I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 98 Waiting for the opportunity
Another wave of bullets rained down, and this time Captain Rachel, who was walking in the front, could not escape. He heard the soldiers cursing behind him, and also heard his beloved horse raising its front hooves while wailing, and he was flipped over on its back like a torn sack.

Captain Rachel fell on his back and was writhing in pain. He even had difficulty breathing for a while. It was not until two soldiers hurried over and helped him up that Captain Rachel regained his breath.

Captain Rachel knew the situation was not good without looking back, just by hearing the wailing and the not-so-obvious sobbing coming from behind.

After being shot at for three rounds, although there were only casualties in the last two rounds, the fact that they had to take the beating and could not fight back had already caused the morale of Rachel's company to be somewhat bad.

"Speed ​​up, rush forward, charge!"

Captain Rachel drew the saber from his waist that had not been thrown away, shouted loudly, and without caring about the soldiers' formation, he led his men to run forward quickly.

However, at the same time, the Isaac hunters who were supposed to stand still turned around and ran back at the sound of three quick whistles. In this chase and escape, the distance between them not only did not get closer, but became farther.

"Ah, damn, dirty bastard..."

Captain Rachel cursed furiously, but was unable to stop the hunters from leaving.

His soldiers were in armor, and the chasseurs carried little extra weight except for their flintlock rifles and the nine paper bullets left in their pockets.

After both sides started running, the latter, who was obviously not burdened as much, was faster.

Soon, Isaac's hunters ran back to the foot of the hill, but Isaac did not lead them up the hill. Instead, he continued to walk forward along the edge of the hillside. He stopped after walking fifty meters and reorganized the team.

Captain Rachel, furious, continued to chase with his men without thinking. Even when he saw the enemy on the hillside ahead, he did not stop.

"broken!"

Count Dirac in the rear was observing the battlefield through a monocular. When he saw the captain's choice, he knew that things were not going well.

Count Dirac didn't care that his team had not yet been fully organized. He raised his hand and pointed at another captain.

"Quickly take your light troops forward and support Captain Rachel..."

Before he could finish his words, Count Dirac heard three thunderclaps in succession and turned around suddenly.

"How come they have cannons!?"

"How could there be artillery?"

This question also appeared in Captain Rachel's mind.

Unlike the chasseur's three-round projectiles, the blows launched from the hillside were very heavy.

Captain Rachel was so anxious to fight back that he and his men got too close to the hillside, within a distance of two hundred meters.

Chris did not let him off the hook and immediately ordered the three tiger squat cannons to fire. Because the enemy was wearing armor, the shotgun shells fired were large lead bullets the size of a little finger.

One hundred and fifty lead bullets flew overhead into the ranks of Rachel's company through artillery fire, causing a flurry of chaos.

At the same time, the century-long squadron of hunters, which was leaning against the hillside, and the century-long squadron of militia on the hillside also opened fire at the same time, firing in volleys.

Firing at 200 meters, the accuracy of the flintlock rifle was already very low, but thanks to the bright light of the torch, it was still easy for the musketeers to aim... just shoot in the direction of the torch.
After the sound of gunfire, Rachel's company collapsed, and Captain Rachel led the team back.

When Count Dirac met the embarrassed Captain Rachel, he first gave the latter a horsewhip, then asked the captain to get off, gather the soldiers and reorganize the formation.

Count Dirac had already realized that the enemy troops on the hillside were an obstacle. He looked back at his own army. The army of more than 2,000 people could advance towards the fortress, but if they didn't remove the nail on the side...

Soon, Chris, who was standing on the hillside in the cold wind, saw a cavalryman with a white flag rushing towards the hillside.

Chris raised his hand to stop firing and let the cavalry come over.

The cavalry halted at the foot of the hill, dismounted, and climbed up. Isaac came with the hunters, stopped the man, carefully searched him, and then brought him up.

"Is His Royal Highness Prince Chris up there?"

"I'm!"

Chris stepped forward and had a hurricane lantern lit to illuminate himself.

The young officer in a gray uniform with the rank of second lieutenant on his shoulder took a look at Chris and then saluted him with a chest beat... He was not sure of Chris's identity, but with a gun pointed at him from behind, being more polite would definitely save his life.

"Count Dirac has entrusted me to ask what your Highness wants to do here?"

"I want Bolas's Fortress."

Chris was very direct. After he said this, he waved his hand and had the officer dragged away.

He had nothing much to say to Count Dirac. In the end, it all came down to the guns in their hands.

After the officer rode back on horseback, the Restoration Army's formation quickly moved and split into two parts.

A small group of about 500 people headed straight for the hillside, while the other large force moved slightly away from the hill occupied by the defense forces and advanced towards the Bolas Fortress.

Seeing this, Chris turned his head to look at Isaac beside him, and raised his hand to hand a walkie-talkie to the latter.

"Take it. You've used it before and know how to use it, Centurion Isaac. I need you to attack again and harass the main force of the Restoration Army.

I have already arranged for someone to take care of the supply of your unit."

"I will complete the task."

Isaac nodded solemnly to Chris, then turned around and ran downstairs with his men.

Soon, Isaac's Hunters Centurion attacked again, actively advancing towards the Restoration Army, using night vision and the projectile range of flintlock rifles to fire, hit and run.

Chris led the charge on the hillside, ordering the Tiger Cannon to keep firing, and the militia also lined up and opened fire.

……

"It's a lively fight."

At the other end of the hillside where Chris was, Lin Ruoyu, who was lying behind a rock, was observing the battle situation outside.

Behind him, row after row of soldiers were lying on the ground, waiting quietly.

The Ultramarines have always been on the edge of the battlefield. It doesn’t matter what their original plan was, because Lin Ruoyu found that he had waited for a better opportunity.

"Brothers, come and take a look. Is that old man riding a white horse and surrounded by many people a high-ranking official of the Restoration Army?!"

"What? Let me take a look..."

“I want to watch too!”

Several players raised their binoculars and scrambled to peek out from the bushes, treetops, and soil, looking for a long time.

"This old fellow, even if he's not a high-ranking official, is definitely an important figure... Boss, I think we can do something."

"Very good, brothers, push up the Tiger Crouching Cannon. We will take the cannon's sound as our command!"

(End of this chapter)