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Chapter 52: Biqi Town, Players Show Off Their Skills (Part )

Killing with a volley of gunfire requires a lot of courage.

What players happen to lack the most is courage.

When the Restoration Army musketeers in front of the hillside opened fire, Chris immediately ducked his head and hid behind a big rock. He also pulled back Connie who was curiously peeking out from the other side.

"Don't look!"

The enemy's muskets were not very accurate, but no one knew whether a lead bullet would happen to fall beside the big rock and blow Connie in the head.

You can believe that you have luck, but you must never rely on luck to solve problems.

After the first wave of enemy shooting, Chris looked around and found that the team was in good condition. There was only one person wailing, and it seemed that there were only one or two casualties.

One player was lying down, and one of the mercenaries who delivered the gun also fell down. The former was shot in the chest by the lead bullets fired from the 20mm heavy musket, and there was no way he could be saved.

The latter seemed to have been shot in the leg and was now lying on the ground, covering his thigh and wailing.

"Go, Connie, take your men and carry the wounded to the back of the hillside so the doctors back there can give them first aid!"

"But I still have to protect..."

"I don't need protection, go!"

Under Chris's order, Connie took her subordinates away from the big rock and went to drag the wounded.

"Oh, my problem. The team has too many problems. As expected, no one will realize them unless they go through actual combat."

Chris sighed and turned his attention back to the battlefield.

The first forty-nine players do not need any command. They are firing freely at the fastest speed and continuously attacking the enemy musketeers.

The enemy's musketeers are currently conducting a three-stage forward fire, and the firepower of each salvo is more intense than that of the defending forces.

The forward three-stage shooting means that after the first row of musketeers fire, they stand still and reload ammunition.

The commander ordered the third row of soldiers to move forward, pass the first and second rows in front, line up at the front and fire, then reload ammunition on the spot, the second row moved forward, and finally the first row of musketeers who had loaded ammunition.

This cycle repeated itself, the sound of gunfire continued, and the team advanced forward.

The tactics looked good, but during Chris's secret observation, he discovered that in such a shootout, the enemy musketeers, who were more numerous, were suppressed and suffered heavier casualties.

They only fired five rounds of volleys and closed the distance to fifty meters before more than a dozen people fell again.

There were a few lying in front, and now there are more than ten more, making a total of more than twenty.

There were about a hundred people originally, and in just a few minutes of shooting, with bullets whizzing and gunshots ringing in their ears, their reloading actions gradually became panicked, and the number of mistakes increased dramatically.

Some musketeers loaded the propellant but forgot to release the lead bullets, while others dropped the fuse and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Others were loading ammunition, but because they were a little slow and the officer next to them was urging them to move forward, they forgot to pull out the cleaning rod. They just ran to the front with their rifles and fired, expelling the cleaning rod and bullet together.

When it was time to reload the bullets, he only had a cleaning rod and he stared blankly at the ox horn powder pot in his hand, at a loss as to what to do.

Correspondingly, seven or eight players died in such a shootout, but no matter how many died, even if they were shot in the shoulder and injured, they were able to complete their combat actions in an orderly manner.

He would not panic or get confused. After being shot and falling down, he would just reach out his hand and ask his brother next door to help him for the sake of the party and the country.

The most noteworthy are the sword and shield players.

Chris noticed that after the two sides started shooting, they moved away on the two wings.

As the enemy musketeers advanced, firing, the separated sword and shield soldiers initially remained motionless. When the exchange of fire reached its most intense point and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, the sword and shield soldiers began to circle around, using the smoke and the terrain as cover, trotting quickly and charging towards the hillside. Their target was clear: the musket loaders at the flanks and rear of the defending army.

Chris squinted his eyes and observed the battlefield for a while, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

This seems like a good opportunity. The sword and shield soldiers are going to attack me from behind. Does this mean that their musketeers have temporarily lost their cover?

……

With a "puff", Carrot, who was using a push rod to push the oil paper and lead bullet into the barrel, saw the mud flying around his feet.

Was it a stray bullet, or was someone specifically aiming at him?

It didn't matter. Carrot continued to do his own thing. His movements did not change at all. He was neither anxious nor panicked. He followed his own pace and completed the loading within twenty seconds. He raised his hand and placed the heavy musket on the gun rack in front of him.

At this time, the gunpowder smoke from Carrot's previous shot had not completely dissipated. It not only blocked his vision, but also made his eyes tear up and he could hardly open them.

Carrot was very calm. He remained unmoved. He held the gun and tilted it slightly according to the last shooting angle. He aimed at the figure looming in the smoke, pulled the trigger, and struck the fuse on the gunpowder pool.

Unlike modern smokeless gunpowder, the propellant used by Carrot now is inferior black powder, which has low combustion efficiency, large smoke and strong smell.

So when using this heavy matchlock gun, every time Carrot pulled the trigger, a large cloud of smoke and flames would emerge from the gunpowder pool just in front of the trigger.

Inexperienced shooters would stare wide-eyed at the enemy, and then be blinded by the smoke and fire, causing them to cry in pain.

Experienced people, such as Carrot, will keep their entire body still before pulling the trigger, lower their head and close their eyes, to ensure that the direction of the gun remains unchanged and the bullet is shot at the target they are aiming at.

This shooting method makes aiming very difficult, but the accuracy of the matchlock gun is just like that, unless you are very close. If you want to hit the target from a distance, you have to rely on luck.

Therefore, Carrot would not take it seriously. He would just roughly point the muzzle of the gun in the direction he wanted to shoot, fire, and then open his personal log to see if there was any new data updated.

Well, no?

Then continue reloading.

But so far, Carrot has fired eight shots.

He was an unlucky guy because his location was a bit remote and he didn't shout or make any obvious movements, so none of the NPCs who came over to change guns came to find him.

Although his luck was not very good, Carrot did not complain, but instead loaded his ammunition.

It is fun to play with a matchlock gun and shoot it, and the process of loading the ammunition is also a pleasure.

After firing eight shots, Carrot's current result is two kills, two out of eight. I don't know whether this result is good or bad.

“Beep…beep beep beep…beep…”

The sharp whistle sounded very penetrating amidst the dense and continuous gunfire. Carrot, whose ears were numb, heard it first and thought about it seriously.

"Short, long, short... Is this the charge?"

Carrot remembered what the NPC said this morning. He turned his head and looked around. The other players had already taken out their weapons and rushed towards the smoke.

Hey, those enemies who are also wielding muskets are very close, just forty meters away, they can rush over in just two steps!

Carrot also quickly dropped the clumsy musket, drew out the two-handed long sword from his waist, and rushed down.

"Kill them! Charge forward and chop them to death!"

It was difficult to hit the target with the matchlock gun, so it was better to just rush over with the weapon and kill them.

(End of this chapter)