Chapter 449 – Robbery 3

Chapter 449 – Robbery 3
The Dwarf Imar’s heart was in a state of shock, only to see the two humans in front of him snapping their fingers, and the iron pipe spewed out terrible flames, followed by the closest orc warrior falling to the ground with a loud bang.

After they finished shooting, they immediately handed over the used weapon to the companion behind them, and then received another weapon that had already been loaded.

Reloading, Immael had seen the step.

The human who received the weapon stood it on the ground about his height, pulled out a small object from a pouch, probably wrapped in cloth or some kind of leather, bit through it with his teeth, poured out some black powder into the tube of the weapon, and then inserted a long iron rod into the tube and pounded it vigorously, then lifted up the weapon and fiddled with the rope wrapped around the back end that was burning slowly, and then handed the weapon to the companion in front of him who was responsible for the design. Finally, the weapon was handed over to the companion in charge of the design, and a new round of killing began.

The whole set of movements was very skillful, just like flowing water.

The exploratory team that went south carried eight muskets, which were organized into a musket team under the command of vice-captain Matthew.

The two most skillful shooters in the group who were responsible for operating the muskets for shooting, while the others were responsible for loading ammunition for the shooters to ensure the continuous output of firepower.

The two shooters were not only good in shooting skills, the key was that their mindset was also exercised to be very stable, and they would not panic and fire outside the effective accuracy range of the musket.

The fire-rope guns held by the exploration team used smoothbore barrels, although hitting the targeted enemy at a distance of a hundred meters and above was all by divine blessing, the hit rate for large targets like the human body at a distance of fifty meters and less was still considerable, especially since the shooters were lying on the slope, making their elbows have a support to hold the guns more smoothly.

……

“Wicked witchcraft!”

Gunther, who was the mastermind of the heist, was already remorseful.

However, his remorse was not for coming to the robbery, but for having underestimated the meanness and cunning of humans.

He had already regarded those weapons that sprayed flames and smoke as a special kind of magic wand.

It was surprising that a shaman-like figure existed among that group of humans.

After a few of the warriors who rushed at the front were put down, he shrewdly hid behind a boulder.

The others followed suit, either looking for an obstacle to hide behind, let’s lie on the ground, intuition told the orcs that this should work.

Before striking, there was no mental construction to prepare for the sacrifice, and the charge that was so furious just now stopped in an instant.

Orcs do not dare to go up, humans do not dare to come down, the hillside appeared a short period of quiet.

“You!” Gunther pointed a finger at the orc he was hiding with and angrily accused, “Is that bow and arrow you’re carrying an ornament? Idiot! Hurry up and finish off the human gotta shaman!”

“Yes, Lord Gunther!”

The orc archer immediately lowered the bow on his back, nocked an arrow, and immediately shot the arrow out as his body dodged toward the outside of the boulder.

In fact, he didn’t have time to aim at the human with the “wand”, but just found a random target and shot the bow and arrow out.

The next second his head exploded as Gunther watched.

With a loud thud, the brain sprayed over a meter behind him.

The orc archer planted himself.

……

“Well!”

A member of the quest team covered his chest, he was hit by an arrow.

“Quick! Get bandages and medicinal powder!”

Stanford stepped forward and hugged the injured team member.

“Hit the ones with bows and arrows first!” Matthew shouted and everyone hit the ground running.

Stanford pulled out a pair of scissors and cut open the wounded man’s shirt.

Oh no, he cried out inwardly in despair.

The orc’s arrow branch hit him in the chest. The poor lad convulsed and said with all his strength, “Captain, please …… take me …… back to my homeland, even …… even the …… ashes will do.”

Gradually no breath.

“Damn!”

Stanford growled low and pulled the arrow out.

The arrow was surprisingly made of bone.

This was the thing that killed one of his brothers!
His assessment of the orc’s combat prowess had gone up a notch, not to mention his strength, but also his reflexes were so sharp. That orc archer, just probing out immediately locked onto a target and hit it. If he were in his place, he wouldn’t have had time to aim in such a short period of time.

Matthew’s shooting skills were good, but he was able to hit the other side because he had been keeping an eye on the boulder that hid the enemy, if the two positions were swapped, allowing him to get out of the cover and fire a shot under heavy killing, nine times out of ten, he would miss.

I wonder how many more such good men there are in the opposing team.

……

Gunther looked at the planted orc archer with pain in his heart, he was without another capable believer.

But he also saw that as the archer’s brains spewed out, a small object also shot out of the back of his head in a rapid succession.

Was it a dart or projectile enchanted with sorcery?
Seeing that his side was being suppressed by an unknown force, he felt that he couldn’t go on any longer.

Since that wand wasn’t hurting people out of thin air, there was a way to defend against it.

He removed the metal shield he was carrying and summoned all his strength to roar. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

If anyone were to observe his face, they would be able to see Gunther’s eyes glaze over and his mouth open so wide that the beds of his teeth were almost protruding, making his fearsome fangs even more hideous and gruesome.

The roar was so loud that the orc’s voice surprisingly swung up in the mountains back for a long time, and Stanford’s heart throbbed inexplicably when he heard it, and it was bad, like the feeling you get after downing a couple of large cups of super-strong coffee in one gulp. Looking at the expressions of the other players seemed to be the same.

The first roar seemed to be the code word, and surprisingly those other orcs who were those hidden away roared back in succession, though much less vocally.

“I don’t know what the other side is up to! But I’m confident we’ll survive this! Bombardiers get ready to prevent the other side from charging.”

Stanford cheered his team on before pulling out a horn and puffing out his cheeks to blow it.

The mellifluous sound of the horn hedged against the orcish roar, and the crew settled down a bit.

“Assault!”

Gunther was the first to jump out and charge up the hill, waving his big stick in his right hand and his shield in his left.

It was only a few dozen meters, just charge through!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The beasts jumped out in a swarm and ran after the chief.

“Throw!”

Stanford ordered, and the bomb throwers lit the fuses and threw a grenade out.

If they were on flat ground, there might have been a distance limit, but now that they were on a hillside, the grenades rolled downward in drips.

The rumbling explosions created large swathes of fire and smoke, the real kills caused were actually very few, but the victory was in the sound, many orcs were stunned by the loud ringing sound close at hand, and their ears were still buzzing, as if all the other sounds of the world were gone, and only that unbearable chirping sound was left.

Individuals unlucky enough to be hit by the debris bared their teeth in pain.

The charge of the orcs stalled, but there were still some who were unaffected, and the human bows joined in the firing, muskets against those with shields up and bows against those without, shooting down those who came close one by one.

(End of chapter)