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Chapter 99 Assault, Assault!
"Prince Chris? Is this true?!"

Count Dirac rode on horseback, and while his army was advancing towards the Bolas Fortress, he did not forget to observe the battle on the hillside.

His troops charged up the hill in the darkness and were met by a barrage of fire from three small cannons and a hundred musketeers.

The spearmen in the front row seemed to have hit an invisible sickle, and the chain mail was like thin paper in front of the lead bullets. Broken bodies and broken spears flew in the air, and dozens of soldiers fell down amid the roar of guns and cannons.

The Restoration Army musketeers on both sides were also shooting, but they were using matchlock rifles, and their firing rate was more than three times slower than that of the musketeers on the hillside. Even though they were more numerous, they were suppressed by fewer musketeers.

In a short time, the charging spearmen and sword and shield men collapsed. Their morale was gone before they even started climbing the hill.

The musketeers responsible for covering them were defeated and retreated earlier.

Because Chris allocated two of the three tiger squat cannons to fire specifically at them. The cannons cast with modern steel have excellent toughness and heat dissipation performance, so they can fire at high intensity in a short period of time without worrying about the risk of explosion.

Under a wave of heavy bombardment, the premature collapse of the musketeers was predictable.

It was hard to see clearly in the dark night. Companions kept falling around me, wailing was everywhere, and lead bullets were pouring down like iron rain.

All of this is unbearable.

Defeat is inevitable.

The frontal battlefield was defeated, and the team that went around from the side was unable to climb the hillside. The hunters on the edge of the battlefield were harassing and delaying their pace. The lead bullets fired from the side were not very lethal, but they could effectively delay the soldiers' pace.

However, although the attack was unfavorable, the team he sent out blocked Prince Chris's team on the mountain, and even began to retreat to the other side of the hillside with their hurricane lanterns. It was obvious that the latter was planning to retreat.

Forget it, so be it.

Count Dirac took back the telescope. Compared to dealing with this group of enemies of unknown origin, the Bolas Fortress was the most important. There was no delay and it had to be taken down as soon as possible.

"Forward, soldiers, march quickly, take Bolas Fortress, and I will give you..."

Before Count Dirac could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sudden sound of a cannon. He immediately turned his head on his horse to look in the direction where the cannon sound came from.

The knights and elite guards surrounding Count Dirac all screamed. They fell in the opposite direction of the cannon fire as if they were hit by a giant fist, and the torches in their hands fell to the ground.

As soon as the cannon sounded, Count Dirac was dragged off his horse by the loyal foot knights and protected with his body, so that the cannonballs and lead rain from the flintlock rifles behind him could not hit him.

"kill!!!"

Amidst loud shouts, a large group of people stood up from the edge of the forest. They raised their muskets and fired at the large square formation of the Restoration Army, which was still in shock and panic. In the darkness, the gunners of the Tiger Crouching Cannon tried their best to load the ammunition, striving to fire the most lead bullets in the shortest time.

As the old saying goes, it's really easy to shoot at a large area of ​​fire.

Count Dirac's private soldiers were caught off guard, but that didn't mean they were all useless. Amidst the chaos, the petty nobles and knights wearing plate and chain mail stood out.

They used bows and crossbows and muskets to fire back in the direction of the jungle... Although flintlock rifles were expensive, their price was not unacceptable to the small nobles who were willing to arm themselves.

Therefore, although the Restoration Army's counterattack was somewhat scattered, it was extremely fierce. As a result, four or five of the dozen or so commandos who had taken the initiative to leave the forest and advance towards Count Dirac's area also fell in the process. "Hehehe..."

The little ghost who made the strange noise fell into the bushes on the side, holding his neck, and the saber in his hand fell weakly into the mud.

Lin Ruoyu, who rushed past him, had no time to care about the life or death of his companions. He bent down, carrying a bulging cowhide backpack, and ran close to the ground. Several other players followed closely behind him, and they were scattered on the left and right of the former.

The players' green military uniforms blended perfectly into the night and the grass, and it was difficult for the attacked Restoration Army soldiers to really see their figures, so much so that many soldiers began to suspect that they were attacked by ghosts.

This caused even greater confusion.

After approaching the enemy fifty steps, Lin Ruoyu and the remaining players quickly took out wooden-handled grenades from behind, pulled the fuse hard, and threw them into the formation of the Restoration Army.

The hissing sound of the burning fuse mixed with the screams of the wounded, and the strange wooden-handled grenade rolled to the enemy's feet and then exploded with a bang.

Why were grenades made round and heavy in the era of smoothbore guns?

In addition to the technical problems of cast iron, the power of black powder is not strong enough, and if the size of the grenade is not increased, it will not have strong enough lethality.

The wooden-handled grenades handcrafted by the Ultramarines players also have this problem. The power of their explosion is not very great. More than half of the grenades just blow the cast iron body at the top into two halves.

Despite its lack of lethality, the sound it made when it exploded was loud enough, and it also produced shock waves. In the successive explosions, large numbers of Restoration Army soldiers fell down screaming.

Few people were killed in the explosion, but the pain from their feet and the huge roar, comparable to the Qingming salute, frightened them. The drummers frantically beat the alarm, but were silenced by the explosion.

Lin Ruoyu and others tried their best to throw more than a dozen wooden-handled grenades they were carrying at the area where the enemy leader was suspected to be.

The grenade that was thrown the farthest flew more than 60 meters, and a few of them actually fell near Count Dirac.

The explosion of the wooden-handled grenade, with its flash and noise, really frightened Count Dirac. Hiding behind several foot knights, he let out a woman's scream.

After throwing out all the grenades in the shortest time possible, Lin Ruoyu and other players immediately turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Regardless of whether they can kill the enemy or not, they have to retreat now.

After the players retreated, the musketeers who had been shooting non-stop in the mountains and forests also fell silent and turned around to flee.

Strangely, after the enemy retreated, the Restoration Army did not launch a pursuit. Instead, they stayed in the same place for more than ten minutes, and then the bell for all-out retreat rang out in the army. The team that was originally planning to attack the Bolas Fortress turned around on the spot.

Including the team that was originally climbing the hillside and preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the militia, after hearing the bell, they all turned around and ran towards the military camp.

　PS: I am trying to pursue the quantity of updates, so the quality is a bit poor, sorry.

　　I want to see if I have the potential to be a tentacle monster.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)