our family is gone

Once the musketeers fall into the rhythm of shooting, it is basically difficult to be distracted from commanding, so the captain of the team is generally served by spearmen, and they must also be the most courageous and able to stand in front.

It can be seen from the title of the musketeer that it is obvious that the soldier who saved the siblings is the captain of the third team.

"how is the situation?"

"Most of the people have already evacuated, and others are gathering here." The musketeer said while loading ammunition,
In the situation just now, those white wolves dispersed to attack, and their three teams could only be forced to disperse, but this did not affect the fighting ability of these soldiers at all. After killing a few wolves, the remaining white wolves stopped charging forward. Instead, they waited for Wolf Warriors to keep up.

"But those savages may not be so easy to deal with."

As he spoke, the musketeer couldn't help but looked worriedly at the barbarians rushing over, and the musket in his hand was firmly held in his hand after reloading.

"You send these two children back, and my brothers and I will cover you."

The captain observed for a while and made a judgment. He had to buy more time. It was just the beginning, and the real enemy hadn't come yet.

"Why, Captain, you take them back, I'll stop them..."

"Your broken gun is useless if you shoot it." The captain laughed and teased before he finished speaking, raised his hand and raised his spear to signal, "If you really want to fight, it depends on my gun."

"No, I want to stay."

"This is an order." The captain didn't explain too much, but handed the seriously injured boy over and said: "He's a good guy, we must save him."

"Captain~ let me stay."

"Execute the order!" The captain yelled, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now."

"Yes!" The musketeer had no choice but to put the musket on his back, picked up the boy and turned to leave.

Looking at the leaving figure, the captain let out a sigh of relief.

Although he is the captain, he is only 16 years old, but he has experienced a lot of battles, and he can probably see the strength represented by the barbarian whose stature exceeds ordinary people.

Others can go, but they can't, it's their job to protect the farm, they can't shame the lord.

But that kid has the best talent, and he must reserve one seed for the three teams.

"gather!"

The captain raised his spear high and roared, his face was a bit ferocious.

I would rather die in battle than take a step back!
This is the creed of all spearmen, because behind it are teammates, family members, and Hamlet!
Soon the remaining eight soldiers gathered and saw that the condition of those people was not as relaxed as the musketeer said, some of them were scratched, and the most serious one was another musketeer in the team, who was bitten on his left arm Might not even be able to hold a gun.

These are just a few mad dogs...

"I was determined to stop them to buy more time for everyone, but it was dangerous."

"Captain, stop talking nonsense, we're afraid they won't succeed!"

"The lord trains us not to send us to death. Our task is to drag them down, attract their attention, and buy time for ordinary people instead of blindly fighting." The captain calmly looked at the wolf rushing here. , "Even if the musketeer shoots closer, he must find a way to injure the tallest enemy."

"It's so big that I can shoot it with my eyes closed." The third musketeer in the team raised his musket and aimed at the wolf in the distance.

The one with the injured left arm seemed a bit disappointed. At that time, the first shot missed, and he was bitten by a wolf on the arm in order to save a person. He even felt that his bones were about to break.

In some cases, the musket was a piece of scrap metal when it was not loaded, and finally took out the knife and killed the wolf.

He is not afraid of being injured, but it is unacceptable to be forced out of the army because of this.

Even if the current flintlock guns use fixed-loaded ammunition, if they want to exert their power, they must fight in groups, and use quantity to make up for the shortcomings. As long as they form a barrage, even if 80.00% of them are empty, as long as the remaining 20.00% hits, they can still kill dead enemy.

Therefore, most of the musketeers were arranged in the north to target those cultists. The ratio was about [-]% to [-]%, [-]% were spearmen, and [-]% were musketeers.

But here it is reversed. A ten-man team is only equipped with three musketeers, and their skills must be relatively reliable. A humanoid target of fifty yards must have a hit rate of 50.00%. That's right, ten rounds can Five hits is already good, even if you shoot the head but hit the foot.

