"Ready-!thorn!"

Vanna stabbed the spear in his hand hard, and then his hands shook violently, and the barrel of the gun creaked. A wolf was on the head of the spear, its hair was shaggy, its blood-red eyes were as wide as copper bells, and its open mouth showed two rows of fangs, the largest of which was worthy of its own thumb. It was the first time he had come into contact with an evil beast so close that the other party waved its claws in the air, and snowflakes even splashed on his face.

Fanna's mind went blank, and almost according to the instinct accumulated in training, he subconsciously clenched the barrel of the gun and continued to press forward. The time seemed to be incomparably longer, and he saw that the barrel of the spear was bent to the limit, and the tip of the spear was deeply sunk into the beast's belly, and he even thought that the next moment, the sharp claws would tear his cheek apart.

With a "snap", the barrel of the gun could not withstand the momentum of the wolf species, and finally broke into two. It was this crisp sound that brought the flow of time back to normal, and the other party fell down, just as it had come—its claws landed on the parapet, scraping out a series of debris, and slamming it along the wall with the half of the barrel of the gun.

"Remitting, reload!"

"Free Fire!"

Two barrels immediately stretched out from his side, and he quickly took a half-step back and raised his head to avoid gunpowder debris and gas rushing into his eyes. As for the ears, he couldn't take care of them anymore.

The musket was quickly fired, and Vanna rejoined the parapet to find a stray array of beasts of all kinds. Someone next to him stabbed him, and he turned his head to see his roommate grinning at him triumphantly.

It's only been a little over a week since I touched the gun, so there's nothing to be proud of. Vanna glared back, looking back to the battlefield. When His Highness's artillery team comes in handy, you will realize that the iron pipe in your hand is nothing more than a crutch.

"Gunner, your gun, go on. Catpaw handed over a new wooden gun, "These beasts have gone mad? It's been two or three hours, hasn't it?"

"They're crazy themselves," Vanna set up his gun and waited for the next wave of enemy attacks, "what time is it?"

"It's almost noon. Cat's Paw sighed, and while Orion wasn't paying attention, he quickly glanced to both sides, "Where's the grapefruit peel?

"Don't look away, do you want to be disemboweled?" said Vanna angrily, "they were divided into other sections of the wall, maybe in group three, maybe in group four, then again, how did you come to group one?"

"I'm on the bench," he smiled, "I'll be there wherever there's a need." An uncle was injured just now, and it was my turn to take over—"

"Ready-!" interrupted the Cat's Paw's words as the Orion Observer's voice rang out. Vanna saw a dozen or so evil beasts approaching rapidly, and now he could quickly distinguish the types of various evil beasts, this wave only had two wolf species, the others were wild boar species, fox species, and one bear species, and they did not pose much threat to the city wall.

"Thorn!" Despite this, he obeyed the command and stabbed his spear with his teammates. Sure enough, this time the gun was empty, and he retracted the barrel of the gun, and saw that the wolf species had been shot down by the rest of the group. When the other slower-runners converged on the city, the musketeers squeezed into his side and fired freely downward.

The repetition of such fixed movements has continued from dawn to the present. When the first horn was blown, most people were still asleep. Vanna yawned, this time the beast's attack was more intense than ever, and the invasion that usually only lasted one or two waves was still continuing, and the corpses of the beasts under the walls were almost piled up. Halfway through, he had already been replaced by the second militia team, ate something indiscriminately, and then re-climbed the city wall after a short rest.

But unexpectedly, Vanna found himself calmer than he had imagined, and heard the order to put away the stabbing guns and hand over the rest to the musket team, just as he did during the usual practice. The regulations and action requirements, which at first seemed a little inexplicable, came in handy at this moment, and they were incredibly effective.

The others were similar to themselves, although their hands were clenched on the barrels of their guns and their expressions looked quite serious, and some of the substitutes looked very nervous, but everyone stood up straight, and no one took a step back.

But Vanna knew that the greatest confidence did not come from practicing day after day, but from His Highness. It was only after the musketeers had fired that Vanna stole a glance at the watchtower in the middle of the wall, where His Royal Highness the Prince stood.

From the moment the horn sounded, His Highness arrived at the city wall as soon as possible, stood on the same line of defense with everyone, and never rested until now. Even when he was rotated to eat, His Royal Highness the Prince still stayed at the top of the watchtower, and the breakfast was personally delivered by the Chief Knight.

Recall that the previous lord had left early by boat every year when the Demon Moon had withdrawn. Next came the nobles, and finally it was the turn of the commoners. Those who still have money left can pay a few silver wolves and leave with the boat, and those who have no money can only rely on their own feet to walk to the Changge Fortress. Just thinking about it made him feel empowered.

That's right, they belong to the Grey Keep Prince's troops, and they are completely different from the patrols that preceded Frontier Town. Relying on their armor and weapons, the gang often ran rampant in the old and new districts, and foreign merchants were also the targets of their extortion. In Vanna's opinion, except for the two captains of the patrol, the others were no different from hooligans at all. The militia is a formidable force, and under the leadership of His Royal Highness the Prince, they can even keep the fearsome beasts out of the town, and they can never move forward. In the past, only the Long Song Fortress could do this.

Look at the fish balls, the famous coward in the old district, the object of frequent ridicule, after joining the second militia team, now picking up a spear is also a good look. And then there's Fermi, who is huge, but always slow, and the people in the old district take pleasure in teasing him. Now, his set of gun movements is fast and ruthless, and he is more skilled than most people. Vanna knew that after the training of others, he would have to practice an extra hundred shots, just because His Highness had told him personally, "The more inflexible the bird, the sooner it must take off, so that it can catch up with the pace of others and eventually surpass them." 」

Why do you feel glad that you have joined the militia now, but every day there are subtle changes, and every day is further than yesterday. Vanna believes that it was not just him, but everyone felt it. He didn't know how to describe his feelings, but perhaps it could be summed up as what His Highness often said during training - they were a team that was different from the times.

"Woo-woo-" Two short horn sounds lifted Vanner's spirits, which were an early warning of the appearance of a hybrid beast. He looked into the distance, and it was a mixture of lion's head and wings, very similar to the one that had broken into the city last time. This is the second one he has encountered today, he thought, but this time is different. In addition to the musketeers, they had other helpers.

Vanna tilted his head slightly, and in the afterglow, a little girl with short blond hair beside His Highness was already floating in the air.