MTL - Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World-Chapter 532 rebellion four

The slight sound of footsteps came from far and near along with the rustling of leaves, gradually getting closer and closer to the camp.

Victor counted silently in his heart.

The first wave of enemies—probably the cannon fodder that intelligence agent Brundy called—they held long guns or held one-handed swords, and carefully groped to the vicinity of the lord's camp. Everyone squatted forward little by little. move.

Many of them have very poor eyesight at night, and can only see things a little farther away, but the master's order is something they cannot disobey, and there are heavy rewards, which make these people a little bit more courageous. Bigger.

boom! boom! boom!

Continuous explosions sounded from the lord's camp, and huge flames and smoke spewed out suddenly, like a death scythe. At that moment, the camp was illuminated by these flames as if it were as bright as day, Those near the lord's camp fell one by one to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The shrill scream sounded instantly, and it continued to echo in the woods.

The tragic experience of the companions effectively deterred those who tried to approach the lord's camp, and they became afraid and began to hesitate.

"Greyman's men are still there."

Fergus and others who were supervising the battle not far away couldn't help but be overjoyed.

They stayed at a safe distance, the burst of flames just now was really scary, but as long as Gravemans was still there, he could use his superiority in numbers to pile them up and kill them.

"Bows! Shoot into the camp with bows!"

There was a clattering sound, and those who knew how to use arrows set up bows and shot arrows one after another, attacking the lord's territory.

The arrow flew past overhead, making a whizzing sound. Paul bit his lip tightly, anxiously waiting for the end of the rain of arrows. Beside him, Ratty closed her eyes tightly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Six o'clock!" Ratti shouted suddenly.

Several guards immediately stretched out their gun barrels in the direction she pointed out, concentrating on identifying the moving black shadow. After a few gunshots, the black shadow fell to the ground.

Different from the enemies they are facing, the guards of the Lord's Mansion have been strictly selected, and their night vision is excellent.

The long-range attack of the rebels was not effective, because the lights in the camp were extinguished by Victor's order early in the morning, and everyone had found a cover, so their arrows and attacks were all in vain.

Some people tried to sneak up to the camp to throw a torch or light some combustibles, or they were knocked down by muskets at a long distance, as if something was watching them all the time, and they paid several times in a row. After killing a person, no one dared to do this anymore.

After nearly twenty minutes of blind shooting, the rebels finally stopped shooting arrows.

"Everyone, charge!" Fergus shouted loudly, and at the same time raised his saber and swung it fiercely in mid-air.

"Follow me!" A strong man in neat armor took the lead, holding his double-edged broadsword and charging towards the lord's camp.

"kill!"

A large number of people came out of the woods, either by moonlight or holding torches, and followed the strong man to charge. In fact, it didn't stop in this direction. People from all directions charged towards Paul's place. Unlike the cannon fodder of the first wave of expeditions, they all had basic protection on their bodies, and many of them even wore metal armor. This group of people is the force supported by the various families participating in the rebellion.

"A large number of enemies are approaching from all directions!"

There was also some tension in Radi's voice.

Without her reminding, everyone has already judged this situation from the enemy's footsteps and shouts.

"The most dangerous time is coming!" Paul shouted to everyone: "Everyone, I am very honored to have a group of loyal subordinates like you. After this battle, everyone will be rewarded with at least five thousand silver shields. The family members of the victim will receive an additional 5,000 silver shields as a pension. Our request for help has been sent out, and the reinforcements will arrive after dawn. Before that, please fight hard and kill the traitors who dare to approach us."

"Long live Graham!"

"Arda is immortal!"

Paul's words boosted the guards' spirits and boosted their morale, and they chanted slogans under Victor's leadership.

When the camp was about to be surrounded, a large number of grenades were thrown from the hands of the guards. The fuzes burned rapidly in mid-air, and the grenades exploded one after another before they hit the ground.

Driven by the rapidly expanding gas, a large number of debris spurted out in all directions, and ruthlessly embedded into the flesh of the nearby human body. The exposed and unprotected face, arms, and legs had no resistance against these tiny things. The shards easily create wounds that, while temporarily non-lethal, are capable of inflicting great pain on the body's owner.

"Hiss~ hiss~"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I need help!"

The grenade threw the charging rebels into chaos.

Seeing such a situation, Paul's guards immediately raised their guns and fired, focusing on taking care of those who were not injured or whose injuries did not affect their actions.

It was the first time for the rebels to experience the baptism of hot weapons, and they didn't have enough psychological construction beforehand. They even thought that their armor could prevent the lord's muskets.

The firepower of the guards of the Lord's Mansion is very dense. They adopted the practice of some people being responsible for shooting and some people being responsible for loading. The gunshots were continuous, and every time it sounded, it meant that someone in the rebel army lost the ability to fight, and it was more likely It is about to hang up.

After continuing the assault for half an hour, the rebels' charge frenzy was finally contained.

With such a result, Fergus and old Warren, who were commanding behind, were furious.

"Trash! They are all trash! A few muskets can beat you like this~www.novelbuddy.com~ Fergus's only memory of muskets is the time when he crusaded against pirates, when Paul had just tinkered with an arquebus Let the artisans make it. Soldiers hold such muskets, scare the enemy after firing a few rounds, and then immediately let the spearmen charge to kill the enemies who are in a state of terror.

But since he left Huxin Town, he knew nothing about the subsequent development of firearms.

He didn't know that the reloading speed, durability, range, and accuracy of muskets had all undergone qualitative changes from when they first appeared.

"Greyman's black magic!"

Old Warren thought so. Compared to Fergus, his knowledge of firearms was basically zero.

He called his son Chacon over, "Son, on the day you were born, the priest in the town said that you were blessed by the Lord of Light and that you would be able to restrain Graham's evil magic. Go, for the sake of your family and your heavenly father." glory, go to battle!"

Looking at his father, Chacon nodded heavily.