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Chapter 140: Dora Town (Part )

“This is such a great place.”

Xiaodao stabbed his butt and sighed sincerely.

Duoluo Canyon is the only exit of Duoluo Town to the outside world. This place has a unique trumpet-shaped structure. The throat, which is only ten meters wide, forms a natural killing field, and the cliffs on both sides are as high as thirty meters.

There are no man-made fortresses here, but in such a place, players do not need cover. This special terrain means that this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is a natural dangerous place where one man can hold the pass and ten thousand men cannot break through.

Just like now, when Xiaodao knew that the officers of the Republic were coming with an army to quell the rebellion, he excitedly led fifty players to form a formation in this canyon.

Because Dora Town had become famous, many players came to Bolas Fortress after hearing the news. They traveled across mountains and rivers without any hesitation, resulting in a surge in the number of players under Xiaodao's command.

Xiaodaozhabuti has something to say to all the players coming to Dora Town.

"I'm going to apply to turn this place into the territory of the Mountain Tiger Regiment. If you're willing to help me, I'll be very grateful. I can let you stay and participate in the activities, but you must listen to my command. When it's time to defend, you must defend. When it's time to attack, you must not stay at home.

If any of you think this is not a good idea, then leave Duolo Town and look for opportunities outside. Don't stay here and embarrass everyone."

Even so, even though many individual players felt that Xiaodao was too strict and ran out to join Home Alone, there were still more than a hundred players left.

Therefore, Xiaodao can now command quite a few players.

"Brothers, prepare to load!"

The knife rested against the damp rock wall, the residual warmth of the flintlock barrel wafting through the steel guard. The sky above the canyon was dyed an iron gray by the smoke of gunpowder. A large plume of white smoke, fresh from the firing, rose straight up from the player's firing position, like a fuse pointing to hell.

Next to the knife, the temporary gunner commander was squinting his eyes, reaching out his hand to feel the wind. After a while, he came to a conclusion.

"The wind is about to turn northwest, and the muzzle should be corrected upwards by two mils."

"Speak humanly, young man!"

"You fucking 'Nine-Leaked Fish'... I mean, the wind's blowing from the front of the canyon, you better raise your fire stick a little higher so your bullets can pee against the wind right on top of the enemy's head!"

"Call Me Aku", who was smoking a pipe, raised his homemade anemometer, cursed, turned around and drew a ballistic parabola and a series of mathematical formulas on the ground with a dry branch.

Aku's math score is the best among all the players present, so Xiaodao Zhapi asked him to serve as the musketeer commander of this battle, responsible for calculating and giving shooting data in the battle to improve the shooting accuracy of all players.

Xiaodao's order was very effective. Fifty players in the Doro Canyon, relying on Aku's shooting data, had repelled three charges of the Republic's anti-rebellion forces with flintlock shooting.

After Aku gave the order, the mountain wind suddenly changed direction the next second, bringing a strong smell of blood. Behind the pile of corpses two hundred steps away, the enemy troops were gathering and forming a battle line in preparation for the fourth wave of charge.

Xiaodao stood on tiptoe and saw several tall hats of enemy officers rising and falling in the ranks, like black reefs floating in the waves.

"Brothers, the enemy is coming, 170 meters away, three rounds of fire ready!"

Xiaodao's roar echoed in the canyon. Seventeen people in the front row knelt on one knee with the butt of their gun against their shoulder sockets. The players in the second row stood bent over with the barrels of their guns resting on the shoulders of the front row.

The musketeers in the third row straightened their bodies, waiting for their turn to move forward. Less than fifty flints were cocked simultaneously, making crisp sounds like the grinding of the teeth of death.

After the players, who numbered less than fifty, were ready to shoot, the enemy's musketeers lined up in neat rows and marched forward to the beat of the drummers.

There was no need for a telescope. When these enemies had walked for more than a minute and were about a hundred meters away from Xiaodao who was standing in the front, he could already see the expressions on the faces of the enemies in the front row.

Sunlight streamed down from the other side of the Duoluo Gorge, stretching the enemy's silhouettes to a distant horizon. As the drums beat, the enemy musketeers' steps grew heavier, as if each step was treading on an invisible line of death on the battlefield.

Xiaodao noticed that although the enemies were lined up in neat rows, their expressions began to distort as the distance shortened.

The musketeers in the front row, whose faces had been calm before, were now shrouded in fear. Their eyes flickered with panic, and their lips trembled slightly, as if they were trying hard to hide their inner uneasiness.

Several soldiers gripped their muskets tightly with their hands, their knuckles turning pale from the effort. It was obvious that they were already imagining the upcoming firefight, with bullets whizzing past and their comrades falling.

