Chapter 425

The gate is open!

In the creaking sound of the wooden door opening, someone smashed the winch of the hanging door with a hammer.

The hanging door half hung in the air crashed to the ground like a meteorite, the smoke and dust poured into the air, and the sudden dust explosion swept across the battlefield.

Soldiers on both sides were forced to close their eyes. Only a few people could enjoy the privilege of seeing in this violent and abrupt sandstorm.

Roy hassadi is undoubtedly one of the privileged.

Under the protection of the soldiers, he had hidden behind the bunkers closest to the city wall. Even in the chaotic battlefield, he heard Karen's war order word by word.

Until the hanging door fell, he fiercely closed his eyes and avoided the sweeping dust. He was also the first to open his eyes after the dust. He was lucky to see the thrilling beauty!

Behind the dust, the Drake Musketeers leaned out their heads, and the sailors raised the well maintained maritime commuter in the continuous password, which was a round of explosive bean like discharge of guns!

The chaotic battlefield was suddenly quiet. The Sudanese guards who poked in the middle of the battlefield like wheat seedlings, the Sudanese guards who had almost pressed to the gate of the city, and the Sudanese guards who had captured the first bunker

How... Seems... Maybe... Seems... Didn't fall down a few?

Roy's eyes jumped violently, the emotion disappeared, and the thrill disappeared. He gnashed his teeth, spat out the dust and scolded fiercely: "damn Drake, damn Englishman!"

He really wronged Lorraine this time. At least from his heart, Lorraine hopes that his sailors can do their best for their allies on the basis of ensuring their own safety.

However, their cooperation is ultimately the collusion between the aggressor and the traitor, and there are also various disadvantages such as race, belief, culture, history and so on.

Just as Roy's aide did not trust Lorraine, drakes agreed that dead allies were the best allies.

Even Mr. Karen Scott, a capitalist who regarded money as dirt, sacrificed capital weapons before the war. He told the sailors of the Musketeers that dying in this war was regarded as accidental death, and the chamber of Commerce provided pensions, but only the minimum standard.

Under multiple cognition, the performance of sailors can be imagined.

When they heard the battle order, they stretched out the long or short barrel, put out a big or small angle, and pulled the trigger towards the messy battlefield. They didn't even look at the results. They brushed their heads back like frightened hamsters, loaded bullets happily, and complained about the greasy and excess prison food of the Omani people.

The artillery positions behind did no better than their firearm colleagues.

Acharin held the straw pole he had brought out of the prison, crossed his legs and held the telescope.

"The targets are scattered between 105 and 350, and the formation is not set, and our task is to block the back road."

"But gentlemen, don't forget that behind a rock between 400 and 450, our delicate vice president is having a tryst with his Oriental girlfriend on the rough rock."

"They don't necessarily know how to avoid gunfire, because IQ is often not enough in front of intoxicating love."

"If you let the enemy go, you will be scolded and punished for washing the deck and tying knots. This is a heavy punishment. But if you hurt the vice president or his beautiful little girlfriend, the president will cut you alive. The meat can be fed to dolphins, the bones can catch sharks, and your family will never get a finger."

"How to choose, gentlemen? Whether to be dutiful or dutiful? I leave it to you to choose."

"I command, take the gun as the unit, lock the enemy's back, shoot freely and fire!"

Under the passionate battle order, the artillery rang thinly, and the landing points were concentrated in the range of 250 to 300, slow and scattered.

The Gunners worked dejectedly, asking for no merit or even no fault. They only asked the shells not to float, and not to hit stones, trees and other things that are easy to splash. The final effect can be imagined.

Roy hassadi's eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't say anything harsh.

When support came, his enemies were in chaos, and his subordinates stood firm. For the first time, they began to organize an effective counterattack by relying on the bunker.

More importantly, unlike the Englishmen who could not rely on him, the elite in the castle who could entrust his life finally lined up in a neat queue and walked out of the castle door with a short war drum.

"30 meters! One or two rows are interspersed. Raise your gun and put it down!"

That was the sonorous and powerful command of his deputy regiment.

"After shooting, the two wings spread out and the rear column came forward! Move forward, move forward, defend your general, defend hassadi!"

"Forward, shoot, release!"

Those are the two battalion commanders he left in the fort.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in the blink of an eye. The Sudanese guard was caught in the storm of guns and gunfire. The previous advantages were as great as the casualties are now.

The number of them was 1000, while Milani had originally lined up outside the city was 600. Under the clear suppression of the first hand, the firepower difference reached 994 to 236 at the maximum.

They have formed a dense and orderly burst formation, taking positive steps and making progress bravely.

But just then, the hanging door fell down, and the platoon guns and artillery were everywhere, tearing their formation to pieces.

Before de chiaz could reorganize his formation, the 900 strong Milani garrison rushed out of the castle and poured a torrent of lead fire on them as they had done before.

The soldiers of the guard fell down, twitching their bodies dead and wailing loudly.

Defeat appears in an instant!

The close guard dragged the silly Sultan and pushed the field marshal with broken legs back to the sparse trees. Just halfway back, de chiaz suddenly saw a weak shell, with an unspeakable laziness, directly hit the middle of the team.

