I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 113

"boom--!!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, bright flames shone in the streets and alleys of the moonless night, and the choking gunpowder smoke mixed with gun flames drifted in the streets and alleys filled with garbage and emitting a foul smell.

Although the troopers of the Storm Corps have only recently completed their training for recruits, they are really sorry for their brand-new Leopold rear-loaded flintlock guns in their hands; but relying on the narrow alleys and the uniform shooting, it is still improved. Fewer hits.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the gangsters, who had been hit hard, resisted stubbornly. Taking advantage of the sound of gunfire, they blocked the streets with carriages and formed temporary barricades. .

The dark night and the absence of the leaders of the four gangs, the gangsters without command had no idea what was going on - some thought it was just a "routine patrol" of the Guards, and some thought they encountered some The "peer" of the robbery... Only a few relatively keen guys noticed a little abnormality from the dense and outrageous firepower on the opposite side.

But even if they noticed the anomaly, they would never have imagined that it was not a "peer" or a "patrol" that would encircle and suppress them—it was a reinforced infantry regiment with eight companies, whose total strength was nearly ten times theirs!

Under the alternation of explosions and gunshots, the line infantry of the Storm Regiment methodically advanced to the deep alleys; in order to improve efficiency when "carrying goods", the gang's carriages and manpower were scattered, almost all over the place. All the alleys around the munitions factory.

This may be convenient for running away in the event of an accident, but it also means that once surrounded, it is almost impossible for an overly dispersed manpower to be an opponent of the regular army.

As time passed, the gangsters, who finally realized they were surrounded, began to despair; one figure after another rushed out of carriages and alleys in the thick smoke, screaming and charging at the enemy in the dark, and then in the whole row In the platoon of lead bullets and cold guns, he collapsed in a pool of his own blood powerlessly.

It was not until they reached the gate of the munitions factory that the storm regiment encountered a relatively strong resistance-relying on a few carriages to block the entrance of the alley, and relying on the strong gate, they began to fight back against the flood of line soldiers.

The rough roads and muddy ground in the outer city greatly restricted the possibility of mobilizing artillery or concentrating troops; after barely passing through the streets where only two or three people could pass, the soldiers who had no time to gain a firm footing immediately collided with them. several times the muzzle of their gangsters.

"Storm Corps - put on the bayonet!"

After suffering several setbacks in the attack, several officers who had just graduated from the military academy with enthusiasm pulled out their sabers and charged the soldiers with the gate of the factory.

The soldiers of the Storm Corps, who were waving rifles and torches to charge from the alley, rushed towards the factory gate under the hail of bullets, under the interaction of the messy and disorderly shooting of the gangsters and the platoons of guns behind them, like a trickle. .

Amidst the chaotic screams and gunpowder, the casters who had been hiding in the guns finally couldn't sit still, howling and rushing towards the line soldiers who were several times their size.

But what they don't know is that in addition to soldiers with rifles and bayonets, the people involved in this siege tonight are also a group of guys they never want to meet...

"Clang!"

In the harsh sound of sharp blades colliding, the dull staff gun blocked the pale bone spurs; Cole Dorian, who was almost pierced by his neck, decisively pulled out his "dagger" - standard for the Inquisitor, lengthened and enlarged revolver - - fired three shots at the blood mage.

One shot headshot, one shot headshot, one shot still headshot.

After the gunshots rang out, the blood mage's hideous face burst with juice like a squeezed orange, spraying the whole body of the inferior judge; Cole Dorian, who spat, opened the bone spur, and the cane in his right hand pierced through his chest.

The spear tip with heart fragments stuck out from the back of the Blood Mage, and the whole person hangs limply on the spear. The viscous blood plasma mixed with bone **** and meat **** spurted a trace behind it.

"Can't you be a little more careful?"

The female judge's icy complaint sounded from behind, the blood stained on the hem of her clothes made her frown slightly, and her scarlet eyes hidden under the three-cornered hat and long hair suddenly looked behind her.

The gangster who was locked in sight was shocked, his eyes bulged, and he screamed like a nail pierced into his head. He suddenly aimed the horn gun in his hand at his chin, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The pale pink blood mist exploded in the slaughtering crowd, mixed with the minced meat scattered like raindrops, and disappeared without a sound.