Because group combat starts shooting at 150 yards, which is the effective range of this flintlock gun currently equipped. Generally, in the extreme state, two to three shots can be fired before the enemy approaches, depending on the individual state of the soldier.

Braving this amount of barrage to rush up, the only ones who are still alive are those cultists who have the power of flesh and blood.

And single-person accurate shooting must be within fifty yards. Beyond this distance, it really depends on luck.

"The enemy is coming, hurry up!"

The captain noticed the approaching wolf and immediately moved over to stop them.

"Put the gun on my shoulder and I'm your hand."

Just when he was thinking wildly, the captain noticed the strangeness of the musketeer, and patted himself on the shoulder to comfort him.

Hearing this, the musketeer also understood something, finished reloading with the help of his teammates, and then placed the musket on the captain's shoulder.

He must show his due strength.

aim……

Greendale knew that the wolf warriors would appear, but she never expected them to come so quickly.

As soon as she left the camp, she saw the enemy at the edge of the forest from a distance, and the attack started just as she expected.

Now she has some hesitation about whether rushing over to stop the Wolf Warriors will be effective. Should she choose a more conservative plan, that is, go back to the farm with Wangcai and use everyone's strength to stand firm and wait for reinforcements?

Until she saw those warriors going against the current, at this moment she seemed to see those clansmen rushing towards the Wolf Warriors in order to gain time for herself.

At this time, she knew that she must not stand idly by and drove there immediately.

Walking halfway, she suddenly seemed to feel something, it was the power of extraordinary awakening, which was a surprise to Hamlet, and immediately drove the carriage towards that side.

Then on the way, I met two people escorted by the musketeer.

When the two sides met, Grindel's eyes fell on the girl, and she paused for a while on the blood-red flower in her hand.

Perhaps because of the undisguised gaze, the little girl seemed a little timid.

The child may not know Grindel, but the musketeer immediately recognized who it was, one of the two instructors of the military medical course, and she made the potions now used.

Thinking of the captain's instructions, he quickly picked up the little boy.

"My lord, save this child!"

Grindel looked at the boy after hearing this, and guessed what was going on with just one glance.

"Put it in the car."

After a quick check, the wound on his chest stopped bleeding, but he was still unconscious. According to the research of the lord and the doctor, it should be an internal injury.

Even she is not very sure about this situation, it is more to see if she can survive it, but it is still possible to hang his life.

Grindale took out a bottle of potion from her pocket and poured it down for him without any intention of being stingy.

Only then did he look at the battlefield not far away, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Get in the car and go back."

As he said that, he jumped out of the carriage, raised his hand, and the deer bone mask appeared in his hand, while the other hand pulled out the antler staff from the void. It was obvious how the tribal heritage could not have a space type equipment.

The moment she got the two pieces of extraordinary equipment inherited from the Lushou tribe, her whole temperament changed a lot, as if she had merged into nature, so it was no wonder that she was able to climb the mountains by herself.

Nature's Favor - Force of Nature!
But at this time, something that no one expected happened, that Wangcai also jumped out of the carriage.

The effect of Grindel's potion has already taken effect. Although it looks a little embarrassed, it has actually woken up a long time ago.

Although the state is not the best, but it does not affect its action, with hatred on the wolf king in the distance...

The target of Wolf Warrior was not these soldiers at all, and he didn't even bother to care if these people ran away, but what surprised him was that these people didn't run away, but stood up instead.

This is a situation that has never happened in so many villages and towns in Tutu before.

But it doesn't matter, this kind of thing can kill them all at will.

It's just that when he approached the past and was about to start a killing spree, the war wolf suddenly became alert, and his eyes instantly fell on the two muskets erected.

He hurriedly raised his hand to lift the battle axe, using the wide ax head to block in front of him, and the other hand to protect his vitals, shrinking his body and tensing his muscles.

In the next second, two gunshots could be heard one after another, and the tomahawk in his hand felt a sense of blockage, as well as the trembling vibration, all of which meant that one shot was blocked.

But the more intense pain came from the thigh, which made Zhan Lang feel a little cold somewhere.

