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Chapter 153 Crazy Gambler (Part )

Chapter 85

"boom!"

Another shot, and Home Alone watched with great joy as the figure he was aiming at fell backwards, and he knew he had hit the target.

It was too easy to stand behind the battlements of the city wall and fire. Those people rushing up the winding mountain road were like moving targets, exposed and unobstructed, and the flow of people was particularly dense.

If you fire a shot yourself, even if it misses, someone else will be shot next.

Home Alone really enjoys this hunting activity which is easier than hunting turkeys.

Of course, the enemies below the city wall also have one advantage over turkeys, and that is...

"clang!"

An arrow grazed the disc helmet and flew over Home Alone's head, leaving him with a scratch as a gift.

“These turkeys will fight back!”

The little devil shrank his head, adjusted his tilted helmet, spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated behind the battlement to reload ammunition.

The smoke and sulfur smell wafting from the side made him cough, but the burning sensation from his fingertips made the player tremble with excitement.

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal friction under the battlement, which attracted his attention. The little kid quickly stood up and looked out.

Under the city wall, several enemies were stealthily pushing a siege ladder upwards.

"Fuck, someone come quickly!"

Home Alone screamed and fired his flintlock, killing one of them, then turned around and waved.

A knight player who looked like a tin can not far away immediately ran over with a hot asphalt can and smashed it at the enemy below.

Amidst the screams, Home Alone heard a familiar shout... It was the voice of Old Smoker, a team member who was operating the Tiger Crouching Cannon ten meters away on the left.

“Little devil!!!”

This player, who never forgot to hold a homemade cigarette in his mouth even when fighting, suddenly shouted after firing a cannon. This was because when he leaned out to look for the target, he suddenly saw silver ripples flashing at the corner of the city wall.

Five or six enemies holding steel shields were approaching the base of a spire on the right side of the cliff, and their yellow and white uniforms were shining bloody in the setting sun.

"Over there, over there!"

The Smoking Man had no idea what they were going to do, but stopping them was definitely the right thing to do.

Home Alone followed the direction of Old Smoker and saw the enemy. He once again thrust out his flintlock.

However, this time his eyes went dark, and an unstoppable force forced Home Alone to fly backwards, and together with the iron lumps and large pieces of rubble on the side, he smashed fiercely into the castle wall behind him.

The old smoker witnessed all this and cursed subconsciously.

"Fuck, what an unlucky guy, he was hit by a shell."

As he spoke, the old smoker called out to the friendly NPC gunners on both sides to come over and take over his work, while he took out two glass bottles from the box next to him and walked over quickly.

He leaned out from the gap created by the artillery fire and threw glass bottles towards the city gate one after another, which immediately caused a fire to rise below.

+ Players adapt to local conditions to improve the cocktail fire bottle +
As long as you drop it to the ground, the glass bottle will break and catch fire. It is very dangerous. Children should not touch it.

The high temperature of the gunpowder forced the sword and shield soldiers near the city gate to turn and flee. However, before Old Smoker could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a passionate shout from behind. "For Mother Earth!!!"

"Boom!"

The blast blew away three soldiers who were shooting out from the battlements, and a scarlet rain of broken bones and armor fell from the gap in the city wall. Even the old smoker who was standing farther away fell flat on his face and almost fell through the gap.

He lay on the ground, looking back dazed, and saw that where there were originally three friendly NPC artillery positions, there were only broken bodies and tattered clothes on the ground.

The old smoker remembered the shouting he had heard and the disappearing propellant barrel, and he understood what had happened.

"Fuck, the traitor blew himself up!"

This was Chris's negligence. He asked Connie to take people to the city gate to guard against spies, but he didn't expect that there were spies on the city wall. He found an opportunity and decisively ignited the half-stick of black gunpowder left and self-destructed.

What happened to Old Smoker and others was not common. There were not many fools who were not very smart and could be fooled. After Connie caught and executed several of them on the spot, only two of them escaped.

However, it was this one self-detonation that successfully made all the Extreme Warrior players in the castle begin to doubt the NPCs around them. They did not dare to hand over important positions such as artillery positions to them, and even had to carry the gunpowder barrels themselves.

As a result, the firepower on the walls of Bolas was significantly weakened.

Taking advantage of the decline in fire suppression on the city wall, they desperately ran across the winding mountain road, and the enemies who rushed to the city wall also seized the opportunity to launch a new attack.

As a castle left over from ancient times, the Bolas Fortress is steep and solid, but the erosion of time has left indelible marks on this ancient building. The stone bricks on the city wall have been carved unevenly by wind and rain, and moss grows quietly in the cracks.

Secondly, this castle was ultimately built for cold weapon warfare. Its walls are as high and narrow as possible, which means that it cannot accommodate heavy artillery. At the same time, the walls are too thin and can be blown up by explosive packs.

Former Kingdom General Dalek was very familiar with the characteristics of the Bolas Fortress. Therefore, in addition to the secret passage commandos and the insider, he also sent engineers carrying explosive packs to try to blow up the weak points of the Bolas city wall under the cover of other soldiers.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…”

They fought for half an hour until it was completely dark. The flintlock in his hand had run out of ammunition. The old smoker, cursing continuously, stood up with difficulty. Then, when he turned around, he saw Home Alone, half of his body still buried under the rubble, with his white teeth grinning on his face blackened by gunpowder smoke.

This guy is not dead.

“Medical team!”

The old smoker shook his numb arms and shouted, but when he turned around, he saw that Home Alone had pulled him out of the rubble.

This reckless player was tearing the first aid bandage with his teeth and wrapping it around his broken left arm, while his right hand reached for the lime-stained spring-loaded pistol at his waist and fired at Old Smoker.

"what!?"

"boom!"

The old smoker looked back and found that there was an enemy standing behind him with a dagger, ready to stab him.

When did this guy climb up here?
The old smoker quickly ran to the side and saw that a ladder had been set up.

He picked up a grenade, pulled the cord, and threw it down. After an explosion, the inferior siege ladder broke in the middle with a click.

However, in the next second, the old smoker looked down and his gaze immediately froze. Under the broken ladder, the oak barrel with cast iron hoops bloomed like a strange orange-red fire lotus at the base of the city wall.

"What the hell..."

This was the last words left by the old smoker during this siege.

At the same time that thirty kilograms of black gunpowder turned into a roaring fire dragon, blasting a hole in the rock castle that had been built for two centuries, the western hilltops on the left and right sides of the castle also transformed into evil dragons, spewing out deafening thunder and blasting more than twenty iron cannonballs at the nearly ten thousand enemy troops entrenched in the open space and on the hillside.

(End of this chapter)