Gil looked at the embarrassed warriors around him with a miserable expression on his face. He was very unhappy to come here, but the soldiers who had searched all the living people did not agree.
They ferociously dragged themselves out of the safe gap, and at the same time, they also pulled out all the people hiding in other places who did not want to go up and die like themselves. They used knives and words to make Gil stand on the ramp of the charge again.
Down.
His hands were empty, and the previous weapons had long been lost. The knights standing on the opposite deck were holding something strange in their hands, facing the ramp he was about to rush up. The black hole-like muzzles made him feel
Very bad.
The people in the front row collected several large shields and stacked them together. This was their only protection. In order to cheer themselves up, they roared a few times together. The soldiers ran left and right, and they seemed to be discussing something.
Stefano told his few soldiers: "When the machine gun is attracted by the infantry in front, you can roll up from the side. You must be fierce and rush directly into their ranks! Use this kind of weapon."
The person should be a mage guard. You have all seen what a mage guard looks like."
The soldiers showed cruel smiles.
"Understood, as long as we break through the formation, we will win."
"Yes, fight well. If you fight well, we will be rewarded in the future! Maybe we can even share two girls with tender skin and tender flesh!"
Rewards and women, this direct stimulation finally allowed these bandits to regain a little bit of their fighting spirit.
"Okay, let's go prepare ourselves. Remember, just jump into the formation."
"clear!"
Gil stood in the team preparing to charge, and the people behind him slashed the people at the end of the team with the backs of their swords, driving them onto the charging ramp like animals.
The movement on the deck was noticed and a loud warning was issued:
"Kneel down and surrender immediately! Otherwise, shoot without mercy!"
His answer was a cry: "Charge forward!"
The shouts of the warriors as they charged rang out from the wooden ramp. The shouts were as loud as ever, just like when they charged at other prey. However, another emotionless voice instantly overshadowed it.
Just when he was halfway through the rush, Gil slipped and fell off the board. He was lying next to the ramp when he heard the terrible sound from before. The fighting spirit he finally mustered up again disappeared in an instant. What kind of battle?
Victory has been completely forgotten from his mind, and now he just wants to live.
Without hesitation, Jill held her head and huddled under the wooden board that built the ramp.
"Why, why is this happening?"
He held his head and lay on the ground obediently, trying hard not to attract anyone's attention. The sound of something tearing the air passed over his head. Red liquid flowed in from the gaps in the wooden boards, making him confused.
It was all over his body, and the rust-like smell kept getting into his nose. He raised his hands to pinch his nose, but found that his palms were all red. Only then did he come to his senses: the deck where he was sitting,
Already covered in thick red!
He wanted to crawl out of this terrible place and hide in the gap. As soon as he raised his head, he saw that the wooden boards outside were covered with foam of unknown substance.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head. A hand came down from the ramp. Without thinking much, Jill pushed the hand away and tried to get out. With just a slight touch, the hand fell from the ramp to the ground and shouted.
There was a snap. He immediately realized: those warriors above him were the warriors who had just rushed onto the deck. Now, they were all dead.
He let out a shout, stood up, and was about to run to another place. A knight saw a moving figure here. He moved the muzzle of his gun slightly, and saw the figure suddenly trembled and jumped out.
.
Stefano and his soldiers took advantage of the moment when the infantry attracted machine gun fire and reached another small boat on the edge of the deck. During the machine gun fire, they lay motionless on the ground, their faces wiped with smudges from
The blood on the ground looked like a corpse with no abnormality.
They are waiting for an opportunity to pounce. From here, they pounce on those terrifying rapid-fire weapons with four tubes. If they can seize this weapon and turn the muzzle of the gun to shoot at them, the outcome is uncertain.
!
They watched the infantrymen on the front being knocked down and flying away, and the continuous firepower from the two flaming weapons almost made him feel despair - there was absolutely no chance of a breakthrough from the front.
He whispered to the people around him: "You must move quickly later. The moving speed of that kind of weapon is not very good. If you don't get pointed by the pipe, there is no threat! Kill all the people as soon as you get up, and then turn around and face the people on the other side of the deck."
Just hit anyone! I have observed carefully, there is a hook on these weapons, and they can be fired by pulling them!"
Click!
"Reload the machine gun! Cover!"
This shout reached Stefano's ears.
"Opportunity! Follow me!"
Stefano mustered up his fighting spirit, jumped up high, and threw himself towards the deck. He had already drawn out his long knife and used all his strength. He felt that he would definitely succeed with this knife!
His men also rushed over one after another, pulling out bloody red afterimages in the air!
"Aha! Let's die...?"
Stefano, who was flying in the air, thought he could see the panicked expressions of the mage guards. This kind of visual enjoyment before killing the opponent was always so wonderful, but this time, the opponent's reaction made him a little confused:
Why did these people sitting on the bench suddenly show excited smiles? It was as if they were watching others eating a big meal, and the hungry people suddenly received a sumptuous anonymous takeaway!
He suddenly realized that things were not simple.
The big men on the gun emplacement who were only wearing breastplates suddenly lit up with the brilliance of fighting spirit. They picked up a cylinder at hand and swung it toward them!
Before he even had time to curse, Stefano wanted to stop and run away from here: What is going on with these high-level knights on the secondary turret? The mage guards should not be the weak ones who can only rely on the magic equipment given by the mage to survive.
Cannon fodder used as a human shield for the mages to buy time?
"Why do these high-level knights come here to become sailors if they can't do anything good? Even if I don't use that terrible weapon, I can't beat them! It's too late to run, so I have to fight!"
This dazzling light stung Stefano so much that he could hardly open his eyes. The black shadow that was almost invisible hit the long knife in his hand. The long knife that he had poured all his strength into was bent into a terrifying shape on the spot.
The arc finally couldn't hold on anymore and broke with a crash. The thick black shadow continued unabated and hit him hard on the head.
Leonardo looked back and said, "Oh, I actually let them pick up a few."
He turned back and looked at the deck covered with flesh and blood in front of him: "It's so miserable. Why didn't you listen to them when you called them to surrender?"
A knight next to him showed an expression that made him want to vomit: "Even for Nazwa, it's so miserable to be beaten like this. I don't want to eat meat anymore."
"Shut up! Stop talking!"
Another knight roared.
At this time, a man emerged from the turret behind them and waved: "Captain, Polu asked us if we want to go down and clean up the battlefield?"
"No, the environment below is not suitable. There is no need to take this risk. There should not be many people alive. We can just wait for the battlefield over there to end. There is no rush to clean up the battlefield. We can't run away in the cold anyway.
Lose."
His eyes crossed the bloody deck and looked at the key points of the battlefield in the distance.