Roland issued an order. The signal flag held high by the army at the gap in the gray wall waved, accompanied by nervous and urgent shouts: "Artillery salvo, solid shells, distance 400."
"Fire!"
Bursts of loud noises rolled in like muffled thunder, and to Griffith's ears it was as earth-shattering as the falling of siege trebuchet stones. He immediately thought he was being attacked by a large-scale attack spell, and almost jumped off his horse in shock to avoid it.
However, Roland, his soldiers, and even the horses stood quietly on the spot, motionless amid the dense roar.
The black tube on the two-wheeled vehicle spewed out scorching firelight and smoke, and several black iron balls could be seen flying rapidly towards the dense beast tide in the distance.
In the raging tide of beasts, it was like throwing stones into the water. Several terrifying figures were hit by iron balls and burst into pieces. Their huge bodies overturned in the smoke and dust, and blood mist and broken limbs flew out.
The beast tide has obviously slowed down. The fallen mutant creatures are motionless, and even some smaller monsters have slowed down. However, there are still large groups of crazy mutant creatures continuing to rush towards the gap.
Roland shook his head slightly and said to the messenger on the side: "Load the shotgun, the distance is 200."
The six black pipes that had just breathed out flames and death were pushed back a certain distance by the huge force. At the officer's order, nearby soldiers rushed forward to reset them. Griffith watched as they quickly poured cold water on the barrel, quickly scrubbed the wall with a brush, then stuffed a small silk bag and a bag of lead shot, and waited aside with a torch.
"Fire!"
The signal flag was waved, and the six clarinet tubes poured out hot flames and smoke again. Looking from Griffith's position, densely packed lead pellets as big as eggs were sprayed out from the black tube, and the approaching beast tide was immediately torn into a more terrifying force than before. Smaller lead pellets swept through the herd intensively, setting off a scattering of severed limbs and skulls.
The surging tide of beasts was suffocated by the hammering of flames and metal, and flesh and blood flew everywhere as if they had hit an insurmountable wall. Wails and screams resounded throughout the wilderness.
Another indicator flag was raised in the militia ranks, and the soldiers began to clean and reload again.
"The thin gray-black tubes carried by the boys are called muskets, and the thick tubes on the carriage are 6-pound artillery. Our reliable comrades. There are also some reliable comrades who did not catch up with this battle," Roland turned his head and said He said some words that Griffith didn't understand, "The musketeers will also attack later. When I give the final signal, the pikemen will attack forward, and there may be powerful guys from Warcraft who can break through my military formation immediately. I have to trouble my brother to take care of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third round of artillery bombardment roared. The dense shells smashed the beast tide approaching the front into a sieve.
At this time, through the flying broken limbs and the diffuse white and yellow smoke, Griffith could already see the appearance of the attacking monster clearly. They are ugly monitor lizards, giant bears with hard hairs, ferocious and terrifying demon wolves, as well as rare and disgusting dragon flies and giant gliding bats. Just those demonic wolves are comparable to the monsters that once broke through Shutoral's defense line in the Whispering Forest.
Their bodies were chaotic and twisted. They appeared on the plains against the sun, passing through the rain of pieces of flesh and blood, as if they didn't know what fear was.
"Musketeers come forward!"
The third round of artillery firing ended, and the three rows of soldiers holding muskets in front took three steps forward and stood still. Their queues are not dense and even feel a little thin.
"Raise the gun!"
"aim!"
Amidst the rapid beating of drums, the first row of soldiers holding muskets were already aiming at the herd of animals dozens of meters away. The weapons they carried had wooden handles that could be rested on their shoulders, and metal hooks on the barrels held burning match ropes.
Following the officer's order, the soldiers pressed the trigger under the barrel of the gun, and a neat and dense roar was about to erupt. Small lead bullets flew out from the firelight and thick smoke, and shot towards the scattered beasts. .
Griffith saw the small lead bullets pierce through the mutated creatures and hard skin of the monsters with a power that even strong bows and crossbows could not match, knocking them to the ground.
The soldiers who completed the first round of shooting turned around and walked to the back row without looking at their results. The soldiers in the second row raised their muskets and fired another round at the front.
A few rows of thin musketeers fired methodically, retreated, then stuck a small silk bag into their weapons with an iron bar, and fired again. The extremely strong mutated creatures had rushed to a position less than 40 meters in front of the team, but some were knocked down on the spot, and some turned around and ran away. Every step forward was paved with a large number of dead bodies.
Those extremely fierce monsters were driven madly, and they were knocked down by small lead bullets one after another. The corpses even formed a low wall in front of the musketry line.
The choking smoke lingered on the battlefield, obscuring the tragic scene. Many soldiers could not see what was happening a few meters away, and could only hear the whining sounds of the dying monsters.
