Chapter 87 Winter Twilight (Part 1)
"Get ready—! Stab!"
Faner thrust out the spear in his hand, then his hands shook violently, and the barrel of the gun made a crackling sound. A wolf species was on the tip of the gun. Its hair was fluffy, its blood-red eyes stared like copper bells, and two rows of fangs were exposed in its open mouth, the largest one reaching his own thumb. This was the first time he had come into contact with an evil beast at such a close distance. The opponent waved its claws in the air, and snowflakes even splashed on his face.
Fanner's mind was blank, almost according to the instinct accumulated in training, he subconsciously grasped the barrel of the gun and continued to push forward. The time for one breath seemed to become extremely long. He saw that the barrel of the gun was bent to the limit, and the tip of the gun was deeply immersed in the belly of the evil beast. He even thought that the sharp claws would tear his cheek open the next moment.
With a "snap", the barrel of the gun couldn't bear the impact of the wolf species, and finally broke in two. It was also this crisp sound that made the flow of time return to normal, and the opponent fell down, just like when it came - its claws fell on the parapet, scraping out a series of debris, and carrying the half of the gun barrel, along the city wall It fell heavily to the ground.
"Musketeers, reloading is complete!"
"Free Fire!"
Immediately, two gun barrels protruded from Faner's side, and he hurriedly took half a step back, raising his head to prevent the gunpowder fragments and gas from rushing into his eyes. As for the ears, he no longer cared about them.
The musket fired quickly, and Faner approached the wall again, and found a group of various evil beasts poured down at the bottom of the wall. Someone next to him stabbed him, he turned his head and saw his roommate grinning at him triumphantly.
It's only been a little over a week since I touched the gun, so there's nothing to be proud of. Van'er stared back, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield. When His Highness's artillery comes in handy, you'll realize that the iron pipe in your hand is nothing more than a crutch.
"Gunner, your gun, go on." Cat's Claw handed over a new wooden gun, "Has this group of evil beasts gone crazy? Has it been two or three hours?"
"They are lunatics themselves." Faner set up the gun and waited for the enemy's next wave of attack. "What time is it now?"
"It's almost noon." Catpaw heaved a sigh of relief, and while Orion wasn't paying attention, he quickly glanced around, "Where's the pomelo peel? Where's Brother Rodney?"
"Don't look away, do you want to be disembowelled by wolves?" Faner said angrily, "They were assigned to other sections of the city wall, maybe in the third group, maybe in the fourth group, after all, why did you come here? First group?"
"I'm on the substitute team," he chuckled, "I'll come wherever there is a need. An uncle was injured just now, and it happened to be my turn to replace—"
"Prepare—!" The Orion observer's voice sounded, interrupting Cat's Claw. Faner saw a dozen or so evil beasts approaching rapidly, and now he can quickly distinguish the types of various evil beasts. There are only two wolf species in this wave, and the others are wild boars, foxes, and a bear. Not much of a threat.
"Stab!" Even so, he obeyed the order and stabbed the spear with his teammates. Sure enough, the gun head was empty this time, he retracted the gun barrel, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that the wolf species had been shot down by the other team members of the group. When other evil beasts that were running slower gathered under the city, the Musketeers squeezed into his side again and fired freely downward.
The repetition of such fixed movements has continued from dawn to now. When the first trumpet was sounded, most people were still asleep. Faner yawned. This time, the evil beast's attack was more intense than before. Usually, the attack would only last for one or two waves, but now it is still going on. The corpses of the evil beasts under the city wall are almost piled up. He had already been replaced by the second militia team halfway through, ate something indiscriminately, and went up the city wall again after a short rest.
But unexpectedly, Fanner found that he was calmer than he had imagined. He heard the order to stab the gun and close the gun, and handed over the rest to the Musketeers, just like in the usual practice. What at first appeared to be inexplicable regulations and movement requirements, are now in use, and they are unbelievably effective.
The others were similar to me. Although they held the guns tightly with both hands and looked quite serious, and some substitutes seemed very nervous, everyone stood up straight, and no one took a step back.
However, Faner knew that everyone's greatest confidence did not come from day-to-day practice, but from His Highness. Only after the Musketeers fired, did Faner sneak a glance at the watchtower in the middle of the city wall - that was where His Highness the Prince stood.
From the sound of the horn, His Highness arrived at the city wall immediately, standing on the same line of defense as everyone, and has not rested until now. Even when he was taken off to eat, His Royal Highness still stayed at the top of the watchtower, and the chief knight delivered the breakfast himself.
Thinking back to the previous lord, every year when the Demon Moon evacuated, he would leave early by boat. Next came the nobles, and finally the commoners. Those who still have money can pay a few silver wolves and leave with the boat. Those who have no money can only rely on their own feet to walk to Longsong Fortress. Just thinking of this made him feel full of strength.
That's right, they belonged to Prince Graycastle's troops, and they were completely different from the previous patrols in Border Town. Relying on their own armor and weapons, that group often ran amok in the old and new districts, and foreign businessmen were also their targets of extortion. From Faner's point of view, except for the two captains of the patrol team, the others are basically no different from hooligans. And the militia team is a powerful team. Under the leadership of His Royal Highness, they can even keep the fearsome evil beasts out of the town, and they can't move forward. In the past, only the Longsong Fortress could do this.
Look at Yu Wan, the well-known coward in the old district, who is often ridiculed by others, after joining the Second Militia, he looks good with a long gun now. There is also Fermi, who is huge, but always slows down. People in the old district take pleasure in teasing him. Now, his set of shooting movements is fast and ruthless, and he is more skilled than most people. Fan Na knew that after other people's training, he had to practice a hundred more shots, just because His Highness said to him personally, "The more inflexible a bird is, the sooner it takes off to catch up with others. outrun them."
Obviously it was only for those two eggs at the beginning, why now I feel glad that I joined the militia? Small changes every day, every day a step further than yesterday. Fan Na believed that not only him, but everyone felt this. He didn't know how to describe his mood. Perhaps, it can be summed up as what His Highness often said during training—they are a team from a different era.
"Woo - woo -" Two short horn sounds lifted Fan'er's spirits, which was an early warning of the appearance of hybrid evil beasts. Looking from afar, he saw that it was a lion-headed and double-winged hybrid again, very similar to the one that broke into the city last time. This is the second one he has encountered today, he thought, but this time is different. In addition to the Musketeers, they have other helpers.
Fan Na turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, a girl with short blonde hair was already floating in the air beside His Highness.
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