Our family is in decline

Once the musketeers fall into the shooting rhythm, it is basically difficult to distract themselves from the command, so the captain of the team is usually the spearman, and they must be the most courageous and able to stand in front.

It can be seen from the title of Musketeer that it is obvious that the soldier who saved the brothers and sisters is the captain of the third team.

"How is it going?"

"Most of the people have evacuated, and others are gathering here." The musketeer said while reloading ammunition.

In the situation just now, the white wolves dispersed to attack, and the three teams were forced to disperse, but this did not affect the combat ability of these soldiers at all. After killing a few wolves, the remaining white wolves stopped advancing. Instead, they waited for Zhan Lang and the others to follow.

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

As he spoke, the musketeer couldn't help but look at the barbarians rushing over with a worried expression, and the musket in his hand was firmly held in his hand after being loaded.

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

The captain observed and made a judgment that he must buy more time. It was just the beginning, and the real enemy had not come yet.

"Why, captain, take them back and I'll stop them..."

"Your broken gun will turn into scrap metal after just one shot." The captain joked with a smile before he could finish his words. He raised his hand and raised his spear to signal, "If you really want to fight, you have to look at my spear."

"No, I want to stay."

"This is an order." The captain didn't explain too much. He just handed the seriously injured boy over and said, "He is a good man. We must save him."

"Captain~ let me stay."

"Execute the order!" the captain yelled, "I have no time to talk nonsense with you now."

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

The captain looked at the leaving figure and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is the captain, he is only sixteen years old, but he has experienced a lot of battles, and he can probably see the strength represented by the barbarian who is larger than ordinary people.

Others can leave, but they cannot. It is their duty to protect the farm, and they cannot bring shame to the lord.

But that kid has the best talent, so he must leave a seed for the third team.

"gather!"

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

I would rather die fighting than take a step back!

This is the creed of all spearmen, because behind it are teammates, family, and Hamlet!

Soon the remaining eight soldiers gathered together and saw that the conditions of those men were not as relaxed as the musketeers said. Some of them were scratched, and the most serious one was another musketeer in the team who was bitten on his left arm. Maybe they can no longer afford the gun.

These are just a few mad dogs...

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

"Captain, stop talking nonsense, we are still afraid of them!"

"The lord did not train us to die. 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 warriors rushing towards this side. , "Even if the musketeers move closer and attack, they must find a way to injure the tallest enemy."

"I can shoot such a big wolf with my eyes closed." The third musketeer in the team raised his musket and aimed at the wolf warrior in the distance.

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

Under certain circumstances, the musket was just a piece of scrap metal when it was not loaded. In the end, he took out his knife and killed the evil wolf.

He is not afraid of getting hurt, but it would be unacceptable if he was forced to leave the army as a result.

Even if the current flintlock gun uses fixed ammunition, if it wants to exert its power, it must be fought in a group. Quantity is used to make up for the shortcomings. As long as a barrage is formed, even if 80% of the shots are missed, as long as the remaining % Twenty hits can still kill the enemy.

Therefore, most of the musketeers were arranged to target the cultists in the north. The ratio was about 37%, 30% were spearmen, and 70% were musketeers.

But here it's the other way around. A ten-man team is only equipped with three musketeers, and their skills must be relatively reliable. The humanoid target at fifty yards must have a fifty percent hit rate. That's right. It's good if you can hit five out of ten shots, even if you shoot the head but hit the feet.

Because group operations start shooting at a distance of 150 yards, this is the effective range of the currently equipped flintlock gun. Generally, in the extreme state, two or three rounds can be fired before the enemy approaches, depending on the individual status of the soldier.

Braving the barrage and rushing forward, the only ones left alive were those cultists who had mastered the power of flesh and blood.

Accurate shooting by a single player must be within fifty yards. Beyond this distance, it really depends on luck.

"The enemy is coming, hurry!"

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

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

Just when he was thinking wildly, the captain noticed something strange about the musketeer, and patted his shoulder to reassure him.

After hearing this, the musketeer also understood something. With the help of his teammates, he completed loading, 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 didn't expect 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 doubts about whether rushing over to effectively stop the Wolf Warriors. Should she choose a more conservative plan, that is, return to the farm with Wangcai and rely on the help of everyone to hold on and wait for reinforcements?

Until she saw the warriors walking against the current, at this moment she seemed to see the tribesmen rushing towards the wolf warriors in order to buy themselves time.

At this time, she knew that she could never sit idly by and drove there immediately.

Halfway there, she suddenly seemed to feel something, which was the power of extraordinary awakening. This was a surprise for Hamlet, and he immediately drove the carriage towards that direction.

Then on the way, they met the two people escorted by the musketeers.

When the two sides met, Greendale's eyes immediately fell on the girl, lingering for a moment on the blood-red flower in her hand.

Perhaps noticing the unabashed gaze, the little girl seemed a little timid.

