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Chapter 95 Chris's Sniper Battle (I)

On a hillside, Chris was bent over with his hands on his knees. He was breathing heavily, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down his forehead.

On the hillside, around Chris, nearly two hundred militiamen behaved in the same way. Some of them were standing, some were lying, feeling the cold night wind and drinking the honey water they had received before setting off.

Next to Chris, Isaac performed better. He was also very tired. The forced march from the camp to here was exhausting even for a veteran like him.

This night march was a real test of the soldiers' physical fitness and discipline. Fortunately, there were not many people, only two hundred, two centuries in total. Chris and Isaac, as well as some centurions he appointed, were able to manage it.

During the forced march, even though Chris was a prince, he had to run as fast as he could on the mountain road.

There was no other way. There were few horses, and the few available had to be distributed among messengers and scouts. They were the ears and eyes of the army, and if they relied on their two legs to run, not only would they easily die, but it would also delay things.

In addition to riding horses, there were about sixty or so horses and donkeys that Chris brought from the Bohemian Empire during his first smuggling trip, and Isaac brought from the second smuggling trip. They crossed the mountains and successfully arrived in Beach Town alive.

Chris used all of this valuable animal power to transport ammunition and the militia's spare weapons, armor, as well as muskets and cannons.

Chris felt that these horses and donkeys were not enough, as there was no extra animal power to use as mounts.

Is now the time to enjoy?

“How many people have been left behind?”

After taking a short break and catching their breath, Chris and Isaac's first words were these.

"I don't know how much... but it won't be too much."

Isaac turned and took a quick look at the many militiamen on the hill in the moonlight.

"They are generally in good physical condition and are used to climbing mountain roads. There are about a dozen people who have fallen behind, no more than 20.

I arranged for Connie to follow behind with the civilians. They will bring back any militiamen who have strayed. Even if anyone is lost, they will return to the camp after daybreak."

Chris felt relieved a little. He raised the telescope and began to observe the battlefield.

The first thing Chris observed was the Bolas Fortress. In the dark night, the fortress was like a giant beast sitting on a cliff, standing motionless in the darkness.

In front of it, on the slope, there were many tiny points of fire lighting up. Without looking closely, Chris could tell that it was players shooting at the fortress.

There were nearly two hundred players, who were following the tactic of changing positions after each shot on the slope, stubbornly shooting at the guards on the fortress.

The fortress guards, who were protected by cover, would of course fight back, but in the darkness, coupled with the players' roaming, it was only God-knows what the hit rate of their arrows and lead bullets would be.

In such a battle, the fortress guards would certainly not be willing to fight back, but this was not something that could be solved by simply hiding, because Chris saw many players sneaking around under the fortress, throwing grappling hooks upwards, or setting up ladders.

Except for Chris, no one knew where the players got these wall-climbing tools. In order to prevent the enemy from climbing up, the Minisians in the fortress had to stick their heads out from behind the parapets and windows, no matter how reluctant they were.

Chris was fascinated by the battle, but after watching for a while, he saw that the gate of the fortress was actually opened.

Two people who should be players rushed out from inside. They waved vigorously towards the outside of the city, calling on the people outside to follow them.

"That's it!"

Seeing this, Chris slapped his thigh. The main gate opened, and over two hundred players rushed in. Even if the fortress was guarded by demons, it would fall.

Chris turned the telescope and looked towards the Restoration Army camp.

There, he saw some tiny sparks of fire still burning. Although some people were trying to put out the fire, it seemed that they could not be completely extinguished until dawn.

Can players' arson cause such great damage?

Chris was a little confused.

But this is not the point. The point is the troops gathering in front of the Restoration Army camp. Chris roughly counted the flags near their torches and the area they occupied. The troops gathered outside were about two thousand people.

The Restoration Army has obviously discovered the abnormality of Bolas Fortress. They may have discovered the existence of a third-party force, or they may simply want to give it a try.

In any case, the Restoration Army began their actions again.

This is also the main purpose of Chris and the militia, who rushed here even if they had to march quickly at night.

Chris climbed up a big rock nearby and looked around with the help of moonlight.

The militiamen around had basically rested well. It was certainly impossible for them to fully recover their physical strength, but forming a battle array, marching quickly, and firing their guns should not be a problem.

"Put on your armor! All centurions, quickly lead your men to line up, put on your armor, and collect your reserve ammunition. Prepare for battle!"

Chris yelled.

Bruno, the militia captain standing nearby, was the first to react. He quickly walked to the side of the cavalry, asked the auxiliary soldiers to stand up, and unloaded all the weapons and equipment from the horses' backs and stomachs.

The militia also gathered around under the leadership of the centurion, and found the horses with the same numbers according to the signs in their hands, and took the equipment belonging to their team from the grooms.

"Put it on me quickly!"

Bruno was in the crowd. Wearing a cotton armor lining, he shouted loudly to his subordinates, asking them to work together to put a breastplate on him and then buckle the belt behind his back.

As the captain of the militia, Chris likes Bruno very much. Although his title doesn't sound very nice, in fact, this honest and strong man is one of the few senior talents under Chris's command.

If Bruno died on the battlefield, it would mean the end of the only promising talent in the militia.

So, Chris equipped the militia captain with some extra goodies.

The breastplate Bruno is equipped with is forged from a single piece of high-manganese steel plate. It is not only strong but also fits him very well. In addition, there is also a helmet, face guard, neck guard, shoulder armor, arm armor, and skirt armor.

It can be said that Bruno's upper body is tightly wrapped in steel. Even his lower body has leather leggings, which cannot block lead bullets, but they can completely weaken the damage caused to the wearer by ordinary sword and other attacks.

After Bruno finished putting on his armor, he picked up an axe gun and walked among the militia, urging them to put on their armor quickly, take their weapons and ammunition, and prepare for battle.

On the other side, Isaac was listening to Chris's pre-war arrangements.

(End of this chapter)