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Chapter 70: Sclerosis and fragmented grenade(1/3)

After that epic duel in front of the formation, the Jeska team has been fighting for six hours.

The setting sun hangs in the setting sun, and dead bodies lie in messy inside and outside the trench, with people and horses.

Each corpse was hit with solid bullets, shotguns and leads, but at least they still have shapes.

Just a few steps away - the area between the trench and the fort wall, the scene was completely different.

In sharp contrast to the inside and outside of the trench, the ground was covered with broken pieces of meat, falling limbs, outflowing internal organs and dead horses that were broken.

Most of the dead there were blown up by [throwing grenades].

In comparison, dying from a sword is a pretty good way to die.

At the edge of the trench, a dying Hed man was crushed by a horse corpse and could not survive or die.

His wailing sound was intermittent, and the Paratus could not understand it, but they were all creepy.

Finally, a musketeer could no longer bear it, so he stood up and shot the Nahud, and the others also opened fire, giving the man a pleasure.

Hearing the gunshots, the furious sergeant went up and slapped the musketeer twice because he wasted ammunition.

The Teltons, who were repelled again, were reorganizing to the west of the bridgehead, and the blue ponytail bar symbolizing King Khan also moved to the southwest.

At the cost of more than a thousand lives, the Teltons gradually discovered the weakness of the fortress: not in the north and south, but in the west and east.

This bridgehead has only the south gate and the north gate. The south gate is close to the river channel. The north gate is covered by the Triangle Fort, which is the two hardest points in the defense system.

There is no city gate on the east wall and the west wall, so the Palatus people who came out of the fort to counterattack must come by the south gate and the north gate, and the siege can take the opportunity to intercept and kill.

Moreover, there is no Triangle Fort outside the east and west walls, and the siege can directly attack the fort wall.

The fortifications outside the west wall were already in ruins, the horse-resisting piles were pulled out, the trench was filled, and the chest wall was dug down.

The Teltons pushed the simple equipment and approached the Western Wall step by step. This time there was no division of troops or feint attack, and the fire-growing person had to make a final decision.

The Palatus, who also had combat power, were also concentrated on the western wall.

"Don't be afraid!" Winters walked among the soldiers, slapped everyone's shoulders and back: "The Hurds can't hold on! This is the last shiver when they pee!"

The military policeman Heinrich followed the centurion with a high military flag, with a huge medal tied to the top of the flagpole.

Gunpowder smoke, sweat and soil formed a thick layer on the soldiers' faces, making Winters unable to see their facial features.

The wounds of the slightly wounded soldiers were wrapped in bandages they made themselves, many of which were soaked in blood.

The Palathus were exhausted and had no strength to speak.

Only the centurion's voice was hoarse, but it was still loud: "That monkey's butt face met us! He was in trouble! After this battle, he would have to urinate blood in the next life! He would have to split it!"

A burst of laughter rang out on the fort wall.

Winters, who was patrolling, ran into Father Kaman head-on at the southwest corner basin.

"Why are you up?" He quickly pushed Kaman to the stairs: "You are the only surgeon! Go down!"

Surgeons are rare, and because the priesthood church prohibits priests from "blooding their hands" and surgically trained priests are rarer than dogs walking upright.

The old charlatan was in the camp, and there was only one priest in the bridgehead.

With him in the medical center, the wounded were at ease regardless of life or death. Winters could not afford the loss of the doctor and priest.

"Don't spill it!" Kaman protected the silver cup in his hand, and a cloth bag with a holy badge hung on his chest: "You have to let everyone receive the holy communion?"

"Today is Sunday?" Winters was stunned, and he realized that Carman was wearing a holy piazza.

"Yes." Kaman took a small cookie from the cloth bag, dipped it in the wine in the dip cup, and handed it to the caster: "Come one?"

Winters snorted lightly, reached out and took out a handful of small cookies from his cloth bag: "I'll help myself."

While chatting and laughing, the Hurds had entered eighty meters and Mason took the lead in firing.

Seven artillery guns pushed to the northwest corner and the southwest corner bastion roared in turn.

The walnut-sized shotgun swept across the battlefield like hail, the Heds flew across the flesh and blood, and the formation was even blasted out several gaps.

The cannon was like a command gun, and the war drums roared, and the Terdun tribe shouted and rushed towards the western wall.

The drummers on the fort wall also beat the snare drums.

The musketeers walked to the wall and set up the musket. They each selected their own targets and aimed carefully.