"My Lady Sierra Virgil, we are at war!"

After wiping the plasma on his face, Cole Dorian cursed and pulled the trigger at the chaotic figures; the large-caliber lead bullets specially prepared for mutant monsters and blood mages smashed one with great precision. Another brain:

"And to be honest, I don't think we are qualified to say that I am cruel to you!"

Pulling out the staff gun from the blood mage's corpse, the second judge just raised his head when he saw a spellcaster on the opposite side suddenly raise his right hand.

Cole, who had no time to think about it, decisively hugged Sera behind him, and swooped on the muddy ground and rolled quickly.

"Boom!"

In the next second, the ground on which the two of them stood just exploded without warning, and the raging flames rose to the ground; the blood mage with the shattered head soared into the sky in the flames, and the torn corpses scattered on the ground in the explosion. .

In the blooming firelight, Sera, who was tightly held in Cole's arms, raised his head expressionlessly, and the cold "dagger" roared in her right hand.

The conjurer whose throat was smashed by the lead bullet stopped in the air with his right hand stretched out to his waist, knelt on the ground clutching his bleeding throat, spitting blisters like a dying fish, and the light in his pupils was little by little. dissipate.

Cole Dorian, who was almost killed by the bomb, was a little relieved... Most of these gangsters' spellcasters are only first- or second-order, and they only know one or two hands of magic, and they can even master the most basic skills of the three major magics. .

For the Inquisition, Tier 3 is a threshold - casters below Tier 3 belong to the "non-threatening" category, and will generally "selectively ignore" unless necessary. Spellcasters at this level, except for Blood Mage, are basically Still in the category of "ordinary people".

Of course, whether they are "ordinary people" or not, at least everyone is still equal in front of the 12-pounder.

In the thick gunpowder smoke, the sound of fighting gradually subsided, but the soldiers of the Storm Regiment who repelled the counterattack of the gangsters did not continue to attack, but spread out to both sides in the sound of bugles.

"What are they doing?"

Cole stood up from the ground with a confused expression, and shot the head of a guy who pretended to be dead and wanted to sneak attack.

"I don't know, can you understand the bugle of the Royal Army?" Sera asked in a very suspicious tone.

"I've only been in the storm regiment's barracks for a day, can I not ask knowingly?"

As soon as Cole Dorian finished speaking, a harsh whistle suddenly sounded in the dark night—it was a communication signal between the judges.

The two, whose expressions suddenly changed, looked at each other, then turned their heads decisively and ran wildly.

Under the gate of the military factory on the other side of the thick smoke, the gangsters who were huddled behind the temporary barricades and walls suddenly found that the figure on the opposite side was actually retreating, so they immediately rushed out of the gate excitedly, trying to break through from the front.

"All in place—fire!"

In the darkness filled with gunpowder smoke, a hoarse voice sounded.

The next second, thunder rang through the dome.

With the roar of rubble breaking, the entire gate of the factory, along with the surrounding walls, buildings and the entire street, smashed into pieces; the cracked fire was mixed with the shattered rubble, like the breath of a dragon breathing into the sky!

The streets in the outer city were too narrow, so the "experienced" veterans and "self-consciously smart" graduate officers in the storm regiment simply dragged the thirteen artillery pieces they brought into the buildings on both sides of the street. Without clearing the obstacles and street walls blocking the front, fire directly in the direction of the factory gate.

The effect... is beyond everyone's imagination.

Because most of these graduate officers have not even had time to practice, and most of the veterans usually work in security companies - the result is that these people have absolutely no concept of the power of artillery, and they do not know that thirteen infantry artillery is a what concept.

"Boom!!!!"

The twelve-pound shrapnel burst in the air, and countless tiny lead bullets flew through the crowd; the gangster who rushed at the front was instantly torn to pieces by the torrential projectiles, and their limbs and arms flew in the air, and when they landed on the ground, only The lower half of the palm is intact.

Wrapped in a scream that ripped apart the air, the hot solid bullet split the crowd in two in a scream and wailing; the fiery projectile tore all the flesh and blood it touched to pieces, leaving only blood everywhere.

