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Chapter 222 The Waving Flag
Bang bang bang!
The flames suddenly appeared, the gunshots pierced through the ears, and the muskets on the deck emitted white smoke.

The archer had just strung the bowstring when he suddenly flew upside down and lay down in the bushes, unconscious.

The lion soldier behind him had cold limbs and trembling lips, "What happened?"

"Looks like that thing is a musket."

"Is this dead?"

The lions looked at each other, and they all saw the frightened expression on each other's faces.

The deputy mayor stepped forward quickly, took back the strong bow, and didn't waste equipment.

Someone bent down and went up to recover the equipment, only to find that some of the archers were dead and some of the orcs were still struggling.

The surviving man clutched the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes widened, and he wailed, "Help me, save me."

"Can it be saved? You have a big hole in your chest." The orcs were used to seeing their companions die, and based on their wounds, they immediately judged that the opponent's heart had ruptured and could not be saved.

"I can still save it, I was shot in the shoulder, and I can still run!" Some orcs got up, half of their shoulders were gone, exposing the sharp bones.

It returned to the mayor with a bow and arrow, his expression twisted, if not for his strong will, he would have already passed out.

The orcs came back with their bows. The mayor found that there were not many orcs alive. Two orcs could run away after being bandaged. Even if the other orcs were not dead, they would die sooner or later after a period of time.

"What to do, the boat is leaving."

They waited for a while and found that the ship was far away from them. Running over it would definitely reduce their physical strength, and they might be used by the cat tribe to implement fatigue tactics.

"The city can't be lost, go back to the city!" The mayor swung his sword angrily, the huge sword blade whizzed, and chopped down a tree trunk.

The lion soldiers quickly shuttled through the forest and returned to the place where the horses were hidden. The Templars rode back to the city on fast horses, and the infantry without horses took off their armor in order to speed up.

If they can't go back to the city quickly, if the city is gone, they have no place to cry.

……

The lion soldiers in Nan'an Town rode their horses anxiously, and the victims in front of the city moved a way to allow the cavalry to pass.

"The military masters are back!"

"My lord, please give me a bowl of sticky porridge, my child is hungry and faints."

"Lord mayor, please let me enter the city. My relatives are in the city. I don't ask you to give me porridge. Just let me in."

Some of the victims were begging for porridge or entering the city, but the mayor would not let them go on purpose.

In this era of famine, letting these victims into the city will only make the chaos worse.

He likes to close the city, only going out but not entering, and controlling the balance in the city.

"Get out of the way, the mayor has no time to pay attention to you!"

"That little boy in front, get out of the way, watch your head!
The lion soldier swung his sword angrily, and the kneeling little orc turned pale, his knees were like rusted iron bones, unable to stand up.

"careful!"

A middle-aged lion man reached out his hand in time, pulled the little boy by his side, and dragged the little boy away.

The little boy was terrified, and quickly said thank you, if someone hadn't pulled him, he would have been a dead soul under the horse's hooves in three seconds.

"Hmph, be careful next time!" The mayor's guard breathed out through his nostrils, extremely proud.

When the cavalry returned to the city, they were secretly relieved to see that the flag of Nan'an Town was still hanging on the wall, and the soldiers on the city were still from the same family.

"Let's go, let's go to the port area." The city lord pulled the horse rope and led people to the port area of ​​the canal.

There are two ports in An’an Town, the right port is the canal port area, which is a bit far from the main city, the mayor rode a horse, and it took 15 minutes to reach the port area.

After so many years of development in the port area of ​​Nan'an Town, a large group of buildings has already been established. Some of them are merchant cargo warehouses, and some are large shipyards.

As soon as they arrived at the port, they saw a fleet of five ships parked on the river bank of the port, the sails were tightly drawn, and there were rows of taxis standing on the deck.

The steel cannons on the ship seemed to have counted the time. As soon as the cavalry approached the river bank area of ​​the port, they immediately let out thunderous cannons.

A black shadow rushed to the sky, crossed a beautiful arc, and landed on the small mud hut of the water transport tax collector in South Bank Town.

Boom!

The mud walls of the small mud huts were like paper paste, sagging inwards, collapsing, and earth and rocks splashing.

Immediately afterwards, the other earth wall of the small mud hut collapsed, and a solid iron ball flew out.

The solid iron ball pierced through the mud hut on the second floor again, then rolled into the sand, bounced several times in a row, and rolled out of the deep pit all the way.

"hiss!"

The horse that the lion soldier stepped on neighed, and he raised his hoof and wanted to run away.

The lion soldiers had to tighten the rope, clamp the horse's belly, and forcefully subdue it with equestrian skills to calm the horse.

"This is the siege weapon of Tomorrow City?"

"We can't stop this shot from coming."

Seeing the momentum of the iron ball roaring and rolling, the lion soldiers couldn't help being frightened, and there was a gurgle of saliva in their throats.

"Dismount all, and prepare for shelling at any time!"

The mayor is also a little scared, but he can't let the enemy cross the port area.

As long as the enemy has not broken through the defense line, he can occupy the ground and defend the city.

But the enemy was much smarter than them. After the cavalry dismounted, the orc on the ship's mast suddenly raised a small red flag and shook it violently up and down like a convulsion, lest the enemy would not see it.

When the mayor saw the orc flailing the flag, he felt ominous.

In the next second, the wooden doors of several private houses in the port area opened suddenly, and cat-eared orcs in green military uniforms came out one after another.

It took them three seconds to stand in a tight line of battle, holding the already loaded flintlock guns in both hands.

In three seconds, the cavalry had no time to mount their horses, and it was impossible to race with bullets. The only thing they could do was to charge, and then charge!

If it is a commander who has experienced hot weapon warfare, the first reaction to such a surprise attack is to order the soldiers to hide behind the horse as a cover.

But they have no experience in this area. They only know that the enemy is about to shoot. Either they will die, or the enemy will shoot sideways and be hacked to death by their lightning charges.

"preparation--"

With a cold face, Natasha aimed her gun at the cavalry within a hundred meters and pressed the trigger heavily.

"shooting!"

Bang bang bang!
A single row of firearms emitted bright flames, and the bullets flew over at once, hitting 39 Templar knights and more than forty ordinary cavalry along the way.

The mortal body couldn't stop the [-]mm righteous lead bullets at all. The bras of all the cavalry burst, and there was a big hole in their chest.

South Bank Town is a remote and backward town. There are 39 Templar knights working for the town mayor, which is beyond Natasha's expectation.

It's a pity that they met Natasha. She calculated that the enemy's horses were not many, and the first soldiers who rushed over must be cavalry, and the infantry were still on their way.

The first shot when the door was opened just now was to scare the cavalry back or startle them off their horses.

After dismounting, it was time for the Musketeers to shoot and kill. This short period of time was enough for the Orcs to shoot and kill the enemy in a linear battle.

The orcs of all races looked at the lion soldier lying in a pool of blood, and their hearts were pounding.

They never thought that those once admirable templars would be taken away by a cold bullet.

(End of this chapter)