Chapter 538 Rebellion 6

Chacon stared intently at the lord's camp, feeling both excited and frightened.

In the previous charges, he could clearly see the tragic scenes of those unlucky guys being hit. Chacon, who had never had to worry about food and clothing since he was a child, had very good eyesight at night. He saw with his own eyes that a person's head was hit by something unknown. Something was opened, maybe it was the little thing Fergus called a bullet.

But he did not dare to disobey his father's orders.

So before he charged, he put on his family's ancestral full-body armor. The armor was polished very finely and shone brightly in the moonlight.

This is armor made of fine steel. Even the sharpest sword cannot break its defense. Chacon is confident that he can use it to rush into the lord's camp, take off the cruel lord's dog head and hug the beauty. Return, just like in the brave adventure novels - if that Miss Setia is still safe and sound.

He held the big sword in both hands and walked forward with a clang.

"Everyone, listen, after I give the order, you all charge with me. This time we must expel the evil being who has been possessed by the devil from the world!"

He raised the sword high in his hand.

"Victory! It will definitely belong to us!"

Because of this set of family armor, Chacon now looks very good and very powerful. In addition, he is the second son of the highly prestigious Valen family. His appearance suddenly restored the slump caused by repeated failed charges. morale.

"Kill the tyrant!"

"Fuck Greiman!"

"Justice will prevail!"

The desperadoes raised by the major families shouted together in a frantic manner. After all, there were only about fifty people on the other side.

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"They are preparing to charge again!"

La Di reminded everyone loudly.

After being repulsed several times in a row, the rebels once again gathered their men and surrounded them.

"Damn, how many of them are there?"

Paul was a little scared and wondered if he should choose a direction to break out.

No matter how low the opponent's morale is and how rubbish their combat effectiveness is, there is no reason for the opponent to retreat if our side just stays in place and defends motionlessly.

If something unexpected happened to the letter asking for help, and the reinforcements were delayed, the ammunition, food, and fresh water on our side would always be exhausted, while the rebels' energy sources would be continuously replenished, and their people would also be exhausted. Can take turns to rest.

But this area is so unfamiliar to him, and the rebels have been planning for so long, so every road may be littered with traps.

While heaven and man were at war in his mind, a crazy howl came from the depths of the woods, vaguely accompanied by many slogans.

"Okay, come on then, I'm not afraid of you!"

Paul reluctantly raised his pistol. In the previous battle, he used this gun to kill five people.

There was still some residual heat on the gun, even though it had just been soaked in water for a while and then wiped dry.

The previous high-intensity battles had made many people's gun barrels hot to the touch. Fortunately, each guard had two guns, and the relatively low temperature at night also helped dissipate heat.

However, due to the heat of the gun barrels and the cover of the trees, the rebels had broken into the camp several times. Fortunately, they were at the end of their strength and retreated under the heroic counterattacks of the guards, but Paul's side also Almost everyone was injured.

The rebels once again surrounded him.

Victor opened his eyes when he saw the charging enemy troops, and then patted the "sniper" Egram beside him who had just loaded the rifle with ammunition.

"Did you see that guy burning buns?"

"Lord Victor, are you talking about the glowing guy?" The moon gave Chacon's exquisite armor a mysterious and elegant glow.

"Yes, it's that idiot. Save the bullets first, and kill him later when he gets into range."

"As you command, Lord Victor."

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"assault!"

Chacon shouted, quickly opened his legs, raised his sword, and started to charge while dragging his heavy armor.

"Kill!" His accomplices followed him and ran towards the lord's camp.

Bright flames flashed in the lord's camp again, and just like the previous times, one traitor after another was knocked to the ground by bullets.

Chacon tried hard not to look at the miserable plight of those unlucky people, forcing his eyes to stare at Graiman's camp.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something hit his abdomen. The force was so great that Chacon, who was charging hard, stopped abruptly.

Wow! It hurts!

Chacon suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his abdomen had been hit by a big hammer.

There was a clang, his armor clanking, and Chacon suddenly fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

He carefully stretched out his hand and slowly groped the armor's belly.

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Fortunately, there is no damage! This shows that the thing called the bullet has not penetrated inside.

After Chacon took a few breaths, he endured the discomfort in his abdomen and stood up again.

"Hit the tyrant!"

he shouted, joining the charging crowd again.

"Damn it! Can't your marksmanship be more accurate?"

Victor, the captain of the guard, scolded his subordinates holding rifles in anger.

"Sir Victor, I'm sorry!" Guard Aigram apologized while loading the ammunition neatly, "But I should have hit him just now, look at his kneeling action just now."

Well, Victor thought helplessly, maybe the quality of the other party's armor was too good, or maybe the darkness of the night affected the gunman's judgment of the distance, so that the force was already very small when he hit the target.

"I swear that the next shot will definitely kill him." Aigram said viciously.

Several people found Chacon shrouded in moonlight and fired at him as a target.

But this guy was so lucky that no one else hit him.

Chacon was about to run to the side of the barricade, and Aigram had just loaded the ammunition.

In a flash, a shocking tongue of fire suddenly shot out from Paul's side, like a giant python attacking its prey, and the flame shot at Chacon with a whoosh - the green-haired witch took action.

Chacon, who was baptized by fire, seemed to be covered with grease, and the fire quickly spread to his whole body.

"Oh! No-no-!"

Chacon threw away the sword in his hand and slapped himself in fear, with such force that his armor made a clacking sound.

However, it was useless. The amazing heat quickly transmitted to his flesh along the metal armor.

"Ah-ah-ah-!!!"

In less than a minute, Chacon could no longer do anything that could be called rational. He fell to the ground and rolled around randomly just because of the stress reaction to the pain.

If someone approached him, they would definitely be able to smell something coming from the full body armor.

This armor that was supposed to protect him has now become a cage that traps him.