Like their enemies, the musketeers of Baishan County will also obtain some long wood as thick as a gun before receiving the mesh gun.

The recruits need to cut the long sticks by themselves, use the burned iron rod to drill holes for the truncated rod material, and cut the lid of the right size. The final result is the small wooden bottles hanging on the musketeer's chest.

On the eve of the battle, the musketeers would put gunpowder into the wooden bottle that was just enough to shoot, and then tighten the caps firmly and place them next to the pillow with the musket.

Musketeers cherish and love these small bottles of gunpowder, not only because they are useful, but also because when musketeers leave the army, they can only take these small bottles away. So in their spare time, musketeers decorate their small bottles to pass the time: people who know carpenters will paint the wooden bottles oil, people who love painting will draw on them, and veterans will polish the inner walls as smooth as possible.

The small wooden bottle actually has a formal name, but the musketeers disliked the name difficult to pronounce. Because they usually had twelve groups, the soldiers were more willing to call them "Twelve Disciples".

Elno also had the "Twelve Disciples".

In the process of resisting the enemy's first round of attack, he used "Peter", "Andrew" and "Jacob".

Next, Elno and the enemy musketeers on the other side of the river fired at each other, using "John", "Philippe", "Baromai", "Domes", "Datta", "Matthew", "Little Jacob" and "Simon".

Therefore, when the light brown figure shouted again to cross the nameless river, Elno was left with only the last "disciple" who had not been used.

During the sovereign war, the generals of the Senas coalition unanimously agreed that if the musketeers assigned to the phalanx could complete twelve rounds of shooting, they would definitely win no matter what size of the battle - if they didn't win, it would be a problem for the spearman and the sword and shield.

The Alliance's military theorists believed this and also wrote related theories into textbooks and practice scriptures.

However, that was already thirty years ago.

Let’s not discuss whether the theory of the previous generation of military strategists is correct. At least today, Ernault has used up eleven portions of gunpowder prepared in advance, and victory is still far away.

Erno unscrew the lid of "Matia" and poured the black powder inside into the gunpowder pool and the barrel of the gun. Then he spit out the lead bullet in his mouth and wrapped it in a rag and stuffed it into the barrel of the gun.

After using the last "apostle", Elno could only use a gunpowder pot to pour gunpowder into the barrel. According to the veteran, that is the most likely time to make a mistake.

Gunshots, roars, screams, snare drums, muffled sounds of walls hit, and the sound of lead bombs flying through the air... All kinds of sounds were about to stir Elno's brain into a paste. He felt as if he was loaded into a boiling pot, and someone outside the pot was smashing the lid like crazy.

Fortunately, his hands were very stable and he didn't even throw a single shot of gunpowder outside the gun.

But when he was hanging the fuse, Erno suddenly felt a little scared, and he remembered the gossip circulating among the musketeers:

The musketeer who uses the twelfth bottle will definitely encounter an accident... silence, blow up the chamber or even accidentally attacked; the twelfth apostle is destined to betray his master, because before "Matiah" was chosen, the position of the twelfth apostle belonged to another person - "Judas".

Elno hung the fuse anxiously, put the barrel on the wall, but did not dare to lean over and open the fire. He turned his head and looked at Lieutenant Woods beside him, and saw that Lieutenant was pushing away the ladder that was raising the bulging castle without hesitation.

He shouted, and Ernault stood up as if suffering great pain, closed his eyes and shot the enemy on the river beach.

He was surprised to find that his mezzanine was neither silent nor exploded. But he had just closed his eyes and didn't know where the lead had flew.

But Erno didn't need to worry about not hitting the enemy, because the narrow river beaches below the high ground were already crowded with light brown human figures - the scene in front of him even reminded Erno of the large and squirming crawlers that could be seen from time to time on the roots of trees in summer.

Parliamentary soldiers wearing light brown tops rushed up the river beach and crossed the trench. From time to time, people threw themselves down without warning, either by lead bullets, or pierced by caltrops.

The fallen people have almost no chance to stand up again because no one helps them. Once anyone falls to the ground, they will be trampled on.

The drummer used all his strength to knock the drum beat as if he was urging his life. The soldiers in the light brown tops also rushed towards the Hegu Village with a daunting, fanatical and blind aura, as if what was waiting for them on the high ground was not the enemy who was waiting for them, but the salvation, home and treasure.

