"Third queue, shoot!"
A high-pitched shout resounded from the city wall.
Old York quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and placed the adjusted telescope on the butt of the gun, specifically targeting nobles wearing gorgeous costumes.
During the previous two rounds of shooting, he had already found the target, and it was the one wearing the sexiest bag!
"Charge... charge!" Under the city wall of the royal capital, Grand Duke Barrow shouted loudly. Although the roar of intensive shooting and artillery continued on the battlefield, there was no trace of fear in his heart. He believed in God. He is protecting himself and believes that the armor he bought at a high price has the best protection.
Vaguely, Barrow seemed to have seen the moment when he rushed into the city, killed the false king Hatar, and took the crown!
An indescribable excitement filled his brain, but the next moment, his mind froze. A round lead bullet broke through the air, penetrated the magical barrier in an instant, and shot straight through the gap in the armor. In Barrow's eyes!
The power of divine magic was fading, and his consciousness was quickly peeling off. The moment Barrow lost consciousness, he suddenly realized that the so-called king's position was simply a illusory temptation, and they were just cannon fodder used to consume the enemy. That’s all.
"Perfect!" Old York, who had collected a head on the city wall, applauded his outstanding marksmanship. The unlucky guy just now had such gorgeous armor. He should be a great noble after all, right?
That's a lot of gold coins in hand!
After Old York happily changed the projectiles, he continued to pick up the telescope and find the next target. Go to www,
There were not a few musketeers who had the same small thoughts as him. They were all dominated by magic and desire. The nobles on the battlefield soon died tragically on the spot in the continuous gunshots.
Although not everyone was a sharpshooter, and many of the nobles were wearing the most sophisticated armor, they were all pointed at more than a dozen muskets and beaten into pieces after one round of shooting.
The increasing number of casualties also allowed the passionate Hebrews and others to gradually break free from the influence of divine magic.
After all, they are not poor people who are easy to fool. Even if they have the temptation to rule a kingdom, they can't resist the fear of death. The charging pace is getting slower and slower, or they simply shrink back and command the army to fight...
The casualties among the soldiers were even more severe. In less than an hour, more than 4,000 people died under the city wall, and the red blood dyed the large land outside the city red...
The sound of fighting and shooting continued to resound on the battlefield, sometimes accompanied by intermittent rain of arrows, which would soon be interrupted by artillery bombardments. The remaining sparse arrows did not pose much of a threat...
These sacrifices are not without value. They have crossed the line of death, rushed to the bottom of the city wall, and the ladder to the city has been set up.
The battering ram, which was also protected, also arrived at the city gate under the cover of the human wall, but it was hit by several shells and was beaten crookedly.
The heavy iron hammer hit the city gate one after another, making an unbearable muffled sound.
However, except for the slight shaking of the city gate, it still stands, because behind it is a cement wall half a meter thick, which was made by Lin En and others using magic. It is very strong, let alone the battering ram. It's a bit difficult to break it with divine magic.
When more and more soldiers gathered under the city gate, the wizards standing on the city wall finally took action. Fire, frost, lightning, falling rocks... magic rained down one after another, turning the entire battlefield into hell!
After this round of magic bombing, there were thousands more casualties, and all the siege ladders and battering rams that had been built so hard were reduced to ashes...
After Airok and others cleared away the soldiers near the city wall, they stopped casting spells and left it to the musketeers to continue the attack.
The magic power of a wizard is not unlimited. Normally, if you release five or six magics of the same level, you will be in a dilemma of lack of mental power. You must know that those magicians have not directly entered the battlefield, and they cannot invest too much power.
The huge casualties did not scare the rest of the soldiers. They continued to move forward, as if they did not see the tragic wails of their companions beside them, shouting "for the gods" and continued to build the siege ladder...
The deeper the belief in this auxiliary magic, the greater the impact!
And these poor people at the bottom have nothing, and they can only rely on prayer to resist the suffering of life. At this moment, in their eyes, Lin En and others on the city wall seem to be the culprits of all evils, the people who caused them suffering!
They were so crazy that Old York hesitated when he fired. These people were simply the devils in hell. Even with a broken leg, they crawled all the way to the bottom of the city wall and scratched the solid wall with their fingernails!
"It's so tragic!" Raphael sighed unbearably. This was the first time he had experienced such a large-scale war, but he had no intention of taking action. He just watched quietly. This small scene was far from what they needed. When it comes to action.
Lin frowned slightly, feeling very strange. He didn't quite understand what Adwell was up to. Could he just let these people come here and die?
According to the art of war, without multiple times the number of troops and more advanced weapons and tactics, there is no difference between storming a city and killing people...
Even if all these tens of thousands of people died, they still wouldn't be able to shake this city at all...
Edwell could never be a reckless man who only knew how to attack by force. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to lead troops to conquer the kingdom and command the two elite troops of the God's Punishment Army and the Griffin Knights.
"Could it be that they want to use the lives of these poor people to consume our ammunition?" Sanchez guessed.
Hearing this, Raphael and others also became a little worried.
The 10,000 musketeers guarding the city wall consume tens of thousands of projectiles after several rounds of shooting, and the consumption per hour starts at 100,000!
They didn't know much about the production process of lead bullets, but they also noticed that they were round and had the same specifications. Even if the process was not complicated, it would still take a lot of time.
"Haha, that's just wishful thinking! You probably don't know how these projectiles are made!" Dennis said with a sneer.
"No matter how simple it is, how many times can one person rub it in a day?" A great wizard said very funny. "The projectiles can't just fall from the sky, right?"
He could probably guess some of the production methods. It was nothing more than melting the lead ore at high temperatures, and then finding a way to make them into balls of the same size.
"No, they really just fell from the sky!" Dennis said with a strange expression.
