our family is gone

Three-stage shooting is a very common tactic in the musket formation. Under the operation of a skilled gunner, continuous firepower can be obtained.

But this also depends on making adjustments based on on-site conditions.Basically there are several types.

One is that the first row only shoots, and those behind only load ammunition. This has been used in previous battlefields, because there were many recruits at that time, and it was difficult for them to complete loading alone when facing the enemy, so this was needed.

At the same time, it is also suitable for holding the position, because the gun moves and the person does not move.

As for the second type of three-stage shooting, there are actually only two columns. When the first column is finished shooting, it runs behind the third column to reload, and after the second column is shot, it runs back to the first column.

It is said to be a three-stage attack, but the "three" is an imaginary number, referring to several teams shooting alternately.

The actual situation will change according to the battlefield environment. It may be two teams, or it may be four, five or six teams.

Originally, it seemed that the appearance of the two hundred or so people was three-stage attack, but none of these were applicable to the current situation.

Because most of the first round of shooting was blocked by the guards holding up their shields, it meant that they needed to be placed closer to shoot through the enemy's armor.

Then focus your firepower!

"Load the ammunition behind the first column and let them come over to prepare for a volley."

The commanders of these musketeers are not slow. The ever-changing battlefield conditions require them to change their tactics according to the situation.

This is the importance of grassroots command. Similarly, Lance will not do such stupid things as "move the gun position forward twenty yards".

In fact, after the first round of gunners finished shooting, they retreated to the back in an orderly manner and reloaded without any instructions. The second and third rounds set up their guns but did not fire rashly to continue the firepower.

The guards didn't know why the other side didn't fire, but they could only charge hard.

Now they are trapped animals with no choice but to fight their way out.

Also because of this gap, the crossbowmen among the Guards who had just fired a round had finished loading and were ready to continue shooting to weaken the enemy.

A crossbowman had just set up his crossbow machine, but the next second a gunshot rang out in the wilderness beside the road. The crossbowman was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He looked down and saw that his chest was stained with blood.

Soon, I felt that all my strength was drained from my body, my body became cold, and I fell to the ground shaking uncontrollably.

He wasn't the only one, there were sparse gunshots in the surrounding area, but basically every time a crossbowman was heard, a crossbowman would fall down. Some accidentally touched the crossbow machine, causing arrows to shoot into the backs of teammates.

I'm afraid that the man thought he was an enemy gunman before he died, but before he could react, it was actually a teammate who beat him hard.

"The Lord has said that the effectiveness of a sniper usually depends on the value of the target. Our ammunition cannot be wasted on ordinary people. Those high-threat enemies are our primary targets."

Barrett casually scratched the gun with his fingernail, and then began to load it. He kept introducing Hamlet's sniper to Margaret on the side.

There are many sharpshooters ambushing around. They canceled their vacations and were integrated to specialize in killing high-threat targets.

Everyone else was looking for opportunities to shoot freely, but Barrett had to take Margaret with him.

He didn't understand why the lord ordered him to take her with him, but he did his best to carry out the lord's order.

At this time, Margaret looked at the battle without the same desire for justice as before.

Fierce wailing and screaming, people were constantly being torn apart by bullets, and even their hands and feet were broken, blood was spilled, and a strong fishy smell was emitted.

This scene tore apart her filter of war, and justice seemed not to be on top of it...

As he spoke, Barrett had finished loading and raised the musket in his hand again.

"Because we pursue stable killing on the battlefield, we generally don't take risks with the head, because the shooting surface is too small, and any mistake will cause trouble, so we usually aim at the torso."

As soon as she finished speaking, Margaret saw another crossbowman being shot in the distance, but this time it was a headshot.

There is no hiding what this means.

It's not that the head shot misses, but that it's more cost-effective to shoot the torso.

It is unreasonable for such a dazzling sniper to appear on a calm sniper. It only shows that he also has some opinions about the previous game.

If Lady Luck is not on your side, shoot her through!
Sure enough, geniuses are arrogant and will not give in easily.

But Margaret didn't feel much. All her attention was attracted by the dead man.

