She Is Not a Witch

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"Raise a gun, shoot!"

On the hillside, white metal shields lined up on one side, and with an order, the dense gun barrels stood out from behind the shield and opened fire.

Short blazing fires sounded one after another, and metal projectiles smashed through the atmosphere, instantly smashing the enemy's armor, breaking the flesh, and blossoming blood flowers.

The soldiers in front of the Canghong Empire fell down, but they quickly made up for them.

"Quick, quick, quick! Take advantage of the other side to reload, charge!" The officer on horseback raised his sword and shouted, running on the side of the line.

The imperial soldiers under the hillside also began to trot, rushing upwards.

After fighting with Crancia many times, the Empire naturally realized the excellent convenience of muskets. Although there was not enough output for a time, they also summarized some general regulations to deal with musket shooting.

Melee combat, night combat, rainfall, bombing, and bow and arrow shooting are all ways to deal with musket shooting.

In the current era, the rate of fire of bows and arrows is far better than that of muskets, but the lack of the number of archers restricts its long-range firepower. (The emergence of the continuous-fire rifle is a matter of the later development of firearms)

Under the undulating hillside, soldiers in iron gray armors and black and red feather helmets surged up like a tide, and the friction of the metal armors made one breathless.

Facing the afternoon sun, the high gun blade refracted bursts of flashes, forming a sea of ​​fine fragments, and the dry grass clippings continued to rise with the pace, and the air was full of tension.

Pull the bolt, put in ammunition, reload, close again, raise the barrel, aim, and fire.

boom!

As the **** of the shoulder shook, there was a sharp sound, and an enemy not far away bled on his body, and then struggled to kneel.

But after it fell, there was still a black figure behind, and they clamored to charge up again.

After three rounds of shooting, the soldiers of the Crimson Empire and Crancia met hand-to-hand.

Both sides held large steel shields in the front row, and a long spear stood behind the shield like a hedgehog and sprinted forward. With the infusion of magic power, a sharp brilliance flashed on the sword.

In the end, the two parties are like trains colliding with each other, the front row punctures each other, blood splashes, and thousands of lives die in an instant. Immediately after the soldiers from the rear came up on top, they began to fight close.

Looking at this fierce and cruel battle on the hillside, hundreds of nobles in crimson windbreakers floated behind the imperial camp. What allowed them to fly was the wings woven by the **** magic behind them.

The nobles of the Canghong Empire ranged in strength from the Demon Sequence 4-5, relying on this bright red magic wings to allow them to flexibly enter the battlefield and cut into the back row, whether it is a surprise attack, a block, or an escape, they can easily do it.

Seeing these blood-winged nobles appearing behind the opponent, a pair of snow-white wings spread out behind Crancia, and nearly a hundred transcendents of angel sequence from Sanctuary or Sage Academy also lifted into the air.

Although they do not have as many as the opponent and their combat effectiveness is not as good as the opponent, at least they can slightly curb the opponent's attack and reduce their own casualties.

"It's really pleasing." Looking at the priests and healers of Baiyu, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Panside's mouth.

He opened his right hand, and **** magic power emerged from the air, continuously gathering the palms of his hands to form a twisted sphere.

Devil blood·kuva strangulation!

As if a signal, the nobleman in red also threw the **** magic ball in his hand and smashed it towards the opposite position.

Approaching mid-air, a pale golden light curtain rises, canceling out nearly half of the blood cells, but they are quickly dissipated by corrosion. Some blood cells explode below, and the dark red blood pierces in all directions. If someone is bruised , When injected into the body, it will be very toxic immediately.

Seeing a lot of soldiers spit blood at their mouths, their bodies twitched and fell, and Albert frowned. At this time, he didn't care about retaining his magic and physical strength.

"Holy White Shield, unfold!" He shouted, and then the white shield with gold rim in his hand bloomed with brilliance.

After hearing the order, the 600 shield-bearing guards beside him also raised their shields, operated the extraordinary core, and cast spells together.

The golden streamer overflowed between the shields, and then layers of pale golden shields formed in the air. This shield was like a superimposed transparent shield outline, isolating the subsequent **** magic bullets.

"Hehe, even you, Albert, how long can you hold on?"

Panside watched the scene before him, flapping his wings and rushing into the sky, and then hundreds of red-clothed nobles followed the earl.

Like a bird of prey diving, these crimson figures drew a long arc in the air, avoiding the firing of ground muskets, and went directly to the rear of the army formation.

Facing the musket troops loaded in the rear, these nobles armed with blood-colored long swords slashed wantonly and easily, bringing up patches of blood.

"You all have to die!"

Seeing the tragic deaths of those comrades on the spot, a soldier opened his eyes to split. He raised the musket in his hand and charged forward, pulling the trigger when he was only a few meters away from the enemy.

Although such a move caused a little blood to appear on the enemy, he also paid the price of his life for it.

The long and narrow blood sword swept past, and then an unwilling head flew up. The red-clothed nobleman of nearly three hundred people, as if entering the land of no one, began to kill these low-level soldiers.

A priest dressed in white wings rushed over immediately, and they began to wield white flame lightsabers to fight against these enemies, but because the number was far less than the enemies, they could only do a restraint.

The white flames and the red swords complemented each other, and people fell from the sky from time to time, and blood was spilled on the spot.

Seeing that the hillside lined with white shields below was surrounded by black and red tides, and gradually dissipated and was submerged, a strange song sounded from the horizon.

The voice was slightly hoarse, yet quiet and holy.

With the sound of this song, an invisible breeze seemed to blow on the battlefield, the magic of the demon sequence was greatly suppressed, and the air began to overflow with pure white magic light sand.

"The other side of the mountain!" The screaming voice sounded on the ground.

Panside turned his head and looked, hundreds of nuns in grey clothes appeared on the distant hillside. These nuns are all wearing uniform capes and robes, hoods on their heads, and grey cloth over their eyes.

They prayed and sang in unison, and the wind of light blew to the earth.

"The grey nun of the sanctuary!"

Seeing these reinforcements appeared, Panside gave a low voice, and then led the red nobleman behind him to pounce over there.

If these nuns are allowed to continue to sing hymns and perform domain skills, then the extraordinary strength of the empire will be greatly suppressed, and the other party can greatly increase the strength of the Holy Shield, and also allow the priests in white clothes. Rescued a large number of injured people.

The golden red sword was drawn from his waist, and there was a metal rosette on its guard. Panside held this family's blood-colored rose sword, and a sense of honor emerged in his heart.

This is one of the 27 Scarlet Rose Swords bestowed by the founding King Yalin to his vassals, and he is also one of the 27 pure-blooded nobles. Now he wants to restore the glory of his ancestors and engrave his name on the coat of arms of merit.

This aristocratic genius of Demon Sequence 6 jumped up, his figure was like a red lightning, and instantly slashed towards the group of gray nuns.

clang!

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be as lucky as his ancestors today. Two special long sword grids block the red and engraved sword body.

The two swords did not open the front, just like a long ruler, and there were notches on the top, which jammed the sharp and dangerous blade.

"You are!?" He looked surprised at the blindfolded nun who stopped him suddenly.

But the other party did not answer, and then the two iron-grey long swords interlaced and easily penetrated his body, causing him to kneel on the ground weakly.

The **** wings behind him gradually dissipated, and the blood continued to gush out along the wound. It was a gift from the angel. The wound that the devil could not heal by itself allowed all the warmth to drain away slowly.

Panside couldn't understand why he suddenly failed, and his consciousness was gradually blurred at this moment. The tearing and gunfire in his ear seemed to be a distant dream, and the world was gradually dead and cold.

Was this death? He slowly closed his eyes and fell under the plain gray skirt.

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Wind and whistling province, the central battlefield.

The battle was in full swing, the air was full of blood and gunpowder smoke, and the ground was full of fallen dead bodies and bullet craters.

Crancia's line retreated and retreated, and it seemed that it had reached the brink of final shattering, but the battle would not end because of this.

Seeing that the black and red tide was about to disperse the line of the white Venus, reinforcements finally arrived.

One after another pure white flags emerged from the horizon, and with the sound of struggling horseshoes, the young lives came from the distant sky.

These simple armored cavalry, holding long spears, constantly urged the horses under them, toward the battlefield under the setting sun.

They are reserve soldiers from all counties in the interior of Crancia. Although there is no time to get the full equipment in a while, time is not waiting. Now they are about to set foot on the battlefield of decisive death, defend this beloved country with their lives and blood.

Nearly 300,000 lances pointed at the sky, rushing to this rotten battlefield with billowing smoke and dust.

Since the beginning of the war, Crancia has continuously recruited reserve soldiers, and military education has begun in countless places. All young people must receive local military training and be ready for war at all times.

And now the first batch of reserves has finally been trained. They gathered from all over, gathered in Solander, and then arrived on the battlefield today.

The gale was howling, and the billowing dust was flying in the sound of horses' hoofs, and the smell of dust and gunpowder smoke in the mouth and nose, UU reading www.uukanshu. com But at this moment, my heart is beating like a blazing sun.

When did they live in a deadly gray world, such hard and difficult days are still unforgettable.

Dry brown bread mixed with sand, work under the scorching sun, scrawny father, brothers and sisters starved to death in his arms, unfair laws, indifferent mockery and contempt, narrow houses that cannot shelter from wind and rain.

It seems that there is no hope in the world, and I don't know where the future leads.

And on that day, a light passed through the dark cloud and shone into the world, bringing him warmth and hope.

From then on, he held high this banner and vowed to defend everything until the end of life and the world.

Now, it's time to fulfill the promise.

"Crancia, long live!"

A spear was lowered from the air and placed in front of the horse, rushing towards the black and red world with an indomitable momentum.

The gusty wind howled, and the setting sun was like blood.

Along with the accelerating charge, young cavalry rushed into the enemy line fearlessly, tearing it apart, and as the blood blossomed, there were young and fiery lives.

To be brave is not to be fearless, but to know this but still choose to move forward.

"You will advance like a chariot until you die. 』

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