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Chapter 32: Rushing to Hell (Part )

Chris is a person who is very afraid of death.

Tonight's horse bandit attack was futile from the beginning because Chris bought a thermal imager on an online shopping platform.

After nightfall, Chris volunteered to be a sentry. He climbed up a temporary five-meter-high wooden sentry tower and used a thermal imager to observe the surroundings.

The five-meter height of the watchtower is not particularly high, but it is enough for Chris to overlook the area within a kilometer, including the small hill which is only a little over six meters high... Chris specifically focused on the small hill.

In the 21st century, China's civilian thermal imagers have become very powerful.

Within one kilometer, without interference, a cat, a dog, or even a bird flying by can have their white silhouettes clearly reflected on the thermal imager.

So when the gang members appeared on the hill with their horses, Chris saw them first.

The leading gangster was very cautious. He noticed something was wrong right away and then lay down.

Unfortunately, all this is useless. In front of the thermal imager, darkness is not an obstacle.

After discovering the traces of the bandits, Chris immediately pulled the rope on the watchtower. After a while, Isaac, who was also awake, ran to the bottom of the watchtower.

"Here they come, they're coming!"

"where is it?"

"On the opposite hillside... more than 30 people."

"learn."

Isaac knew that Chris was special, so he didn't ask how he could see the bandits' actions in the dark.

Isaac hurried away and began to whisper to everyone in the car formation, and he deliberately did not extinguish the campfire to prevent the bandits on the opposite side of the hill from noticing anything was wrong.

The gunmen quickly and quietly crouched down behind the carriage and hid, but at this point, some trouble arose.

The flintlock gunners were fine; they only had to pour the gunpowder into the powder pool and pull the trigger to prepare for shooting.

The musketeers had a more complicated job. They had to light the fuse on the gun, and then hide carefully during the process so that the bandits outside could not see the unusual light.

However, when the musketeers had made their preparations for shooting with great effort, the horse bandits on the opposite side of the hill quietly retreated.

Chris had been tracking their movements with a thermal imager. As soon as he saw the direction the bandits were heading, he knew they were not retreating, they were just taking a detour.

Chris lowered his head again and told Isaac the situation. The latter was a little disappointed, but did not dismiss the guys. Instead, he asked them to continue on standby.

When Chris spent half an hour monitoring the horse bandits, watching them climb mountains and cross rivers with great difficulty, making a big circle, and coming from the hillside to behind the bushes, he knew what these guys wanted to do.

When the fight starts, this watchtower will definitely be one of the enemy's targets. Chris didn't dare to look at it any longer. He quickly grabbed the ladder and slid down.

After landing, Chris saw two players squatting under the watchtower, and he didn't know what they wanted to do.

"What are you doing?"

They looked at each other and gave Chris an unexpected answer.

"We are protecting you."

"I don't need protection, give..."

Chris waved his hand, pointing toward the bushes.

"The enemy is about to rush over from that side, go over there quickly!"

After saying that, Chris ran over excitedly, ready to join in the fun with his musket.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Chris did not walk to the side of the carriage. Instead, he hid behind the big rock he had seen during the day, then quietly lay on it, revealing half of his face and looking out.

When the sound of horse hooves rang out, just listening to the sound was still very shocking. The dull sound caused by hitting the earth was like rolling thunder, coming from far away and getting closer.

"Ready, stand up!"

Isaac's people were nowhere to be found, and his voice became a little nervous at this moment. Chris said that the barbed wire could block the cavalry's charge, but seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving. Before he had seen it, he didn't dare to believe it completely.

"Pikemen, get ready for the barricades. Musketeers, come quickly and raise your rifles beside the carriage... There's a bonfire at the back. Come quickly, put it out!"

The people in the traffic jam became panic-stricken and chaotic.

But they were just a little panicked. The performance of the members of Isaac's caravan was still acceptable. They had seen blood during the two months of trading. They were panicked only because they were nervous about facing cavalry for the first time.

