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Chapter 87: Big Mix-up (VI)
What happened!?

Colonel Bernal woke up from his sleep. When he rushed out of the room on the top floor of the castle in his pajamas and came to the balcony outside, he saw fireworks that had not yet completely disappeared rising two kilometers away.

If Colonel Bernal remembered correctly, that seemed to be the location of the Restoration Army's camp.

What happened? Did the arsenal of the Restoration Army explode?
Colonel Bernal thought with some joy, but his good mood did not last long. He saw and heard shouts and screams coming from the hillside.

Because of the distance and the lack of a telescope, Colonel Bernal had no idea what was happening on the fortress's first line of defense. The only thing he knew was that a battle had clearly broken out there.

Colonel Bernal hurried back to his room, and at this time his door was knocked.

"Come in!"

A sergeant in half armor broke in. He was responsible for the colonel's guard and also served as a messenger.

"Colonel, we're being invaded!"

"Is it a trench? I see it. It's not a very important place. Send a messenger immediately to..."

"No, Colonel!"

The sergeant didn't care about the hierarchy in the army. He loudly interrupted Colonel Bernal's order and said the rest of the words.

"It's the secondary fort. The drawbridge has been lowered. The enemy has entered the secondary fort!"

"What!?"

Colonel Bernal's originally relaxed expression immediately disappeared, replaced by disbelief.

"Quickly form a commando team and push the enemy back!"

……

Blonde Polka was surprised by what happened to her tonight.

Before the action began, he had a premonition that tonight's battle would be a tough one, but in Polka's imagination, he should lead his two hundred men in a bloody battle with the Minisians in the castle.

As a result, the reality was quite different from what he had imagined. The suspension bridge fell, and the commandos in the front were hit by volleys of gunfire and suffered heavy losses. The only five light cavalrymen in the team sent out from the back were hit by a rain of lead bullets and were killed in an instant.

He and his subordinates were shooting at an unknown enemy a hundred meters away from them.

The enemy's firepower was really fierce. They fired round after round of volleys at this side. Polka saw with his own eyes that the grass in front of him was broken into pieces by the lead bullets, and the sound of the grass breaking through the air was endless.

The Earl's elite private soldiers on both sides were also fighting back. They were equipped with bows and arrows, crossbows, and even a small number of flintlock pistols.

However, during the shootout, Polka was surprised to find that the Earl's private soldiers, who seemed to be more numerous, were falling one after another.

Polka first took out the small wooden stick in his arms, tapped his forehead, then stood up bravely and observed the other party's situation.

From the constantly lit flames and the silhouettes in the moonlight, Polka could see that the number of people on the other side was not more than that of the people on this side. They were at most about a hundred people.

However, most of them had flintlock rifles, and the flintlock rifles in their hands had an extraordinary rate of fire, two points faster than the flintlock pistols issued to the earl's private soldiers.

This resulted in a continuous stream of lead bullets when the enemy fired freely, as if there was a company of musketeers on the opposite side.

"My lord, my lord!"

The captain in a tricorn hat half-knelt down at Polka's feet and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"What are your orders!?"

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Polka blinked. A bullet had just passed by his head, and the sharp wind it brought with it made his ear hurt a little. "What?"

The captain couldn't believe it and asked again.

"Your order?"

"Lead the troops to retreat. Continuing to fight will not benefit our mission objectives. We should retreat first to conserve our strength and let these unknown people enter the castle first and fight the Minisians inside.

We’ll come back later.”

The captain was unwilling to accept this order. He bit his lips so hard that they bled.

"Sir, why don't you use your magic? Just let us charge forward and we will definitely defeat the enemy. They are all musketeers and must be afraid of close combat!"

“No, magic is not a wishing machine. There is no magical element on this continent. The use of any magic will come at a huge price. I cannot waste my life.

Stop talking, retreat quickly! "

At Polka's insistence, the captain blew the whistle and retreated with all the earl's private soldiers who were still able to move in the opposite direction.

Under the cover of darkness, Polka and others retreated smoothly, and the player who fired the gun did not think of chasing them, because compared with these enemies of unknown origin, Bolas Fortress was more important no matter how you looked at it.

After repelling the enemy, they quickly turned around and ran towards the castle drawbridge.

Because they were a bit far away, about half a kilometer away, they couldn't run to the front line in a short time. For the time being, Xiaodao and others had to rely on themselves to fight.

……

"kill!"

Xiaodao roared, and he used his shoulder to hit the shield of a sword and shield fighter, forcibly knocking it off track. The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand stabbed upward from bottom to top, and immediately a strong dull feeling came from the hilt of the sword.

Xiaodao knew where he had stabbed, so he drew back the sword, raised his gauntleted left hand, and smashed the back of his hand hard against the enemy's helmet, like a war hammer, knocking him to the ground.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of smoke flew out from the room in front. Xiaodao immediately felt someone punched him in the chest. With a clang, something was bounced off the breastplate, flew up in front of him, and then fell down.

Was I shot?

This thought appeared in Xiaodao's mind, but it could not stop him from rushing into the room with a howl, stabbing the Han sword into the chest of the stunned musketeer, and the musket without a buttstock slipped from his hand.

After taking out the musketeer, Xiaodao drew his weapon and ran out of the room.

The secondary fort of Bolas Fortress is not big, with one floor only about 400 square meters, about the same size as a standard basketball court, and it is a three-story stone building with a pointed roof.

Therefore, there are not many deputy fort guards on night duty tonight, only about thirty people, only half of whom are armored soldiers, and the remaining half are unarmored archers and musketeers.

When Xiaodao and his men entered the secondary fort, the fate of the guards inside was sealed.

Xiaodao led half of the men up the stairs to clear out the enemies hiding on the second floor, while the remaining half took flintlock rifles to seize the stone bridge connecting to the main castle.

While Xiaodao was busy chopping people, he heard gunshots coming from downstairs of the auxiliary fort. The crisp and loud sound was unique to the Chris flintlock rifle. The matchlock and matchlock guns used by the enemy were very dull.

The difference between the two is extremely obvious.

Xiaodao knew that someone must be coming downstairs, so he had to speed up the cleaning and go down to help.

(End of this chapter)