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Chapter 272 Suppression
The players were in a hurry and very impatient.

When Lin Ruoyu saw the gates of Hygrand behind him open and thousands of Earl's soldiers pouring out, he realized he had made a mistake... he had forgotten about the NPCs inside the city.

This was indeed an oversight by Lin Ruoyu, but it can't be blamed on him. It's mainly because any veteran player should be used to something like this.

When you play an online game, if there are NPCs involved in a quest, they are often not your helpers.

They are either slow to act, have poor combat ability, or fail at crucial moments, forcing players to face powerful enemies alone... Even worse, some don't even bother to act and just charge straight at the enemy, angrily offering themselves up for death, forcing players to charge along with them.

Now that the city gates were open, Lin Ruoyu realized his oversight, and his first thought was...

"Damn it, these bastards are going to come out and get their heads!"

Lin Ruoyu immediately wanted to stop the expeditionary force, slow down, and wait for the Earl's army to cover their exit from the city.

Unfortunately, his idea was good, but the other players wouldn't listen!
"Dong dong dong..."

The heavy drumbeats were exhilarating, and the scales of the fish armor clanged and clattered with each powerful step, like thousands of steel knives scraping against a whetstone.

"One, two, one...one, two, one..."

The black and white bear at the front unconsciously roared his most familiar slogan, causing the Han and Tang warriors on his left and right, as well as the heavy infantry players from other battle groups, to involuntarily follow his rhythm.

This simple slogan spread like wildfire, and soon the entire heavy infantry group was marching in unison, shouting out this powerful rhythm.

"One, two, one...one, two, one..."

Two thousand pairs of iron boots slammed onto the frozen ground at the same time, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Twenty six-pound field guns from the rear began to fire, and amidst the roar of the cannons, one steel shell after another flew towards the front of the camp, towards the Bohemians who were still in formation.

The shrill sound of shells tearing through the air ripped through the battlefield, exploding into flowers of death among the Bohemian army. The player's first salvo of artillery fire accurately struck the center of the infantry formation that was assembling, and the bouncing shells quickly plowed out several paths of death.

Bohemia was not to be outdone, and almost immediately, their artillery positions outside the camp also opened fire on Chris's expeditionary force.

The heavy infantry, now within range of enemy artillery, became the target of the Bohemian artillery, and several shells whistled as they slammed into the player's heavy infantry formation.

A solid bullet grazed the black and white bear's shoulder armor, carving a deep furrow in the snow behind it, sending clumps of frozen earth flying in all directions like shrapnel.

"Maintain formation!"

The black and white bear roared and raised its long-handled sword.

In fact, he didn't need to shout; the other players wouldn't make any rash moves. They continued to advance steadily, and even when more than a dozen people were hit by shells, they weren't afraid. They would even loudly laugh at the unlucky ones.

Getting hit by artillery shells is a normal thing; if you get hit, you can only blame your bad luck.

When the heavy infantry was hit by artillery fire, the artillery players behind them immediately adopted a "rapid firing" tactic. The loaders operated with machine-like precision... cleaning the barrel, loading the propellant, loading the shell, aiming, and firing.

Less than twenty seconds later, the second salvo followed. This time, the artillerymen deliberately aimed their shells at the Bohemian artillery positions, which had been exposed by the smoke. Due to the hasty nature of the shelling, the second salvo landed somewhat haphazardly and posed little threat to the Bohemian artillery, but it did give them a good scare.

This forced the Bohemian artillerymen to turn their attention to the expeditionary force's artillery.

At this moment, the musketeer players, clad in cotton armor, strode forward from the left and right, overtaking the slow-moving heavy infantry. With their feet stamping out the momentum of a light cavalry charge, they quickly closed to within 150 meters and opened fire on the Bohemian army formation, firing freely.

Free firing actually has a faster rate of fire than volley firing.

However, regular armies are generally reluctant to allow their musketeers and archers to fire freely, because once it starts, it's practically impossible to stop.

Those with a high rate of fire will run out of ammunition beforehand, while those with slow movements may take advantage of the chaos and end up with their guns not even warm up after a large-scale battle.

Players don't have this problem. In actual combat, many people have discovered that while volley fire may seem impressive, it actually limits the player's firepower density and the amount of fire they can project.

Now, hundreds of individual players and small battle groups who came up from the flanks of the heavy infantry have proven with real-world examples that they can produce denser and more continuous barrages when firing freely than when firing in volley mode.

Smoke instantly enveloped the entire front line of the battlefield, and the roar of hundreds of muskets rose and fell like popping beans. The players' shooting was completely haphazard, yet it created a terrifying network of fire.

Whenever a player finishes reloading, they immediately seek out the nearest target and fire, without waiting for orders.

The Bohemian musketeers, who were hiding behind the barricades in the military camp, had originally planned to fire a volley, but the rain of lead bullets that came their way almost immediately stunned them.

The Bohemian light cavalry, numbering nearly a thousand, had already left the camp and were roaming the flanks, but they dared not charge these stragglers.

The reason is simple: the heavy infantry group led by Monokuma is right behind them.

If the light cavalry charged these flintlock skirmishers, they would inevitably encounter the heavy infantry not far behind them. The gleaming of the orderly forest of longswords and the scraping sound of armor plates clashing would make the light cavalry hesitate and dare not advance.

For a time, a strange scene unfolded on the battlefield: the expeditionary force, which was clearly outnumbered, launched an attack on the Bohemian army and even gained the upper hand in the battle.

The roar of artillery and flintlock muskets, along with the clattering footsteps of advancing heavy infantry, intertwined on the battlefield to create a symphony of iron and blood.

The Bohemians' proud infantry phalanxes were routed by this tidal wave, crumbling like a castle on the beach as the tide recedes.

General Otto, standing atop the military camp's watchtower, was not in a hurry. He even calmly held up his binoculars and observed the battlefield.

"The Bagnians' fighting style... I don't remember them being this wild and reckless before!?"

"General, what do we do now?"

The adjutant cautiously inquired from the side, occasionally glancing worriedly at the battlefield. From the footage, it appeared that the Bohemian army was being overwhelmed.

Although the entire army had not yet completed its formation, and at least half of the soldiers were still in the camp, and most of the soldiers who went out were reserve soldiers in gray uniforms, the fact that the larger force was being overwhelmed by the smaller force still made him feel extremely humiliated.

"What's the rush... This is the effect I want, to isolate the enemy's heavy infantry. Only in this way can we wipe them out in one go."

(End of this chapter)