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The gate opens!

Amid the creak of the wooden door opening, someone smashed the winch of the hanging door with a hammer.

The hanging door half-hung in the air banged to the ground like a meteorite, and the sky filled the sky with smoke and dust, and a sudden explosion of sand swept across the battlefield.

The soldiers on both sides were forced to close their eyes. In this violent and sudden sandstorm, only a few people could enjoy the privilege of seeing.

Roy Hasadi is undoubtedly one of the privileged.

Under the protection of the soldiers, he originally hid behind a few bunkers closest to the city wall.

Until the hanging door fell, he closed his eyes abruptly, avoided the dust that swept through, and opened his eyes for the first time after the dust passed. Fortunately, he saw the magnificence that made people tremble with excitement!

Behind the dust, the densely packed Drake musket team swept their heads out, and the sailors lifted up the well-maintained maritime commute in the continuous command, and immediately it was a round of blasting guns!

The chaotic battlefield was suddenly quiet, the Sudanese guards that were poking in the middle of the battlefield like wheat, the Sudanese guards that had almost reached the gate of the city, the Sudanese guards that had already captured the first bunker...

How...it seems...maybe...it seems...have not fallen down a few?

The corner of Roy's eyes suddenly jumped, the touch disappeared, and the tremor disappeared. He gritted his teeth and smashed the dust off his mouth, swearing viciously: "Damn Drake, **** British!"

He really blamed Lorraine this time. At least from the heart, Lorraine hopes that his sailors can do their best for allies and ensure their own safety.

However, their cooperation is ultimately a fornication between the aggressor and the traitor, and various disadvantages such as race, belief, culture, and history lie in the middle.

Just as Roy's adjutant distrusted Lorraine, the Drakes also agreed that the dead ally is the best ally.

Even the capitalist Mr. Karen Scott, who regarded money as dung, had sacrificed capital weapons before the war. He told the sailors of the Musketeers that if they died in the war, the Chamber of Commerce provided compensation, but only provided the minimum standard.

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

They heard the war order, and then stretched out their barrels, longer or shorter, as if they were fate, and posed larger or smaller angles as fate, and pulled the trigger toward the chaotic battlefield as fate. They didn’t even look at the result, as if they had suffered. The scared gopher swiftly retracted their heads, jokingly loading bullets, complaining about the greasy and surplus prison food of the Omanis.

The artillery positions at the back performed no better than their musket colleagues.

Acharin held the straw pole brought out from the prison, tilted Erlang's legs, and held the telescope.

"The goal is spread between 105 and 350, the formation of hedgehogs is set, and our task is to block the back road."

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

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

"You will be scolded for letting go of the enemy, and you will be fined for washing the deck and tethering knots. This is a very heavy penalty. But if the vice president or his beautiful little girlfriend is injured, the president will kill you alive. Feeding dolphins, bones can fish for sharks, and you will never let your family get a finger."

"How to choose, gentlemen? Is it due diligence or due diligence? I leave it to you to choose."

"I order, with guns as the unit, lock the enemy's back lane, shoot freely, and fire!"

Under the fierce battle order, the artillery screamed sparsely, and the drop points were concentrated in the range of 250 to 300, slowly and scattered.

The gunners work desperately, not seeking meritorious service, or even seeking no fault. They only ask that the shells don't float, and they don't hit stones and trees that are prone to splashing. The final effect can be imagined.

Roy Hassadi saw bloodshot eyes, but couldn't say anything harsh.

Support came, his enemies were in chaos, and his subordinates stood firm, relying on the bunker for the first time to organize an effective counterattack.

More importantly, unlike the British who couldn't rely on, the elites in the fort where he could entrust his life finally lined up and walked out of the fort with short drums of war.

"30 meters! One or two rows interspersed, raise the gun, let it go!"

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

"After the shot, the wings spread out and the rear row moves forward! Go forward, go forward, defend your general, defend Hasadi!"

"Go forward, shoot, let go!"

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

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in the blink of an eye. The Sudanese Guards were caught in a storm of artillery and gunfire. As much as the previous advantage was, the casualties were now more severe.

The number of them is 1,000, while Milani originally lined up outside the city with 600. Under the first clear suppression, the firepower difference reached 994 to 236 at the maximum.

They have formed a dense and orderly advancing formation, striding forward and courageously.

But at this moment, the hanging door fell, platooning guns and artillery overwhelming the sky, tearing their formation to a mess.

Before De Qiaz had time to reorganize his formation, a garrison of 900 people from Milani rushed out of the castle, as they had done before, unscrupulously splashing a torrent of lead fire on them.

The soldiers of the guard fell in pieces, twitching dead, and wailing loudly.

The failure appears in an instant!

The guards close to him dragged the foolish Sultan, and the marshal with his broken leg desperately retreated to the sparse trees. Only halfway through the retreat, De Qiaz suddenly saw a weak cannonball, with an indescribable lazy temperament, it hit the center of the team.

