At this very moment, Li Yuanba was leading more than 1,000 men in an attack on the Rakshasa Kingdom's infantry.

Li Yuanba was an incredibly brave fellow.

Accompanied by deafening cannon fire.

The entire ground was shaking.

Sheffield and Nicholas saw Li Yuanba charging towards them, and they knew that if they didn't run, they would really die.

No matter how their personal guards tried to stop them, they were determined to run.

Dozens of bodyguards surrounded Sheffield.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"I'm feeling unwell, I'm sick, I can't fight this battle anymore." Sheffield was just as hypocritical as Nikolai.

Nikolai said he had a stomachache and diarrhea.

Sheffield said he was sick.

"Sir, with a formidable enemy at hand, you cannot retreat in the face of battle."

"Sir, the brothers are counting on you to make a name for themselves."

"As all the officers and brothers know, if we don't fight this battle well, we won't have the chance to plunder the Great Xia Dynasty."

The reason these people surrounded Sheffield and Nicola so closely was not for any other reason than to show their faces in this battle.

If they can win this battle.

His Majesty the Tsar might be pleased and soon send them to the Great Xia Dynasty.

In the eyes of these people.

Oh dear, a dynasty is a land overflowing with gold.

Many people were preparing to drive horse-drawn carriages to bring back the gold, cartload after cartload.

Sheffield was furious as he was surrounded by his dozens of men.

"I told you, I'm sick today, I can't fight this battle, get out of my way."

But none of these dozens of people moved aside.

Instead of moving aside, they pulled on the reins of Sheffield's horse, hoping Sheffield would lead the charge.

"You idiots, are you going to move aside or not?"

Sheffield roared.

These people still wouldn't let us through.

Enraged, Sheffield drew his gun and pointed it at the men in front of him.

"I'll count to three, you bastards. If you don't get out of the way, I'm going to shoot."

"Don't blame me when that time comes."

But everyone still stood there.

"Sir, you actually intend to shoot us?" Before one of the bodyguards could finish speaking, Sheffield pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, a bullet struck the man directly in the forehead.

Instantly, a round bullet hole appeared in the guy's head.

The bullet entered through his heart and exited through the back of his skull.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it.

However, no one backed down.

"Sir, it will take a lot of time to reload your gun."

"Do you really want to kill all of us?"

Sheffield was trembling with rage, probably because he was terrified.

"If you guys want to die, then go die yourselves. I'm not going to go with you," Sheffield roared until his voice was hoarse.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Look, those Frenchmen are retreating!"

"Our chance has come."

"Sheffield is a coward, let's charge!"

In their view, continuing to entangle themselves with Sheffield would be pointless.

Now that things have come to this, we might as well hurry up and kill more enemies.

Soon, the crowd surged forward like a tide.

Just then, a deafening explosion rang out once again.

It wasn't just Li Yuanba who rushed into the crowd and kept firing cannons.

The seven or eight vehicles behind Li Yuanba also rushed into the crowd and opened fire.

These seven or eight vehicles carried not only dozens of cannons, but also hundreds of muskets.

Gunfire erupted everywhere.

Amidst the crowd, plumes of blood mist rose one after another.

Those who had just been rushing forward without a care in the world were all dumbfounded.

Li Yuanba, carrying a cannon, could easily kill hundreds and injure thousands with a single shot.

Behind him, the khaki-colored guns and cannons roared in unison.

The destructive power of these guns and cannons was in no way less than that caused by Li Yuanba.

After firing more than a dozen shots, Li Yuanba swung the Tsar Cannon and charged into the crowd.

The Tsar's cannon danced in his hands, leaving afterimages.

Anyone who stood in front of the Tsar's cannons would die instantly upon contact.

Li Yuanba's Wanli Yunyanzhao (a type of acrobatic chariot) was extremely fast.

Many people have also been killed by horses.

Meanwhile, Li Yuanba's 1,000 cavalrymen were advancing steadily forward.

They advanced while firing.

A hail of bullets flew toward the enemy.

These Russian soldiers fell to the ground in droves.

All that awaits them is death.

The Russian soldiers were in complete chaos.

Their fighting ability was no match for that of Louis XIV's men.

Hundreds of thousands of people retreated frantically.

Many died from fighting and trampling each other.

Sheffield and Nicola chuckled to themselves when they saw it.

"You dogs."

"I told you to run, but you didn't. Now look what's happened."

"They're chasing after you and beating you up."

Sheffield and Nicola rode at the very front of the procession.

No matter where they run, in short, staying here is certain death.

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