The drum sound came to an abrupt end, and the gong sounded through the murmur: "Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A volley.

More than a dozen Hudders fell to the ground, but more Hudders followed one after another.

The drums continued, and the second team of musketeers walked to the wall.

After dozens of rounds of actual shooting, Winters no longer needs to command the rotation of tactics.

But the musketeer had just fired three times, and two "clang" sounds, and two wooden ladders had already set up on the fort wall.

The Hudds nipped the scimitar and quickly climbed towards the wall of the fort.

This is the consequence of losing the fortifications under the city, and the shooting window of long-range weapons is greatly compressed.

There were also some musketeers on the mail tower. Although their position was excellent, they were shot and killed by Hed's archers one after another.

"Sergeant Carl! Take your people to the wooden wall! Everyone else shoots freely" Winters yelled: "Spikeman! Push them down for me!"

Some of the musketeers hurriedly ran to the second wooden fort wall behind, where Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was personally in charge.

At this time, the defenders should send elite troops to rush to the enemy under the city, but the Jieshika team was no longer able to attack again.

Mason is in charge of the northwest corner ridge, Bud is in charge of the southwest corner ridge, and Winters is in charge of the west wall.

He took a spearman and picked up the log and knocked down a wooden ladder.

The Hudders fell on the ladder and patted the ashes on their bodies and climbed up again - the earth walls of the fortress were not high enough, and they would not kill anyone.

For every ladder that the Palatus pushed down, the enemy would push up three more.

The enemy also unleashed two seesaw-like equipment, and the enemy directly climbed the fort wall with bare hands.

Holding a steel knife and wearing heavy armor, Warrior Hed rushed to the fort wall, and the battle turned into a bloody battle face to face.

The Palatou people were wearing armor and the Hud people were wearing armor, and it became extremely difficult to kill the enemy - this was true for both sides.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The red-eyed people desperately poked each other's faces, armpits, and crotch, where there was no armor protection.

Anyone who falls will be stabbed to death immediately through the gap in the armor.

Winters rushed to the wall and had four scimitars in his hand, but there were still more and more Hurds around him.

The Hed also discovered that there was a Paratu soldier who was extremely fierce, and no one was his enemy.

"[Herd] The Hailie team obeyed the order!" A leader of the Red-Feeded Heard stood at a high place, pointed at Winters with a saber and shouted: "[Herd] Quickly surround the soldier!"

"QNMD!" Winters raised his hand and made a flying arrow technique.

The steel nail hit the helmet, and the red feathered Hed was knocked over.

Meanwhile, two Hedrixes crashed into Winters. He dodged one, but was hugged by the other.

"Let go!" Winters smashed the Hurd man's head with the hilt as if he was hitting a nail. He even heard the sound of bone shattering: "Let go!"

However, Hudrix's arms were like tiger pliers, tightly slamming Winters' waist and abdomen. Winters' plate armor creaked and even began to deform.

"Ah!" Hudley shouted loudly, using his ability to fall, he lifted Winters, who had been armed with more than 200 pounds, and wanted to kill Winters directly.

"Give it! Me! Loose! Hands!" Winters, who was raised into the air, roared like thunder, pulled off Hedrix's neck armor, and inserted the scimitar hard at his neck: "Die!"

Hudlix died on the spot, but still did not let go of his arm and fell down with Winters.

Winters was crushed by Hedrix's body, and more Heds rushed towards him.

"Save the Centurion!" Charles, who was more than ten meters away, shouted anxiously, swung his long spear to attack Winters.

"[Hed] stop them!" But the Red-Fedished Chief Hud struggled and got up again, shouting with blood on his face: "[Hed] surrounded him!"

Immediately several Hudds stopped the reinforcements.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Three consecutive shots of flying arrows, and the unreserved casting made Winters almost faint.

The red feather saw a cold light flashing, and the three sharp men fell down.

"[Hed] He is the God-Choose!" Hong Lingyu suddenly understood, and he yelled madly: "[Hed] Kill him! Kill that God-Choose!"

Hearing the centurion's words, the surrounding Hedgers were stunned and did not dare to approach Winters.

After hesitating for a full second, they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the "Choice" in the roar of the centurion.

It was this second that gave Winters a chance to breathe.

But the steel nails on his hand had been completely wiped out, and the Heds had already rushed into him a meter.

In despair - and in despair, Winters directly activated the flying arrow technique to Hedder's head.
To be continued...
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