"God…"

boom!

…

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

Pierce dropped the writing board and pen, and reached out to Third Sister Xiao: "Kentucky, Third Sister, it's time to hand over the weights..."

Xiao Sanmei immediately handed a fully loaded Kentucky rifle to Pierce's hand.

A familiar touch came from the palm of his hand. Pierce squeezed the gun and held it up. The wooden **** covered with copper was pressed against his shoulders. The coldness of the metal pierced his cheeks.

Pierce has always disliked Kentucky, even when he grows up, because of the height issue still doesn't like it that much.

The gun body of Kentucky is 1.7 meters tall, almost as high as he stands up. Pierce can't always use it smoothly in a small shooting cabin. After all, the 1.3-meter maritime commuter can hardly reach this length even with a bayonet.

To what extent has this unsmoothness reached?

According to the theory of single shot, holding Kentucky, the little Pierce of the year took 5 minutes to complete a shot. Now Mr. Attis has proficient skills and takes 3 minutes.

In the same situation, he can hit a 120-meter target 5 times using maritime commuting, and he can hit a 150-meter target 3 times using Charville.

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 field of vision narrowed.

The front sight of Kentucky wanders in a narrow field of view. The invisible wind is traced out by the dance of grass, dust, and leaves. In the distance are small colored dots representing human shadows. The dark green closest to white is Pierce’s goal. Bashar bin Hasadi.

"Kentucky is unique."

Pierce said softly, raising the barrel slightly so that the front sight was no longer aimed at the target, but slightly upwards and then upwards.

A mysterious inspiration called "right" suddenly touched his neurons, Pierce stopped his hand and exhaled, letting the muscles remember everything at this moment.

"Can the Blackbeard Hunter do this kind of shooting?"

He gently squeezed the trigger, bang!

The gun flame spurted out of the barrel, and the heavy recoil force hit the shoulders like a heavy hammer. Pierce sank his shoulders, side waist, and dropped the long spear while squeezing his arm, and took the second one from Xiao Sanmei’s hand as soon as the arm was pressed. gun.

He raised the gun again, but this time there was no longer a long aiming process. He restored his posture to three seconds ago based on his body's memory, as if time was stuck at this moment, repeating itself in a small interval.

Bang!

Two and five seconds.

Bang!

Two seconds.

Bang!

1.5 seconds.

Bang!

The first gun fell to the ground, Pierce stood up holding the fifth gun, and blew away the curly hair hanging in front of his forehead with a cry.

"Three sisters, transfer, Yazha's shells will bite people, remember to pay attention to the top of your head when you run."

The two little guys started running, with Pierce at 1.7 meters behind and Sanmei Xiao at 1.5 meters in front.

The length of Kentucky created a huge problem for them to jump between the rocks. In order to prevent the gun from getting caught in their feet, they could only raise their hands like surrender and raise the horizontal **** of the rifle above their heads.

Gunshots began to sound from the direction of the castle, which was messy at first, and gradually became orderly. After a loud noise, it reached the densest level. After that, the sound of gunfire sounded, and the gunfire became chaotic again.

"The confrontation in the castle seems to be much fiercer than expected..."

Gasping for breath, Pierce finally ran to the desired position ten minutes later.

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

The sparse forest is facing a path, the straight line distance between the two is 220 meters, the drop is 40 meters, and the middle includes a mountain stream, a cliff and half a valley.

The trail is the only way to get in and out of Mirani Castle, and the Sudanese Guard will definitely pass it if it retreats. This means that Pierce, who is ambushing in a sparse forest, can easily take them into the incident range, and they have found Pierce, and it takes at least 35 minutes to cross a straight line of 220 meters.

When he arrived at the position, Pierce threw his spear to Xiao Sanmei. Xiao Sanmei took the time to fill the ammunition. He turned over the tree and found a wide-view observation point on the branches of the tree.

His second task is to stab the king.

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

On the one hand, the continuous violent deaths in Sudan have contributed to the political division of Muscat. Europeans like political divisions. The more divided, the smaller the cost of colonizing a country. The more divided, the more divided. uukanshu.com The easier it is for white people to dress up as "friends."

On the other hand, the vacillating Hasadi family has always been a thorn in Lorraine's heart. However, even God cannot make more than 1,500 Omanis loyal traitors all over the fort. Lorraine can only choose the most rude way to let the new lord of the Sultanate die on the way to attack Mirani Castle. Completely cut off the retreat for these people to return to the country.

"It's just a mess everywhere, where is the young sultan?"

Kneeling on the tree, Pierce slowly shook the sight glass, swaying, he was suddenly stunned on the spot.

Xiao Sanmei had just twisted a half-size lead bullet into the barrel of the gun. She put away the cleaning rod and looked up strangely: "Master, what do you see?"

"Just now, the **** scum snatched my mission goal." Pierce sniffed, "Mr. Sultan flew so high, and the whole person was strung on the branches of the tree. It's too miserable... "

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