Xiaodao's eyes swept across the enemy ranks, noticing that some soldiers' legs were trembling slightly, their steps becoming less steady. Their breathing seemed to have quickened, and occasionally someone would turn around and look back at their companions, as if seeking a glimmer of comfort.

However, there was only the same fear in everyone's eyes, and this emotion spread through the queue like a plague.

The drummer's beating seemed to be gradually losing rhythm and becoming a little flustered.

Xiaodao guessed that the drummer himself realized that they had entered the enemy's effective shooting range, and the rhythm of the drums could no longer conceal their inner panic.

Although the hundred-meter-long column of musketeers was still advancing, cracks had begun to appear in their neat pace. Some soldiers began to slow down, and a few even subconsciously wanted to retreat, but were forced back into the line by the shoves of their companions behind them and the rhythm of the drums.

When the distance was shortened to about a hundred meters, Xiaodao clearly saw the lips of an enemy in the front row trembling silently, his eyes fixed on Xiaodao, as if begging him not to fire.

Xiaodao knew that these enemies were on the verge of collapse. They were no longer well-organized war machines, but ordinary people dominated by fear.

"This is awesome! The enemies in this game react so realistically... It's so cool!"

Xiaodao grinned, and his smile made the musketeer who was looking at him let out a desperate wail.

"Enemy distance: 70 meters!"

"Fire!"

The moment the first burst of flames exploded, Xiaodao saw magic... if steel and gunpowder could be called magic.

Seventeen lead bullets wove a web of death in the narrow valley bottom, and the front row of musketeers fell like straw swept by a scythe.

Before the smoke cleared, a second row of gunfire roared, this time aimed at the second row of enemies in the horizontal formation who were trying to drag away the wounded.

"Get ready, the enemy is firing!"

Aku shouted loudly, his voice was very clear amidst the dense volley of gunfire. Xiaodao subconsciously raised his hand to pull off the visor on his helmet and put it on his face.

As soon as Aku finished speaking, a dull explosion echoed between the rock walls opposite. The lead bullets hit the breastplate with a crisp sound like hail, and the screams of some unlucky guy were immediately heard.

Aku turned his head and saw that it was the unlucky guy in the second row. A stray bullet penetrated through the gap in the queue of players in front and hit his thigh.

In addition to breastplates, players in the canyon also have skirt armor and leg guards. However, compared with the high-manganese steel breastplate, the other parts are just ordinary steel, and they will be penetrated by bullets from the enemy's large-caliber muskets.

The enemy's musketeer commander likely knew he only had one chance to fire, so the musketeers chose to fire in unison rather than in turns. In this intense barrage of fire, three players fell, one was seriously injured, and two were killed on the spot.

But Xiaodao was still smiling.

Because when the player's second and third volleys tore through the smoke, more musketeers on the opposite side fell down, holding their chests. Their plate chain mail was useless at a distance of seventy meters, and the round bullets cast from high-quality lead could easily penetrate their protective gear and bodies.

On the other hand, the enemy musketeers fired in unison. This was because the barrels of their matchlock muskets were not smooth enough, and the soldiers were so frightened that they never thought of aiming. They were not as fearless as the players, and they were basically trembling even when pointing their guns forward.

Under such circumstances, their volley was able to hit three players at a distance of 80 meters, which was actually considered good luck.

“Switch to the shotgun!”

Xiaodao threw away the empty flintlock and threw the loaded spare gun from behind. However, the barrel of this flintlock was filled with smaller birdshot, more than twenty of them, which was specially prepared for close combat.

A flintlock loaded with birdshot had an effective range of only fifty meters, but it could fire in a fan pattern at several enemies.

Although this type of shooting may have the problem of insufficient penetration and lethality, as more players load birdshot and fire, the dense firepower produced will cover up this defect.

Amid the desperate shouts of enemy officers and the rapid beating of drums, the canyon floor began to shake.

The surviving musketeers and the sword and shield men following behind them launched a collective charge. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped over the pile of corpses, running amid the howling of inhuman beasts.

The smell of blood brought by the mountain wind from the front was so strong that one could taste the smell of rust. Xiaodao heard the crisp sound of metal colliding from behind... It was the brothers putting on their bayonets, and they were waiting for the order from the front to open fire.

But the first sound that rang out was Aku's hoarse voice caused by shouting at full speed many times.

"Bring up the tiger squat gun and fire at the enemy!"

The four players held hands and worked together to rush up from the back of the team and threw a tiger squatting cannon in front of the queue.

As the cannon landed with the muzzle roughly pointing forward, the fifth man rushed over with a torch, lit the fuse, and let it wander wildly in the saltpeter trench.

