I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 134

"All of them, side by side firing - fire!"

Along with a dull sound of shooting, the figures across the street fell in pieces; the white mist spewing from the muzzle was mixed with the billowing black smoke, and the choking smoke filled the entire street.

At 8:55 on March 1, with the withdrawal of the last guards stationed in Baihu Park, the rioters finally poured into the entire Baihu Park area; tens of thousands of rioters roared in anger In the sound, desperately rushed towards Clovis Cathedral.

The Clovis Cathedral, which has lost its last barrier, is bounded by the red brick street, and has become an isolated island in this riot, and the frenzy of the riot is constantly hitting its shores with blood.

Pull the bolt, reload, lock the bolt, raise the gun to shoot - the soldiers behind the barricade mechanically repeat the work they have practiced countless times in the past month or so; the ammunition boxes stacked in the corner continue to The pouring storm of lead bullets was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the first self-developed and put into production rear-loading bolt-action rifle in the Clovis Kingdom, the Leopold rifle is easy to operate. Even the most unskilled recruit can fire three bullets in one minute, and the rate of fire is the same price. At least two or three times the breech gun - of course, this means that the rate of consumption of bullets is also at least two or three times.

But it's still too slow. Even if the rate of fire of the rifle is doubled, the lethality still cannot be suppressed by firepower... Looking at the soldiers who kept firing repeatedly, Anson raised his eyebrows. weapon with a barrel.

Looking at the mournful mourning in the billowing smoke, constantly being penetrated by lead bullets, and falling down in pieces, no one cheered at all.

Even though the battle was so fierce that it was almost one-sided, and the piled up corpses had even covered the intersection outside the red brick street, the hundreds of rioters still showed no sign of retreating, and were still crashing into the storm group in a steady stream. line of defense.

This is destined to be a crazy death fight.

Although the people living at the bottom of the city outside Clovis are dissatisfied with the Church of Order, the Ring of Order is still the official and universal belief in the world, and they will never risk death to attack the cathedral.

All of them were instigated by the Black Mage and the Old God Sect organization, and they were the Old God Sect believers living in Clovis City.

They huddled and hid in the darkest corners of the city, always worried that they would be investigated and hunted down by the Church of Order, and prayed to the Three Old Gods whom their grandfathers had believed in in sewers and dilapidated houses, eager to To end all this suffering one day.

Only they regard what they have suffered as the oppression of the Church of Order, and believe that believers of the Three Old Gods are noble beings in an ancient era; as long as the rule of the Church of Order is overthrown, the "big plan" can be realized. If it is realized, they will be able to escape the sea of ​​misery in front of them immediately and have countless wealth.

"For the Three Old Gods! For the Primordial Ring——!!!"

In the burning street, countless figures were battered by rows of lead bullets, and were roasted into coke by the flames of the explosion.

The **** body fell heavily on the ground in the crater filled with blood, and the corners of his mouth, spitting blood, were still chanting the names of the Three Old Gods.

"Inform the artillery company, and three minutes later, the team will conduct a rapid fire in the street."

Looking calmly at the battlefield that looked like purgatory in front of him, Anson, who did not look back, ordered his "adjutant of internal affairs" behind him - Judge Sierra Virgil in a deep voice.

"Shrapnel or solid bullet?"

"...solid bullet."

Anson hesitated for a second. The already prepared Storm Corps ammunition was well stocked, but after all, there were too many rioters.

Although it is not clear what Luther Franz has prepared, he only needs to ensure that the cathedral will not fall until March 1; as a qualified planner, always do the worst "in case" ”—a smaller number of shrapnel, which he planned to wait until cover retreated.

Along with the loud bugle sound, the six infantry guns deployed on Red Brick Street roared at the same time; the roar of trembling air rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"Boom——!!!!"

The roaring artillery shells swept over the heads of the line infantry, dragging a "bright red road" made of flesh and blood in the streets filled with the swarms of rioters.

The artillery shells that kept rolling and beating between the flesh and blood, and the fragments of masonry and stone that swept in all directions in the sound of the explosion, finally caused a commotion among the rioters, and the air filled with thick smoke and blood was filled with an aura of panic.

Fear and panic did not scare the fanatic rioters. Groups of figures struggled hard in the continuous roar of artillery and platoons of gunfire. With the cry of trembling souls, they rushed towards the line of defense of the storm regiment covered in blood.

Time passed by every minute and second, but the wave of impact on Clovis Cathedral showed no sign of slowing down, and even intensified.

"boom!"

The heavy sound of gunfire blew the head of a fish that slipped through the net. Cole Dorian, the "Skker Company Commander", took the Leopold rifle stuffed to him by a certain soldier, and loaded the ammunition very unskilledly.

"I said, aren't these people a little too afraid of death?!"

The Second Inquisitor, who took a long time to pull the bolt on, shouted hysterically, and the sound of platoons of gunfire and the roar of six-pounder infantry guns continued to explode in his ears, as if someone was hitting his eardrum with a hammer.

Cole Dorian could swear it was the craziest fight he'd ever experienced.

He has seen many fanatical believers of the Old God School, many of whom are even more mad than the ones in front of him, a thousand times, ten thousand times fanatical; He was at the scene of the Beigang Rebellion, and tens of thousands of soldiers were fighting in the open. It was definitely a more spectacular scene than this scene.

But he had never seen so many mad believers of the Three Old Gods, and without even a decent weapon in his hand, he dared to rush to the heavily guarded fortifications regardless of life and death!

Just now, he saw with his own eyes a young woman poured the kerosene from the kerosene lamp directly on her body, screamed and rushed towards him, only to be hit by a lead bullet between her eyebrows and turned into a ball of fire and exploded in the crowd. .

"Crazy, so crazy!"

The excited second-class judge used his own words to cover up his inner fear, and the passively stimulated blood force made him instinctively move, and he fell to the ground without warning.

"Pfft!"

Cole Dorian only had time to see a flash of light, and the skirmisher who had just handed him the rifle just now froze in place, his head slipping from above the thin line between his necks.

Spellcaster? !

The second-class judge who was lying on the ground raised his head suddenly, his vision penetrating the thick smoke immediately locked on a figure huddled in the crowd; almost as soon as he noticed the miss, he desperately ducked back.

"Want to run?!"

Cole gritted his teeth and locked the trigger, his vigorous figure suddenly bounced off the ground, and the trigger-triggered rifle roared at its prey.

"Clang!"

The lead bullet was stopped by an invisible wall of air before it touched the opponent's body, but the second-class judge, who was running wildly, had already rushed past the fortifications and the line of fire, dragging an afterimage to him.

When the spellcaster, whose face was covered in horror, recovered his senses, the bayonet with the spear head had slipped from his neck, and his headless body fell to the ground like a pool of rotten flesh.

The second-class judge who successfully killed the target didn't have time to rejoice, and the ghastly thugs around him had already attacked and surrounded him like hungry wolves.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots sounded from behind, and the screaming lead bullets pierced the heads of the thugs who were charging at him one by one; just as the stunned Cole was about to turn back, he saw a petite figure rushing towards him...

Then "Clap!" gave him a slap.

"Don't be stunned, you!"

The irritable Lisa roared at the stunned inferior judge; in her hands, the lightweight Borni rifle changed from a noble hunting toy to a killing machine, and shot the thugs lying on the ground in the head with one shot , the rapidly raised bayonet ripped open the oncoming thugs.

"I……"

"What are you, who made you escape from the fortifications?!" Without giving Cole a chance to explain, Lisa directly blocked:

"You are the captain of the skirmisher, and your mission is to cover the battle lines. Will you fight?!"

A series of questions made the inferior judge speechless. He admitted that he did have a **** element just now, but he never imagined that he would be reprimanded by a girl who was not as tall as a rifle.

"Then why are you here to save me, Captain Lisa Bach?"

Cole Dorian, who refused to bow his head, couldn't help but said, throwing away Leopold in his hand, and the "dagger" he took out from his arms kept firing at the crowd to cover Lisa, who was killing and killing. Fight and withdraw.

"Because Lisa knows who you are!"