Her excellent eyesight allowed her to clearly see that half of the man's head was overturned and the brain inside was smashed into pieces by lead bullets. This was the first time she saw that the brain was originally light pink, but it was soon stained by blood. red.

Not everyone is a natural killer like Lance, who killed more than thirty people that night without any reaction and treated the world like a game.

Even though Margaret was used to seeing animal carcasses, she had never hurt anyone, let alone killed anyone. Seeing this extremely shocking scene, she couldn't help but think of the prey she had eaten and immediately started to feel nauseated.

He actually vomited it out in a splutter.

"The lord said that the battlefield is in motion, and snipers are also in motion. Be careful not to expose your position. Change positions after a few shots. Otherwise, the enemy will be encircled and suppressed. You need to take responsibility for yourself before killing the enemy."

Barrett explained while reloading. When he heard the movement and turned around to see Margaret like this, he couldn't help but paused and frowned.

"The battlefield is not a competition ground. You are not suitable here."

Margaret couldn't help but raise her head when she heard this, showing a livid face, her lips were pale but her eyes were bloodshot.

It is said that genius must be arrogant, and this sentence reminded her of Lance's rejection of her before because he had never killed anyone.

Can this be tolerated?
He immediately glanced at the charging soldiers, but was embarrassed to find a question, which one is valuable?

Just now, the shield was raised to cover, and at the same time, the distance was not within the shooting range, so the ambush snipers had no shooting space at all, so they fired one round at the crossbowmen.

But now the musketeers did not continue to fire, which caused the shield guards to speed up. Instead, the crossbowmen needed to reload, so there was a natural disconnect.

In the previous battle with the barbarian marauders, the crossbowmen did not suffer much losses because they were long-range. The structure was relatively well preserved, but there were only a few people who could not withstand such a sniper attack.

There were more than ten casualties in one round, basically killing the crossbowman who showed up, which caused her to be unable to find the target.

However, there were a few conspicuous ones among the charging team. In an instant, she locked onto the flag bearer and raised her gun to aim.

It was a headlock at the beginning, and she was confident that she could hit it even in motion.

But the thought of that scene made me feel sick again, and I could only move the muzzle of the gun down slightly.

The fire exploded, and a blood flower bloomed on the side of the flag bearer's chest in the distance, and then he struggled and fell.

Margaret's face was still a bit ugly. You must know that she aimed at the heart, but missed. Fortunately, she did not aim at the head, otherwise she would have made a fool of herself.It is self-evident what the flag means to a team. When the flag bearer was shot and killed, the flag he was carrying also fell down.

The morale, which had not been shaken by a round of shooting just now, actually fluctuated due to this, and the people around him immediately went to help him desperately.

It’s not about how loyal they are, but because Michelle is a person who cares about face most. If the flag representing him falls, no one will be happy.

But it was not just snipers who greeted these guards. When they entered the predetermined range, the long-awaited musketeers finally got the order.

"Seventy yards...fifty yards...thirty yards, shoot!"

With an order, the sound of two hundred muskets overlapping each other was shocking. The rising white smoke covered the spreading smell of blood, but was replaced by the pungent smoke of gunpowder.

The barrage formed by two hundred muskets covered the old road. The guards in the front row charging with shields failed to block the hot lead bullets. The shields were penetrated, the armor was torn, and penetrated into the flesh.

Some without shields were even more exaggerated, with blood and flesh splattering, and some unlucky ones who hit vital points died on the spot.

Or maybe they were the lucky ones, and those who were shot and survived were suffering, with their hands and feet cut off, their internal organs spilled all over the floor, and screams of agony.

Out of more than 100 Guardsmen, only about 70 were left after continuous losses along the way. In this round of shooting, more than [-] were killed or injured, which meant that half of them were gone.

When there are casualties of this proportion, no matter how elite they are, they are just the armed forces of the feudal nobles, and they will inevitably fall into collapse.

But the distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the Guards rushed out despite the barrage to seize the last hope.

I'm afraid they didn't expect these musketeers to have the courage to fight in close combat.

"Everyone, bayonets on!"

