Chapter 536 Rebellion 4
The sound of slight footsteps accompanied by the rubbing of leaves came from far and near, gradually getting closer and closer to the camp.
Victor counted silently in his heart.
The first wave of enemies—probably the cannon fodder in the words of intelligence agent Brundy—held their spears or one-handed swords and carefully groped their way to the lord's camp. Everyone was half-crouching. The body moves forward bit by bit.
Many of them have very poor eyesight at night and can only vaguely see things slightly further away, but they cannot disobey their master’s orders, and there are also heavy rewards, the latter Let these people be a little bolder.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Continuous explosions sounded from the lord’s camp, and huge flames and smoke suddenly spewed out, like the death scythe. At that moment, the camp was illuminated by these flames. The reflection seemed as bright as day, and those who were close to the lord's camp fell to the ground one by one.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The screams sounded instantly and continued to echo in the woods.
The tragic experience of the companions effectively frightened those who tried to approach the lord's camp, and they began to fear and hesitate.
"Grayman's men are still there."
Fergus and others, who were supervising the battle not far away, couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
They stayed at a safe distance. The burst of fire just now was really scary, but as long as Graiman was still there, he could kill them with his numerical advantage.
"Bows and arrows! Use bows and arrows to shoot into the camp!"
There was a crash, and people who knew how to use arrows took up their bows and shot arrows, attacking the lord's territory.
Arrows flew overhead, making a whooshing sound. Paul bit his lip tightly, waiting anxiously for the end of the arrow rain. Beside him, Ladi closed her eyes tightly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
"Six o'clock!" Ladi suddenly shouted.
Several guards immediately stretched out their gun barrels in the direction she pointed out, and they concentrated on identifying the moving black figure. After several gunshots, the black figure fell to the ground.
Unlike the enemies we are facing, the guards of the Lord's Mansion have been strictly selected, and their eyesight at night is all excellent.
The rebels' long-range attacks were not effective, because the lights in the camp were extinguished by Victor's order early in the morning, and everyone had found cover, so their arrow attacks were in vain. .
Some people tried to quietly approach the camp and throw torches or light some flammable objects, or they were knocked down by muskets from a long distance away, as if something was watching them, and they spent several times in a row. After losing his life, no one dared to do this anymore.
After nearly twenty minutes of blind shooting, the rebels finally stopped shooting.
“Everyone, charge!” Fergus shouted, and at the same time he raised his sword and waved it fiercely in mid-air.
"Follow me!" A strong man in full armor took the lead, holding up his double-edged broadsword and began to charge towards the lord's camp.
“Kill!”
A large number of people emerged from the woods, either by moonlight or holding torches, and charged with the strong men. In fact, it wasn't just from this one direction, there were people charging towards Paul's location from all directions. Unlike the first wave of cannon fodder who visited the camp, they all had basic protection, and many even wore metal armor. This group of people is the force supported by the various families involved in the rebellion.
“There are a large number of enemies approaching from all directions!”
La Di’s voice also contained a hint of nervousness.
Without her reminder, everyone had already judged this situation from the enemy's footsteps and shouts. "The most dangerous time is coming!" Paul shouted to everyone: "Everyone, I am very honored to have a group of loyal subordinates like you. After this battle, everyone will receive a reward of at least five thousand silver shields. The family of the victim will receive an additional five thousand silver shields. Our message for help has been sent out, and the reinforcements will arrive after dawn. Before that, please fight hard and kill the traitors who dare to approach us. "< br>
"Long live Graiman!"
"Alda is immortal!"
Paul's words made the guards more energetic and morale boosted, and they shouted slogans under the leadership of Victor.
When the camp was about to be surrounded, a large number of grenades were thrown from the hands of the guards. The fuses burned rapidly in mid-air, and the grenades exploded before landing.
A large amount of debris was shot out in all directions driven by the rapidly expanding gas, and was deeply embedded in the skin and flesh of the nearby human body. The exposed and unprotected face, arms, and legs faced these tiny The thing has no resistance, and the debris can easily create wounds that, although not fatal temporarily, can cause great pain to the owner of the body.
"Hiss~his~"
"Ahhhhh!"
"I need help!"
The grenade threw the charging rebels into chaos.
Seeing this situation, Paul's guards immediately raised their guns and fired, focusing on taking care of those who were not injured or whose injuries did not affect their movement.
The rebels experienced the baptism of hot weapons for the first time, and they did not have enough psychological preparation beforehand. They even thought that their armor could protect against the lord's muskets.
The firepower of the guards of the lord's palace is very intensive. They adopt the method of having some people responsible for shooting and some people responsible for loading. The gunshots are continuous, and every time they sound, it means that someone in the rebels has lost their lives. The combat capability is more likely to fail.
After half an hour of continuous assault, the rebels' charging frenzy was finally stopped.
After receiving such a result, Fergus and Old Warren, who were commanding from behind, became furious.
"Waste! You are all waste! A few muskets can beat you to this."
Fergus's only memory of muskets was during the crusade against pirates. At that time, Paul had just tinkered with a matchlock gun for craftsmen to make. The soldiers held such muskets, fired a few rounds to frighten the enemy, and then immediately let the spearmen charge to kill the frightened enemy.
But since he left Huxin Town, he knew nothing about the subsequent development of firearms.
He didn’t know that the reloading speed, durability, range, and accuracy of the musket had all undergone qualitative changes compared to when they first appeared.
"Graiman's black magic!"
Old Warren thought so. Compared to Fergus, his knowledge of firearms was basically zero.
He called his son Chacon over, "My child, the day you were born, the priest in the town said that you had been blessed by the Lord of Light and would be able to restrain Grayman's evil magic. Go, for the sake of the family and Heavenly Father Glory, go fight!"
Looking at his father, Chacon nodded heavily.
(End of this chapter)