Chapter 147 One-Sided Massacre
The next day at noon, the Samurai were fully equipped and ready, arranged in Formation and moving forward.
And not far ahead of them, scattered Figures began to appear.
"Enemy scouts spotted!"
Accompanied by an Alarm, several Samurai on Horse immediately charged towards the opponents, even letting out taunts during the charge.
Peasants are indeed Peasants. The scouts they sent out don't even have a Horse. Could they be planning to outrun scouts on Warhorse with their legs?
Soon these scouts on Horse arrived in front of the opponents, and they could even vaguely see the expressions on their faces.
The Samurai who drew his Sword planned to directly use the momentum of the Horse to cut the opponent in two, and he could even see the opponent's face that showed no hint of panic.
"Wait, no hint of panic?"
Before he could react, he heard a "bang" sound, and a Blood Flower suddenly bloomed on the Head of the Samurai at the front, even splashing his Companion behind him in the face. Then, his whole body fell to the ground like a bird with clipped wings, crashing to the ground and instantly kicking up a large amount of dust.
"Firearms! It's Firearms!"
"Damn it, everyone scatter, scatter!"
The other scouts saw their Companion fall directly to the ground, and it was clear he was beyond saving. They were all a little panicked. Now was not the time to talk about killing all the enemy scouts. Now they should consider how to approach the opponents and cut off those damn Heads before being directly killed by the opponent's Firearms.
Even some clever Samurai had already laid down on their Warhorse to avoid being hit by stray Bullet.
"Is that the Power of Firearms? It's truly Terror."
The Minister of the Left in the distance looked at the several scouts who had fallen before even making contact, and a hint of greed flashed in his Eyes.
"It's okay, their Bullet will run out. As long as we charge in front of them, our Combat Power is stronger! Charge, for the Glory of the Samurai!" Looking at the Rebel Army in the distance starting to reload, the Samurai scout unhesitatingly raised his Katana high and loudly encouraged his Companion beside him.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Continuous Lead Bullet sprayed out instantly.
After this round of shooting, the Samurai scouts had already charged to the front.
When a Samurai scout charged in front of a Rebel Army soldier, he realized that the other person's Eyes were full of mockery.
And when he looked around blankly, he realized that his Companion beside him had unknowingly become only himself. The other Companions had all fallen from their Warhorse at this time, lying quietly on the ground, while their Horse were pacing beside their Master.
"Can we really win?"
This thought had just flashed through the Samurai scout's mind when he was directly shot in the Head and killed. War has never been merciful.
As the scouts were completely annihilated, the Samurai army began to move. At the same time, the Rebel Army in the distance also lined up and welcomed them.
Next is the real War.
With the annihilation of the Samurai scouts, those lower-level Samurai had not yet realized the seriousness of the Thing, but some smart People had already realized that the situation was a bit wrong.
According to their initial judgment, the opponents should be fleeing in panic when they saw this situation.
But now, not only did the opponents not run, but they also slowly approached them, and the Aura emanating from them seemed to be something only a Powerful Figure army could possess.
But how is this possible? You must know that not long ago these People were even inferior to livestock.
The lower-level Samurai were all eager to fight, and in their view, they were not afraid to fight those Weapon, after all, as long as they captured a few Heads, their Status could be improved, and they could obtain generous Reward.
"Fire!" When the two sides approached within 150 meters, several leaders in the Rebel Army suddenly shouted loudly.
And with the shout, the Rebel Army in the front row immediately gave way. Thirty Cannons had already been pushed to the front, and Gunpowder Shell had already been loaded. After ignition, the Shell almost instantly fired out. More than thirty Shell directly tore through the Air, whistling and hitting the opponent's Formation solidly.
Suddenly, the Samurai's Formation was smashed into more than thirty Open Ground. Among the more than two thousand Samurai, more than two hundred unlucky Egg were taken away, and almost instantly a tenth of their Combat Power was lost.
But even in the face of such serious casualties, these Samurai still did not retreat.
After all, this is a world that values the strength of individual Military Force.
Everyone firmly believed this.
No one believed in the Power of Ordinary People, and no one believed in the Power of the Weakest.
In the eyes of the Samurai, as long as their Swordsman took action, the opponents would definitely collapse.
Sure enough, as the second round of Bombardment just began, several Figures suddenly jumped up from the Samurai Faction. As Sword light flashed, all the Shell were cut in half in the Sky, leaving behind the Gunsmoke of the explosion.
After cutting off the Shell, those Swordsman also charged straight towards the Rebel Army. They wanted to eliminate the opponents before they caused even greater casualties.
All the Rebel Army were waiting in battle array, as if the Swordsman who had just cut down the Shell was not charging towards them.
As the distance closed, the silence of those Weapon on the opposite Side made People even more uneasy. The Swordsman who were also charging were inexplicably flustered, but these Swordsman still gritted their teeth, raised their Sword and took the lead in charging, while the Samurai behind them also shouted and closely followed.
But just as they rushed to within fifty meters of the opponents, they were stunned by the scene before them.
Three hundred Rebel Army soldiers standing neatly in rows according to height, holding Firearms in their hands. The first row was squatting on the ground, and the second row was standing, aiming their Firearms at them.
Hundreds of dark Gun muzzles were pointed at them like that. Almost in the next second, countless Blood Flowers bloomed on the Samurai's bodies, and those Samurai who had just rushed up instantly fell to the ground.
Even Swordsman could only barely protect themselves.
Behind them, Samurai were still rushing up continuously, but those Weapon actually put away their Gun without hesitation and walked away without looking back.
A Samurai who was not yet dead struggled to raise his Head and watched another group of People walk forward holding Gun, standing in their previous positions, squatting and raising their Gun again, unhesitatingly aiming at the second wave of Samurai charging up, and in less than a second, they completed the second volley...
And those Powerful Figure Swordsman were also entangled by the Powerful Figure among the opponents at this time, and had no Opportunity to attack at all.
"No! No!"
Shimotsuki Yasuie was dumbfounded after the first volley. And after his own Swordsman Powerful Figure were easily blocked by the opponents, he also reacted and desperately rushed forward. At this time, this War had become a one-sided massacre.
In a battle between hot Weapon and cold Weapon with roughly the same number of People, without involving Top Expert, it is just a massacre.
(End of Chapter)