"All charge!" Almost at the same time, Lehman's voice shouted.

Löven stared in amazement as Lehman Hawes fell from his horse, the back half of his head completely exploded, revealing a red and white goo. The torn helmet fell to the side, and the top of the bowl opened a large hole in the mouth, which did not seem to provide any protection.

"Rush, give it to me!" Then Löven's voice rang out.

No, he didn't speak at all! Löven covered his mouth and looked behind him, the militiamen couldn't wait to swallow the pill and start running, as if a human wall was rushing towards him.

It was the witch, he realized, and the witch imitated his voice. "Don't rush, stop!" he shouted.

However, the sound was like a small splash in the surging crowd, and some people stopped at the sound of his command, but many more continued to charge forward.

"Quick, rush, break through the enemy's lines in the middle, and let the town be plundered!" Not only his voice, but also the voices of Dorn and the other knights rang out in unison, and the voice drowned out all the noise, as if it were roaring directly in your ears.

There were also bursts of shouts in the ranks, as if in cooperation with this order, and everyone shouted the slogan of "plunder" one after another, I don't know who started it, but it soon resounded throughout the team. The situation was completely out of control, and no matter how much Löven shouted, he was all drowned out by the roar of the crowd. He had to control the horses with all his might to avoid being carried away by the torrent, and the militiamen seemed to lose their minds and rushed towards the middle of the avenue.

No, no, they don't have much reason in the first place, especially when they are guided, they will enter a state of extreme excitement after taking the medicine, and any killing will stimulate them to go further. At first, some people avoided Lehman who fell to the ground, but later everyone stepped directly over his corpse. Löven wanted to find Dorne and the others, but found that they had been dispersed by the crowd, so he had no choice but to follow the direction of the team first, gradually leaning towards the side of the woods - if he suddenly knocked the horse sideways, he was likely to be knocked down by the militia, which had increased his strength several times, and it would be difficult to get up again.

After breaking away from the group, Löven looked around, trying to find the witch who had caused chaos and break it to pieces. In his opinion, this is definitely a witch's conspiracy!

The fifteen hundred people who had eaten the pill rushed towards the town's defense line in a swarm, which was also a deadly assault for the prince, even if the opponent's new weapons were numerous, they couldn't withstand so many people, and the final result would definitely not be much better. When both sides suffered, it was obvious that the witch was happy to see the situation, so she would make trouble and induce the army to advance without permission.

"The witch who killed Rayman and the witch who caused the chaos is probably not the same person," he said, looking at the few militiamen around him—all of them were at the front of the line, witnessing Rayman's fall, and hearing his own shouts to stop, but there were less than thirty of them coming closer than the huge army, "one should be able to hide his body, and the other should be a simulated voice." A witch can't have two abilities, to find the latter, I'm going to tear her throat with my own hands!"

......

Brian could see from the firing window that the enemy was getting closer, and the bunker in front of him was already ringing gunshots.

His position was in the middle of the diamond, and he had to wait for the enemy to pass the purple markers on the side of the road before he could open fire—a wait that made him anxious.

Walking to the window on the other side, Brian looked behind him, and white smoke continued to rise from the artillery position, and a loud noise rolled over like thunder. They were the first to get busy, the range of the twelve-pounder guns covering almost the entire battlefield, and if you listened closely, you could even hear the whistling of shells across the air.

"Oh my God, they're running so fast!"

"Look at that guy, his hand has been cut off by a cannonball and he's still running forward. ”

"Your Highness is right, is this still human? It's like an evil beast. ”

Since the First Army had been told at the time of mobilization before the war that the enemy were all lunatics who had taken the Church Frenzy Pill, the opposing side charged in the face of a hail of bullets not only did not intimidate the people, but on the contrary, they made them full of fighting spirit - after all, the First Army grew up fighting against evil beasts.

"Captain, they're almost there!" someone reminded.

Brian hurriedly returned to his place and put the rifle out of the window - compared to the flintlock pistol, which had to be reloaded once for one shot, the new weapon issued by His Highness was simply qualitatively improved, he could shoot five rounds in one go, throw the bullet nest to the recruits behind, and then shoot the full five rounds, at which point the recruits should have also reloaded.

However, His Highness had emphasized during his training that fire suppression could only be carried out in this way when the enemy was approaching a hundred to fifty meters. Aim for as much accuracy as possible when shooting from long distances, as revolver rifles are cumbersome to manufacture and have a limited ration for each person.

Brian was convinced that the copper shells filled with gunpowder were thin at the front and thick at the back, and almost every one of them was the same. The blacksmith could never have made something so delicate, and he knew it must have come from a witch. Usually everyone collects the bullet casings and hands them over to the iron axe, and after the shooting training, there must be a reloading practice. A group of people sat around the center of the camp and stuffed primers, gunpowder and warheads into the distributed cartridge casings in turn according to the operating specifications to assemble new bullets. Therefore, he was reluctant to indiscriminately expend ammunition on targets that were difficult to hit.

As the enemy crossed the purple marker, Brian took a deep breath, "Free fire!"

The soldiers had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they could not wait to pull the trigger on the target, and for a while, the bunker was filled with gunfire. The first enemy to cross the line of fire was hit by a staggered array of bullets on both sides, blood splattered from his waist, and he staggered two steps before falling to the ground. Obviously, they can endure more pain than ordinary people, but they still can't help when fired by large-caliber bullets.

Brian noticed several people jumping onto the top of the bunker in the front row, trying to sneak up on the soldiers fighting inside from behind, but a thick iron gate blocked them. Without hesitation, he turned his gun and shot the revealing maniacs one by one. The reason for the diamond-shaped arrangement of the bunkers is that they can cover each other, and the enemy who tries to surround their backs will be strangled by the fire of the bunkers in the rear.

"Be careful, spear throwing!" suddenly someone shouted.

Brian saw a dense black shadow rushing out of the center of the enemy's large army, crossing the highest point in the air, and falling towards the bunkers on both sides.

This distance is probably two or three hundred meters! He subconsciously shrank his head into the pit, only to hear a series of crackling sounds above his head. After this wave of attacks, he straightened up and saw that not a single spear had been thrown into the fort. The situation in the bunker ahead was similar, with only a few short spears stuck in the wall, like lone feathers.

"It looks scary, it's useless," the crowd laughed.

At this moment, Brian saw an enemy braving a series of splashing dust approaching the bunker he was in, bent down, and threw the short spear in his hand flat, and the moment the weapon was disarmed, he was also knocked down by the dense rain of bullets.

"Bow down!" he said, before the shot could be heard, the spear slammed through the firing window and into the chest of one of the shooters, who let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )