Our family is in decline

Disma killed two of them by himself, but Lance was not a freeloader. He aimed his gun and fired, hitting the target in the back and taking away one of the gunmen.

There is no difficulty in dealing with this kind of fixed target, not to mention that the trajectory of a long gun is more stable and more powerful than a short gun.

Just as Lance was reloading, Lao San fired. He was very skilled, and he accurately hit one with a pistol at such a distance.

And just when he was putting away his gun and preparing to reload, there was a roar in his ears.

The next second, a hole was opened in the third child's head, and he fell straight to the ground.

Behind him, Lance slowly lowered his pistol.

Leonard and others were also frightened by the sudden scene, because they did not expect that Lance would suddenly take action, let alone the third child who died instantly.

"grown ups?"

"It is impossible for one person in the artillery regiment to be alive in this battle. He is useless." Lance explained casually, and then sacrificed the body of the third child, "Don't be in a daze, we are still fighting now!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a short gun, pointed it at the next target, and pulled the trigger.

The metal and flint collided, the black gunpowder burned and then burst into intense brilliance. Feeling the power coming from your arm, the bullet flew out.

Another gunman fell, and everyone else also reacted, so let's put this matter aside for now.

Disma himself had also finished reloading, and took away the last one with one shot without any fancy.

At this point, the Barbarian Musketeers, who were so elusive in the eyes of the artillery regiment and made them so distressed, were completely wiped out.

They paid too much attention to the battle on the front line and ignored the possible dangers in the rear. At the same time, several people actually spread out in order to cover the battlefield, which gave Lance the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

But in the environment where gunshots were constantly heard, it didn't attract much attention, at least no one noticed the situation here.

However, Lance did not relax at all, but continued to signal several people to occupy the gunner's position and approach the battlefield.

"Collect all the guns, load the ammunition, Disma, you shoot, depending on the situation on both sides, whoever has the advantage will hit whomever, and whoever wants to get out of the fight, hit whoever."

When Lance got closer and observed, the situation on the battlefield was already clear, and the artillery regiment was at an obvious disadvantage.

In a real battle, one's physical strength will usually be exhausted within a minute or two, but those barbarians in the wolf group are like fighting chickens. Their physical strength is endless, and they are not afraid of death and have armor that can withstand damage. , even if you are surrounded by two or three people, you can get injured in exchange for your life.

On the other hand, the people in the artillery regiment were already weak. Their limited physical strength could not stop them at all, and they had even fled. However, those who dared to leave their backs to the enemy on the battlefield would not end well.

There wasn't even a chance to escape - so was this going to be a massacre?

The answer is yes~

To be honest, Lance didn't expect the men of these wolf regiments to be so powerful. Although he originally disliked the artillery regiment, he still felt that the captain could win. After all, the strength advantage was soldiers who had been on the battlefield, let alone artillery. Big killer.

He even planned to secretly help the wolf regiment to further weaken the artillery regiment to achieve his own goal. Let them win but it would be a miserable victory, and the captain and second son would die, and then let the third son come forward to take over the rest.

In fact, it is to use the third child to stabilize the bandits and prevent them from disbanding. If they all escape, I don't know when they will be found. It is easier to deal with them if they are gathered in a bunch.

But now the artillery regiment actually lost the battle and was completely wiped out. Even if Lance had asked Disma to fire support, it would be an unstoppable rout.

They get caught up in—attack! Desperate! And the cruel situation of being forced to continue fighting...

Then the role of the third child would be gone, and it was naturally impossible for Lance to keep him as a nuisance. This was already determined from the moment he gave him the gun.

This thing is just scrap metal without bullets and poses no threat to Lance at all.

It's just that Disma and the others didn't think so much. Of course, they couldn't guess that the lord would suddenly kill the third child.

Disma was struggling to shoot at the wolf group members and finally attracted the attention of the barbarian. However, the armor they wore could withstand most of the damage. If the bullets penetrated and did not hit key parts, it would not have much impact at all. They often needed to hit the head or Only the weak parts of the limbs will do.

Unfortunately, the people in the artillery regiment did not buy enough time for Disma. After killing two of the bandits in the artillery regiment, all the bandits were dead, which meant that only the captain was left struggling to support himself.

The remaining barbarians divided their forces, two walked towards the captain, and the remaining three began to charge towards the dense forest.

"Ready to fight!"

Now, Lance didn't care that he was exposed and shouted directly, and he did not forget to remind everyone, "Those people are in a bad state, they seem to have no pain, and they are surprisingly strong. Be careful and don't fight with them."

Leonard, Barristan, you two are the main attackers. Only by destroying the limbs and heads can they stop.

Disma, you and I can't break through the defense without heavy weapons. We don't pursue killing. We are responsible for holding back the two injured and buying them time. "

These people are by no means what ordinary people can do. No one knows what tribal secrets these barbarians know, so it is better to be careful.

Leonard and Barristan, who had been waiting for a long time, put down the muskets they were about to fill and picked up their own weapons.

Disma also turned his gun, originally thinking of taking advantage of their approaching distance to cause further damage, but these barbarians had already spotted them, and fired two shots but were dodged.

"Here we come~" Lance directly brought down the atmosphere with one sentence, "Let it go, Barristan is in front to hold it back."

"Ha! Get behind me! They can't pass me!" A firm smile appeared on Barristan's face.

Disma realized that he had left his long spear behind and drew out his short sword and short spear. He even had the intention to make fun of a few people when facing the incoming enemy.

"Hmm... I feel full of confidence today. Let's see who can solve the battle fastest."

But the enemy didn't give them any more chance to speak. They were already waving blood-stained weapons in front of their eyes, and they didn't know how many people had died in their hands just now.

Lance took the initiative to meet a barbarian. He knew that these people were very strong and concentrated on his sword. There was nothing to be afraid of. Just do it and be done!

Barristan took a step forward, forcing the enemy to swing his sword in advance. At this moment, he suddenly took a small step back and gave up some space.

This little trick directly causes the enemy's attacks to fail and disrupts his offensive rhythm.

The consequence of a wrong attack is that the body does not get correct feedback, so it has to exert force again, and at this time Barristan has already swung the mace.

He did not choose to slap his face and chest like before, but chose to leave his feet defenseless.

The heavy hammer fell, and the spikes directly penetrated the upper of the shoe and touched the flesh. When it was retracted, you could see blood coming out.

Disma pointed his gun at your head and said coldly: "Keep the ticket for me."