"Raise your guns and shoot!"

On the hillside, white metal shields stood in rows. With a command, dense gun barrels were raised from behind the shields and opened fire.

Short bursts of fire rang out one after another, and metal bullets streaked through the atmosphere, instantly shattering the enemy's armor and breaking through the flesh, causing blood to splatter and bloom.

The soldiers in front of the Crimson Empire fell down one after another, but were quickly replaced by others.

"Quick, quick, quick! Charge while the enemy is reloading!" The mounted officer shouted with his sword raised, running on one side of the line.

The imperial soldiers at the foot of the hill also began to jog and charged upwards.

After many battles with Clancy, the Empire naturally realized the advantages and convenience of muskets. Although there was not enough production at the moment, they also summed up some general regulations to deal with musket shooting.

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

In the current era, the bow's firing rate far exceeds that of the musket, but the lack of archers limits its long-range firepower. (The emergence of the repeating rifle is a later development of firearms.)

At the foot of the undulating hillsides, soldiers dressed in iron-gray armor and black-red feather helmets surged up like a tide. The friction of the metal armor was continuous and made it difficult to breathe.

Facing the afternoon sun, the raised gun blade reflected flashes of light, forming a sea of ​​fine particles. Dry grass debris was constantly stirred up with every step, and the air was filled with tension.

Pull the bolt, insert the ammunition, reload, close it again, raise the gun, aim, and fire.

Bang!

As the butt of the gun on the shoulder rebounded, there was a sharp sound, and blood spurted out of the body of an enemy not far away, and then he struggled to his knees.

But after he fell, there were still a large number of figures behind him, and they charged forward again, shouting.

After three rounds of shooting, the soldiers of the Crimson Empire and Crancia came into close combat.

The front ranks of both sides held large steel shields, spears poised behind them like hedgehogs as they charged forward. With the infusion of magical power, the blades flashed with a sharp brilliance.

Finally, the two sides collided like trains, the front lines piercing each other, blood splattering, and thousands of lives were lost in an instant. Then the soldiers in the rear took the lead and began to fight in close combat.

Looking at the fierce and brutal battle on the hillside from afar, hundreds of nobles in crimson windbreakers appeared behind the imperial camp, and what allowed them to fly were the wings woven with blood-red magic on their backs.

The strength of these nobles of the Crimson Empire ranges from 4 to 5 in Demon Sequence. Relying on these bright red magic wings, they can flexibly break into the battlefield and cut into the back row, making it easy for them to raid, block, or escape.

Seeing these blood-winged nobles appearing behind the enemy, pairs of snow-white wings were spread out behind Clancia, and nearly a hundred angel sequence extraordinary people from the Sanctuary or Sage Academy also took off.

Although they were not as numerous as the enemy and their combat effectiveness was inferior to that of the enemy, they could at least slightly curb the enemy's attacks and reduce their own casualties.

"It's really pleasing." Looking at the White Feather priests and healers, Panside had an evil smile on his face.

He opened his right hand, and blood-colored magic emerged from the air, continuously gathering in his palm to form a twisted sphere.

Demonic blood·Red poison strangle!

As if it was a signal, the nobles in red also threw the blood-red magic balls in their hands and smashed them into the opposite position.

When it reached mid-air, a layer of light golden light curtain rose up, offsetting nearly half of the blood balls, but it was quickly corroded and dissipated. Some blood balls exploded below, and strands of dark red blood pierced in all directions. If someone was scratched and the blood shot into the body, they would immediately be poisoned.

Seeing many soldiers foaming at the mouth and falling down with convulsions, Albert frowned and no longer cared about conserving his magic power and physical strength.

"Holy White Shield, unfold!" he shouted, and then the large shield with a white background and gold edges in his hand burst into brilliance.

After hearing the order, the 600 shield guards beside him also raised their shields, activated their extraordinary cores, and cast spells together.

Golden light flowed between the shields, and then layers of light golden shields formed in the air. These shields were like transparent shield outlines stacked on top of each other, isolating the subsequent blood-colored magic bullets.

"Haha, even if it's you, Albert, how long can you hold on?"

Panside looked at the scene before him, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky. Then hundreds of nobles in red followed the earl.

Like swooping birds of prey, these crimson figures drew long arcs in the air, avoiding the fire from the muskets on the ground and going directly to the flanks and rear of the army formation.

Facing the musket troops reloading in the rear, these nobles holding blood-red swords swung their swords wantonly and easily, stirring up patches of blood.

"You all must die!"

Seeing his comrades die tragically one by one on the spot, a soldier opened his eyes wide, raised his musket, charged forward, and pulled the trigger when he was only a few meters away from the enemy.

Although this action caused a small bloodstain to appear on the enemy's body, he also paid the price of his life for it.

The narrow blood-stained sword swept past, and an unwilling head flew up. The nearly three hundred red-clad nobles entered the empty space and began to slaughter these low-ranking soldiers.

Priests wearing white wings came one after another and began to fight against the enemies, waving their white-flaming lightsabers. However, because they were outnumbered, they could only serve as a distraction.

The white flames and red swords shone against each other, and from time to time people fell from the sky, spilling blood on the spot.

As the hillside lined with white shields below was surrounded by the black and red tide, gradually dissipating and being submerged, a strange singing voice sounded in the sky.

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