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Chapter 51: Biqi Town, Players Show Their Skills (Part )

Chapter 18
Chris saw what was happening in the crowd of villagers in the distance. He saw a man rushing out of the crowd with a sword and charging towards the Restoration Army alone, but there were only a dozen or so people following him. This was a tragic scene.

Seeing this, Chris looked away and stopped paying attention to what was happening in the distance.

To be honest, from the very beginning, Chris thought that the mercenaries under his command could be more reliable and that the enemy would retreat without a fight. He never expected the town militia to help him.

There is a saying that goes, believe in the power of the people, but don't believe in the wisdom of the people.

The reasons behind this are very complicated and cannot be explained in a few words.

To put it simply, when a person walks alone, he is smart and wise, but when a group of people walk on the same road, they are stupid and blindly follow others.

Therefore, the behavior of the Beach Town militia seemed very normal to Chris.

"The enemy is approaching, Your Highness, what should we do?"

Isaac asked loudly.

"Just stay where you are and wait."

Chris looked back at the low bushes and rocks on the hillside, as well as the uneven terrain, and waved his hand.

"Now, lead them... I mean, the soldiers other than the barbarians. Take them to find nearby cover. When the enemy approaches, you can open fire freely and shoot at the enemy as quickly as possible.

And I will personally lead the barbarians.”

"Your Highness, what is the purpose of this?"

"No."

Chris spread his hands towards Isaac and said in a helpless tone.

"Except for your old brother and Connie's young man, most of those mercenaries are rookies. Do you think we can count on their fighting ability?
Of course, their morale is still very good now, but when the real battle begins and they start getting injured and bleeding, or even dying, are you sure they can maintain their current stability? "

"No."

Veteran Isaac sighed. Yes, if the new recruits can maintain stable morale, then what does the army need veterans for?
"Go quickly! If we can't even get past this, we shouldn't even dream of establishing a new Kingdom of Bagniya."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Isaac nodded heavily and walked away, but he did not do nothing. After he came to the retired brothers, Connie quickly ran over with several young men in leather armor and stood in front of Chris.

It was obvious what they were going to do.

Chris did not refuse their protection. This was the treatment he deserved. Chris would never be pretentious or hypocritical about this matter.

The two hundred enemies were not far from the hillside. The infantry phalanx they formed walked and stopped for fifteen minutes, and then reached the wheat field two hundred meters away and stopped.

McDonald, riding on a tall horse, once again raised the monocular telescope and carefully observed the enemy troops on the hillside. After looking for a long time, he still couldn't see anything.

The enemy's most elite soldiers stood in the front, while the less capable infantrymen in the back looked for places to hide, as if they were ready to hold their ground.

The tactics were unremarkable, and McDonald saw no problem with them.

"Have the scouts we sent out returned?"

McDonald lowered his head and asked the officer beside him. The latter waved to the distance. McDonald looked in the direction of his wave and saw two cavalrymen running towards the army formation.

Well, seeing them riding their horses and running back leisurely, McDonald knew that there were no ambushes nearby and the side of the battlefield was safe.

As for the rear... McDonald took the time to look back at the spearmen commanded by the sergeant major a thousand meters away. From the sound of military music coming from the air, it can be judged that they should have fought with the rebels and were gaining the upper hand.

I knew those country bumpkins weren't anything to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, McDonald raised his head, drew the saber from his waist and pointed it forward.

"Soldiers, shoulder your rifles, form a line, and advance!"

Under MacDonald's command, the musketeers formed three somewhat crooked rows and continued to walk slowly up the hillside. The sword and shield soldiers were free on both sides, carrying their weapons and walking with laughter.

The sword and shield soldiers knew very well that they would have nothing to do with the first wave of fire. The enemy's musketeers would prioritize shooting at their own musketeers. As long as they stood far away, it would be difficult for the bullets to hit them before the charge.

