our family is gone

"boom!"

As the gunshots rang out, another running cultist threw his head back and fell straight down.

Barrett didn't even bother to look, he knew the result the moment he pulled the trigger, instead he scratched the handguard with his nails and murmured.

"No. 30 five."

Then he picked up the fixed ammunition from the side and reloaded it quickly, his eyes kept scanning the front, picking the next target.

It can only be said that he was born to eat this bowl of rice. The gun looks completely different in his hands than in the hands of others. He is so obedient that he points and shoots like a part of his own body.

Others will aim at the body even if they are sure, but he likes to aim at the head.

When someone asked him, he always answered casually, "You can kill it with one shot, why waste ammo?"

This is not bragging, but a record made with the head of a cultist, and every shot has been fired without missing a bullet, but at the age of 15, the outpost won the title of "Sharpshooter Barrett".

Barrett's eyes swept across the front outside, and as far as he could see, there were already many dead bodies of cultists.

Before, there were always some reckless cultists coming over, and after trying to charge a wave, they often left their bodies and retreated, but this time they still rushed up continuously, which made him feel a little strange.

And they all scattered and approached to avoid the muskets, but finally gathered at one point, it looked like they were dying, what were they doing?
But they are on the wall, and dealing with these cultists who have no siege equipment is like swatting flies.

While annoying, it's not really threatening.

His side is not the main attack direction of the cultists, only scattered ones are approaching, so the main force is over there, and sharpshooters like him are arranged here for roll call.

"I can play with you all day~"

When the loading was complete, he found his next target. When he was raising the gun, there was suddenly an exaggerated movement from the other side, a dull but shocking roar, followed by a violent vibration of the entire wall.

what happened?

He thought it was the cultists who found the siege equipment, but the siege equipment taught in class should be very large, and it shouldn't have such an exaggerated power...

Before he could react from the shock, he saw the cultists outside who were still scattered just now rushing over there like chicken blood.

Seeing this, Barrett didn't care about anything else, he picked up the guy and headed over there for support.

But when he ran a few steps, he froze in place. Only then did he see that section of the brick wall collapse directly, and the rising smoke and dust covered the sky and covered the ground.

But you can still see that many people were buried inside, the blood-stained bricks and stones, you don't need to think about it, you know that many comrades-in-arms are buried inside.

Now Barrett figured it out, those gathered cultists were the bait, attracting most of the soldiers to this position.

But how did they bring down the city wall?

At this time, those cultists were rushing up across the pile of rubble, and he didn't care about other things, so he raised his hand and raised his gun to aim and shoot in one go.

"36."

The cultist who ran the fastest was rushing out of the smoke and dust cover with ecstasy on his face, but in the next second he fell directly on his head and fell unresponsive.

But no one cared about it at all, death didn't make them feel scared, more and more cultists rushed up through the cover of smoke and dust.

On the contrary, some of those soldiers were buried by the collapsed brick wall, and some fell from a high place, causing various situations and failing to organize defense in the first place.

A soldier was lucky, the wall didn't hit him when the wall collapsed, but falling from a height of four or five meters directly caused him to fall into a dizziness.

When he recovered a little bit of consciousness, he saw a grinning cultist rushing towards him.

"No!"

Just as he was about to flee in a hurry, a figure rushed out from behind to block him, and a charge shield knocked the cultist away.

"Get out of here!"

Barristan let out a roar, and at the same time swung his Morning Star Hammer and smashed it on the head of the cultist on the other side, denting his entire face.

A guy wanted to wield a tattered weapon, but he was blocked by a shield, and he hit his head with a heavy hammer with his backhand. The power was as strong as watching an Indian movie, and his feet were lifted off the ground. It took a second or two to fall.

Seeing him lying on the ground with his head tilted to one side, his neck must have been broken.

Barristan's brave posture proves that this body has not been repelled by aging. On the contrary, he has accumulated countless battle experience and is now more difficult to deal with than his young recklessness.

There is more than one cultist...

But also Hamlet will not give up his companions!
"Stand up brother." A soldier who came to support stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

And the man's consciousness gradually came to his senses. Seeing the back of his companion moving forward, he felt an inexplicable force in his heart, grabbed the spear and followed.

"The brothers need me, I can't go down yet."

The other reinforcements also came up. There are still some spearmen who haven't had time to change their outfits. This will be the key to defending the collapsed line of defense.

And some musketeers also rushed over. The bayonet replacement was not just adding a knife, but matching the new muskets, so these were not equipped with bayonets, but they were not afraid of close combat with the cultists.

Raise your hand with a loaded gun to shoot, then put down the musket and pick up the spear to change jobs on the spot. There are a lot of these simple weapons here.

They are musketeers, but it doesn't mean that they are weak in melee combat. On the contrary, they are stationed here every day except for eating and sleeping.

Firearms training consumes ammunition and cannot be done every day, not to mention that the lord stipulates that all soldiers must ensure physical fitness and melee capabilities, so the use of melee weapons takes up a large part of their training time.

Barristan pushed the cultist away with a shield, and finally killed him in the ruins.

He is no longer as reckless as he was when he was young. He calmly realizes that in order to fight against those cultists, he must unite and not fall into chaos.

Order is their weapon!
Immediately raised the morning star hammer and shouted.

"Brothers follow me to regroup!"

The figure standing on a high place was seen by most people, and those soldiers deliberately moved closer to him, and those cultists were also aware of his existence and wanted to kill the commander.

But Barristan was nailed to the spot by those heretics like a rock facing the waves.

Under the leadership of Barristan, Hamlet's soldiers were equally determined and never retreated.

