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The short and thick hand cannon suddenly protruded from the shadows, impartially just against the person's face.The action of the big sergeant solidified on the spot, and his right ankle slid backward, apparently trying to avoid.But how could the firecracker give him a chance, holding the smoky match rope tightly with his right hand, and directly stabbed in the medicine pool.

"boom!!"

The loud gunfire echoed throughout the wall.Accompanied by the dazzling fire, more than a dozen lead shotguns flew out at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, blurring the target's face at close range.The big sergeant's Charel helmet was smashed on the spot by this group of fire bees, and the blood mixed with other liquids sprayed out from the many openings on the protective surface.

The body lost its life and hit the wall heavily in a backward posture.The four-point coat of arms rusted on the cloth faceplate was muddied by all kinds of filth.The big sergeant was completely finished, and he could not die again lying between the battlements, and his three companions only lived a few more seconds:

The civilian-soldiers on the gate and the wall of the village had long been filled with ammunition for the crossbows and firecrackers, and waited for a long time for the enemy to take the bait.After the gang of "first ascend warriors" finished howling, the new arquebus, snake-bar arquebus, and iron-armed crossbows almost fired close to their faces, coaxing the group of regular infantry with cowhide and full body armor. Kill it all.

The dead flesh fell to the ground one after another, and the stones shook loudly.The red and black blood flowed up the wooden ladder along the iron hook, and tickly fell on the baron family soldier.If the attackers were mortal bandits, they would definitely be frightened by this scene. They screamed and fled back to the camp in a panic. However, Bertrand’s men were all stubborn. Faced with the corpses of his comrades, they were only tense. It's just a commotion for a second.

The experienced sergeant banged on the shield, and a few roars stabilized the order.The four longbowmen once again stretched their bowstrings, and fired amazingly powerful arrows toward the wall.Accompanied by hoarse orders and scattered drops of blood, the regular infantry quickly lined up, stepped on the crossbar again, and cautiously climbed towards the red battlement.

The speed of the four infantrymen in the second batch slowed down significantly.After arriving at the top of the wall, they did not learn from the hapless ones before, and stood on the battlement to show themselves.Two people smashed the shield in front of them, and then squeezed the wall from the gap between the battlements; the other two played more flowery, and they actually "snapped" on the arrow board, playing with the min-bing. , Relying on his own weight, squeezed forward little by little.

They did learn their lesson.But no progress has been made.When the longbowman threw the rocket, Gerard Chevalier reinforces twenty civilians to Dongzhaimen.These reinforcements have already been on the wall, and have been waiting for a long time behind the shield.

The new militiamen, without exception, wear short spears, so they are more suitable to deal with enemies climbing walls.The two people who squeezed in from the gap between the battlements were immediately locked by the spear tips on the left and right sides. Not to mention swinging their swords and cutting people, even free activities became a luxury.

The two iron-clad infantry lying on the baffle board suffered even worse.They just pushed hard, but ignored the observation hole right in front of them, and immediately paid the price: the civilian-sword and shield hand guarding the wall had been "stand-by" in the previous battle, and had long been holding back. A stomach fire.Faced with the live targets that were brought to the door, they unceremoniously took all the orders, holding the long sword tightly, jabbing them fiercely through the observation hole, and sending them to all the family members of the Baron with various curses. Regards.

Of the two infantrymen on the baffle, one was killed on the spot, and the other was forced to jump off the wall and limp.The two hapless guys who were stopped by the short spear persisted for a little longer.They swung their long swords in vain for a long time, and they did cut off a few spear shafts, but they were also bloodied and screamed more miserably.

Being beaten but unable to fight back, under such circumstances, ordinary people's courage will soon be exhausted.The two regular infantry dropped their swords and tried to retreat up the ladder scoldingly, but they were beaten up on the spot by their own fists, and they fell to the top of the wall without waking up.

The other "Tommy Boys" under the wall and on the stairs were already agitated.They no longer thought about it, but yelled and quickly climbed the wooden ladder, first climbed the battlement and then rolled to the top of the wall, in an attempt to drown the defender by the number.

Seeing this scene, the militia also stopped playing with flowers.The blazers fired at Duo Yin, and the muzzle flame soon scorched the surface of the arrowhead. The strong crossbowmen stayed away from the crowd and focused on shooting with the four longbowmen. Aiming; the short spearman is the absolute main force, and manpower is arranged on the four long ladders. They follow the command of the corps commander, and stab-take the spear, stab-take the spear uniformly, and take away those screaming iron armors. The infantry, again and again forced back to Duo Yin.

But it was just forced back.The baron moved fifty law feet forward, and personally raised the banner of honor to cheer for the men on the wall; after being inspired by the leader, the fighting will of the regular soldiers was greatly enhanced, they retreated and did not collapse, waiting to stand firm The heel will immediately charge again.

The tip of the spear struck the iron plate breastplate, making a toothy scratching sound, and the shield pulled away the wooden long handle, and then lifted the entire short spear into the air.....The iron armor infantry stepped on the companion’s corpse, The face-to-face hand-to-face fighting with the defenders finally expanded the foothold of the palm into a real breakthrough.The thrust of the short spearman alone could no longer stop them from advancing.

Paul, who was in charge of the command, immediately blew the bone whistle and sent out the militiamen's own sword and shield.On the top of the extremely narrow wall, two groups of the same equipped samurai collided like two iron waves, and began a vicious confrontation.

There is no beauty in the wrestling between swords and shields. Long swords, half swords, maces and machetes come and go, and a lot of sparks are splashed along with the block; round shields, fan-shaped shields, and zither-shaped shields. Even the kite shield collided fiercely, and the broken pieces of wood flew all over the sky.The screams came and went one after another, and I couldn't tell where they belonged.

In the last second, the winner who just broke the enemy's neck may be smashed by another opponent in the next second.The roles of the winner and loser are often exchanged instantly, and no one can have the last laugh.One minute, five minutes, fifteen minutes...Many civilians and soldiers fell in the melee, and some even died on the spot.

The front platoon of civilians-soldiers, it is difficult to get rescue after falling, they can only groan while avoiding the footsteps of the enemy and us. Most of the wounded will die in a pool of blood. Few lucky ones can escape the slaughterhouse and are supported by their colleagues back down the city wall.