“The freckles!”Someone shouted, “He’s hurt!”

“Don’t move him!”Brian yelled, "I'll check on his injury, and you guys keep shooting."

He handed the rifle over to the recruits responsible for loading and stooped to each other.The wounded man was still clear, and he asked humbly, “Captain, will I... I die?”

The short spear slanted into the position of the lower part of his chest, it is not clear whether it caused penetration, seeing that his breathing is still smooth, should not hurt the lungs.In the culture class, His Royal Highness briefly described the role of the various organs of the human body and the emergency measures in the event of injury, and the best way he could think of such a situation was to stay still and wait until Miss Nanawa was finished to treat.

“The pain?”Brian asked.

The freckles nodded their heads hard.

"To be able to feel pain means that you will not die," said the knight, putting his hand on his forehead, "you ought to know the power of Miss Nanawa?"

"Well," said the freckle, with a grudging smile, "everyone usually wants to see her, so to speak, and so to speak, and I can see her."

"Yes, so you have to hold on."

When Blair finished, he went back to the shooting window, and the recruits looked back worriedly, “Don’t you need to pull out the short spear?”

"Unplugging is easy to cause a lot of bleeding, and when you learn this, you will naturally understand," he paused, "what we can do now is to defeat the enemy as soon as possible."

...

Roland stood on the platform and could clearly see that the enemy was pouring into the town like a tide.

Every time they crossed a row of bunkers, the speed slowed down a lot, and when they crossed the third row of bunkers, the enemy's abdominal wing was completely exposed to the crossfire of the shooter.

The effect of the echo is very obvious, although the team was pulled into a long line, but most people still follow the witch's continuous "concentrated charge" order, on the road.

Every moment, a group of people fell down, and they could not do anything about it.Faced with the fortifications that could not be destroyed by the spear and spear guns, Tfico's militia forces could only bear casualties and move on.

Three hundred metres behind the third bunker was the artillery position—at that distance, the area of death covered by the shotgun.

Lightning in the sky has changed the flag to bright red.

The angle of the twenty guns was flattened, and flames and smoke were spewing in front, and Roland roughly estimated that the most skilful gun group could shoot a shot in twenty seconds, almost half a minute or so.At first glance, it seems that the excellent artillery firing rate of the American Civil War is close, but the latter's three rounds per minute are in solid fire, and much of the time is spent on artillery reset and repeated aiming.There is no need to aim when firing a shotgun, no need to wipe the gun, and the rate of fire can be raised higher.

But for the enemy, this is a terrible rate of fire, shotguns for the no-arms target to kill particularly amazing, almost every iron pill can penetrate two to three people, although the pill can withstand pain, but can not suppress the fear.When looking at the people around them being beaten into sieves, even if they are full of excitement and eager to kill, they can no longer suppress the fear of the instinct of life, not to mention that they are not a hard-willed steel force, no pills, these people are just a group of untrained, lack of practical combat experience of civilians.As half of them lay on the stormtrooper, the enemy began to emerge as fugitives.

Fear spread rapidly like the plague, and with the first, the second and third soon appeared, and the forward line stopped moving completely, and began to turn in the direction and retreated in the back.The artillery group again replaced the solid shells and fired at the center of the road, while the musketeers in the bunker did not stop firing.

There were piles of bodies on the road.

...

Löfven's anger gradually cooled, and he began to feel afraid.

More than two dozen people at first found the witch who had made the confusion, dressed in strange clothes, almost blended with the surrounding scenery as she lurked in the woods, and had not been if the other party had been moving forward with the great force and guiding the crowd towards the middle of the road, it was almost impossible for her own people to find her.

Even so, she caused much trouble for Leven—he found that the sound of the witch’s imitation was erratic, and did not need to be uttered from her mouth, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and even from the back of her own mind.The content is also varied, such as issuing orders to imitate one’s own accent or the gruesome cries of a militiaman for help.

But just as they were trying to catch each other, the white woman reappeared.

Leven relives the shock of Lehman Hoth's blinking in front of him.

She held a silvery "light crossbow" in her hand, and as long as there was a spark and a loud noise, one of them would fall.

The encircled pockets were instantly torn apart, and all of them became birds of terror for a while.The armor could not be resisted, the shield did not work, the iron shield held by Leven was broken in half, and the small hole in the iron skin told him how amazing the power of the other's weapons was.I can compare with it, I am afraid that only the hands are heavy.If he had not subconsciously bowed his head to hide, it was estimated that he had become a corpse.

But the heavy streaf can't be fired!

The white-clad witch's present-in-the-world ability, combined with an unloaded terrorist weapon, made Leven realize that he had no chance of winning.Once this consciousness has taken hold of the upper hand, the fury is extinguished as quickly as a cold wind.

“Take the pills and kill her when she shows up!”

With such a shout, Leven himself stepped back, and when she focused her attention on the militiamen, she ran out of the woods.

It is safer to stay with the team, and she will never dare to attack herself in the crowd!

The forest also grew very strange, the lush weeds almost never had a knee, and the bottom was covered with vines, and if they did not care, they would stumble.All the way out of the woods, Leverend looked ahead, trying to meet the big troops, but the scene in front of him stunned.

The militias whose effects are not over are retreating... No, it should be said that they are fleeing.Those who ran slowly, or who had not yet reacted, were crushed to the ground and were trampled by the latecomers.When he rushed, it was like running a horse, and when he fled, the raging crowd stirred up the dust, and he did not dare to stop it.

What happened?Löfven could not believe it, and in such a short period of time, fifteen hundred people were completely defeated.This is in the case of pills!Are all the princes monsters?

At this moment, the sound of stepping on the weed came from behind, and he gritted his teeth and pulled his sword to stab behind him - at the moment of life and death, the fast sword was a little faster than before, like a flash of lightning, but the dazzling fire that greeted him.The sword body was crushed by something, the spark splashed, and then a prick came from the right hand of the sword, and the touch of the fingertips disappeared instantly.

When the eyes were on his arm, Leven found that his half-arms were missing, and the red and white muscles and bones were exposed, like a blooming snake flower.The white woman came to him without expression, but he could not help but step back two steps, and then tripped to the ground.

The witch had one foot on his shoulder, and the cold weapon stuck to his forehead, and from this angle Leven saw the other person’s face hidden under his hood.

Well... pretty.

Before the shot, it was his last thought.(Unfinished.