Cole and Serra, who were lying on the ground, hid their bodies completely under the corpse, and the two who were clenching their teeth didn't dare to lift their heads at all; they could only hear the roar of shattering eardrums and countless miserable sounds. Shouting; loud noises came from the trembling ground again and again, as if this was not the capital of Clovis, but the deepest part of purgatory.

The line soldiers hiding under the street wall were stunned—according to the original order, they should shoot and kill the enemy who might rush out of the artillery fire under the cover of artillery.

But now it seems that there is no need for this at all. There are even many people who are worried that they will be accidentally injured by the artillery behind them, and they fall to the ground with their heads in fear.

According to Anson's plan before - a quick shelling of the Leiden Arms Factory for one minute, at least four shells per gun - when the gunfire ended, there were no factory gates left among the smoke-filled ruins, and there was no half of it left. Shadow of a gangster.

Some are just ruins everywhere, burning embers, choking smoke... plus all the craters and the stumps and bones on the bottom.

Cole Dorian got up from the ground with an expression of the rest of his life, gasping for breath, staring blankly at the purgatory-like scene in front of him, turning his head to look at Sierra:

"I suddenly feel... Maybe what Archbishop Luther Franz said before is very reasonable. We are entering a new era."

"Maybe in a few years, our group of talented people will be useless, and replaced by those machines that are mounted with explosives and cannons and powered by steam cores."

"Maybe that day, the Old Gods can live in peace with the Church of Order, and you won't have to spend such a day of being watched."

The embarrassed female judge crawled out of the pile of corpses with an indifferent expression, expressing in silence that she had no interest in Cole's "future fantasy".

Just as the two looked at each other, the judge's silver whistle sounded in the distance - Lisa Bach, the skirmishers of the Storm Corps, and the judge of the Truth Seeking Order had broken through the perimeter of the military factory and were gradually moving. Clear the enemy.

Compared with the frontal ones who fought steadily, even at the expense of using thirteen infantry guns against an enemy who was only in their early 100s, this skirmisher responsible for attacking from behind was called "efficient".

With the chaos caused by two solid bullets smashing the warehouse door, the little girl took advantage of her height - she was short - rushed into the factory first, and stabbed the man on guard with a bayonet in the head before he could turn around.

The chaotic gangsters suffered a similar situation to the factory security guards before: they heard the cannons, but didn't know what happened, and when they figured out what happened, it was too late.

Most of them only had time to see a little girl who was carrying a little girl wearing a military uniform and boots that didn't fit well, carrying a rifle taller than her, and pounced on them at a speed where they could only see afterimages, and then...

Well, there is no such thing as then.

Similar scenes continued to be staged in the factory where the gunshots alternated, and the skirmishers who rushed into the factory could not even find the enemy they confronted; after a round of confrontation, Lisa's small figure had rushed to the opposite face, After a few screams, there was no movement on the other side.

The judges that followed were stunned—as expats from the Truth Seeking Order, they always thought that there should be no one better at raid tactics than them; slapped them in the face, and told them quietly:

You are not even a little girl.

"cover me!"

Screams sounded~www.mtlnovel.com~ A few panicked judges immediately drew their guns and shot at the opposite side.

The girl who was running wildly in the hail of bullets threw away the rifle that fired the light bullet, and jumped up in the face of the gangster who was desperate to shoot frantically, holding the bayonet in both hands and threw herself into the opponent's arms.

"Snapped!"

The dying gangster was rudely pulled up by Lisa. In the eyes of the other party, his tender and lovely face was like a demon:

"Tell me! Where is Anson?!"

"Well, it's exactly eleven o'clock... It should be almost there."

Inside the ruins that were about to collapse, An Sen looked at the ticking pointer on his pocket watch, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

According to his plan, the Storm Corps should be attacking the gate of the military factory now, and the enemy's attention should be all there, and he is absolutely safe in a short period of time.

Next, as long as you use this gap to sneak out of the factory, you can call in heavy artillery to directly blow up the entire military factory, kill all the elites of the four gangsters in one go, and by the way, eliminate all the survivors who saw their spells.

Perfect!

Putting the pocket watch in his pocket, An Sen opened his eyes with a proud expression, turned and walked towards the door behind him.

Then, he froze at the door:

"How come you... come so fast?"

Chapter end