At this time, Zheng Ai can confirm one thing, that is, even if there are no Haihan soldiers downstairs, their gang will still face insurmountable difficulties if they want to rush into the room at the end of the corridor. The shields in their hands could block the projectiles of Haihan's muskets, but they couldn't stop the continuous firing of the mysterious weapon in the room. If one bullet can solve a human life, then their group of dead soldiers is only equivalent to more than twenty bullets, not to mention that the people who are still in the corridor at this time have not even fallen to ten.

Although they knew that the weapon in the opponent's hand could penetrate the shield, everyone subconsciously continued to use the shield to protect the front, but four companions fell in a pool of blood one after another, making them lose the courage to continue to move forward. Where their companions fell, it was as if a line of life and death had been drawn, and those who tried to cross it had fallen to the ground, and when they retreated behind the line, there was no more fire in the room, but the muzzle of the black hole kept pointing at them, as if death was looking for the next target.

"Listen to the people in the corridor, you have been surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, and those who violate them will be killed!"

There was a loud shout from downstairs, probably at a volume that could only be shouted with the help of a tin horn. Although it was noon and the sun was shining, the hearts of Zheng Ai and the others were already cold. The gunfire downstairs has completely stopped, and the situation has obviously been controlled by the Haihan people, and it is difficult to turn around and break out at this time. And the room at the end of the corridor may be more terrifying than the Haihan soldiers downstairs, and there is only a dead end to go in that direction.

"Fight with them!"

Even though more than half of them were killed or wounded, some of them were still fierce, and immediately stood up with their bows and arrows, and aimed downstairs from behind the guardrail, intending to shoot one more enemy before they were killed in battle. It's just that his body has just leaned out of the guardrail, and before he can pull the bow and arrow away, a gunshot like a burst of beans sounded below, Zheng Ai saw that the back of this person's head was splashed with blood, and he didn't even snort and fell to the sky. There was an extra finger-sized bloody hole in his forehead, and the fatal shot pierced through the head and took him away.

Zheng Ai's hand holding the shield trembled slightly, he had originally thought of fighting to the death, and would rather die than let the Haihan people catch him alive, but seeing the tragic situation of his companions falling under the guns one after another, he found that his will seemed to be not so firm.

On the one hand, the disparity in combat power between the two sides was one thing, and on the other hand, he found that the Haihan people did not seem to intend to kill all the assassins directly, but deliberately left the possibility of survival. In a desperate situation but suddenly found a glimmer of life, how many people will resolutely choose to die generously?

Zheng Ai originally thought that if he carried out this mission with the intention of death, he would definitely have the determination to die and die for the country, but when the real thing came to an end, he found that many situations were not consistent with what he imagined in advance. It is easy to seek death, and now if you stand up and put your head out of the guardrail, or take a few steps forward, you will surely be beaten to the ground like your dead comrades, and die in an instant.

But downstairs continued to repeat the slogan of persuasion, even if they blocked their ears with their hands, they couldn't stop such a loud sound, and every word clearly drilled into the ears of each of them. This seems to be a persuasion, but it is actually another form of attack, and the effect of breaking down their psychological defense line does not seem to be worse than that of a musket.

Some people have already begun to set their eyes on Zheng Ai, waiting for him to make a final decision. Zheng Ai is the commander of this operation, and everyone is looking forward to him, whether they want to fight to the death or try to save their lives, they must come up with an idea as soon as possible. Otherwise, if it continues to drag on, there may be no chance to get out of the way.

Zheng Ai was about to speak, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opened wider and wider, and he saw the muzzle of the gun retract from the door, as if the other party was about to stop. Zheng Ai's heart was relieved, and he was about to call everyone side by side for the last charge, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost dropped the shield in his hand to the ground.

This was because he suddenly saw something in the door at the end of the hallway that was not supposed to be there—a black and shiny cannon.

Although the caliber of this cannon is less than two inches, the cannon is a cannon, and its power is not comparable to that of a musket.