Amid Isaac's loud shouts, the caravan members were panicked, but they still did what they had to do.

The bonfire in the camp was quickly extinguished, and the musketeers, whether armed with flintlock or matchlock rifles, lined up in neat rows behind the carriages, ready to shoot.

The guys holding spears even bravely came to both sides of the musketeers, then placed their spears on the carriages and wooden boxes, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the horse bandits.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and then just as the sound of thunder was heard fifty meters away, when someone was so nervous that he was about to pee, the tinkling sound of ringing bells suddenly rang out, followed by a heavy object falling to the ground and someone screaming.

"Success!"

Lin Ruoyu, who was squatting on the side, was ecstatic. He stood up, raised the flintlock in his hand and fired a shot in the direction of the sound in the darkness ahead.

"Hit, brothers, hit hard!"

"Damn it, stop shooting!"

Isaac cursed, feeling a little regretful that he should have taken the command of his followers from His Highness Chris earlier.

But now it's too late.

Because of Lin Ruoyu's gunshot, the other five players either fired their multi-barreled pistols into the darkness or sprinted a short distance and threw the wooden javelins in their hands forward.

Influenced by them, more than ten musketeers in the line could not help themselves. When the first person pulled the trigger and shot the bullet into the darkness, the other nine people also fired one after another behind him, with crackling sounds.

Seeing this, Isaac could only fire the flintlock in his hand and then skillfully began to load ammunition.

"Quick, quick, reload, free fire, free fire!"

All the gunners were firing, and smoke quickly filled the area inside and outside the convoy. Even Chris couldn't help but raise his gun, find an angle where no one was blocking him, and fire a shot towards the outside of the convoy. Then he turned back and stood behind a rock to reload the bullet. Reloading the ammunition for the muzzle-loading musket was a bit troublesome, so there's no need to repeat it here.

You just need to know that a soldier who can fire three shots in one minute on the battlefield is definitely an excellent soldier.

The muskets on the chariot formation crackled, and even more shrill screams, the neighing of horses, and the thud of war horses falling to the ground came from the bushes.

The most important thing was the sporadic gunfire coming from the horse bandits, who also fired back at the convoy.

When Lin Ruoyu was firing the fifth shot, he felt a crackling sound from the carriage in front of him. Apparently, a lead bullet had hit its body.

Ah, the enemy actually dares to resist!

Lin Ruoyu was furious. He turned around and yelled at the players following him.

"Light the torch and throw it over. Throw the torch into our trap area to illuminate the position of those horse bandits."

The torches were prepared in advance, and the bonfire had not been completely extinguished. The two players simply placed the torches on the charcoal fire, wrapped the hemp rope around the other end of the firewood, and lit the simple torch soaked in grease.

Then, the two men held up four torches and threw them out of the formation.

If it is when the server is just launched and the players have just turned from frozen meat into lively people, they are weak and even if they throw things with all their strength, they can't throw them too far.

But it’s different now. The players have been walking continuously for more than two months, eating meat and fish every day for more than two months. They are all fat and strong now, and throwing a torch is not a problem at all.

There were four torches, and the farthest one was thrown more than fifty meters away by the player.

Four torches fell to the ground, illuminating the figures of people and horses struggling in the low bushes. The guns, muskets, javelins, and other miscellaneous flying props on the chariot formation also became more accurate.

"Ah ah ah..."

Brand roared in anger and pain. He pulled his legs out from under the horse's belly, turned his body with difficulty, hid behind the horse's corpse, and looked up at the situation nearby.

His horse just fell down, and before he could react, someone from the chariot formation opened fire and killed his horse with one shot.

If the horse that was shot dead was not his own, Brand would really applaud this shot... It was so beautiful, a shot on the horse's head, killing it with one shot.

Excluding the possibility of dealing with a sharpshooter who can see clearly even in the dark, it would just be that I am just unlucky.

The horse bandits following behind Brand also basically stopped charging. It was not because the firepower on the opposite side of the chariot formation was too fierce, but because there was something wrong with the bushes on the ground!
Brand, lying on the ground, just touched his painful legs and the tough and thin thing wrapped around them, and he found out the reason why his horse fell.