The caltrops spread by the defenders did not play the expected role. They might be able to block a few unlucky scouts, but they were trampled into the mud by soldiers of the Great Parliament, flesh and metal.

One iron mass after another dragging its tail was thrown over the heads of the soldiers of the Great Parliamentary Army. Most of the grenades that fell into the crowd were trampled and destroyed. However, all the grenades that exploded in the air caused blood to rain.

However, despite the terrible damage caused by the grenade, it still cannot repel the light brown waves.

The parliamentary army was really like a tide, breaking a wave and another wave. Before one hundred people had completely arrived, the other hundred people had jumped into the river. People pushed and cursed each other, and there was no gap to turn around and escape.

The spearmen in Baishan County who had already replaced the dagger picked up the long pole weapon again. They stood behind the wall, holding the spears inverted, and poked them down desperately.

The soldiers of the Great Parliamentary Army below the high ground had nowhere to hide. The sharp spear tip first broke a small mouth on the mouth, shoulders, and chest, and then slid into the human body, running through the flesh and blood.

An old brown-clothed soldier even watched him get worn on a spear. With the wet sliding sound, the spear rod kept sinking into his body. The brown-clothed soldier failed to die immediately, and the screams made everyone frightened.

The spearman above the high ground was also frightened and retreated due to the tragic scene he had created with one hand, and the spear took off his hand.

But the soldiers behind him immediately stuffed him another spear. He took the spear with tears in his eyes. Just as he turned around, a lead bullet hit his breastplate.

The gunfire on the other side of the river never stopped, and it had long covered the gunfire on the high ground. The musketeers of the Great Parliament Army not only suppressed the two bulging forts in the highlands, but also shot at any Baishan County soldiers who dared to stand up.

The Baishan County spearmen who held their spears in reverse, were at least wearing plate-plate breastplates, but their armor was as fragile as parchment when facing the lead bullets shot from the heavy convex gun.

Under the cover of the musketeers, the ladders of the Great Parliamentary Army were built on the high ground one by one, and the brown-clothed soldiers held their shields, climbed with their hands and feet.

The soldiers of Baishan County on the high ground pried the ladder out desperately, but where could they pried it?

The light brown wave slapped the ladder tightly on the high ground, and even the stone walls that acted as lever fulcrum were crushed, and the ladder remained motionless.

The temporary renovated bulge fort at the corner of the river bay was the key offensive position of the Grand Parliamentary Army, and Woods Frank has been sticking to the bulge fort in the north.

The first brown-clothed sword and shield hand to climb to the north was hit by Woods and another soldier with a thick and long beam.

Before the two of them could take a breath, another thin sword and shield hand climbed up.

The thin sword and shield hand jumped onto the wall in the mud, and saw the officer in the fortress at a glance. He jumped up and screamed and stabbed Woods.

Woods subconsciously raised the beam to block it, and only heard a "bang" sound, a stream of white smoke spewed out of the bulging fort. The brown-clothed soldier in the air seemed to have fallen into a head, lying on his back and falling in front of Woods.

Elno, who was still tightly clenching his firing rod, gasping for breath, staring at the lieutenant blankly.

Woods didn't care to express his gratitude and turned his head to shout at his subordinates: "Disinated oil!"

The attack continued. As soon as the third brown-clothed sword and shield climbed up to the bulge, he had just exposed half of his head when an axe hit his helmet and half of his head.

Woods, who had climbed out the wall, threw his axe back to the bulge, smashed out three distillation tanks in a row towards the ladder that was on the high ground. Without waiting for the musketeers on the other side to turn the muzzle, they climbed back into the wall regardless of their demeanor.

Two torches flew out of the bulging fort and turned the ladder into a stolen rack.

However, just destroying a ladder was irrelevant to the brown-clad soldiers rushing to the fort.

The lieutenant could no longer control what happened in the future. Woods, covered in mud, had his own hands splitting the wooden barrel covered with the paint mark of the Alliance's magic battle situation, and poured down the precious alchemy substance.

The north side of the turret immediately turned into a sea of ​​fire. When the alchemy materials burned, they released black smoke covering the sky. The rolling heat waves even ignited the hay covered by the turret ceiling.

Several firemen screamed and fled into the river, desperately trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies. However, the alchemy substances produced in the magical battle situation will not only not be extinguished by the water, but will float on the water and continue to burn.

The fire man jumped into the river and was burned to separate his flesh and blood. Before he could run out of the fire, more soldiers in brown clothes fell to the ground.

