Chapter 483: The Destruction of the Allied Forces
Viscount Frey's heart suddenly skipped a beat for no reason, and the extremely bad feeling made him feel cold all over.
The next moment, all the wailing sounds seemed to be paused, and the air suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was stunned.
It seemed like something was falling from the sky. Viscount Frey opened his eyes wide, but could not see anything. However, when those things fell to the ground, they created ripples.
Just like rain falling on the lake, splashing water.
Red water splash.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the soldiers and their armor were shattered into pieces, like a mist, carrying a fishy smell that swept across the entire army formation in an instant from the front.
Like a storm blowing across the sea.
But all this happened without any sound, as quiet as a flower blooming.
Every time it bloomed, a group of people fell to the ground. No one was afraid, no one was wailing, and everyone looked at the dancing flesh and blood in front of them with confusion in their eyes.
What on earth was going on? Viscount Frey drew his command knife, but the order was stuck in his throat.
What order should he give? Attack? Where is the enemy?
Hide? Where to hide?
He held his knife in confusion, like a child trying to block the wind and rain with a stick.
The wind and rain stopped.
People looked around in confusion, dazed and stupid. The blood splashed on their faces flowed down into their mouths. The fishy sweet taste made their dull souls return to their bodies.
It was as if they had had a nightmare and when they woke up they found themselves in hell.
Fear instantly enveloped every confused soul, and the soldiers vented the fear that was overflowing everywhere with the most hysterical behavior.
Everyone went crazy. Dissonant screams accompanied by crying and laughter sounded simultaneously. Those who still retained their sanity tremblingly took out their rifles and put them to their throats. The crazy people danced on their own in the flesh and blood.
Viscount Frey was gasping for breath. He was like a fish that was suddenly pulled ashore from the water. He was surrounded by the air he desired the most, but he seemed to be drowning.
Trembling, he took out the telescope, trying to find out where the enemy was and trying to understand what was happening.
"Calm down, calm down, the blow has stopped. They must have some limitations. Analyze, think, and think!!"
He held the telescope and searched around randomly. His narrow field of vision was shattered by his trembling hands. It was impossible for him to find the enemy.
But fate seemed to really favor him. Viscount Frey's fingers suddenly stopped, and he really saw a figure far away through the telescope.
The man was tall and strong, and was turning his head to say something. Viscount Frey opened his eyes wide and tried to see what he was saying by his lip movements.
"Look, think, you can do it, you can do it, you can definitely do it!!"
The paranoid will caused the high wall of reality to tremble for a moment, and Viscount Frey seemed to hear the sound of waves in his ears. Those were ripples in the sea of unconsciousness. He actually heard the other party's words.
"—— Calibration shooting completed, start fire coverage."
The telescope slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and mixed with the blood and flesh.
Viscount Frey's will broke through the high wall of reality and gained the recognition of the Sea of Unconsciousness. In time, he will become another extraordinary person, transcending the constraints of reality and traveling in another world.
Unfortunately, at this moment, the whistling bullets brought him back to reality.
Like the final chapter of a symphony, the entire coalition's position was instantly boiling! Bullets fell, blood and flesh flew, like a carnival.
If the extraordinary is a collision of wills, then Castel's will is cold steel, which falls equally on everyone's head, and no matter whether it is flesh and blood, armor, shelter or an extraordinary person underneath, they will all be torn apart equally.
The sound of the sea tide that sounded in Viscount Frey's ears faded away in an instant, but the whistling of bullets cutting through the air became louder and louder.
He closed his eyes.
A bullet pierced through his forehead, and the brain in his noble head was no different from that of other soldiers, splattering evenly on the ground beneath his feet.
He, his ambitions and dreams were pressed into the mud.
The wailing sounds all around stopped immediately, like the sound of a duck being strangled by the neck. No one was afraid anymore, no one wavered anymore. All the conspiracies, tricks, noble and base were mixed into a pulp and could not be separated.
It only took three minutes from the first howl to the complete silence now.
There is a one-minute calibration shooting, but the actual bullet storm only lasts about two minutes.
The coalition forces had absolutely no time to react. They did not find the enemy from beginning to end, and did not even know what attacked them. They only saw the Grim Reaper's scythe quietly swung by, and the most powerful coalition forces in the North were destroyed silently.
There was no back and forth tug of war, no fearless attack and heroic resistance, no battle of wits and courage, no hesitation and choice, only unstoppable death.
When the first musketeers appeared on the battlefield, the knights shouted their old oaths and charged forward in the hail of bullets, ending an era with their blood and lives.
In the next era, even this curtain call won’t be seen.
From the moment the factory began to swallow raw materials and spit out steel, the future of victory had been written. All Castell's soldiers had to do was come here and take their laurels with the steel in their hands.
Industry will change the world in ways that people cannot understand. People will either learn from it step by step and try to understand the indescribable existence, or be destroyed in madness and be crushed into mud by the wheels of steel along with the previous era.
Before people in this world are ready for change, the world will become something they don't recognize.
At this moment, the people who are at the center of the vortex have not yet realized how fast everything is moving.
When the bullet fell, Hunter felt a black screen before his eyes.
His carriage was specially sent by his family. The doors and the compartments were inlaid with iron plates, which could not only prevent stray arrows or musket bullets on the battlefield, but also did not affect the comfort. Hunter could even sit in it and read a book during the march.
The flying bullets tore the carriage into pieces without much effort, and the collapsed carriage hit Hunter hard, burying him underneath.
The iron-plated doors did not help him block the bullets, but the suspension steel beams of the carriage chassis did.
Hunter's family was quite prominent and spared no expense on the carriage, which unexpectedly saved Hunter's life.
He could only hear the ping-pong sounds above his head, which were the collisions of bullets and steel, like rain falling on the stained glass of a church, crisp and pleasant.
Hunter didn't know what was happening. When he reacted, everything was quiet. There was no sound around him, only the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger.
The battlefield went from calm to chaos and then back to calm in just a few minutes.
It was as if some raindrops fell randomly from the sky, or an occasional flash of hail, and before you could notice it, everything was over.
The coalition forces of the three archdukes were completely destroyed.
(End of this chapter)
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