"Stop shooting, the pikemen come forward," Roland ordered the team, and then said to Griffith, "Sir Brandon, it's almost time. Please raid the formation for my pikemen."
Griffith was still in shock like never before. This battle surpassed all his common sense and knowledge. The strange weapons first dampened the ferocity of the beasts a few hundred meters away, beating them to pieces, and then the shabby-looking militia line blocked the beasts dozens of meters away, beating them to pieces. Across the fields.
Such an astonishing scene almost traumatizes people's sanity, making them unable to tell whether they are in a weird dream or not.
But the world-famous Paladin has made a request, and Griffith naturally cannot refuse. He rode up to the infantry formation, dismounted, drew his sword and stepped forward on foot.
The mutated creatures intercepted by several rounds of salvos were already in pieces, but they seemed to be driven by a certain will, and some of them still continued to charge forward without fear of death.
"Lance, come forward!"
Following the order, the musketeers retreated like a tide. The pikemen wearing breastplates flattened their spears and advanced in a smooth and straight dense formation.
Several huge mutated creatures rushed out of the smoke and crashed into the crowd.
Their whole bodies were wrapped in hard fur, and their red eyes were filled with chaos and brutal murderous intent, and they crashed head-on into the dense array of gleaming guns. In front of such a monster, those armored spearmen looked timid and fearful.
Griffith faced a ferocious wolf. This monster had half of its face smashed and an arm broken, and it rushed over with astonishing madness. Griffith used his Vanguard shield to hold it back and stabbed it in the throat with his sword. He was about to find his next target when a scream suddenly came from beside him.
Several huge mutant beasts rushed in front of the spearmen and plunged into the armor-piercing spears. Others stopped and swung with their claws, but one ran straight into the gun array.
Its body was as tall as a city wall, and it made a dense and hoarse tearing sound when it rushed into the forest of guns. What followed was a series of crisp bends and breaks. The monster with blood holes all over its body died without even letting out a howl, but its body rushed into the crowd and smashed a road like a rolling stone on the top of the mountain.
The thin formation was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and a gap was rolled out of the pikemen's line. Several soldiers were pinned down, and the people nearby stared at the bloody passage with wide eyes, wondering if they should leave their positions and replace them.
Just as they hesitated, a mutated creature that looked like a bison rushed towards the breach, jumped into the unprepared soldiers, and began to bite wildly.
Griffith hurriedly took off the throwing gun from his back, lightly weighed it and threw it away.
The monster at the front had a pair of horns, and the spear shot from the side, accurately piercing its eyes and piercing its brain two inches deep.
"Ouch!"
This magical beast rolled into the smoke and dust in an instant just like the previous ones.
Griffith didn't stop, and the second shot followed. This time he aimed at another nearby gun formation, and another giant bear monster had already slapped away the densely packed gun heads, and was about to bite a soldier.
"Bang!"
The spear was inserted from the right side of its face, pierced through the brain and skull, diagonally split open the left forehead, and exploded into a mass of bone fragments and blood.
The third shot was not thrown at the approaching monster, but at a piece of gravel. The gravel immediately flew up and swept to one side in an arc. There was a mutated beast fighting with several spearmen, and its face was covered in flying gravel. The moment it retreated in fright, five or six spears pierced its belly.
The gun formation that was attacked by the mutant beasts fell into chaos in a short time, but Griffith stopped the chaos from spreading as soon as he took action. The militiamen even raised their densely packed spears and began to advance forward.
A huge bat attacked from the sky, its sharp claws cut off a soldier's head like a blade, and it was about to flee across the battlefield. Griffith didn't have time to gather the ice spear, so he ran two steps, grabbed its wings and turned over.
The mutated creature immediately rolled in the air. Griffith, who was riding it north, felt dizzy. He grabbed the Vanguard shield and smashed it on the bat's head.
"Bang!"
Black liquid burst out from between the broken bones. The bat immediately lost its balance and rushed to the ground carrying the would-be knight on its back.
The impact sent Griffith flying. He passed over the blurred masses of flesh and blood, rolled several times among the mud and rotten flesh, and then stood up.
Looking around, he found that he was already among the corpses of monsters. Fragments of fur and scales were mixed with black blood, and large and small iron balls and lead pellets could be seen everywhere.
The fighting continues not far away. Most of the mutated creatures were either killed or fled back to their valleys, with a very small number sparsely distributed in front of the militia's front.
As the smoke dispersed, the spearmen were using a dense formation to force the mutated creatures to retreat. For those monsters that were unwilling to escape and fight back desperately, musketeers would catch up from nearby and spray lead bullets at them almost in the face.
