winter wolves are carrying away the carcass.

At first glance, Gwen thought the Winter Wolf Guard had been wiped out, with blood flowing throughout the camp.

But upon closer inspection, there were only about ten corpses in total, but the blood inside them had been almost completely drained.

The corpses were piled up into a twisted throne, a truly horrifying sight. Gwen, not bothering to figure out what kind of performance art these people were doing, immediately raised her sword and shouted, "Fire!"

The resistance fighters carried all sorts of weapons. The muskets Isaac brought weren't enough to arm everyone, but they had captured quite a few muskets last time, and most of them could fire a shot each.

The first soldiers fired a round of shots, and Winter Wolf on the other side didn't react at all, just stood there dumbfounded and took the bullets.

There was no aiming at all, but at this distance there was no need for aiming. The bullets riddled the first few people with holes, and several of the main force behind them also fell.

Meanwhile, more and more resistance fighters arrived, firing sporadically but without ceasing, with a few arrows flying through the air.

This drew the attention of the Winter Wolves. They had just been disciplined by Lina, and many officers had been killed. They had no idea that there would be an enemy attack.

Then the group of people who had just come out took a barrage of bullets with their faces. The first group of people had just reloaded their bullets and fired their second shot.

A large number of people fell down instantly. Donglang was already frightened by Lina today, and now the bullets flying everywhere and his companions falling one after another seemed to have a chemical reaction, causing the string that Donglang had been holding on to to snap instantly.

They stood there dumbfounded, surrounded by wailing comrades, their feet and bodies covered in blood, their comrades' faces also covered in blood. It was as if they had entered hell, and when they came to their senses, they found that reality was no different from hell.

The wails sounded like hymns, the gunshots like music, and below was a scarlet stage, with the audience shouting from the dark muzzles of their guns.

And shouldn't they be dancing on stage?

Fear flowed along with blood, and madness spread like a plague. The white-haired, white-eyed White Raven people had already rushed up; they were demons from hell, coming to devour their own flesh and blood.

Madness appeared in the eyes of the winter wolves.

Panic gripped the high walls of reality, triggering even greater panic, and an endless whisper arose in the heart of Winter Wolf.

Everyone instinctively tried to run away. Their minds were blank. They had no idea what had happened or where to escape to. They were just gripped by fear and couldn't think straight.

The camp was in chaos.

They pushed and trampled each other.

Upon discovering that there was no resistance from the other side, Gwen threw away her musket and dart without hesitation, grabbed her longsword, and charged forward.

"Cease fire! Charge! Charge! Kill them all!!"

The resistance fighters charged forward with howls.

A few of the Winter Wolves still retained their rationality and wanted to fight back. They had planned to take a gun and hide behind the crowd to shoot from the shadows, but when they found that the resistance army had rushed up, they had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​resistance and flee for their lives.

Gwen swung her sword and slashed around, but she soon realized that she seemed to be in some trouble.

Admittedly, the winter wolves were terrified and completely irrational, running around like wild boars. But on the battlefield, capturing two hundred people is actually easier than capturing two hundred pigs.

If you point a gun at the soldiers opposite you, they will raise their hands in surrender and obediently squat there. But now, no matter how many guns are pointed at them, the Winter Wolves will not stop.

Many of the resistance fighters were even wounded.
In short, chaos reigned in the military camp, and this chaos quickly spread to the town. Although the resistance forces had gained the upper hand in the battle, they were outnumbered by the enemy.

One man can capture three squads, but he can't keep an eye on two pigs.

Gwen then discovered to her despair that she and the resistance seemed to have been dragged into a protracted war, and Winter Wolf had extensive experience in how to wage such protracted wars.

Experience in escaping for one's life.

The battle raged from day to night, and the resistance fighters were almost exhausted before they managed to drive away or kill all the winter wolves in the town, even with the help of the townspeople.

As for the statistics on spoils of war and the number of enemies killed, that was really too difficult to count. Gwen only knew that at least several dozen Winter Wolves had been killed, most of whom had escaped from the town. There were also some casualties among the resistance fighters and townspeople, but not many.

As for the spoils, there were too many. The resistance fighters obtained almost half of Winter Wolves' equipment and supplies. The reason for saying half was that the Winter Wolves Guard was quite large, and Grizzly Town could only accommodate that many people at most.

After a day of fighting, Gwen and the other resistance fighters were warmly received by the townspeople, who, unlike before, now hated the Winter Wolf.

Many people in the town had previously joined the resistance, and in this battle, under Gwen's control, the resistance consciously avoided endangering ordinary townspeople and even saved them many times.

There was no need for any encouragement; victory itself was the best call to action. The Winter Wolf, who used to ride roughshod over the townspeople, was now driven mad with fear, and the townspeople looked at the resistance army in a completely different way.

These young resistance fighters had been given a lot of alcohol. Fortunately, given the Winter Wolves' level of organization, they couldn't fight at night. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the Winter Wolves stationed in the other two towns had attacked.

Gwen also had a few drinks, and wandered around the town in a daze. She danced with some enthusiastic girls, had a fight with a cat in the alley, and then went to the military camp to sit on the throne of the corpse for a while.

Finally, she sobered up as the wind blew over her.

Gwen shifted to a more comfortable position on the throne, biting her fingers and looking somewhat conflicted.

"They actually captured a town just like that."

"What should we do next? Those escaped winter wolves must have gone to the other two towns to inform them."

"This is a bit troublesome. The resistance only has about ninety men left, while there are probably three hundred in those two towns combined. That doesn't even include the Winter Wolves who escaped."

Gwen's headache was getting worse.

The battle was won, but what about tomorrow?
Street fighting in the town is easy, but outside is a plain. Are we going to engage in a chase with cavalry that outnumbers us three to one?
But if we can't go out, how can we defend the town? The main force of the resistance is still in the camp; they're just here to ambush us.
With her mind in turmoil, Gwen finally sighed and gave up trying to think.

"Let's go see Mr. Isaac first."

As they walked to the room where Isaac was parked, Isaac opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Gwen, and he immediately spoke urgently:
"Gwen? What are you doing here?! Run! Take everyone and get out of here, I'll hold her off!!"

(End of this chapter)