Chapter 449 Robbery 3
A turbulent wave arose in the heart of the dwarf Imar. He saw the two human fingers in front of him making a snapping motion, and the iron pipe spit out terrible flames, followed by the one closest to him. The orc warrior fell to the ground.
After they finished shooting, they immediately handed the used weapon to their companions behind, and then took over the other loaded weapon.
Loading, Emaar has seen this step.
The human who received the weapon stood the weapon, which was almost as long as his height, on the ground. He took out a small object that might have been wrapped in cloth or some leather from the bag, and bit it open with his teeth. Pour some black powder from it into the tube of the weapon, then insert a long iron rod into the tube and pound it vigorously, then lift the weapon and fiddle with the slowly burning rope wrapped around the rear end, and finally The weapons were handed over to the companions responsible for the design, and a new round of killing began again.
The whole set of movements is very skillful, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The exploration team heading south carried eight matchlocks and formed a musketry team commanded by deputy captain Matthew.
The two most skilled shooters in the group are responsible for operating the musket for shooting, and the others are responsible for loading ammunition for the shooters to ensure continuous output of firepower.
The two shooters are not only good at shooting, but also have a stable mentality. They will not panic and open fire outside the effective accuracy range of the musket.
The matchlock gun held by the exploration team uses a smoothbore barrel. Although hitting the targeted enemy at a distance of 100 meters or more depends on the blessing of the gods, at a distance of 50 meters or less, it is The hit rate on a large target like the human body is still very impressive, especially when the shooters lie on the slope, so that their elbows have support and the gun can be held more steadily.
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“Evil witchcraft!”
As the mastermind of this robbery, Gunther already felt regretful.
But what he regretted was not coming to rob, but regretting that he had underestimated the despicability and cunning of human beings.
He has regarded those weapons that spit out flames and smoke as a special kind of wand.
There was actually a shaman among that group of humans.
After the few warriors at the front were knocked down, he cleverly hid behind a big rock.
Others followed suit, either finding obstacles to hide, and we lay down on the ground. Our intuition told the orcs that this should be useful.
There was no mental preparation to prepare for sacrifice before taking action. The charge was so fierce that it stopped in an instant.
The orcs did not dare to go up, and the humans did not dare to come down. There was a brief silence on the hillside.
"You!" Gunther pointed at the orc hiding with him and angrily accused: "Are the bows and arrows you are carrying decorations? Idiot! Kill the human shaman for me quickly!"
"Yes, Lord Gunther!"
The orc archer immediately lowered the bow on his back, attached an arrow, ducked out of the boulder and immediately shot the arrow.
Actually, he didn't have time to aim at the human holding the "magic wand", so he just found a random target and shot the bow and arrow.
Then the next second his head exploded while Gunther watched helplessly.
With a sound of hitting the ground, brain matter was sprayed more than a meter behind him.
The orc archer fell.
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"Ugh!"
A member of the exploration team covered his chest, he was hit by an arrow.
"Quick! Get the bandages and powder!"
Stanford stepped forward to hug the injured team member.
“Hit the man with the bow and arrow first!” Matthew shouted, and everyone was in high spirits.
Stanford took out a pair of scissors and cut open the wounded man's clothes.
Oh no, he shouted in despair.
The orc's arrow struck him in the chest. The poor young man twitched and said with all his strength: "Captain, please... take me... take me back to my hometown, even... even... even... my ashes."
Gradually he lost his breath.
“Damn it!”
Stanford growled and pulled out the arrow.
The arrowhead turned out to be made of bone.
This was the thing that killed one of his brothers!
His evaluation of the orcs' combat effectiveness has reached a new level. Not only is he powerful, but his reactions are also so alert. The orc shooter, as soon as he leaned out, immediately locked onto a target and hit it. If it were him, there would be no time to aim in such a short time.
Matthew’s shooting skills are very good, but he can hit the opponent because he has been paying attention to the boulder hiding the enemy. If the positions of the two are reversed, he will be able to escape the cover under heavy murderous threats. If you fire a shot at something, it will most likely miss.
I wonder how many such good players there are in the other team.
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Gunther looked at the orc archer who fell to the ground distressedly, and he once again lost a confidant who could fight.
But he also saw that when the archer's brains spurted out, a small thing also shot out from the back of his head.
Are they darts or projectiles blessed by witchcraft?
Seeing that his side was suppressed by an unknown force, he felt that he could not continue.
Since the wand doesn't hurt people out of thin air, there are ways to resist it.
He took off the metal shield he was carrying and roared with all his strength. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
If anyone looks at his face, they can see that Gunther's eyes are splitting, his mouth is open, and his gums are almost protruding. Those terrifying fangs are even more ferocious and terrifying.
The roar was so loud that the orc's voice echoed in the mountains for a long time. After hearing this, Stanford's heart palpitated inexplicably and he felt very uncomfortable, as if he had downed several large glasses of super strong drink in one go. The feeling after coffee. The expressions on other team members seemed to be the same.
The first roar seemed to be a secret signal, and the other hidden orcs also roared one after another, but the intensity was much lower.
"I don't know what the other side is doing! But I firmly believe that we can survive this! The grenadiers are ready to prevent the other side from charging."
Stanford encouraged the team members and then took out a horn drum Lift your cheeks and blow.
The powerful sound of the trumpet counteracted the roar of the orcs, and the team members calmed down a little.
“Attack!”
Gunther, waving a big stick in his right hand and holding a shield in his left hand, jumped out first and charged towards the mountain.
It's only a few dozen meters, just rush over!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The orcs jumped out in a swarm and ran after the leader.
“Throw!”
At Stanford’s command, the grenadiers lit the fuses and threw the grenades out one by one.
If it were on flat ground, there might be a distance limit, but now we were on a hillside, and the grenade was rolling down.
The rumbling explosion created a large area of fire and smoke. The real damage caused was very few, but it was more powerful than before. Many orcs were stunned by the huge sound so close at hand, and their ears were filled with shock. It was still buzzing, as if all other sounds in the world had disappeared, leaving only that uncomfortable chirping sound.
Some unlucky guys were hit by debris and grinned in pain.
The orcs' charge stalled, but some people were still unaffected. The human crossbows joined in the shooting, the muskets dealt with those holding shields, and the crossbows dealt with those without shields. They attacked these guys one by one. Shoot down.
(End of this chapter)