Chapter 536 Rebellion 4

The sound of footsteps accompanied by the rustling of leaves came from far away, gradually getting closer and closer to the camp.

Victor counted silently in his heart.

The first wave of enemies - probably the cannon fodder mentioned by the intelligence officer Brundy - they held long spears or held one-handed swords, carefully groped to the vicinity of the lord's camp, and everyone half-crouched and moved forward little by little.

Many of them had very poor eyesight at night and could only vaguely see things a little farther away, but they could not disobey the master's orders, and there were also heavy rewards, which made these people a little bolder.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Continuous explosions sounded from the lord's camp, and huge flames and smoke suddenly spewed out, as if it was the scythe of the god of death. At that moment, the camp was illuminated by these flames as bright as day, and those who were close to the lord's camp fell to the ground one by one.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The shrill screams rang out instantly and continued to echo in the woods.

The tragic experience of their companions effectively frightened those who tried to approach the lord's camp. They began to fear and began to hesitate.

"Grayman's troops are still there."

Fergus and others who were supervising the battle not far away were overjoyed.

They stayed at a safe distance. The burst of fire just now was indeed scary, but as long as Graman was still there, he could kill them with the advantage of numbers.

"Bow and arrow! Shoot at the camp with bows and arrows!"

There was a sound of clattering, and those who could use arrows drew their bows and shot arrows, attacking the lord's territory.

The arrows flew over his head, making a whizzing sound. Paul bit his lips tightly, anxiously waiting for the end of the rain of arrows. Beside him, Ladi closed her eyes tightly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Six o'clock!" Ladi suddenly shouted.

Several guards immediately extended their gun barrels in the direction she pointed out, concentrating on identifying the moving black shadow. After a few gunshots, the black shadow fell to the ground.

Unlike the enemies they were fighting, the guards of the lord's mansion were strictly selected, and their eyesight at night was excellent.

The rebels' long-range attack was not effective, because Victor ordered the lights in the camp to be extinguished early in the morning, and everyone had found shelter, so their arrows were all in vain.

Some people tried to sneak up to the camp to throw torches or light some flammable materials, but they were knocked down by muskets at a long distance, as if something was staring at them. After paying several lives in a row, no one dared to do this.

After nearly twenty minutes of blind shooting, the rebels finally stopped shooting arrows.

"Everyone, charge!" Fergus shouted, and at the same time raised his sword and swung it fiercely in the air.

"Follow me!" A well-dressed strong man in armor took the lead, holding his double-edged broadsword and charging towards the lord's camp.

"Kill!"

A large number of people came out of the woods, either by moonlight or holding torches, and followed the strong man to charge. In fact, there were people charging towards Paul from all directions. Unlike the cannon fodder in the first wave of scouting, they all had basic protection, and many of them even wore metal armor. This group of people were the forces raised by the various families participating in the rebellion.

"A large number of enemies are approaching from all directions!"

Ladi's voice was also a little nervous.

Without her reminder, everyone had already judged this situation from the enemy's footsteps and shouts.

"The most dangerous time is coming!" Paul shouted to everyone: "Everyone, I am very honored to have a group of loyal subordinates like you. After this battle, everyone will receive a reward of at least 5,000 silver shields, and the families of the victims will receive an additional 5,000 silver shields. Our call for help has been sent, and the reinforcements will arrive after dawn. Before that, please fight hard and kill the traitors who dare to approach us."

"Long live Graman!"

"Alda will live forever!"

Paul's words boosted the spirits of the guards and their morale. They shouted slogans under the leadership of Victor.

When the camp was about to be surrounded, a large number of grenades were thrown from the hands of the guards, and the fuses burned rapidly in the air, and the grenades exploded before they landed.

Driven by the rapidly expanding gas, a large amount of debris shot out in all directions and embedded itself into the flesh of nearby people. The exposed, unprotected faces, arms, and legs had no resistance to these tiny things. The debris easily created wounds that were not fatal for the time being but could cause great pain to the owner of the body.

"Hiss~hiss~"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"I need help!"

The grenade caused the charging rebels to fall into chaos.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Seeing this, Paul's guards immediately raised their guns and fired, focusing on those who were not injured or whose injuries did not affect their movements.

The rebels were baptized by hot weapons for the first time, and they did not have enough psychological preparation beforehand. They even thought that the protective gear on their bodies could defend against the lord's muskets.

The firepower of the guards of the lord's palace is very intensive. They adopt the method of having some people responsible for shooting and some people responsible for loading. The sound of gunfire is continuous. Every time it sounds, it means that someone in the rebel army has lost the ability to fight, which is more likely to happen. It's about to die.

After half an hour of continuous assault, the rebels' charging frenzy was finally curbed.

After receiving such a result, Fergus and Old Warren, who were commanding from behind, became furious.

"Trash! They are all trash! A few muskets can beat you to this."

Fergus's only memory of muskets was during the crusade against pirates. At that time, Paul had just tinkered with a matchlock gun for craftsmen to make. The soldiers held such muskets, fired a few rounds to frighten the enemy, and then immediately let the spearmen charge to kill the frightened enemy.

But since he left Huxin Town, he knew nothing about the subsequent development of firearms.

He didn't know that the reloading speed, durability, range, and accuracy of the musket had all undergone qualitative changes compared to when they first appeared.

"Graiman's dark magic!"

Old Warren thought so. Compared to Fergus, his knowledge of firearms was basically zero.

He called his son Chacon over, "My child, the day you were born, the priest in the town said that you had been blessed by the Lord of Light and would be able to restrain Graiman's evil magic. Go, for the sake of the family and Heavenly Father Glory, go and fight!”

Looking at his father, Chacon nodded heavily.