On the Seven Towers

Wang Zifeng held a long sword in one hand and a shield in the other, looking at the opposite wall with a serious expression. There were three soldiers beside him who were also on full alert.

Very close behind him, six artillerymen and several guards who joined later were operating four pneumatic cannons nervously, bombarding the opposite wall and battlements. Two of the original artillerymen had already fallen, one sacrificed and the other seriously injured.

Among the baron's guards, there were two archers with low-level fighting spirit, who were extremely difficult to deal with. They kept moving on the roof and behind the wall, and would suddenly shoot two arrows at the gun position. The two previous gunners and several guards who fired behind the bunker were killed and injured by these two people.

Wang Xiaofeng led several low-level warriors to block the gunners with shields. With their eyesight and reaction ability, they could sometimes block the arrows. But the gunners were still dangerous. It was undoubtedly much easier to shoot a person in the dark than to block a flying arrow.

He ordered two attack teams to focus on the two men, and as soon as they showed their heads, they would be bombarded with bullets, so that they could be suppressed.

The artillery was in a mess in the first actual combat. After firing three or four rounds, they began to hit the gate of the wall. Although the gate of the wall has been blown open, the enemies hiding behind the battlements have not been killed, and the main gate of the Earl's Castle has not been blown open.

"Cannon No. 1 will switch to scattershot and attack the soldiers on the roof. Cannon No. 2 will attack the catapult on the second floor platform. I saw several guards operating it. No. 3, No. 4 continue to blow open the main gate of the castle." Wang Zifeng ordered.

Before the No. 2 cannon was adjusted to its position, the opponent's catapult began to move backwards. A stone bullet whistled into a house on the edge of the square, leaving a hole in the roof. Miserable cries came from the house.

Wang Zifeng frowned and shouted, "Everyone, hurry up! If we are still defeated by the catapult with our cannons, we'd better buy a piece of tofu and die."

The second cannon fired again and missed the platform on the second floor, but hit the corner of the top floor, knocking off the head of a guard. The two gunners adjusted their positions again and fired another shot, finally grazing a corner of the catapult, but did not break it up.

"Switch to explosive bombs." Wang Zifeng said.

The loader picked up a cannonball inlaid with crystal stones and carefully loaded it into the barrel.

Another shot was fired, and a fireball exploded on the second floor platform, engulfing the half-prepared catapult. Wang Zifeng saw from a distance that several guards with flames all over their bodies were blown away by this shot.

At this time, the shotgun of the first cannon also showed its power. After firing two solid bullets to calibrate the position, it missed two more shotguns. Finally, one shotgun hit the top floor, and the steel balls plowed through the roof. Several guards fell down from the building with blood all over their bodies.

"Well done!" Cheers rang out from all around.

Wang Zifeng said to the gunner of the No. 1 gun: "Fire two more shotgun shells, then switch back to solid bullets and continue to smash the door! This door will flash, there must be a magic circle. But I want to see which is more powerful, the magic or the cannon!"

At the observation position on the roof, a guard shouted: "Deputy platoon leader, there is movement over there! Those two guys who are good at fighting seem to be rushing over."

Wang Zifeng looked and saw that the two men really jumped down from the castle like monkeys, bursting out their whole body of fighting spirit, and rushed over here very quickly.

Gunshots rang out in the houses on both sides, but the two men were too fast and it was extremely difficult for people to aim at them. In the blink of an eye, they ran half the distance.

"Everyone concentrate fire on the left, and leave the one on the right to me!" Wang Zifeng turned his head and looked at the soldiers around him, "Get ready to follow me! Don't let him get close to the gun position!"

The method of concentrated fire was indeed effective. The man on the left was shot in the leg, his feet softened, and his body stopped immediately. This gave the soldiers a chance to aim, and bullets were fired all over his body. After a few seconds, he became a corpse.

On Wang Zifeng's side, his long sword had already collided with the enemy on the right. Although Wang Zifeng had three comrades who were also low-level warriors. But the other person was more skilled, close to the middle level, and his body movements were tricky and his swordsmanship was sophisticated. It was the first time for Wang Zifeng and his men to fight with such a strong enemy. Under the tension, they forgot their usual training.

They tried to keep a distance from the other side to give the shooter a chance to shoot. But the other side had already discovered their thoughts, constantly changing positions, and keeping a distance from them. Within a few moves, a soldier was cut in the neck because he retreated to the corner and had nowhere to hide, and Wang Zifeng's left arm was also cut by a sword.

"This won't work. Upstairs, you must find a chance to shoot." Wang Zifeng said.

"Can't shoot! You are too fast and too close!" said a soldier holding an air rifle in the window on the second floor. As he was talking, another soldier was stabbed in the thigh and had to retreat to the side.

The situation had become two-on-one, and after a few dangerous moves, Wang Zifeng suddenly realized that the more they wanted to distance themselves from the enemy, the more room the enemy had to use their fighting skills. The more they wanted to escape from his range of moves, the more passive they would be.

The bravest will win when they meet on a narrow road, let's fight!

"Xu Tianle, I'm going to pounce on him! You look for a good opportunity!" Wang Zifeng roared. He took advantage of the opponent's sword to slash Xiao Xu back, revealing a tiny gap, and threw his shield fiercely, followed by the sword in his hand. While the opponent was dodging the shield and sword and losing his pace, he rushed forward with all his strength and crashed into the opponent's arms.

The enemy was a little dazed by the sudden close-range attack. He wanted to stab Wang Zifeng with his sword, but Wang Xiaofeng grabbed his arm. The halo of fighting spirit flickered on both sides, and the two stumbled and fought with scattered steps.

"Still can't aim! Xiao Xu, use the sword!" The gunman upstairs shouted.

Xu Tianle tried to chop the enemy with his sword several times, but the two turned too fast and almost hurt Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and threw himself to the side, falling to the ground and taking the other party with him. When he fell to the ground, the enemy had no room to move. He wanted to get up and run away, but Wang Xiaofeng grabbed his wrist. As the two pulled, Xiao Xu saw the opportunity and stabbed the other party in the back of the neck with a sword.

Blood flowed out of the enemy's mouth, the fighting spirit light on his body began to dissipate, and finally fell down.

Wang Xiaofeng pushed the corpse away with the help of Xu Tianle and climbed out. Although he was not injured, he was trembling slightly, not knowing whether he was nervous or excited. He looked at his hands, his fingers were stiffly bent, and they hurt because he had used too much force.

He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, suppressing all the messy emotions in his heart. He opened his eyes again and looked at the people around him and shouted: "Why are you standing there? Keep attacking, smash this castle, and avenge Xiao Zhang and the others!"