With a muffled "bang", the Tiger Crouching Cannon, filled with gravel and iron balls, spewed out hot flames and thick white smoke. The flying fragments flew forward, forming a perfect horizontal killing surface in the canyon.

“Fire!!!”

At this time, other players, including Xiaodao, pointed their flintlock rifles filled with bird eggs at the smoke-filled canyon, firing one after another within two seconds, sending smaller lead bullets into the enemies holding shields and wearing plate and chain mail.

With the crisp sounds of flintlock rifles, the smoke in the canyon became thicker and thicker, as if a gray curtain was covering the battlefield.

Xiaodao saw that the enemies who were hit by the fragments of the Tiger Crouching Cannon had their bodies torn apart instantly, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and their screams echoed in the canyon.

And those surviving enemies, although wearing heavy plate chain mail, could not completely withstand the rain of birdshot.

The lead bullets from the birdshot drew tiny tracks in the air, like a deadly hail, hitting the enemy's shields and armor.

Although the plate mail provided some protection, the dense barrage of birdshot penetrated their weak spots and struck their faces, arms, and legs.

Not far behind the fog wall formed by gun smoke, the surface of an enemy's steel shield was pitted and his face was covered in blood, obviously hit by lead bullets. He didn't even have the strength to scream, so he squatted on the ground, looking down at the ground in a daze.

Beneath him, there was a person with a face as pale as paper, staring at him with wide eyes.

Almost immediately after this round of shooting, the formations of the musketeers and sword and shield soldiers became sparse and chaotic.

Those who were shot were wailing, those who were dazed stood still, those who were frightened retreated, and only a few brave people were still running forward.

"Come on!"

Xiaodao was the first to charge, and the players who could move behind him followed closely. Together, they broke through the smoke, and the bayonets flashing with cold light formed a sparse but very deadly forest of gunfire.

Xiaodao's charging speed was the fastest among all the players. He met a sword and shield player who was confused by the rain of bullets and staggering in the smoke. The moment the two looked at each other, Xiaodao stabbed forward with the flintlock in his hand.

The feeling of the bayonet entering the human body is like cutting oil-soaked leather. The three-edged bayonet of the knife accurately pierces the gap in the neck guard below the Adam's apple of the sword and shield fighter, and stirs the handle to damage the cervical vertebrae.

He could see that the old soldier with a mustache and a nose helmet had his eyes bulging. In the last moment of his life, he swung his sword with all his might and slashed at the player, but Xiaodao just took a step back, causing the blade in his hand to just grazed the breastplate, scraping a string of orange-yellow sparks on the steel plate.

"Keep the wedge!"

Xiaodao threw the body off the bayonet and yelled.

The three blood-stained bayonets immediately retracted into arrowheads, covering the left and right sides of the knife. All the players who rushed into the enemy camp advanced in a unified rhythm with their military boots stained with minced meat.

This is a classic gun formation summarized by nearly a hundred players after dying dozens of times on the battlefield. It is simple yet extremely effective. Each bayonet is precisely controlled in the blind spot of the shoulder of the companion in front.

Three to five people form an assault team, like a sharp arrow. The person walking in the front is responsible for charging forward, tearing through the enemy's formation, and breaking into the deepest part. The players on the left and right provide cover and kill, and sometimes they even need to sacrifice themselves to block bullets for the player who acts as the arrow.

More assault groups gathered together to form an attack arrow, rushing forward and never stopping. Even if they died, they would fall forward and never lie down backward.

How can a soldier retreat after crossing the river?

With this aggressive and reckless fighting style, almost within a minute, dozens of corpses appeared among the two hundred Republic musketeers and sword and shield soldiers who were hit by artillery and buckshot.

The remaining soldiers, numbering less than a hundred, were defeated by the players. They cried and shouted, dropped their weapons, and turned and ran away.

Xiaodao stopped and raised his hand to signal other players not to get too excited and continue chasing, because at the end of the canyon, the sound of horns could be heard one after another. That was the signal that Home Alone and other players were starting to harvest the defeated soldiers.

When the enemy attacked, Xiaodao notified the players who were playing outside in the wild in advance to come back quickly. Now, judging from the signal and the situation, the timing of their return was just right.

This is such a bargain, it really makes me feel unbalanced. I have to ask the Ultramarines for some compensation. They earn merit and reputation, so they have to give me some silver dollars and equipment.

"we won?"

"We won today's battle, but what about tomorrow? There's an army of a thousand men gathered outside the canyon. This battle won't be easy to win."

"That's great. I thought there was no fun to play later."

"Instead of worrying about not being able to fight, why not look back and lend a hand to carry the seriously injured brothers back for help? In this place, if one person dies, we will be one less person, and there is no way to replenish them..."

(End of this chapter)