"Ready -! Stab! "
Van'er forcefully thrust the spear in his hand, and then his hands shook violently. The spear shaft made a cracking sound. A wolf was standing on the spearhead. Its fur was fluffy, and its blood-red eyes were as big as copper bells. It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, the largest of which was as big as his thumb. It was the first time for him to be so close to a demonic beast. The wolf waved its claws in the air, and the snowflakes even splashed on his face.
Van'er's mind went blank. He subconsciously clenched the spear shaft and continued to push forward according to the instinct accumulated in his training. One breath seemed to be extremely long. He saw that the spear shaft was bent to the limit, and the spearhead was deeply inserted into the belly of the demonic beast. He even thought that the next moment, the sharp claws would tear his cheeks.
With a "crack", the spear shaft could not bear the impact of the wolf and finally broke into two. It was also this crisp sound that made the flow of time return to normal. The beast fell down just as it came — its claws fell on the wall, scraping a series of debris, and along with the half of the spear shaft, it fell heavily to the ground along the wall.
"Flintlock team, loading complete!"
"Free shooting!"
Van'er immediately stretched out two barrels. He quickly took half a step back and raised his head to avoid the gunpowder fragments and gas rushing into his eyes. As for his ears, he had no time to care about them.
The flintlock quickly finished firing. Van'er approached the wall again and found that a group of various demonic beasts had fallen under the wall. Someone beside him poked him. He turned his head and saw his roommate grinning proudly at him.
He had only been using a gun for a little more than a week, what was there to be proud of? Van'er stared back at him and turned his eyes back to the battlefield.When His Highness' artillery team comes in handy, you will realize that the iron pipe in your hand is just a crutch.
"Gunner, your gun, take it." Cat's Claw handed over a new wooden gun. "Are these demonic beasts crazy? It's been four or five hours, right? "
"They are crazy." Van'er set up the gun and waited for the enemy's next wave of attack. "What time is it now?"
"It's almost noon." Cat's Claw sighed and quickly looked around while the hunters were not paying attention. "Where's Jop?Where's Rodney brother? "
"Don't look away. Do you want to be cut open by the wolf?" Van'er said grumpily, "They were assigned to other sections of the city wall, maybe in Group Three or Group Four. By the way, why are you in Group One?"
"I'm a substitute." He chuckled. "I'll go wherever there's a need. An uncle was injured just now, and it's my turn to replace — "
"Ready — —!" The hunter observer's voice rang out, interrupting Cat's Claw. Van'er saw more than ten demonic beasts rapidly approaching. Now he could quickly distinguish the different types of demonic beasts. There were only two wolves in this wave, and the rest were wild boars, foxes and a bear. They were not a threat to the city wall.
"Stab!" Even so, he still obeyed the command and stabbed with his spear together with his teammates. Sure enough, the spearhead was empty this time. He retracted his spear and saw that the wolf had been shot down by the other members of Team 1. When the rest of the slower demonic beasts had gathered at the foot of the city wall, the flintlock team squeezed to his side and fired freely.
This fixed action had been repeated from dawn until now. When the horn was first blown, most of the people were still asleep.Van'er yawned. This time, the demonic beasts' attack was fiercer than before. Usually, there would only be one or two waves of attacks, but now it was still continuing. The corpses of the demonic beasts under the city wall were almost piled up. Halfway through, he had been replaced by the second militia team. After eating something and resting for a while, he went back to the city wall again.
But unexpectedly, Van'er found that he was calmer than he had imagined. When he heard the command to stab, he put away his spear and left the rest to the flintlock team. At first, it seemed that there were some inexplicable regulations and movement requirements, but now they all came in handy and incredibly effective.
The others were similar to him. Although they held the spear with both hands and looked quite serious, and some substitutes seemed very nervous, everyone stood straight and no one took a step back.
But Van'er knew that their greatest confidence did not come from the daily practice, but from His Highness. Only after the flintlock team started shooting, Van'er secretly glanced at the watchtower in the middle of the city wall – that was where His Highness stood.
From the moment the horn sounded, His Highness had arrived at the city wall and stood on the same line of defense as everyone else. Until now, he had not rested.Even when Van'er was rotated to eat, His Highness still stayed at the top of the watchtower, and his breakfast was personally sent by the Chief Knight.
Thinking back, every year during the Months of Demons, the last Lord would leave by ship. Next would be the nobles, and finally the civilians. If they had money, they could pay a few silver royals and leave by ship. If they had no money, they could only walk to Longsong Stronghold on their own feet. Thinking of this, Van'er felt full of strength.
Yes, they were the troops of Prince Graycastle, and were completely different from the patrols in Border Town. Relying on their armors and weapons, they often ran amok in the old and new areas, and even extorted foreign merchants. In Van'er's view, except for the two captains of the patrols, the others were no different from hooligans. The militia was a strong team, and under the leadership of His Royal Highness, they were even able to block the demonic beasts outside of Border Town, never allowing them to take a single step forward. In the past, only Longsong Stronghold could do this.
Look at Fish Ball, the famous coward in the old area, who was often ridiculed, after joining the Second Militia Team, he was now able to hold a spear well. And then there was Fermi, who was huge, but always slow, and people in the old area liked to tease him. Now, his spear movements were fast and ruthless, and he was much more adept than most people. Van'er knew that after others finished their training, he would practice a hundred more shots, because His Highness had told him, "The more inflexible a bird is, the sooner it can fly, so that it can catch up with others and eventually surpass them." "
Obviously, at the beginning, it was only for the two eggs, but now he felt lucky that he had joined the Militia. Every day there was a slight change, and every day he was better than yesterday. Van'er believed that it was not only him, everyone felt this. He did not know how to describe his mood. Perhaps, it could be summarized as what His Highness often said during training - they were a team that was different from the times.
"Woo - woo -" Two short horn sounds made Van'er excited. This was an early warning of the appearance of a hybrid demonic beast.He looked into the distance and saw a hybrid with a lion's head and wings, very similar to the one that broke into the city last time. "This is the second one we met today," he thought, but this time it was different. In addition to the Flintlock Team, they had other helpers.