This book was first published on the Genesis Chinese website, and the following content will be re-edited later for anti-theft

At this time, Zheng Ai can confirm one thing, that is, even if there are no Haihan soldiers downstairs, their gang will still face insurmountable difficulties if they want to rush into the room at the end of the corridor. The shields in their hands could block the projectiles of Haihan's muskets, but they couldn't stop the continuous firing of the mysterious weapon in the room. If one bullet can solve a human life, then their group of dead soldiers is only equivalent to more than twenty bullets, not to mention that the people who are still in the corridor at this time have not even fallen to ten.

Although they knew that the weapon in the opponent's hand could penetrate the shield, everyone subconsciously continued to use the shield to protect the front, but four companions fell in a pool of blood one after another, making them lose the courage to continue to move forward. Where their companions fell, it was as if a line of life and death had been drawn, and those who tried to cross it had fallen to the ground, and when they retreated behind the line, there was no more fire in the room, but the muzzle of the black hole kept pointing at them, as if death was looking for the next target.

"Listen to the people in the corridor, you have been surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, and those who violate them will be killed!"

There was a loud shout from downstairs, probably at a volume that could only be shouted with the help of a tin horn. Although it was noon and the sun was shining, the hearts of Zheng Ai and the others were already cold. The gunfire downstairs has completely stopped, and the situation has obviously been controlled by the Haihan people, and it is difficult to turn around and break out at this time. And the room at the end of the corridor may be more terrifying than the Haihan soldiers downstairs, and there is only a dead end to go in that direction.

"Fight with them!"

Even though more than half of them were killed or wounded, some of them were still fierce, and immediately stood up with their bows and arrows, and aimed downstairs from behind the guardrail, intending to shoot one more enemy before they were killed in battle. It's just that his body has just leaned out of the guardrail, and before he can pull the bow and arrow away, a gunshot like a burst of beans sounded below, Zheng Ai saw that the back of this person's head was splashed with blood, and he didn't even snort and fell to the sky. There was an extra finger-sized bloody hole in his forehead, and the fatal shot pierced through the head and took him away.

Zheng Ai's hand holding the shield trembled slightly, he had originally thought of fighting to the death, and would rather die than let the Haihan people catch him alive, but seeing the tragic situation of his companions falling under the guns one after another, he found that his will seemed to be not so firm.

On the one hand, the disparity in combat power between the two sides was one thing, and on the other hand, he found that the Haihan people did not seem to intend to kill all the assassins directly, but deliberately left the possibility of survival. In a desperate situation but suddenly found a glimmer of life, how many people will resolutely choose to die generously?

Zheng Ai originally thought that if he carried out this mission with the intention of death, he would definitely have the determination to die and die for the country, but when the real thing came to an end, he found that many situations were not consistent with what he imagined in advance. It is easy to seek death, and now if you stand up and put your head out of the guardrail, or take a few steps forward, you will surely be beaten to the ground like your dead comrades, and die in an instant.

But downstairs continued to repeat the slogan of persuasion, even if they blocked their ears with their hands, they couldn't stop such a loud sound, and every word clearly drilled into the ears of each of them. This seems to be a persuasion, but it is actually another form of attack, and the effect of breaking down their psychological defense line does not seem to be worse than that of a musket.

Some people have already begun to set their eyes on Zheng Ai, waiting for him to make a final decision. Zheng Ai is the commander of this operation, and everyone is looking forward to him, whether they want to fight to the death or try to save their lives, they must come up with an idea as soon as possible. Otherwise, if it continues to drag on, there may be no chance to get out of the way.

Zheng Ai was about to speak, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opened wider and wider, and he saw the muzzle of the gun retract from the door, as if the other party was about to stop. Zheng Ai's heart was relieved, and he was about to call everyone side by side for the last charge, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost dropped the shield in his hand to the ground.

This was because he suddenly saw something in the door at the end of the hallway that was not supposed to be there—a black and shiny cannon.