His action was naturally noticed by those soldiers.
"Hey~ I hit it!"

"Damn it! It almost exploded, just a little bit."

"I knew you kid could do it. Seeing him like that, the place to cover it next time will be different."

The remaining two musketeers of the three teams didn't talk nonsense, but quickly reloaded. They didn't know who shot the shot just now.

Because both of them aimed at the chest, but one was blocked by the face of the ax while the other shot down and hit the thigh.

It was not because of the severe pain that Zhan Lang was in a daze. To him, this kind of injury was almost like a broken skin. What surprised him was that he was actually injured?
┗|｀O′|┛哦~~
With a roar, the muscles on the wolf's body twitched, and the lead bullets that had been embedded in the thighs were squeezed out by him, and the vigorous hair could be seen exposed.

Extraordinary strength, boy.

The wolf god endowed him with a powerful physique, so as long as it wasn't an injury to a vital part, it wouldn't affect him much.

In fact, the one-eyed wolf king rushed out when the war wolf was shot, and the surrounding barbarian warriors would not just sit back and watch the leader get injured, and rush forward without waiting for the war wolf to make a move.

"Make a round formation and stick to the defense." The remaining people surrounded the two musketeers, and their spears looked like hedgehogs, but this hedgehog had a bit of hair loss, and the emptiness was visible to the naked eye.

Both sides were holding spears, and they would not be afraid of these guys at all if they were counted in numbers, but now one person has to face even more than two enemies.

The two musketeers were weak even if they hadn't finished reloading. Most of their armor had been put on the north side. Now, except for the squad leader who had a breastplate, they only had a piece of civilian clothes.

It cannot be dispersed, and the formation must be maintained, otherwise a face-to-face will be pierced.

"For Hamlet!"

The captain shouted, swung away the spear extended by the enemy, and poked it out with his backhand, but the enemy also reacted quickly and was blocked without any success.

The battle broke out almost as soon as the two sides came into contact. The array of nine soldiers surrounded by wolves was like a small boat in a storm, as if it would be swallowed by huge waves and buried in the bottom of the sea in the next second.

Or in other words, something happened, and a soldier was injured just by meeting him. The spear of the barbarian soldier pierced his body, and when it was drawn out, the blood splashed directly, and the white wolf who had been waiting for a long time also rushed over to bite him. Hold the man's leg.

The attacks between them are always matched with each other, and the hunting tactics of the wolf pack are fully displayed here.

What makes these soldiers feel desperate is that at this moment they are the prey.

Although they are ready to fight to the death, they are at a disadvantage both in terms of numbers and individual strength...

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded from far and near.

The barbarian warrior who just wanted to cooperate with the white wolf fell to the ground with his head tilted.

Such precision!
The captain realized that his face changed, and he looked around and saw the soldier standing with a gun, wasn't it the musketeer who just sent him back?
"Captain! Captain!"

Suddenly he noticed the fierce reaction of the musketeer, and suddenly woke up and turned around, only to see that tall figure had come in front of him.

Subconsciously, he held the spear in front of him to resist, but he felt an exaggerated force directly flying him up.

When the captain landed on the ground, he saw that the spear in his hand had been broken, and at the same time, there was a huge wide opening in the breastplate on his body, and blood had already seeped out.

This moment reveals a hint of death...

Look at the tall figure of the war wolf holding a battle ax standing in the battle formation, and those soldiers who were thrown out of formation around them.

It turned out that just one blow defeated the tenacious formation of the three teams, which was completely due to the absolute gap in strength.

And the wolf warrior didn't stop, the battle ax in his hand was raised high, and the ants in front of him were about to be terminated in the next second.

At the same time, those warriors and white wolves also wanted to enjoy the prey mercilessly.

But at this moment, there was a sharp and furious cry.

"war Wolf!"

The voice that wasn't the common language made War Wolf pause when he raised his battle axe. When he looked up, he saw only a figure wearing a mask. It was Grindel that he had been dreaming about day and night...