book of old days

Chapter 51
Those enemies are obviously Nords. They have thick beards, wear leather armor, chain mail, or fur robes, and hold large round shields, battle axes, long swords, and bows and arrows, as if they were from the University of Sword Castle. It is the same as the illustrations in the historical publications.

Sean suddenly realized that he was wearing the military uniform of the ancient Bretons. All this reminded him of the story he heard during the day. Could it be that what he was witnessing was the Oak Valley Battle? The historical picture of the massacre?

A shout came from a distance, indistinct, and the soldiers quickly lined up to form a front. Sean was caught in it, feeling like a screw on a machine, turning involuntarily.

He recognized this formation, a very classic line-up shooting tactic, using troops from the flintlock era to fight the Nords who were still in the tribal era, and he could almost imagine what would happen next.

He saw the dense oak forest in front of him, and the densely packed enemies in the forest. From his perspective, the faces of those Nords looked like ghosts. Sean knew that it should be caused by the distortion effect of memory. Human memory is very easy. Being deceived, unable to record accurate facts, everything is the function of the brain.

The enemy began to stand in front of them, roaring and roaring, sometimes shouting and rushing out of the woods, sometimes retreating quickly, like the bluff of wolves before hunting.

However, the Breton army stood still, and the soldiers were expressionless, unaffected in the slightest.

Seeing that the tactics didn't work, some Nord archers couldn't help breaking away from the team. They rushed to a distance of more than 100 meters and shot sporadic arrows in this direction.

The range of the bow and arrow is still farther than that of the early muskets, especially in the case of lobbing, the musketeers did not fire, so more and more archers rushed up, and they shot arrows from a distance, Some fell in front of the position, and some fell into the line. From time to time, soldiers were shot by arrows and made shrill screams, but most were silent.

"The hunters come out!" The command voice came from behind again.

Sean found himself moving. The person he read from the memory was obviously a hunter. He quickly rushed out of the formation and squatted down in a position with a wide view, aiming the muzzle of the gun at a target.

His musket appeared to be custom-made, with an unusually long barrel and no slot for a bayonet.

Concentrate—quietly—fire, several actions were done in one go, and the moment the gunshot sounded, a figure holding a longbow fell down in response.

Good marksmanship!Sean couldn't help but secretly praised, being able to use this primitive flintlock gun to hit a target [-] meters away, this marksmanship is absolutely amazing.

The owner of the memory didn't seem to be too excited, he skillfully loaded the bullet, filled it with gunpowder, and then shot a precise blow.

boom!Another Nord fell.

Sean felt the feeling of the man shooting with his heart, as if he was shooting himself. He could feel the man's full confidence, the joy of hitting the target from a hundred steps away, the feeling of overwhelming the enemy. The comfort of playing with life in the palm of your hand.

An arrow flew towards him, he leaned his body, and dodged it lightly.

Compared with the bullets that come and go without a trace, the flying speed of the bow and arrow is too slow. If it is a dense arrow rain or a short-range shooting, there may be no way to avoid it, but the sporadic harassing shooting in front of you is far away. It's so far away that it's easy to avoid ahead of time.

boom!Another Nord fell down, and Sean could feel the musketeer's calm state of mind, as if he was not fighting, but doing routine work.

Another arrow flew towards him, obviously crooked, but he still symbolically turned his body sideways, and then fired a shot.

After a few rounds of shooting, the Nords were obviously more dead and injured than others. They could continue to fight after being hit by arrows, and those who were shot fell down almost without exception.

At this moment, there was a burst of cheers from the Nord camp. It seemed that something exciting had happened. Sean saw a big man with a height of more than two meters appear in the crowd. That man seemed to be a big man , wearing a double-winged helmet, holding a battle ax in each hand, the battle roar is still deafening more than 100 meters away.

The man swung his tomahawk, and the Nord warriors immediately charged.

Hundreds of soldiers rushed over like a tide. It was the first time for Sean to face such a scene, and he couldn't help being deeply shocked. Before he had time to be afraid, another command sounded from behind him.

"Attach the bayonet, the privates move forward!" The rows of musketeers walked over Sean and moved forward in neat steps.

Sean didn't move, he hid behind the private line and continued to hunt and kill the enemy.

The battle quickly started at close range. The musketeers fired a burst of guns, and the charging Nords fell like wheat. However, the firepower of this era is destined to be unable to solve the battle at a long distance. After paying heavy casualties, The two lines finally collided.

The Breton soldiers in black, and the Nord warriors wielding battle axes and long swords, were fighting each other, shouting, and the crowd gradually blurred together. They were like villains in a shadow play, and they couldn't see clearly. Appearance, can only be distinguished by color.

Suddenly, a gap was opened in the scorched battle line. The two-meter-tall Nord giant led a group of Nord warriors to break through the line. They didn't stop, and rushed towards Xiao En directly.

"The hunters intercepted and shot, the reserve team stepped forward!" He heard the voice that had been giving orders coming from behind, as if it was close at hand.

Sean was very curious about who that person was, but unfortunately this person did not turn around, but faithfully carried out the order.

He aimed his gun at the Nord giant.

boom!The gunshot rang out, but the man didn't fall down, but got closer and closer. After a burst of gunfire, seven or eight Nords fell down, but the giant was still charging.

The bullets became more and more dense, and the giant was obviously shot, and the golden scales on his body sputtered sparks from time to time, but none of the bullets could penetrate his defense, as if a god descended from the earth, he was invulnerable.

Sean could clearly feel the panic and nervousness of the hunter, and the sense of pressure that was getting closer made his movements a little at a loss.

Raise your gun, shoot—bang!

This time the bullet was right between the eyebrows, and this precise blow must have been fatal, because there was no protection from the helmet, and Sean could almost feel the joy in the hunter's heart, but the giant still didn't stop, he had already rushed to the In front of Xiao En, he swept the battle ax in his hand without looking at it.

Xiao En's vision suddenly flew up, spinning in the air, he saw the giant's golden pupils, the same color as the sun, and saw him rushing towards the army behind him with the remaining Nord warriors In the process, he saw a white army horse, and the knight on it seemed to be the one giving orders... Then he fell into the darkness.

"Damn it!"

Sean screamed, and suddenly escaped from his memory. His body still maintained the inertia of being chopped off by an axe, he staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground with his buttocks.

He touched his head with his hands, and then his neck, heaving a sigh of relief.

Well, that's just a memory.

At this time, he was no longer on the battlefield, and returned to the open field full of twilight grass, surrounded by darkness, there was no sound of killing, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves.

The previous memory quickly blurred and dissipated, leaving only the terrifying picture of the head being chopped off with an axe.

He suddenly remembered something, walked not far away and picked up the shotgun on the ground. He can only say that he is good at using the shotgun, not very clever.

However, holding the shotgun in his hand at this time, his feeling has completely changed. He is like a sharpshooter who has been trained for more than ten years. The shotgun in his hand seems to have become a part of his body.

Pulling the bolt and reloading a bullet, Sean aimed at the torch in the distance. For a moment, the subtle feeling in that memory resurfaced in his mind. Sean pulled the trigger decisively, and a torch in the distance went out.

(End of this chapter)