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Chapter 66 Sir! Times have changed!
  The Three Hundred Musketeers didn't hesitate at all. The moment Cheng Ying gave the order, they bit into the gunpowder bag, poured in the gunpowder, loaded it with special Mini bullets, and compacted it with a purge bar.

Of course, the specific movements are more complicated, with a total of seventeen steps. This is because the flintlock greatly simplifies the loading process, but after all, it is much easier to learn than the bow.

It takes nearly half a minute to reload once. During this period, both sides of the battle also stopped and unanimously chose to turn around and face this group of even stranger enemies.

The few people wearing clothes from the civilized world were also whispering to each other, as if they were discussing whether a rival had sent someone to trick them.

It's a pity that no one realizes that the muskets without soul power fluctuations are actually terrifying weapons with a killing range of one hundred meters. Even a soul master will explode his brains if he is hit in the head.

When Cheng Ying shouted: "Shoot!", both sides launched attacks in unison.

On the indigenous side, the soul masters led the ordinary soldiers, howling in an unknown language, charging at the front. They were invincible on the battlefield, and they were never afraid of ordinary people. Even if they were in a uniform military formation, they could tear them apart. Make an opening.

One man is worth a hundred, or even one man is worth a thousand men. In this world, it is a documentary description without any artistic touch. Before the arrival of Cheng Ying, this was an era when princes, generals and prime ministers were indeed capable.

But it's different now, because...

The gun went off!
  grown ups! Times have changed!
  The soul masters who bravely charged at the front released their soul rings one by one, showing off their power like proud roosters. The soul power on their bodies made the arrows pose little threat to them, and they charged fearlessly. Simply the best target.

boom!
  A neat gunshot rang out, and the bullets that could not see the trajectory left only stern bloody flowers. A soul master with four rings who was laughing wildly just now, because of the highest cultivation level, attracted the most hatred, was killed by five The bullets hit at the same time, and five blood flowers burst on the forehead, chest, abdomen, and thighs at the same time.

The head was completely blown away. From the front, it looked like just a few small holes, but from the back, it was a hole as big as a bowl. Due to the irregular shape of the Mini bullet, it would roll rapidly after hitting, causing more damage to the target's body. For severe secondary injuries, most of the kinetic energy provided by the gunpowder explosion will be released during this process, which is why the wound on the back is much larger than the caliber of the bullet.

The four-ringed soul master who was hit lost the breath of life before he even had time to scream. The skills of using soul skills honed in countless fights, and the power gained from the tragic deaths of several soul beasts, in front of the small lead bullets, Being so fragile is exactly what Cheng Ying once said in his second year of school, that all living beings are equal under the gun.

Most of this round of volleys from the first row were aimed at the soul masters. There were more than forty soul masters in total, and half of them were gone in an instant. The more than twenty corpses left their companions in shock.

Several soul masters holding soul guides raised their soul guides and shot at the musketeers. The range of the early soul guides was not as far as the muskets, but the huge impact still made several hit musketeers fall to the ground in pain.

Cheng Ying's heart suddenly tightened, but he forcibly resisted the urge to take action. At the same time, he also stopped the Ice Emperor and his disciples who were about to take action. Not to mention the few people who fell down were not dead, but they were really dead. So now Death is better than being wiped out on a more cruel battlefield later.

The few people who fell caused some confusion, but they were quickly suppressed by the platoon commanders. The people in the first row dragged the injured people away and retreated to the back row to reload. The musketeers in the second row finished loading. , raised his musket and launched another volley.

This time, the firepower was consciously aimed at the guys holding soul guides. At a distance of less than 70 meters, with more than a hundred guns pointed at them, it was difficult for even a Soul Emperor to run away.

boom!
  All the soul masters holding soul guides were wiped out at the same time. Due to the excessive concentration of firepower, each of them died miserably. The gunpowder Cheng Ying gave to the soldiers was definitely the best ratio that had been refined over time. There was no problem of insufficient power. The most unlucky one had been shot more than a dozen times, and he could hardly be seen as a human being. The large number of soul rings that were flashing just now were only a dozen or so here and there.

The second row retreated, and the third row raised their guns. The black muzzle was like a door to the netherworld, which finally caused the remaining soul masters to completely collapse, and they turned around and hid behind them desperately.

It's a pity that they realized it too late. Amidst the roaring gunfire, only one three-ring soul master used ordinary people as a shield and escaped with his life. The rest all died under this round of volley.

This horrific change also completely destroyed the will of this group of natives. The musketeers who have been trained for a long time can mechanically ignore the death of their companions, but this group of rabble cannot. When they are still fifty meters away from the musketeers, they are finally captured. A salvo fired by the reloaded first platoon turned into a complete rout.

Cheng Ying took the opportunity to order: "Everyone, fix your bayonets! Prepare to attack!"

As soon as the order came out, all the musketeers took off the three-edged bayonets from their waists and put them on the muzzles of their muskets. Chengying would not consider whether the three-edged bayonets were humane. In this world of the jungle, no one is qualified to say What humanity.

Three hundred people lined up in a neat queue and launched a charge, driving away the indigenous people who had only a hundred or so people left like ducks. In this kind of defeat, let alone a hundred indigenous people, even if there were a thousand, He also had to be chased by a mere three hundred people.

The only surviving soul master extinguished his soul ring, plucked out the feathers on his head that symbolized warriors, wiped off the paint on his face that only soul masters were qualified to smear, and was rolled and crawling. flight.

It's a pity that they were too chaotic and couldn't run fast at all. The musketeers' formation stretched on both wings and easily wrapped up the natives like pliers. They already had an advantage in numbers, but they were facing a group of rabble who had lost their courage. There was no need at all. One of the three is missing.

Every time the triangular military thorn stabs out, a fresh life is lost. Even Cheng Ying, who had expected this scene, felt his stomach churn. Fortunately, his cultivation level was high enough, and his expression was somewhat stiff on the surface. On the contrary, it looks like a disregard for life, and no flaws are exposed.

The ensuing battle has no beauty, it is a one-sided massacre. Chengying has no intention of leaving anyone alive. It is best not to be discovered by their arrival. Compared with the people who will die in what he is going to do in the future, What he saw in front of him was just to allow him to adapt to what a battlefield was.

Hun Zun, who pretended to be an ordinary person, was eventually discovered without any preferential treatment. He was greeted by five bayonets coming towards him. He fought back desperately and killed a musketeer, but was stabbed by four people behind him at the same time. Pierced through the chest, the encirclement was too small, and he died miserably under the gun without any room for action. Several people who killed this soul master in close combat completely changed their mental outlook, and no longer looked at the soul master. Have any fear.

[To be continued]

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