"What the hell is this?"

Brand tried to pull it hard, wanting to get the damn thing away from his legs, but as soon as he pulled, he felt a stinging pain in his legs and hands.

The dim visual conditions and Brand, who had never seen barbed wire before, made the bandit leader at a loss, and in the end he could only grit his teeth and fight on.

However, concertina wire is a very vicious thing. If your legs are entangled by it and you don't know the correct way to untie it, the more recklessly you try, the tighter it will entangle you.

Now Brand was just acting recklessly. He pulled hard for a long time, and finally took out his saber in anger and chopped at the thorns that were as tangled as hemp ropes, but it was no use.

The thing that the tough concertina wire is least afraid of is the slashing of swords and knives.

After a long while, Brand finally realized something and put down the knife. Regardless of the pain, he reached out and fumbled for a long time before he finally tore his foot out of the "steel thorns".

Although he was cut several times and several pieces of flesh fell off, Brand finally escaped.

By the light of the torches thrown by the enemy nearby, Brand saw that the situation of the bandits was not good.

Some people are like me, their horses have fallen down during the sprint for inexplicable reasons and broken their legs, or their horses have something wrapped around their legs and are struggling and shaking their heads, and people have fallen to the ground.

Some of the people who fell to the ground were firing their guns, and were then forced to stand and reload, and were hit by bullets and javelins fired from the opposite side.

The javelin was also a deadly weapon. Although it was just a sharpened wooden pole, the sharpened javelin head was carbonized by fire, and its hardness was enough to tear human flesh.

Some of the horse bandits were lucky. When they saw their companions in front of them fall down inexplicably, they reined in their horses and stopped abruptly outside the steel thorn area.

Faced with the shouts of their companions, these horse bandits hesitated for a moment, and some of them dismounted from their horses, wanting to walk over and rescue the bandits in distress.

As a result, because they could not see the situation on the ground clearly and were not familiar with the barbed wire, these kind-hearted horse bandits carefully avoided the bushes and walked on the ground without weeds. Soon, they heard the sound of steel biting, and someone hugged his legs and wailed.

It turned out that the horse bandit had stepped on a trap between the barbed wire, and under the force of the modern spring, his leg bones were "bitten" off.

The miserable and desperate end of this unfortunate fellow frightened the other bandits, and those who had not been trapped in the thorny area dared not move.

The few bandits who were still hesitating outside immediately spurred their horses and turned around to run away. They knew that their trapped companions were beyond saving.

The caravan in the convoy was firing and throwing javelins at this side, while the horse bandits dozens of meters away could only passively take the beating and didn't know how to fight back if they wanted to.

If someone falls down while riding a horse at high speed, how many people will not have their weapons thrown out?

Even with a musket in hand, the bandit could only fire one shot at most. He simply did not have the time or environment to reload a second shot.

Realizing this, Brand immediately hooted like an owl, which was the retreat signal agreed upon by the Brand gang. The bandits who heard this signal had to retreat immediately.

The people on the chariot formation, including the players, did not notice the seemingly ordinary owl cry, but they saw the horse bandits struggling to get up from the ground and staggering backwards.

Seeing this scene, everyone became even more excited. Lin Ruoyu and six other players even jumped onto the carriage with machetes and spears in hand and rushed out.

When Isaac saw this, he was so scared that he ran over and shouted loudly.

"Don't go out, don't chase him out!"

Isaac had never seen such a warlike person. He dared to chase in the pitch-black night and even ran towards the trap area he had set.

Even if you set the traps yourself, it will be useless if you remember their original locations after they were disrupted by the bandits.

Seeing that his shouting was useless, Isaac was so anxious that he wanted to catch up and pull them back with action.

Seeing this, Chris left the big rock and ran over to grab Isaac.

"Forget it, forget it, let them go. They are not afraid of death, and it is not a pity if they die."

(End of this chapter)