The child may not know Greendale, but the musketeer immediately recognized who she was. She was one of the two instructors in the military medical course. She refined the potions currently used.

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

"Sir, please save this child!"

Greendale looked at the boy after hearing this, and could roughly guess what was going on with just one glance.

"Put it in the car."

After a quick check, the wound on the chest stopped bleeding, but he was still unconscious. From the research of the lord and the doctor, he learned that this was probably an internal injury.

Even she didn't have much confidence in this situation, and it was more about whether she could survive it, but it was still possible to hang his life.

Greendale had no intention of being stingy and took out a bottle of potion from her pocket and drank it for him.

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

"You guys get in the car and go back."

After saying that, he jumped off 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 acquired the two extraordinary pieces of equipment inherited from the Lushou Tribe, her whole temperament changed greatly, as if she had blended into nature. It was no wonder that she could cross the mountains alone.

Nature's love - the power of nature!

But at this time, something that no one expected happened, that Wangcai actually jumped off the carriage.

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

Although its condition is not the best, it does not affect its actions. It looks at the Wolf King in the distance with hatred...

Wolf Warrior's target was not these soldiers at all. He would not even bother to care if these people ran away. But what surprised him was that these people did not run away, but stood up.

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 easily.

But when he approached and was about to start a killing spree, War Wolf suddenly became alert, and his eyes instantly fell on the two muskets set up.

He quickly raised his hand to lift the tomahawk, using the wide blade of the ax to block it in front of him. He used his other hand to protect his vitals, tightening his body and tightening his muscles.

In the next second, two gunshots could be heard, and there was a sense of blockage from the tomahawk in his hand, as well as the trembling vibration, indicating that one shot had been blocked.

But a stronger pain came from his thigh, making Wolf Warrior feel a little cold somewhere.

His actions were naturally noticed by the soldiers.

"Hey~ I'm hit!"

"Fuck! I almost exploded, just a little bit."

"I knew your boy could do it. If you look at him like that, the place he covers next time will be different."

The remaining two musketeers of the three teams didn't waste any time, but hurriedly reloaded. They didn't know who shot the shot just now.

Because they both aimed at the chest, but one was blocked by the axe, while the other was shot downward and hit the thigh.

Wolf Warrior was in a daze not because of the severe pain. To him, this kind of injury was just like a broken skin. He was surprised that he was actually injured?

┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~

With a roar, the muscles on the wolf's body stirred, and the lead bullet originally embedded in his thigh was directly squeezed out by him, and the exposed thick hair could be seen.

Super powers, boy.

The wolf god gave him a powerful physique, so as long as the injuries to his vital parts were not injured, it would have little effect on him.

In fact, when the wolf warrior was shot, the one-eyed wolf king rushed out. The surrounding barbarian warriors would not just sit back and watch the leader being injured, and swarmed him before the wolf warrior could take action.

"Form a circle and hold on to the defense." The remaining people surrounded the two musketeers, their spears looking like hedgehogs, but this hedgehog's hair loss was a bit severe, and its emptiness was visible to the naked eye.

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

The two musketeers were even more powerless because they had not completed reloading. Most of their armors were placed to the north. Except for the squad leader who had a breastplate, the rest of them only had casual clothes.

It cannot be dispersed, and the formation must be maintained, otherwise it will be penetrated in a single encounter.

"For Hamlet!"

The captain shouted loudly, swung away the enemy's extended spear, and thrust it out with his backhand. However, the enemy also reacted quickly and was blocked without 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 violent storm, as if it would be swallowed up by the huge waves and buried under the sea in the next second.

Or maybe something has happened, and a soldier was injured just by encountering him. The barbarian warrior's spear pierced his body, and when he pulled it out, it brought flying blood, and the white wolf who had been waiting for a long time also took the opportunity to rush over and want to bite him. Live on that person's legs.

Their attacks are always coordinated with each other, and the hunting tactics of the wolves are fully demonstrated here.

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

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

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

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

Such precision!

The captain's face changed when he realized something. He looked around and saw the soldier standing with a gun. Wasn't it the musketeer who just asked him to go back?

"Captain! Captain!"

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

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

When the captain landed, he saw that the spear in his hand had broken. At the same time, a huge gap appeared in the breastplate, and blood had seeped out.

This moment revealed some meaning of death...

Look at the tall figure of War Wolf holding a battle ax standing in the battle formation, and around him are the soldiers whose formation was disrupted.

It took just one strike to defeat the tenacious formations of the three teams. It was an absolute disparity in strength.

But the wolf warrior's movements did not stop, the tomahawk in his hand was raised high, and he was about to kill the ants in front of him in the next second.

At the same time, the soldiers and white wolves also wanted to enjoy the prey without mercy.

But at this moment, a sharp and furious shout came.

"war Wolf!"

The voice that was not in Common Language caused Wolf Warrior to pause as he raised his axe. When he looked up, he saw only a masked figure, it was Grendel whom he had been thinking about day and night...