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Chapter 177
"Master Ivan, the turtles in Nitre Town have sent troops!"

"How to do?"

Compared with the tense atmosphere in Saltpeter Town, Tomorrow Town is not much better. Everyone is a little nervous when they see the cavalry, and sweat is dripping from the palms and backs of the hands touching the guns.

As soon as the cavalry from Saltpeter Town appeared on the stage, the platoon suddenly became different.

The horses in the front row were wearing heavy armor, which shone brightly in the sun. At first glance, it looked like heavy armor made of steel. It was strong and huge, and it couldn't be cut by ordinary knives and guns. It looked very impactful.

On the other hand, they are short, even if they have a little muscle, they are not as tall as other people's heavy cavalry.

The Cat Army had never fought against cavalry before, and the charging time of cavalry was several times shorter than that of infantry, and the reloading time was enough to rush to the face and kill them, which meant that everyone only had a chance to shoot a volley.

Ivan clenched his hands tightly at this time, the lives of the four hundred people were in his hands, so they had to fight hard.

Oh no, Lord Alan is also in the army. Alan gave the order to fire just now. Now Alan is in command of the army, and his duty now is to shoot.

Allen's army is different from Ivan's. Allen is proficient in firearms and can calculate the most accurate preview position with a flintlock in his hand.

In the first ten minutes, they lined up outside the city, and Allen asked the first four rows of orcs to point their guns directly at the city wall.

As for the shooting angle, of course Allen will correct it.

The orcs who have undergone military training already have qualified discipline, listen to commands, and move their bodies first without moving their minds.

However, this shooting angle is only a rough correction. 200 people had his correction, and the bullet still had unavoidable deviations, and only 45 people were shot.

Except for Allen's bullet that directly hit the head, everyone else hit the enemy's breastplate.

"All listen to the order, the first four rows of muskets squat down to load and wait for orders, the rear four rows return to zero firing angles, take a preview of the city gate, lift two centimeters slightly, and wait for my command to fire!"

Allen spoke again, and the musketeers behind him clattered and adjusted their firing angles.

Two centimeters is just a suggested value, and the barrels of each gun are slightly different. The soldiers followed Allen's suggestion and roughly previewed according to the feel.

"The gunner is ready at an angle of 25 degrees, three two one, launch!"

Allen didn't hold back, and the cavalry charged, the most feared thing was the lack of numbers.

Once the number of cavalry is large enough, it will definitely overwhelm Allen's musket phalanx.

They only have 400 people. The first four rows are changing bombs, and the last four rows are waiting for the best effective distance. Now the only weapon that can cause a devastating blow to the cavalry is the artillery!

The gunner has been waiting for a long time. In the first ten minutes, at Allen's suggestion, he lowered the front angle and manipulated the artillery to shoot through the city gate. His blood was already boiling.

"Cavalrymen, feel what the wrath of the artillery is, haha!" Some lion artillerymen laughed, showing no sympathy for the lion tribe.

Sweet was a slave lion soldier under the slave merchant before, and he hated the lion clan very much.

Allen gave him a job opportunity, gave him white rice porridge, and later gave him the status of an artilleryman. Sweet was so moved that he could not reciprocate with words. He could only use the cannon under his crotch to let the enemy learn the lesson of blood and tears.

He jerked the lead rope, the buttocks of the rear-mounted cannon trembled, the muzzle flashed, and the black round shadow disappeared in a flash.

Because of the recoil force of the firing, the cannon moves in unison as a whole, and tends to retreat.

The two artillerymen had already stepped on the pedals and pressed the cannon tightly, and the tow handle of the cannon was also placed on the ground to increase friction, so that the wheels of the cannon did not move backward.

In addition, the current breech-loading cannon has been slightly improved. After being improved by the blacksmith, the breech-loading cannon has a mechanical transmission reset device. After the cannon is fired, the machine is linked, and the upturned cannon buttocks are automatically reset, which is convenient for the soldiers to reload the shells.

