Chapter 5322 Weirdness in the Smoke
The well-equipped mercenary cavalry was originally full of confidence before the battle.
But as the vision appeared, they also became confused and uneasy, with expressions of vigilance on their faces.
Looking at the battlefield at this time, everything seemed to be wrong.
The smoke generated by the bombing never dissipated, as if it was frozen.
On a normal battlefield, this situation would never occur unless there was a large amount of burning material.
Looking at the surrounding ground, there was no debris or debris, not even a weed branch.
The previous continuous shelling had turned over the land in the attack area, and it would definitely end with not a single blade of grass growing.
Not to mention such a big car, not even a single weed was left, it was blown up and scattered around the battlefield.
But what I saw was completely different from what I imagined. The target that the employer spent a lot of money to attack did not seem to be damaged as expected.
What exactly happened must be figured out immediately, and the target must be completely eliminated.
What artillery cannot do, they must complete!
With war horses under their control, the mercenaries quickly approached the battlefield, their rifles already loaded with bullets.
There were still some people in the rear, drawing sharp sabers, flashing with cold light.
This kind of saber from the Western Regions is covered with beautiful patterns and is carefully forged by skilled craftsmen.
The patterned saber is extremely sharp and can easily cut an enemy into two pieces, and can even split iron armor.
It is said that when forging this kind of saber, the blacksmith will recite a spell to give it extraordinary power.
It can help the user gain great courage given by God, and even kill evil spirits.
Secret exquisite craftsmanship and magical legends have become the basis for product price increases.
The price of this kind of saber has therefore become extremely expensive.
But for this operation, the employer spent a lot of money to equip a hundred such sabers.
It is required to use this sharp sword at the beginning of melee combat to kill all attacking enemies.
This strange request can’t help but make people think.
Mercenaries don't care what their employers think, they just take money to do things.
Every sword-wielding warrior has excellent martial arts. Many are masters in the military, and some are great thieves.
They followed the gunmen and were responsible for the final cleanup.
Thousands of cavalry surrounded the road in a short period of time.
But the thick smoke and dust blocked their road and sight, greatly reducing the power of the cavalry.
“Damn!”
The cavalry commander became a little embarrassed at this moment. He wanted to order shooting, but he was afraid that stray bullets would hit his own people.
Shooting simultaneously from different directions at such a short distance is simply killing each other.
The only thing he could do was to order the cavalry to move forward and clear the entire smoke area.
Use people and horses to clean up the entire bombing area.
If you encounter an enemy during this period, attack immediately and leave no one alive.
The commander made up his mind, decisively issued the order and immediately entered the smoke.
At the same time, all cavalry were ordered to put away their firearms and take out their swords, and were not allowed to fire in the smoke.
After receiving the order, the cavalry immediately rushed towards the smoke, drawing their sabers and holding them in their hands.
Once an abnormality is encountered, an attack will be launched immediately.
The smoke is so thick that you can't see anything from a meter away. Entering it is like entering another world.
Such a strange feeling made a group of mercenaries even more uneasy.
Fortunately, they always have teammates following them, and they can take care of each other.
The bombing area is a road, not long or wide. You should be able to walk to the opposite side quickly.
With this idea in mind, the mercenaries continued to move forward, always ready for battle.
But it didn’t take long for some mercenaries to realize something was wrong.
Ordinarily the roads that were bombed should now be rugged and filled with deep craters.
Mud with the smell of gunpowder smoke will be scattered everywhere.
But at this moment, they did not feel the ruggedness of the crater, nor did they smell the smoke.
The thick fog prevented the mercenary from seeing clearly what kind of environment he was in, but strange thoughts came to his mind. At this moment, they were not on the battlefield, but in some unknown place.
This is a very outrageous idea, but combined with the surrounding environment, it just gives people a feeling that this is the case.
As an experienced rider, he can accurately judge the speed and distance of the war horse. It should be expected that he should meet up with his companions on the opposite side at this moment.
But so far, they have not heard any sound.
With such a short distance and such a small area, this situation should not happen.
The increasingly weird situation made the mercenaries panic, and they even had the idea of turning around and evacuating.
They had a premonition that if they continued to move forward, they would encounter something incredible.
Perhaps at this moment, they are already deeply involved.
Soon another mercenary discovered that the sound of horse hooves around him was getting softer and softer, and now only the sound of himself and his companions were left.
"What happened, where did the others go?"
The mercenary asked loudly, hoping to get a response from his companions, but there was no movement.
At this moment, the mercenary finally felt panicked and quickly asked his companions to check what happened.
But it was only then that the mercenary was surprised to find that something was wrong with his companions.
Their faces were as pale as paper, their movements in controlling the horses were very stiff, and the sound of the horses' hooves hitting the ground was also strange.
It's not like flesh and blood, more like paper.
Could it be that...
A bad premonition suddenly arose in the heart of the mercenary, and fear erupted like a blowout.
"Die!"
The mercenary immediately swung his knife and slashed at the accomplices around him to ensure his own safety.
They were originally a mob, gathered together because of money, but now faced with a fatal threat, they did not hesitate to take action.
As a result, when the knife fell, there was no scene of blood and flesh splashing. There was no touch at the place where the knife fell, as if the teammate was just a disembodied image.
“Damn, what are you?”
The mercenary roared, with a look of fear on his face, and at the same time controlled his horse to leave the team.
The accomplice he attacked was twisting his body at this moment, with a strange smile on his pale face.
“Why did you sneak attack me?”
The accomplice was smiling, but he was asking questions.
Then a crack appeared on his body, and blood slowly flowed out.
"Why did you sneak attack me?"
The accomplice still had a smile on his face, but his expression had gradually become distorted.
"Why did you sneak attack me?"
It was still the same sentence, but the wound became bigger and bigger, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
That face was completely distorted, becoming like a ferocious evil ghost, which made people feel horrified to see it.
This man had been on the battlefield as a soldier, and as a mercenary who had been bandits and robbed homes. He believed that he was not afraid of anything. As long as he was given enough money, the emperor would dare to stop him.
But at this moment, facing this strange situation, he felt a fear he had never experienced before.
When his companion's jaw dropped to his chest and he questioned again, he immediately picked up his rifle and opened fire.
Along with the crisp sound of gunfire, a bullet hole appeared in the accomplice’s forehead.
The shot hit the vital point, but the accomplice did not fall down in response, but stretched out a slender finger.
The fingers were more than five times longer than normal, like thin bamboo joints.
I inserted my sharp nails into the bullet hole, dug hard twice, and then pulled out a metal bullet.
The accomplice held the warhead with two long nails and looked at it carefully, as if he was very curious.
The mercenary who launched the attack was so frightened that he turned around and fled without hesitation.
At this moment, he didn't care about the punishment for breach of contract at all, he just wanted to escape from this terrible place.
He had a hunch that if he hesitated any longer, he might lose his last chance to escape.
(End of this chapter)