The musketeers also knew this, so they walked very slowly, with small steps. Some of them even muttered and prayed as they walked. "Mother Earth, bless me, bless me..."

"Mom."

Chris jumped down from the rock, leaned against its edge, then raised his brass binoculars. After making sure the enemy was within a hundred meters, he turned around and shouted orders to the player fifty meters away.

"Raise your gun...aim at the center of the enemy formation..."

The player, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately raised his gun, stuck the gun rack into the ground, and put the gun barrel on it.

Then, without waiting for Chris's next order, a naughty player roared even louder.

"Fire!!!"

These fifty players, who had just entered the game and were unfamiliar with Chris, subconsciously pulled the trigger, striking the fuse on the gunpowder pool and igniting the propellant.

Amidst a burst of dense explosions, thick smoke spurted out from the matchlocks in the players' hands. While the smoke blocked their figures, a shower of lead bullets flew towards the Restoration Army musketeers.

Amid the sharp sound of air breaking through, McDonald rode his horse calmly, still maintaining a steady pace. He turned his head to look at the musketeer beside him.

Sure enough, there was no obvious gap in his own soldiers' ranks. In this wave of volleys, only one or two people fell.

McDonald laughed. In his previous observations, he had already seen the shape of the matchlock gun in the enemy's hand. It was obviously a Bohemian heavy musket, the same weapon as his own musketeers.

This matchlock gun is powerful and has a long range, but it has the disadvantages of insufficient accuracy and slow reloading. Generally, musketeers equipped with it will fire within a range of fifty meters or even closer.

This is the only way to maximize the lethality.

Now that the enemy was firing at a distance of a hundred meters, McDonald began to wonder if those soldiers standing in standard formation were just for show.

"Keep pushing forward. Don't be afraid. The enemy is just rookies..."

MacDonald laughed loudly, and his shouting and the reality he encountered made the Musketeers calm down a lot and steady their steps.

But when the musketeers had only taken a few steps forward after the first shot and heard gunshots again on the hillside, the smile on McDonald's face disappeared.

Although the gunshots were chaotic and scattered, it was too fast. What happened?

McDonald immediately raised his monocular and through the wall of smoke thinned by the wind, he discovered the secret of the enemy's fast attack.

The NPC mercenaries behind the player rushed to the player in front amidst the fight between Isaac and the caravan fellows and handed him the loaded muskets in their hands.

Then they ran back with their empty muskets, ready to find their companions who were hiding behind rocks, trees and other shelters.

He took the second loaded musket from them, handed the empty one to him, then turned and trotted forward again to look for the player.

Chris had told Isaac about this tactic of changing guns without changing people before, but it had never been practiced. This was the first time it was used.

So, the scene was a bit chaotic. Some players fired their musket bullets and turned around to wave back, but because their positions were too remote, no one came to take their weapons.

Some players had obvious positions and several people lined up to hand them guns, which made them feel happy and troubled. They fired five shots in three seconds.

The gunpowder smoke in front of this lucky man was so thick that even the wind couldn't tear it apart for the time being.

Although the tactic of changing guns without changing players resulted in a small error in coordination, because of this method of fighting, the gunfire from the fifty players never stopped, crackling non-stop.

Continuous bullets came from the hillside, landing nearby with a whizzing sound. The musketeers' previous ease quickly disappeared. As their companions continued to fall, even the swordsmen and shieldmen who were a few meters away were knocked down, and their pressure increased dramatically.

McDonald was also forced to jump off his horse. The continuous bullets were not dense, but the sound was a bit scary. He turned his head and saw that there were about ten soldiers fallen.

Seeing fear and anxiety beginning to appear on the faces of the soldiers beside him, McDonald realized that he could not just passively take the beating. Now that they were about seventy meters away from the enemy, they could open fire.

Thinking of this, MacDonald raised his saber.

"Stop... Raise your gun... Aim... Fire!"

The same gunshots and smoke wall also appeared in front of the Restoration Army musketeers.

(End of this chapter)