"Allah..."

Boom!

……

Time goes back ten minutes ago.

Pierce dropped his writing board and pen and held out his hand to Xiao Sanmei: "Kentucky, Sanmei, it's time to hand over the weight... It's time."

Xiao Sanmei immediately handed pierce a Kentucky rifle that had already been loaded.

The familiar touch came from the palm of his hand. Pierce held the gun and held it up. The wooden butt wrapped in copper was pressed on his shoulder. The cold metal penetrated his cheeks, which made his head clear and shocked his spirit.

Pierce never liked Kentucky, even when he grew up, he still didn't like it because of his height.

Kentucky's gun body is 1.7 meters, almost as high as he stood up. Pierce can't use it smoothly in the narrow shooting cabin. After all, it's difficult to reach this length even if he pokes a bayonet in the 1.3-meter maritime commute.

What is the extent of this unsmoothness?

In terms of single person and single gun, holding Kentucky, it took little pierce five minutes to complete a shooting. Now Mr. Yates has skilled skills, which takes three minutes.

In the same situation, he can hit a 120 meter target five times with maritime commuting and a 150 meter target three times with chalville.

But even so, Kentucky is still irreplaceable. If you want to fight against the top Hunter under Blackbeard, Kentucky is the only choice

Pierce took a deep breath, then held his breath and closed his left eye.

The view narrowed.

Kentucky's collimator moves in a narrow field of vision. The invisible wind is traced by the dance of grass leaves, dust and leaves. In the distance, there are colored dots representing human shadow. The dark green nearest to white is Pierce's goal, Bashar Ben hassadi.

"Kentucky is the only one."

Pierce whispered, raising the barrel slightly so that the collimator was no longer aimed at the target, but slightly upward, and then upward.

A mysterious inspiration called "right" suddenly touched his neurons. Pierce stopped and exhaled to let his muscles remember everything at this moment.

"Can a black bearded Hunter do such a shooting?"

He pulled the trigger gently, bang!

The gun flame spewed out of the barrel, and the heavy recoil force hit his shoulder like a heavy hammer. Pierce sank his shoulder and side waist. While unloading the force, he threw away the long gun. As soon as he pressed his arm, he took the second gun from Xiao Sanmei's hand.

He raised the gun again, but this time there was no longer a long aiming process. He restored his posture to three seconds ago with the memory of his body, just as time fell into a jam at this moment and repeated it in a small interval.

Boom!

Two and a half seconds.

Boom!

Two seconds.

Boom!

One and a half seconds.

Boom!

The first shot fell to the ground. Pierce stood up with the fifth shot and blew away the curly hair hanging in front of his forehead.

"Three younger sisters, transfer, Ya Zha's shells will bite. Remember to watch your head carefully when you run."

The two little guys began to run, pierce, who was 1.7 meters behind, and Xiao Sanmei, who was 1.55 meters in front.

The length of Kentucky created a huge problem for them to jump among the mountains and rocks. In order not to let the gun mix their feet, they had to raise their hands as if they were surrendering and hold the transverse butt of the gun above their heads.

Gunfire began to come from the direction of the castle. At first, it was chaotic and gradually orderly. After a loud noise, it reached the highest density. Then the gunfire rang out and the gunfire became chaotic again.

"The confrontation of the castle seems much more intense than expected..."

Gasping for breath, pierce finally ran to the established position ten minutes later.

It is about 600 meters away from the battlefield. In a low half mountain, it is a sparse forest composed of seven big trees.

The sparse forest is facing a path, with a straight-line distance of 220 meters and a drop of 40 meters, including a mountain stream, a cliff and half a valley.

The path is the only way in and out of Milani castle. If the Sudanese guard collapses, it will pass by. This means that pierce who set ambush in the sparse forest can easily put them into range, and since they found Pierce, it takes at least 35 minutes to cross a straight-line distance of 220 meters.

When he arrived at the position, pierce threw his long gun to Xiao Sanmei. Xiao Sanmei took the time to fill the ammunition. He turned over to the tree and divided three into five, so he found an observation point with a wide field of vision on the branch of the tree.

His second task is to stab the king.

In Lorraine's plan, diraman needs to die here.

On the one hand, the successive violent deaths in Sudan contribute to the political division of Muscat. Europeans like political division. The more divided they are, the lower the cost of colonizing a country. The more divided they are, the easier it is for whites to dress up as "friends".

On the other hand, the vacillating hassadi family has always been a thorn in Lorraine's heart. However, even God can't make more than 1500 Omanis in the whole castle become loyal traitors. Lorraine can only choose the most rude way to let the new Lord of the Sultanate die on the way to attack Milani castle and completely cut off the retreat of these people to return home.

"It's just a mess everywhere. Where on earth is the young Sudan?"

Squatting in the tree, pierce slowly shook the mirror. He was suddenly stunned on the spot.

Xiao Sanmei just twisted a large lead bullet into the barrel. She put away the strip and looked up strangely: "young master, what do you see?"

"Just now, God damn yazha robbed my mission target." pierce sniffed, "Mr. Sudan flies so high that the whole person is strung on the branch of the tree. It's terrible..."