The battle line seems to be steady?
But these are just appetizers. After a wave of soldiers are exhausted, those strong elites who wear hoods and hold iron claws will appear on the stage.

Death is brewing even greater surprises. The death and flesh and blood of the battle on the front line will undoubtedly make them stronger. If Barristan hadn't reorganized the formation first, they might be shot through, but at this time they are also facing danger.

"Damn blasphemer!"

Junia, who was fully armed and holding the scriptures, appeared. With a shout, a ray of holy light directly tore through the smoke and dust, and the strong holy power poured in and fixed a cultist in place.

It was only when she picked up the saint torch made of steel that she realized why nuns were called "God's daughters"!
And faster than her was Geralt. The cultist was beheaded before he could react under the steel sword swing, showing the strength of the master witcher to the fullest.

It is not surprising that Barristan also appeared at the outpost, because he has always asked himself to fight at the forefront. If there are no missions in Hamlet, this is the only place where he can often have the opportunity to fight the cultists.

Barristan is normal here, this is his battleground.

But Geralt and Junia are also a little strange, after all, the two of them should be in the town now.

And because Lance left the town, the cultists attacked more frequently, and because of the importance of the outpost, several leaders of the army discussed and transferred Geralt and Junia over in the form of missions. Help guard.

But now it has been proved that their prudence has played a role. The appearance of the two immediately hit the arrogance of the cultists, interrupted their offensive (mainly Geralt), and bought more time for the team to form.

"39." Barrett was not as casual as before, and his young face was full of dignity.

Quick reload!
Skillful reloading action can make him faster than other gunners, and he can achieve three or even four rounds a minute.

But it wasn't enough, and the cultists kept coming through the gap.

For the first time, Barrett felt his own powerlessness. If he had a gun that could save the reloading step, he would be able to kill more enemies and save more comrades in arms.

"Die them all!"

Suddenly a strange cry sounded, and then an explosion occurred among the gathered heretics.

Those splashed iron pieces shot into their bodies and caused bloody flesh. Even if their recovery ability is very strong, these traumas can't kill them, but they can't stop the explosion that happened at close range. They will either be knocked down by the shock wave or stunned. Some unlucky ones bled from their mouths and noses at the center of the explosion and died directly.

And this was just the beginning, when explosions occurred one after another at the fracture, the gathered cultists became the best targets, and the gap became a place of death, directly stopping the attacks of those cultists.

And Barrett soon found out who made these explosions, because that person was on the other side of the broken wall.

The man was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with strong limbs and dark skin like that of a working people. He was not tall or even a little short, which made him look a bit inconspicuous, but his appearance was a bit strange.

With a torch in one hand and a bomb in the other, there is a basket beside him, but there are bombs in it.

This guy actually carried the bomb from the armory on his back. No wonder he just appeared now, but he just avoided the collapse of the high wall.

"It's that kid Sobre!"

"here you go!"

"..."

Some musketeers from other places also came here to support through the high wall like Barrett, and everyone recognized the man when they heard it.

Barrett also knew this person, because he was also quite famous in the army.

I heard that he is an aborigine. He used to be a serf for generations before he became a soldier. He grazed sheep for the farmer from a young age. Where to hit.

Later, when the lord came, the master disappeared, and he joined the army, but he never showed any special talent, as an ordinary spearman.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there were few people in the town when the first batch of conscripts were recruited, his height might not have been selected.

It wasn't until after the bomb came out that his unique skill was finally able to be displayed.

His name is now included in the throwing training records, both in terms of throwing distance and precision.

And after coming to the outpost, he also relied on this unique skill to blow up many cult members, and earned the name of "Bomb Boy Sobrey".

Now standing on the edge of the broken wall and looking down, there is a gap below, and he has used his ability to the extreme. The damage caused by one person is enough to make those cultists confused.

"Oh!"

Another bomb was accurately locked on the cultists and exploded, but the surrounding area was exploded, but none of them were affected.

Although Barrett was observing the opposite side, he never stopped loading the bullet. He was about to shoot, but the peripheral vision made him realize that something was wrong.

Is that cultist all right?
Because the lord said that the sharpshooter is to kill the enemy's high-value targets in order to exert his own value.

So he has been habitually picking targets that look stronger, which is a very good choice among cultists, those who are particularly strong will do, and those who wear those helmets.

It's just that this time the enemy was only wrapped in a black robe, but he was able to resist bombs, and even rushed towards the defense line.

"Don't let him get close!" Barrett suddenly became vigilant, locked on the target and pulled the trigger in an instant.

The gunfire roared, and the bullets whizzed away.

If it was an ordinary cultist, he would have reported the number, but this strange guy made him a little uneasy. He was loading in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on that person.

Even if it was a moving target, it was not a problem for him, the bullet shot precisely under the hood of the black robe.

The kinetic energy carried by the bullet made the guy stop, but he didn't fall down directly, but stood with his head tilted.

This weird situation exacerbated Barrett's uneasiness even more. He wanted to call out to remind his comrades below, but the scene was so chaotic that no one noticed his words.

Sure enough, after two or three seconds, a monster broke free from the black robe.

Thick purple-black blood vessels extending from the heart are like tentacles, and the body suddenly swells to a height of two meters, and strange things emerge from the alienation of the limbs.

In particular, there is a tumor on the head, the surface looks like melted flesh and blood, but there are many protrusions, and in the next second, black eyes burst out one by one, one of which is particularly large.

Barrett instantly recognized the tumor as where he was aiming, and those black eyeballs seemed to be looking at him.

What kind of monster is this? (end of this chapter)