She Is Not a Witch Chapter 146: Broken Setting Sun
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"Raise a gun and shoot!"
On the hillside, white metal shields lined up on one side. With an order, the dense gun barrels stood out from behind the shield and fired.
Short blazing fires sounded one after another, and metal projectiles shot through the atmosphere, instantly smashing the enemy's armor, breaking the flesh, and blossoming blood flowers.
The soldiers in front of the Canghong Empire fell, but they quickly made up for them.
"Quick, quick, quick! Take advantage of the opponent to reload, charge!" The officer on horseback raised his sword and shouted, running on the side of the line.
The imperial soldiers under the hillside also began to trot, rushing upwards.
After fighting with Crancia many times, the empire naturally realized the excellent convenience of muskets. Although there was not enough output for a time, they also summarized some general regulations to deal with the shooting of muskets.
Melee combat, night combat, rainfall, bombing, and bow shooting are all ways to deal with musket shooting.
In the current era, the rate of fire of bows and arrows is far better than that of muskets, but the lack of the number of archers limits the use of long-range firepower. (The emergence of the burst rifle is a matter of the later development of firearms)
Under the undulating hillside, soldiers in iron gray armors and black and red feather helmets surged up like a tide. The sound of metal armors rubbed together, making people breathless.
Facing the afternoon sun, the raised gun blade refracted bursts of flashes, forming a sea of fine fragments. The dry grass clippings continued to rise with the pace, and the air was full of tension.
Pull the bolt, put in ammunition, reload, close again, raise the barrel, aim, and fire.
Boom!
As the **** of the shoulder's rifle shook, there was a sharp sound, and an enemy not far away bled on his body, and then struggled to kneel down.
But after it fell, there was still a black figure behind, and they clamored to charge up again.
After three rounds of shooting, the soldiers of the Canghong Empire and Crancia met hand-to-hand.
The front rows of both sides are holding large steel shields, and a long spear is placed behind the shield like a hedgehog, sprinting forward. With the infusion of magic power, a sharp brilliance flashed on the sword.
In the end, the two parties are like trains colliding with each other, the front row punctures each other, blood splashes, and thousands of lives die in an instant. Immediately after the soldiers from the rear came up on top, they began to fight close.
Looking at this fierce and cruel battle on the hillside, hundreds of nobles in crimson windbreakers floated behind the imperial camp. What allowed them to fly was the wings woven by the **** magic behind them.
These nobles of the Crimson Empire have strengths ranging from 4-5 in the Demon Sequence. Relying on these bright red magic wings, they can flexibly enter the battlefield and cut into the back row. Whether it is a surprise attack, a blockade, or an escape, they can easily enter the battlefield. Do it.
Seeing these blood-winged nobles appearing behind the opponent, a pair of snow-white wings spread out behind Crancia, and nearly a hundred transcendents of angel sequence from Sanctuary or Sage Academy also lifted into the sky.
Although they are not as many as the other, and their combat effectiveness is not as good as the other, they can at least slightly curb the other's attacks and reduce their own casualties.
"It's really pleasing." Looking at the priests and healers of Baiyu, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Panside's mouth.
He opened his right hand, and **** magic power emerged from the air, continuously gathering the palms of his hands to form a twisted sphere.
Devil Blood·Kuva Strangulation!
As if a signal, the nobleman in red also threw the **** magic ball in his hand and smashed it towards the opposite position.
When approaching midair, a light golden curtain of light rises, canceling out nearly half of the blood cells, but they are quickly dissipated by corrosion. Some blood cells explode below, and the dark red blood pierces in all directions. If there is someone After being bruised and shot into the body, it will immediately become very toxic.
Seeing that many soldiers spit blood at their mouths, their bodies twitched and fell, and Albert frowned. At this time, he didn't care about retaining his magic and physical strength.
"Holy White's Shield, unfold!" He shouted, and then the gold-rimmed shield on the white background bloomed with brilliance.
The 600 shield-bearing guards beside him also raised their shields after hearing the order, running the extraordinary core, and casting spells together.
The golden streamer overflowed between the shields, and then layers of pale gold shields were formed in the air. The shields were like transparent shield outlines superimposed, isolating the subsequent **** magic bullets.
"Hehe, even you, Albert, how long can you last?"
Penside looked at the scene before him, flapping his wings and rushing into the sky, and then hundreds of red nobles followed the earl.
Like a bird of prey swooping, these crimson figures traversed a long arc in the air, avoiding the firing of ground muskets, and went directly behind the flanks of the army formation.
Faced with the musket troops loaded at the rear, these nobles armed with scarlet swords slashed wantonly and lightly, bringing up patches of blood.
"You all have to die!"
Seeing the tragic deaths of those comrades on the spot, a soldier opened his eyes, he raised the musket in his hand and charged forward, pulling the trigger when he was only a few meters away from the enemy.
Although such a move caused a small bloodbath to appear on the enemy, he also paid the price of his life for it.
The long and narrow blood sword swept past, and then an unwilling head flew up. The red-clothed nobleman of nearly three hundred people, as if entering the land of no one, began to kill these low-level soldiers.
