At this moment, on the battlefield of blood and fire, two thousand fully armed cavalrymen were galloping, but they were hit by continuous artillery fire. Almost every minute and every second, several or even dozens of artillery shells would fall beside them, or even on their heads! Cavalrymen kept falling off their horses, and the psychological pressure brought about was extremely huge.

If it weren't for the divine spell [Hymn of Courage] that gave them extraordinary psychological endurance, the entire knight brigade would have collapsed and fled under several rounds of artillery bombardment.

Even if the human can bear it, the warhorse under him cannot!

Even so, the incoming artillery fire was still wearing away their courage bit by bit. Although the power of the fourth-ring magic was extremely terrifying, it was dispersed among 15,000 people, and only the power of the first or second-ring magic remained on them...

"These damn wizards!" A trace of fear emerged in Johnson's mind, fearing that the artillery fire would fall on his head at the next moment. He and Nord both regarded such terrifying artillery rain as wizard's magic.

"Charge, don't stop!" Johnson shouted loudly. Although he was afraid, he knew that once the cavalry started to charge in groups, they could not stop rashly. All they could do was rush over as fast as possible and defeat them all at once! With such a powerful magic, accidental injuries were also extremely serious. The only way to be safe was to rush into the ranks of the miners!

"God is with me!" The surrounding knights also gave inspiring roars, but their voices were slightly trembling.

At this moment, the miners facing them in front suddenly scattered to both sides. Johnson's pupils shrank slightly, because hiding behind them were thousands of musketeers wearing exquisite armor and holding flintlock rifles!

Stepping, raising guns, pulling bolts, thousands of people moved in unison, without a single unnecessary movement. This was also the thing they had trained the most in the past few months...

As for the cavalry rushing towards them, no one was afraid and no one hesitated. After all, how could this compare to the terrifying tide of zombies and the terrifying behemoths.

The next moment, dense gunfire rang out, and the cavalry brigade that surged like a tide was like running head-on into a solid wall, and more than 200 cavalrymen in front fell to the ground instantly.

The refined armor on their bodies did not provide much protection and was easily pierced by the ultra-high-speed lead bullets. The neighing and tragic wails of war horses rang out one after another, and the cavalrymen who fell off their horses in the front row also caused more casualties.

Johnson, who was at the forefront, was also one of the first to be hit by the muskets. However, the magic barrier surrounding him saved his life. This was a gift he received for his bravery in a certain crusade, and it was also the reason why he dared to lead the charge! However, this magic barrier that could protect against crossbow arrows had cracks on it...

Johnson didn't care. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush forward!

Especially when he saw those enemies holding strange long sticks did not continue to shoot, Johnson had already seen the dawn of victory. Obviously, such a powerful weapon could not be used continuously!

However, the slight joy only lasted for a few seconds, and then the musketeers in the front row stuffed their weapons into the back row and replaced them with new ones.

There are many different ways to use the three-stage firearm. In ancient times, both the East and the West summed up their own routines, which can be roughly divided into the Japanese three-stage firearm in which the front and back rows exchange muskets, the front row fires and the back row loads, and the Ming and European three-stage firearms in which the front and back rows rotate shooting.

These two methods have their own advantages and can be adapted to different battlefields. This time, there was no need to retreat or make a detour, so the musketeers used the former method.

Although the destructive power and deterrence of muskets were not as terrifying as artillery, they were more numerous. The short distance of just a few dozen meters was like a road of death. Every time a concentrated fire was fired, hundreds of cavalrymen fell...

The amulet Johnson hung on his chest exploded when the second round of shooting arrived. He was lucky enough to avoid the third round of shooting, but was still shot in the abdomen by the fourth round.

Fortunately, his armor was special and blocked most of the damage. Johnson was nearly knocked off his horse by the impact, but he finally managed to steady himself and endured the piercing pain. He was left with the obsession of rushing over and killing those damn miners and the wizards who cast spells!

Not to mention that he couldn't stop at all. He was less than ten meters away from the front row of musketeers. It was too late to turn his horse around! "Charge... Charge!" Johnson roared at the top of his lungs, and then he saw the musketeers in front of him pointing their guns at him.

It was only then that he realized that there was no one around him. He turned around and saw that the cavalry brigade, which had suffered heavy losses, had already fled in all directions. He was the only one who rushed to the front of the musket team! Before Johnson could even curse, he was shot into a sieve by more than a dozen muskets and fell only five or six meters away from the musket team.

Rickman felt his heart break as he watched this scene. He didn't care about Johnson's life or death, but he felt extremely sorry for the fallen cavalrymen.

You know, these two thousand cavalrymen are not all his strength, they also have to include Prince Harold’s personal guards. The loss this time is so heavy that the eldest prince must tear him apart!

"Fire back and cover the cavalry's retreat!" Rickman shouted angrily. The cavalry's charge and sacrifice were not worthless. At least they covered them from the artillery attack and reached a distance where they could use arrows and crossbows to fight back.

However, after witnessing the tragic plight of the cavalry brigade, the army of more than 10,000 people had already fallen into chaos, and several nobles prepared to flee with their men when they saw that the situation was not good.

The priests on the field tried their best to use magic to appease the army and prevented it from completely collapsing. Only Rickman's personal soldiers obeyed orders faithfully. Just as they fired a wave of arrows, continuous artillery fire fell on their heads.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting, stop!" Rickman, who was afraid of being targeted by artillery fire, quickly changed his mind.

"It seems that we have overestimated them. These people are simply a group of scattered sand..." At the same time, Lin En's figure appeared in front of everyone.

But it's also true that this legion was originally temporarily assembled from the personal soldiers of dozens of nobles. It would be a miracle if they could be dispatched and commanded at will and enforce orders.

It was fine to fight with the wind in their favor, but once the wind was against them, they would inevitably take care of themselves. The fact that they could withstand the attack of artillery and the volley of musket fire without completely collapsing was entirely due to the magic...

(End of this chapter)