Although the caliber of this cannon is less than two inches, the cannon is a cannon, and its power is not comparable to that of a musket. At this time, Zheng Ai can confirm one thing, that is, even if there are no Haihan soldiers downstairs, their gang will still face insurmountable difficulties if they want to rush into the room at the end of the corridor. The shields in their hands could block the projectiles of Haihan's muskets, but they couldn't stop the continuous firing of the mysterious weapon in the room. If one bullet can solve a human life, then their group of dead soldiers is only equivalent to more than twenty bullets, not to mention that the people who are still in the corridor at this time have not even fallen to ten.

Although they knew that the weapon in the opponent's hand could penetrate the shield, everyone subconsciously continued to use the shield to protect the front, but four companions fell in a pool of blood one after another, making them lose the courage to continue to move forward. Where their companions fell, it was as if a line of life and death had been drawn, and those who tried to cross it had fallen to the ground, and when they retreated behind the line, there was no more fire in the room, but the muzzle of the black hole kept pointing at them, as if death was looking for the next target.

"Listen to the people in the corridor, you have been surrounded, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, and those who violate them will be killed!"

There was a loud shout from downstairs, probably at a volume that could only be shouted with the help of a tin horn. Although it was noon and the sun was shining, the hearts of Zheng Ai and the others were already cold. The gunfire downstairs has completely stopped, and the situation has obviously been controlled by the Haihan people, and it is difficult to turn around and break out at this time. And the room at the end of the corridor may be more terrifying than the Haihan soldiers downstairs, and there is only a dead end to go in that direction.

"Fight with them!"

Even though more than half of them were killed or wounded, some of them were still fierce, and immediately stood up with their bows and arrows, and aimed downstairs from behind the guardrail, intending to shoot one more enemy before they were killed in battle. It's just that his body has just leaned out of the guardrail, and before he can pull the bow and arrow away, a gunshot like a burst of beans sounded below, Zheng Ai saw that the back of this person's head was splashed with blood, and he didn't even snort and fell to the sky. There was an extra finger-sized bloody hole in his forehead, and the fatal shot pierced through the head and took him away.

Zheng Ai's hand holding the shield trembled slightly, he had originally thought of fighting to the death, and would rather die than let the Haihan people catch him alive, but seeing the tragic situation of his companions falling under the guns one after another, he found that his will seemed to be not so firm.

On the one hand, the disparity in combat power between the two sides was one thing, and on the other hand, he found that the Haihan people did not seem to intend to kill all the assassins directly, but deliberately left the possibility of survival. In a desperate situation but suddenly found a glimmer of life, how many people will resolutely choose to die generously?

Zheng Ai originally thought that if he carried out this mission with the intention of death, he would definitely have the determination to die and die for the country, but when the real thing came to an end, he found that many situations were not consistent with what he imagined in advance. It is easy to seek death, and now if you stand up and put your head out of the guardrail, or take a few steps forward, you will surely be beaten to the ground like your dead comrades, and die in an instant.

But downstairs continued to repeat the slogan of persuasion, even if they blocked their ears with their hands, they couldn't stop such a loud sound, and every word clearly drilled into the ears of each of them. This seems to be a persuasion, but it is actually another form of attack, and the effect of breaking down their psychological defense line does not seem to be worse than that of a musket.

Some people have already begun to set their eyes on Zheng Ai, waiting for him to make a final decision. Zheng Ai is the commander of this operation, and everyone is looking forward to him, whether they want to fight to the death or try to save their lives, they must come up with an idea as soon as possible. Otherwise, if it continues to drag on, there may be no chance to get out of the way.

Zheng Ai was about to speak, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opened wider and wider, and he saw the muzzle of the gun retract from the door, as if the other party was about to stop. Zheng Ai's heart was relieved, and he was about to call everyone side by side for the last charge, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost dropped the shield in his hand to the ground.

This was because he suddenly saw something in the door at the end of the hallway that was not supposed to be there—a black and shiny cannon.

Although the caliber of this cannon is less than two inches, the cannon is a cannon, and its power is not comparable to that of a musket.