With an order, all the musketeers put on sleeved bayonets and transformed directly from "scrap iron" into a "spear" almost two meters long.

It is said to be a bayonet, but it is actually a thin and long spike. However, after training, the power of the stab can penetrate ordinary knight armor, not to mention some brave veterans, or those who like to transfer to spearmen. Plug, kill in one move.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, the bayonet was inserted with a cold light.

The guards ran into the clusters of bayonets and started fighting.

However, one side's formation has been torn to pieces, while the other side's formation is stable. I'm afraid it's too much to think about rushing away like this.

"Put down your weapons, surrender without killing!"

The continuous noise became the last straw for them. When the first one chose to surrender, it spread quickly like an infection. The remaining ones simply threw away their weapons, with no intention of fighting to the death.

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

"All down!"

The soldiers quickly went up to disarm and control them, and then pulled away from the battlefield.

The rest should be doing last-minute hits, and it's time to save people and save people.

At this time, the surviving Guardsmen looked back and saw a scene that truly plunged them into despair.

That is, until now, Michelle's luxury carriage has not turned around and is still standing still.

People like him went head-to-head with the Musketeers, and the road paved with blood and death seemed so ridiculous now.

In fact, they can't blame them, because the carriage is luxurious and this is not a very wide place. It is really impossible to turn around in a short time.

The cavalry on the other end didn't wait for anyone. They had already charged forward and kept rushing into the convoy.

If the Guards were bound to Michel and could only fight, then the people in these convoys had no intention of resisting at all, and they all behaved honestly under the cavalry's shouts of surrender.

The lord valued these things very much. As the leader of the cavalry, Leonard would naturally not kill without reason. The huge convoy was taken over immediately.

The front and back were dealt with, and for a time only a few people were left around the carriage to protect Michelle.

It can be said that the situation has been controlled by Lance, and the actual battle before and after this did not even last 5 minutes.

War is like this, a long preparation, and then a short time to decide the winner.

Because it was too fast, at this time, the man in black robe had just got off another carriage, and the heavy armored knight was also there.

The extraordinary strength is indeed powerful, not to mention that there is a spell caster of unknown strength. The ability to severely damage the barbarian marauders relies on weird magic.

But the problem is that spellcasters also need preparation time. When they come out, the battle is over, which is very embarrassing.

The current situation has plunged the leader of the Guards into unspeakable despair. His elite fell into the hands of these people...

As if foretelling his own fate, the leader looked very calm, but the way he raised his sword was enough to show what he wanted to do.

But the few soldiers around him obviously did not necessarily accept this trick. The ones in front of them all surrendered. Resistance would be a dead end, not to mention that neither the heavy armored knight nor the man in black robe made any move.

Because Michelle's identity and Disma's grudge may involve some shady matters, Lance did not let the soldiers rush in and kill them. Instead, he signaled the cavalry to control the caravan's carriage and leave.

Then he and Leonard rode on horseback. Faster than them, Nadisma led a group of people and also left the battlefield behind and walked towards the luxury carriage.

"Do you know who the adult is in the carriage? If we leave now, we can still treat it as a misunderstanding."

The leader still wanted to struggle, but what he responded to was the musket raised by Disma, and the soldiers raised their muskets and took aim without hesitation.

"Go away, you have nothing to do here." Disma raised his hand and waved it away, but there was no anger on his face. Instead, he was calm, even a little cold.

The leader did not pay attention to these words. Looking back, he discovered a very desperate thing, that is, the remaining guards chose to surrender, dropped their weapons, and were escorted away by soldiers.

The other two didn't speak, but their moving footsteps showed that they didn't intend to fight to the death.

Noticing their actions, the leader couldn't help but look at the two people riding horses. He seemed to understand something, inserted his sword into the ground with his backhand, and sighed.

"I surrender, please do not harm the people in the carriage."

"Why do you have to fight and kill? I don't like seeing blood the most." Lance came over on horseback and agreed with a smile.

But the moment Lance approached, the man in black robe threw something forward. At the same time, the leader picked up his weapon and attacked Lance...