Chapter 512 Gatling Gunshot
Gwen held the sword, shook off the blood on it, and gasped for breath.
She raised her head and tried to figure out where Isaac was.
Gatling's gun still didn't fire.
Heavy machine gun bullets are very precious. It is almost impossible for them to get supplies here. After using them all up, the Gatling gun will become scrap metal. Isaac himself does not have many bullets, so they must use them in the most critical places.
Before the battle, Isaac had agreed with her that if Grand Duke Longya's large army arrived, or the resistance was completely defeated and the situation reached the point where they had to intervene, Isaac would open fire.
There is no gunfire now, which means the situation is not that bad.
Gwen shook his head to shake off the mud mixed with blood and sweat, and tried to open his eyes wide to look at the enemy in front of him.
Her vision went dark and she felt like she had reached her limit. If she fought for one more second, she would die - this feeling had lasted for half an hour.
Despite her exhaustion, she dragged her gradually stiffening body and gritted her teeth to persevere on the battlefield.
The sound of heavy machine gun fire hasn't been heard yet, so we can still hold on.
Gwen looked up at the enemy in front of her.
These cavalrymen were wearing light armor and had muskets hanging around their waists. They were currently engaging in close combat with the resistance forces.
Gwen thought that these cavalrymen would be like Basel's pistol cavalry, relying on their mobility to circle around them, but that was not the case.
They just fired a shot from a distance, and then rushed up and fought regardless of anything.
Two horsemen targeted Gwen and charged at him, their raised swords dripping with blood.
Gwen took a deep breath, ignoring the pounding heart that was about to explode, and forced out the last bit of strength in his muscles, and rushed forward - swinging the sword.
A shining white streak streaked across the air, cutting the cavalry in front in half, armor and body. The blood poured all over Gwen out of inertia, staining her already dark red armor with another layer of bright red.
The cavalry behind had no intention of stopping and had already swung their swords.
Gwen only took a glance and knew she couldn't avoid it.
She had no choice but to throw away her weapon and use her arm to block the long sword. The blade and her gauntlet collided and sparks flew, and then the cavalryman and his horse slammed into her.
Gwen leaned back on the ground with her feet and was hit half a foot into the ground. Veins popped out all over her body. She gritted her teeth and shouted as she resisted the impact. She reached out and pulled the knight down. With her other hand, she grabbed the horse's head and hit them against each other. Then the stools in both hands went limp.
"Damn it, am I really a superhuman?" Gwen gasped. "That shouldn't be the case. Why don't I remember having any contact with superhumans? Maybe these enemies are too weak?"
She supported herself on her knees and relaxed a little, the fatigue seemed to subside a little, she picked up her sword and raised her head to look for the next enemy.
There are no more enemies.
The only ones standing around were the resistance fighters. Some of them were holding spears and straight swords, while others were mechanically loading their muskets. Then they raised their guns, but didn't know where to aim.
The ground was littered with enemy corpses, densely packed. Gwen had never thought that a few hundred people were so many. Sometimes there were hundreds of people in a village, but the corpses in front of him almost formed a mountain.
None of these cavalrymen fled, and no one was afraid. They were clearly equipped with muskets and swords, but they chose to charge directly after firing.
The longsword has never been the main weapon of cavalry, but lances and spears are. The longsword is only used for self-protection, just like the crossbowman's sword.
These cavalrymen were very strange. Their eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. It was as if they had a deep hatred for the resistance army and were determined to fight them to the end no matter what.
But at least, at least they won.
I can ask Isaac about this kind of thing later. Anyway, the cavalry has been wiped out, so we just need to reunite now.
A smile appeared on Gwen's tired face. She bent down and prepared to find a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off the sword.
But the next moment, her smile froze on her face.
The sound of heavy machine gun fire rang out.
Like a sudden rainstorm, it became one piece.
She stood up stiffly and turned her neck to look into the distance.
The densely packed army was endless, and they pressed forward with weapons in hand, their eyes red.
Another train came rumbling down the railway.
The expeditionary forces skillfully used flag signals to slow down the train, which eventually stopped in front of a brand new fortress.
"Wow, it was built very quickly. This fortress looks quite decent now."
"Actually, it's just a showpiece now, Mr. Erwin. It will take more than 20 days for the concrete to completely solidify, but after a few days it will basically have a good strength." Kyle came forward and shook hands with Erwin.
Erwin pulled his pale hand out of Kyle's with a grin, looked at Kyle's strong bear-like physique, and chose to forget about it.
"This is the last train. The Lord has determined that the supplies here are sufficient for the time being. You can now turn the train back and bring back information. If you have any needs, you can also let them know."
"The needs are actually not bad. We have no shortage of supplies. The biggest problem now is that we can't find the people. We have searched for the resistance army, Grand Duke Longya, and Count Bazel for several days but have not found any trace of them."
As they talked, the two walked forward, gradually leaving the train and heading towards the expeditionary force's temporary camp.
The expeditionary forces in charge of unloading opened the car doors skillfully and carried boxes of supplies down from the carriages.
No one noticed that a little girl with white hair quietly poked her head out from under the train carriage.
Gwen looked around vigilantly. The expeditionary forces seemed to be busy with their own affairs. She raised her eyes and looked up into the air.
"Don't look at it anymore. Just come out without worry. No one will notice you here." The unicorn stamped its hoof impatiently and pointed its horn at the fortifications on the side: "Just run over there. There's no one there."
Gwen nodded, gathered his strength, and with a few leaps he passed through the piles of supplies on both sides of the track and rushed into the newly built fortifications that were waiting to be solidified.
As she hid herself, her friends appeared in the air one by one.
"What should we do next? Where can we find the resistance? You just heard it. Even the expeditionary force couldn't find them."
"have no idea."
"have no idea."
"have no idea."
The friends immediately started shouting and making a lot of noise, but nothing was of any use.
Gwen stretched out her hand in annoyance, pointing at the girl in bright silver armor who was leaning on a long sword: "Little Gwen, you have been silent all this time, so there must be a solution, right?"
(End of this chapter)
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