The girl quickly reloaded and fired, and the single-shot rear-loading rifle in her hands showed a rate of fire comparable to that of a revolver:

"You, you! You are all a bunch of villains who think Anson is a villain. If something happens to you, the remaining villains will never let Anson go!"

"Lisa doesn't want Anson to have an accident, so you must not die here today! Lisa promised to protect Anson, so Lisa will protect you too!"

This impeccable theory shocked Cole Dorian, and he couldn't say a single word for a while.

The battle was still going on. After not knowing how many rounds of attacks by the rioters had been repelled, Anson issued an order to the entire army to retreat.

According to the pre-war arrangement, the four companies insisting on the front line began to retreat in an orderly manner with all the lightly wounded, the grenadier company serving as a reserve and the other two companies advanced rapidly, breaking into the defensive position in column form, relying on artillery Covering the troops retreating into the church, they fought fiercely with the insurgents.

Although the number of enemies still shows no sign of decreasing, there are a large number of fortifications and barricades on the streets, forcing the enemy to slow down their advance. The thugs pouring into the streets are constantly divided by the complex terrain and towering barricades. The soldiers of the Storm Regiment, who were desperately defending, had a certain advantage.

When one-third of the street was lost, the long-awaited artillery company launched artillery fire on the frenzied thugs again.

This time, it's shrapnel.

"Boom——!!!!"

With a roar, pitch-black shells exploded over the crowd; hundreds of lead bullets shot out in all directions, devouring all the flesh and blood they touched, like the scythe of the **** of death, quickly reaping everything around them. still alive life.

Every time a shrapnel exploded, a huge blood hole would be blown open in the frenzied crowd, and the flesh and blood mixed with minced meat and bones spurted wanton in the crowd.

This round of artillery bombardment lasted for a full two minutes. Relying on the rapid fire of the artillery company regardless of the cost, at 12:55 on March 1, the storm regiment that had been standing for more than four hours only suffered less than 100 casualties. Successfully retreated into Clovis Cathedral.

But this was not because the Stormtroopers could no longer maintain their lines - on the contrary, Anson, who had received information from Draco Wilters, was well prepared for the uprising; relying on the fortifications of Red Brick Street and ample There is no problem with the ammunition reserve that lasts for a day and a night.

The problem is Mace Hornard.

"Do you think he'll be fooled?"

"On the contrary, I hope he won't be fooled."

Standing in front of the cathedral door, Anson's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and the gust of wind mixed with gunpowder smoke whistled past, revealing the slightly twitching brows under his hair.

Mace Hornard's plan was to take the "Great Magic Book" from the church while the Clovis Cathedral was besieged by thugs; this seemingly perfect plan required two preconditions.

First of all, it must be realized when the situation is in chaos and everyone has no time to care; otherwise, even if it is a "blasphemy mage", it is impossible to go straight to the cathedral in front of hundreds or thousands of people, and put the "big" The Magic Book.

Secondly~www.mtlnovel.com~ He needs his own cooperation - at least from the information he has obtained so far, Mace Hornard should not know, or has no chance to know the memory card that stores the "Great Magic Book" and that Where is the difference engine in the cathedral?

More importantly, he has no keys.

The key is in his own hands.

So Anson only needs to make sure that he is in the sight of everyone at all times, and that there are people in the Inquisition standing beside him, Mace Hornard has no chance to negotiate with him-unless he really intends to go all out and kill a a judge.

In short, the original purpose of Anson's "perfect plan" was to try to ensure that Mace Hornard had no chance of stealing The Great Magic Book from the cathedral.

In this way, he can gain the complete trust of the Inquisition and the Church, and at the same time, the Black Mage has nothing to say - he gave him sufficient information and expressed his willingness to assist, but he failed because he did not cherish.

"All in all, as I've always said, my plan is very..."

The moment he looked back, An Sen's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw that Sierra Virgil was looking at him with a terrified face. His stiff body trembled slightly, his eyes were bulging, and his pale pink lips kept opening and closing, making a "squeaky" sound.

It's like being strangled by a pair of invisible hands!

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