Sweet's ears trembled slightly, which was a side effect of the roar of the cannon. Sometimes it is a sin to have too sensitive ears.

It wasn't him, all the cat-eared orcs who were close to the cannon felt that their eardrums were swollen and buzzing.

But at this time, Ivan had no time to worry about his ears. Ivan from the military department looked straight ahead, watched the four shells with fanatical eyes, and flew straight forward with an unparalleled speed.

Due to the short distance, the target of the shot was ground cavalry, and the artillery shells were pressed very low. At this time, no attention was paid to the arc, and a simple straight-line strike was enough to destroy everything along the way.

The heavy cavalry rushing to the front row heard the sound of thundering cannons, guessed that it was a cannon shot, and immediately hugged their horses tightly, praying that the heavy horses could withstand the shells.

The lion's ear of the light cavalry behind him moved slightly, and he saw the simple and violent death process from the side.

Boom!

Four shells hit four heavy cavalry head-on, and then the cavalry was like paper, the steel armor was twisted and deformed, and it burst directly, and the horse let out the loudest wailing in its life.

Bloody flesh, bones and blood splattered!

The plate armor knight riding on the heavy horse was bounced off, and the unlucky man had one leg rubbed by the shell, and the thigh was crushed and deformed together with the plate armor, and was deeply sunken.

Some people's entire legs were missing and blood flowed out.

The shells continued unabated and hit the second and third rows of heavy cavalry. The heavy armor on the horses still couldn't give them much protection, and they burst into fragments of steel plates.

Bang bang bang!
The shells pierced through three rows of heavy cavalry in a devastating manner, and then continuously blasted through five cavalry in a tight formation. After that, the shells hit the ground, smashing a deep black pit.

There was a loud noise, and the kinetic energy on the cannon hadn't been exhausted, and it rolled all the way, knocking three or four light cavalry into the air along the way.

The cavalry in the back stood up, pulled hard with all their strength, changed the direction of the horse, and passed the rolling shells, and escaped the catastrophe.

"Too, too scary!"

The hussars who did not die were beating drums in their hearts, wanting to be deserters.

"Come on, charge me, and kill those who retreat!" City Lord Murphy roared, leading the horse, and the bust was covered with blood.

Just now, the iron ball brushed by, smashing his guard to death.

Murphy was extremely annoyed, startled and angry, his left hand holding the rein was shaking.

But he couldn't retreat, he had already run out of the city gate, so there was no way he could retreat.

"Hold on for another five seconds, hold on for another five seconds and our striker will be able to rush into their formation!"

"They are all unarmored orcs, one knife at a time, what the hell are you afraid of, separate formations for me, loosen up, don't hug each other closely!"

Murphy killed five deserters in a row before the orcs suppressed their inner panic.

Grit your teeth and charge!
Just now, the heavy cavalry rushed to the city gate together, and the formation was very tight, which just gave the four artillery pieces a chance to kill on a large scale, but now it is different. The cavalry took the opportunity to rush out of the city gate and spread out to reduce secondary damage.

The heavy cavalry in the front row is still there, they only lost more than [-] people, and the main force is still there, so there is no big problem.

It was also at this time that Murphy felt a shudder in his heart for no reason.

Ever since he awakened his own talent, he rarely felt a sense of crisis. It was usually the survival instinct that emerged during life-and-death battles, telling him that he was about to die.

He turned his head suddenly and found that the source of danger was in the group of green uniforms.

It was a human in a straight green military uniform, tall and handsome, with no furry animal ears on his head, very conspicuous.

At this moment, Allen was squinting his left eye, his face was close to the barrel of the gun, and he was looking at people with his right eye.

Murphy happened to meet Alan's eyes, and the unprecedented sense of crisis made him feel chills all over his body.

In the next second, Allen pressed the trigger, and the [-]mm justice caliber burst into flames.

(End of this chapter)