Not only did Chiyan remove the Grand Parliamentary Army, but even Woods and others were driven out of the bulge that had been holding on to by thick smoke and heat waves.

From the northernmost end of the zigzag river to the southernmost end, brown-clothed soldiers and gray-clothed soldiers fought fiercely around the fences along the coast.

In order to carry out Colonel Geisa's order to hold onto the river bank, every soldier of the First Infantry Brigade of Baishan County was filled into the front by Lieutenant Woods, and the grenade detachment personally selected by the lieutenant to run between the defense areas to put out the fire.

Even so, under the attack of waves of brown waves, the defense line of Baishan County's troops inevitably slid towards collapse.

In contrast, the river banks on the south and north sides of Hegu Village seem strangely calm. The musketeers half-kneel behind the ridge of the field, and everything on the other side is still hidden in the smoke. There is neither a fight nor an enemy. It is like two worlds with the Hegu Village, which is soaring into the sky.

Captain Hudson rushed to Colonel Geisa and asked uneasily: "There is a fierce battle over there. Should I send a brigade to support me?"

Colonel Geisa, who had been listening to the explosions and screams in the distance, turned his head and asked coldly: "Did Colonel Bode ask us to support us?"

"No...no."

Geisa stopped talking, but only cut Captain Hudson's eyes.

The captain immediately saluted and rode his horse back to post.

In the fields north of the village, the officers of Leiqun County were also shocked to see the bodies floating down from the upper reaches.

Colonel Skur ordered people to drag all the bodies ashore. After personally checking several bodies, the colonel concluded: "The New Reclamation Expeditionary Army...Sanel's soldiers, the remnants of General Sekler."

Another lieutenant was puzzled. He squatted beside the corpse and pinched the light brown linen coat soaked in blood: "But they were wearing clothes from the army's direct troops."

"They changed their clothes." Skul used his scabbard to knock on the corpse's feet with his nails: "But I didn't change my shoes."

The lieutenant suddenly realized, and he continued to think further, unconsciously showing surprise: "The dispatched troops in Xinkendi should be the most powerful force of the enemy. He just entered his own line, colonel, that guy Sanel is probably going to take serious action!"

Skul shook his head: "No hurry."

The colonel narrowed his eyes and looked at another mound across the river, where everything was hidden behind the smoke screen. However, from the wind, Skur could vaguely hear a low and powerful heartbeat coming from the other side.

"Have the scouts sent to the other side not back yet?" Colonel Skur asked his subordinates without looking back.

"not yet."

The colonel turned around, his eyes so sharp that he could kill: "Then send me again!"

And in the middle of the storm, Colonel Bode was keenly aware of some changes - the smoke screen covering the battlefield was turning shallow.

"It's time." Colonel Bode calculated the time and gave an evaluation in his heart: "If it were kings, it should be faster."

The wind speed has not changed and the smoke screen has become shallow, which can only indicate that the large parliamentary army, which occupied the upper air outlet, has voluntarily stopped the smoke screen deployment operation.

This means that the Grand Parliamentary Army has completed its pre-war deployment and Saner is not ready to conduct long-distance and large-scale maneuvers.

When the battle enters this stage, the smoke screen will not only lose its cover, but will instead reduce the command efficiency. Therefore, it is better to simply set up a formation and fight with dignified battles.

Colonel Bod shouted loudly: "Tell Colonel Geisa and Colonel Skur that the next two hours will be the real critical moment! They must keep a close eye on the enemy on the other side and do not allow any enemy troops to break through the river bank in an organized manner!"

The messenger who was waiting in the stairwell replied loudly and ran down the stairs quickly.

The outside of the village was fighting fiercely. Although Colonel Bode's vision was blocked by the smoke screen, he only needed to use his ears to hear how intense the battle was.

The attendants and adjutants sent to Colonel Bode from the three counties went upstairs several times to beg the colonel to evacuate to the safety as soon as possible. Colonel Bode waved his hand and sent them away.

Colonel Bode disdained the fussy request from the lieutenants - no matter how fierce the fight is now, it is just a starter.

"Come on, Sanel." Bod Gates stared at the fog that was gradually dissipating: "Let me see what you have made."

At the same time, the "appetizer" in Colonel Bode's eyes is also at the moment when he will decide the winner.

"The riverbank defense line can no longer be defended." Lieutenant Woods told Captain Parady in front of him in conciseness: "But I am sure that the enemy commander is in a rookie."
To be continued...