A priest dressed in white wings rushed over immediately, and they began to wield white flame lightsabers to fight these enemies, but because the number was far less than the enemies, they could only do a check.
The white flames and the red swords complement each other, and some people fall from the sky from time to time, and the blood is sprinkled on the spot.
Seeing that the hillside lined with white shields below was surrounded by black and red tides, gradually dissipating and being submerged, a strange song sounded from the horizon.
The voice is slightly hoarse, yet quiet and holy.
With the sound of this song, an invisible breeze seemed to blow on the battlefield, the magic power of the demon sequence was greatly suppressed, and the air began to overflow with pure white magic light sand.
"On the other side of the mountain!" The screaming voice sounded on the ground.
Penside turned his head and looked, and hundreds of nuns in grey clothes appeared on the distant hillside. These nuns are all wearing uniform capes and robes, hoods on their heads, and grey cloth over their eyes.
They prayed and sang in unison, so the light wind blew to the earth.
"The grey nun of the sanctuary!"
Looking at these reinforcements appearing, Panside gave a low voice, and then led the red nobleman behind him to pounce over there.
If these nuns are allowed to continue to sing hymns and perform domain skills, then the extraordinary strength of the empire will be greatly suppressed, and the other party can greatly increase the strength of the divine shield and allow those The priests in white rescued a large number of wounded.
The golden red sword was drawn from the waist, and its guard had a metal rosette. Panside held the blood-colored rose sword from the family, and a sense of honor emerged in his heart.
This is one of the 27 Scarlet Rose Swords that Yalin, the founding king, bestowed on his vassals, and he was also one of the 27 pure-blooded nobles. Now he wants to restore the glory of his ancestors and engrave his name on the coat of arms of merit.
The aristocratic genius of Demon Sequence 6 jumped up, his figure resembling a red lightning, and instantly slashed towards the group of gray nuns.
Clang!
Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be as lucky as his ancestors today. Two special long sword grids block the red and engraved sword body.
The two swords have no sharp edges, just like a long ruler, with nicks on them, blocking this sharp and dangerous blade.
"You are!?" He looked surprised at the blindfolded nun who stopped him suddenly.
But the other party did not answer, and then the two iron-grey long swords interlaced, easily penetrated his body, making him kneel on the ground weakly.
The blood-colored wings behind him gradually dissipated, and the blood continued to gush out along the wound. It was a gift from the angel. The wound that the devil could not heal by itself allowed all the warmth to flow away slowly.
Penside couldn't understand why he suddenly failed, and his consciousness was gradually blurred at this moment. The tearing and gunfire in his ear seemed to be a distant dream, and the world was gradually dead and cold.
Is this death? He slowly closed his eyes and fell under the plain gray skirt.
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Wind-sound province, central battlefield.
The battle is in full swing, the air is full of blood and gunpowder smoke, and the ground is full of fallen dead bodies and bullet craters.
The line of Crancia retreats and retreats, it seems that it has reached the brink of final shattering, but the battle will not end because of this.
When the black and red tide was about to disperse the line of Venus on the white background, reinforcements finally arrived.
One side after another, pure white flags appeared on the horizon. Accompanied by the sound of struggling horse hooves, the young lives came from the distant sky.
These simple armored cavalrymen, holding long spears, constantly urge the horses under them, toward the battlefield under the setting sun.
They are reserve soldiers from all counties in the mainland of Crancia. Although there is no time to get the full equipment in a while, time is not waiting. Now they are about to set foot on the battlefield of decisive death, defend this beloved country with their lives and blood.
Nearly 300,000 lances pointed at the sky, rushing to this rotten battlefield with billowing smoke and dust.
Since the start of the war, Crancia has continuously recruited reserve soldiers, and military education has begun in countless places. All young people must receive local military training and be ready for war at all times.
Now the first batch of reserves have finally been trained. They gathered from all over, gathered in Solander, and arrived on the battlefield today.
The gale is howling, rolling dust is flying in the sound of horses' hoofs, and the smell of dust and gunpowder smoke in the mouth and nose~IndoMTL.com~ But at this moment, my heart is beating like a blazing sun.
When did they live in a deadly gray world, such hard and difficult days are still unforgettable.
Dry black bread mixed with sand, work under the scorching sun, skinny father, brothers and sisters starved to death in his arms, unfair laws, indifferent mockery and contempt, narrow houses that cannot shelter from wind and rain.
It seems that there is no hope in the world, and I don't know where the future leads.
On that day, a light passed through the dark cloud and shone into the world, bringing him warmth and hope.
From then on, he held high this banner and vowed to defend everything until the end of life and the world.
Now, it's time to fulfill the promise.
"Crancia, long live!"
A spear was lowered from the air and placed in front of the horse, rushing towards the black and red world with an indomitable momentum.
The gale is howling, and the setting sun is like blood.
Along with the accelerating charge, young cavalry rushed to the enemy line fearlessly, tearing it apart, and as the blood blossoms, there were young and fiery lives.
Being brave is not about being fearless, but knowing this, but still choosing to move forward.
『You will advance like a chariot until you die. 』
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