Chapter 538 Rebellion 6
Chacon stared at the lord’s camp intently, feeling excited and scared at the same time.
In the previous few charges, he could still remember the tragic scenes of those unlucky guys being hit. Chacon, who had never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child, had very good eyesight at night. He saw a person with his own eyes. His head was shot open by something unknown, maybe it was the gadget called a bullet in Fergus's mouth.
But he did not dare to disobey his father's orders.
So before he charged, he put on his family's ancestral full-body armor. The armor was polished very finely and shone brightly in the moonlight.
This is armor made of fine steel. Even the sharpest sword cannot break its defense. Chacon is confident that he can use it to rush into the lord's camp, take off the cruel lord's dog head and hug the beauty. Return, just like in the brave adventure novels - if that Miss Setia is still safe and sound.
He held the big sword in both hands and walked forward with a clang.
"Everyone, listen, after I give the order, you all charge with me. This time we must expel the evil being who has been possessed by the devil from the world!"
He raised the sword high in his hand.
"Victory! It will definitely belong to us!"
Because of this set of family heirloom armor, Chacon now looks very good and very powerful. In addition, he is the second son of the highly prestigious Valen family. His appearance suddenly restored the slump caused by repeated failed charges. morale.
“Kill the tyrant!”
“Kill Graiman!”
“Justice will prevail!”
The fugitives supported by major families The others were shouting along with them in a crazy manner. After all, there were only about fifty people on the other side.
...
“They are preparing to charge again!”
La Di reminded everyone loudly.
After being repelled several times in a row, the rebels once again gathered their men to surround them.
“Damn it, how many of them are there?”
Paul was a little scared and wondered if he should choose a direction to break out.
No matter how low the opponent's morale is and how rubbish their combat effectiveness is, there is no reason for the opponent to retreat if we just stay in place and defend.
If something happens to the letter asking for help, and the reinforcements are delayed, the ammunition, food, and fresh water on our side will always be exhausted, while the rebels will continue to receive energy. In addition, their people can also rest in rotation.
But this area is so unfamiliar to me, and the rebels have been planning for so long, every road may be littered with traps.
While there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind, a crazy howl came from the depths of the woods, vaguely accompanied by many slogans.
"Okay, come on, I'm not afraid of you!"
Paul raised his pistol bitterly. In the battle ahead, he used this gun to kill five people.
There is still some residual heat on this gun, even though it was soaked in water for a while and then wiped dry.
The previous high-intensity battles made many people's gun barrels hot to the touch. Fortunately, each guard had two guns, and the relatively low temperature at night also helped dissipate heat.
However, due to the heat of the gun barrels and the cover of the trees, the rebels had broken into the camp several times. Fortunately, they were at the end of their strength and retreated under the heroic counterattacks of the guards. , but almost everyone on Paul's side was injured.
The rebels once again surrounded him.
Victor opened his eyes when he saw the charging enemy troops, and then patted the "sniper" Egram beside him who had just loaded the rifle with ammunition.
“Did you see the guy who burned the buns?”
“Lord Victor, are you talking about the glowing guy?” The moon attached Chacon’s exquisite armor A layer of mysterious elegance.
"Yes, that idiot. Save the bullets first, and kill him later when he gets into range."
"As you command, Lord Victor."...
"Attack!"
Chacon shouted, quickly opened his lower legs, raised his The big sword, dragging the heavy armor, started to charge.
“Kill!” His accomplices followed him and ran towards the lord’s camp.
Bright flames flashed in the lord's camp again, and just like the previous times, one traitor after another was knocked to the ground by bullets.
Chacon tried hard not to look at the miserable condition of those unlucky people, forcing his eyes to stare at Graiman's camp.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something hit his abdomen. The force was so strong that Chacon, who was charging hard, stopped abruptly.
Wow! It hurts!
Chacon suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his abdomen had been hit by a big hammer.
There was a clang, his armor clanking, and Chacon suddenly fell to his knees, breathing heavily.
He carefully stretched out his hand and slowly groped the abdomen of the armor.
Fortunately, there is no damage! This shows that the thing called the bullet has not penetrated inside.
After Chacon took a few breaths, he endured the discomfort in his abdomen and stood up again.
“Hit the tyrant!”
he shouted, joining the charging crowd again.
"Damn it! Can't your marksmanship be more accurate?"
The captain of the guard, Victor, scolded the subordinates holding rifled guns with some annoyance.
"Lord Victor, I'm sorry!" Guard Egram apologized while loading ammunition quickly, "But I should have been hit just now. Look at the way he knelt down just now. ”
Well, Victor thought helplessly, maybe the quality of the opponent's armor was too good, or maybe the darkness of the night affected the gunman's judgment of the distance, so that when he hit the target, the force was already too strong. Very small.
"I swear the next shot will definitely kill him." Egram said viciously.
Several people discovered Chacon shrouded in moonlight, and also targeted it and opened fire.
But this guy was so lucky that no one else hit him with a single shot.
Seeing that Cha Kong was about to run to the side of the horse, Egram had just loaded the ammunition.
In a matter of seconds, an astonishing tongue of fire suddenly shot out from Paul's side, like a giant python attacking its prey. The flame hit Chacon with a roar - the green-haired witch took action. .
Chacon, who was baptized by the flames, felt as if his body had been poured with grease, and the flames quickly spread throughout his body.
"Oh! No - no -!"
Chacon threw away the sword in his hand and slapped himself in horror, with such force that his armor crackled. A clicking sound.
However, this was of no help, as the astonishing heat was quickly conducted along the metal armor to his skin.
“Ah——ah——ah——!!!”
In less than a minute, Chacon could no longer make any sensible movements. He fell to the ground and rolled around randomly based on his reaction to the pain.
If someone gets close to him, they will definitely be able to smell something coming from that full-body armor.
The armor that was supposed to protect him has now become a cage trapping him.
(End of this chapter)