On the Seven Towers

"Move, move! Don't stay in one position, move forward!" Garriott urged the panicked cavalry behind him while staring at the Chinese manipulating the small cannon in the distance. When he saw the soldier responsible for loading the cannon had finished loading it again, he knew that the cannon was about to fire again.

"The captains of each team should lead their teams around the ice and regroup!" He shouted to the mid-level black guards.

"These explosive things have already threatened us. We must find a way to shoot down the next wave so that the teams behind have time to gather. If they are blown up like this, the team will be scattered." Garriott said to his two deputies.

"Stop the horse so I can try to shoot them." Miguel picked up a longbow from the saddle and put an arrow on it. And Sacheri began to cast a magic. Garriott himself reached his dragon claws to the ground and grabbed a handful of sand and stones.

Another wave of shells came. Miguel bent his bow and aimed at the cannonball flying high. He poured his fighting spirit into the arrow, and the arrowhead moved along the trajectory of the cannonball. When he felt that he had mastered the law of the cannonball's movement, he loosened his hand. The arrow wrapped in fighting spirit drew a white line and flew towards the cannonball. However, it seemed that he still missed the target a little. Just as the arrow was about to miss the cannonball, the fighting spirit outside the arrow suddenly exploded, directly detonating the two surrounding cannonballs. At this time, Miguel shot the second arrow, which also detonated another two cannonballs.

On the other side, Sacheri's magic was also ready. More than 20 white energy missiles rose from his hands. These missiles drew trajectories in the air, like wasps flying towards the enemy, and fiercely stabbed the cannonballs in the sky. The missiles controlled by Sacheri's spirit had an attack range that was not as good as bows and arrows, but they were more flexible and accurate. He used precise control to let each missile attack a shell, and more than half of the energy missiles finally hit the shells in the sky. One-third of the shells that were hit were directly detonated in the air, and the rest were deflected and could no longer fall to their location.

After the attack of the two, only seven or eight shells survived. At this time, Garriott waved his hand and threw the sand and stones in his hand like shotguns towards the last few shells. The green dragon blood gave him superior arm strength, and he threw those stones to a height of two or three hundred meters. The cone area covered by them enveloped four or five shells, and they were directly blown up in the air. Only one of the last few shells finally fell on the horse team behind Garriott. He kicked his feet, flew into the air, grabbed the tail of the shell, and threw it far away. The shell flew back and exploded four or five hundred meters in front of the Chinese position.

The counterattack of Garriott and his three men killed only two cavalrymen in two rounds of artillery shells, and gave their team a chance to regroup. The previous attack caused them to lose more than 20 people, but the core combat power was not damaged too much. Garriott was ready to quickly rush through the last distance of less than a kilometer.

Although Garriott was very satisfied with the interception just now, he knew that until now, they had only been passively beaten. Only when they rushed to the front of the Chinese formation could their strength be truly exerted. He asked Sacheri to continue to use missiles to block the attack of artillery shells. The others charged with all their strength. Sacheri's missile defense was very effective. Although the Chinese attacked several more rounds, the actual effect was not ideal. When the cavalry rushed into a distance of 500 meters, there were still nearly 120 people.

With Garriott's eyesight, he had clearly seen that only a few of the enemy's soldiers were holding swords, shields and spears, and most of them were holding a long weapon. Whether these soldiers were standing or kneeling, they pointed the long bar straight at them.

As their team broke through a certain position, he heard a command, followed by a crackling sound. Green dragon blood allows him to capture very fast and small objects. Just like now, he can see countless tiny metal particles spraying out from the front of those tubes, rushing towards him and his men like a blizzard in severe winter.

These tiny particles came too fast, and Garriott had no time to give any warning before they hit him and the people behind him. Even though Garriott was covered with dragon scales, he felt a pain, as if someone was stabbing him with a spear. Although this pain came and went quickly, the energy in it should not be underestimated. Garriott thought to himself that it was bad. What effect would it have on ordinary humans if something that even he felt painful hit them?

The screams behind him gave him the answer. When he turned around, he saw that many soldiers and horses were bursting with blood flowers. At a glance, at least a dozen people were knocked off their horses.

Even Miguel, who was not well prepared, covered his face with his hands, and a stream of blood oozed from his fingertips.

"My lord, this thing is still too powerful. What should I do?" Miguel asked.

"We have no way to retreat except to charge forward." Garriott chose to continue to move forward regardless of the casualties behind him.

The air rifles soon rang again, and more soldiers and horses fell to the ground in various strange postures as if they were stabbed by invisible swords while galloping.

Only two rounds of rifle shooting achieved an effect comparable to the previous mortar bombing.

Some cavalrymen in the rear team began to waver. This metal storm was completely invisible, like a ghost, suddenly taking a person's life in a sharp whistle.

A cavalryman began to turn his horse around and tried to escape. But before he completely turned around, a sharp arrow pierced his head and killed him on horseback. A black guard soldier at the rear shouted: "Those who run away will die in my hands first, keep moving!"

After killing three or four fleeing soldiers, the cavalrymen in the rear were rushed up again in a mess.

When Garriott's team approached 200 meters, a huge magic wave suddenly came from the Chinese formation. A dark purple ball of light was thrown in the middle of the cavalry, exploding a circular ripple that swept across all the cavalry.

Garriott only felt that there was a sticky force attached to his body, which slowed his movements. But the green dragon's bloodline has great resistance to magic. Garriott just activated his bloodline power and completely removed the sense of restraint all over his body.

But the horse under him did not have such ability. Like all other horses, its speed suddenly slowed down by half.