538. Rebellion 6

Chapter 538 Rebellion 6
Chacon stared intently at the lord’s camp, his heart agitated and scared.

In the previous several charges, those unlucky people were hit by the tragic situation he was vivid in his mind, from a young age, Chakong’s eyesight at night is very good, he witnessed a person’s head was opened by something unknown, perhaps it was that little thing called a bullet in Fergus’s mouth.

But he didn’t dare disobey his father’s orders.

So before charging himself, he put on his family’s ancestral full body armor, which was so finely polished that it gleamed in the moonlight.

It was armor made of fine steel, and even the sharpest swords could not break its defenses, and Chacon was confident that he could use it to charge into the lord’s camp and take the brutal lord’s head off and win a beautiful woman’s hand, just like in the Braveheart adventure novels – if that Miss Sertia was still safe and sound.

He clanked his greatsword in both hands and clanked his way to the front.

“Listen everyone, after I give the order, you all charge with me. This time we must banish that evil being that has been possessed by the devil from the earth!”

He raised the greatsword in his hand high.

“Victory! Will surely belong to us!”

Because of this family heirloom armor, Chacon was now selling well and very powerful, and since he was the second son of the highly prestigious Valen family, his appearance instantly redeemed the morale that had been low due to repeated failed charges.

“Kill the tyrant!”

“Fuck Gladman to death!”

“Justice will prevail!”

The outlaws bred by the big families shouted along with them in a frenzied manner, no matter what, the other party only had about fifty people.

……

“They’re preparing to charge again!”

Laddie shouted to alert the crowd.

After being repulsed several times in a row, the rebels once again rallied their men and surrounded them.

“Damn it, just how many of them are there?”

Paul got a little scared and wondered in his mind if he should pick a direction to break out.

Even if the other side’s morale was shitty and their fighting strength was trash, but if his side just stayed in place and didn’t move in defense, it didn’t make sense for the other side to retreat ah.

If something happens to the letter of request for help and the reinforcements are delayed, the ammunition, food, and fresh water on their side will always run out, while the rebel side will be able to get a constant supply of replenishment, and their people will be able to rotate and rest.

But this territory is so unfamiliar to himself, and the rebels have been plotting for so long that every road could be littered with traps.

He was in the midst of a heavenly battle in his mind when a frantic howl came out from the depths of the woods, accompanied vaguely by many slogans.

“Fine, come on then, I’m not afraid of you!”

Paul hatefully raised his pistol, which he had used to finish off five people in the previous battle.

There was still some residual heat left on the gun, even though it had just been soaked in water for a while before being wiped dry.

The high intensity of the previous battle had made the barrels of many of the men hot, luckily each of the guards had two guns, and the relatively low temperatures of the night helped dissipate the heat.

But because of the heat from the barrels, and the cover of the trees, the rebels had broken into the camp several times, and fortunately they were at the end of their tether by then, and had retreated under the heroic counterattacks of the guards, but almost everyone on Paul’s side was also wounded.

Once more the rebels were encircling.

Victor’s eyes widened at the sight of the charging enemy, and then he tapped the “sniper” Eglam, who had just loaded his rifle, at his side.

“See that guy with the burnt bag?”

“Lord Victor, are you talking about the glowing guy?” The moon gave Chacon’s delicate armor a mysterious and elegant glow.

“Yes, it’s that stupid guy. You save your bullets and finish him off later after he rushes into range.”

“As you wish, Lord Victor.” ……

“Assault!”

Chacon shouted, quickly stepping away from his legs below, raising his greatsword and dragging his heavy armor with him as he began to charge.

“Kill!” His cohorts followed along with him to the left and right as they ran towards the lord’s camp.

A bright flame light flashed through the lord’s camp once more, and just like the previous times, one traitor after another was knocked to the ground by bullets.

Chacon tried not to look at the misery of the unlucky ones, forcing his eyes to stare dead on at Graiman’s camp.

Just then, he suddenly felt something hit him in the stomach. The force was so great that it even made Chacon, who was charging hard, stop for a moment.

Oooh wow! It hurts!
Chacon suddenly felt a sharp pain hit him, as if his abdomen had been hit by a sledgehammer.

With a clang, his armor made a crashing sound, and Chacon fell to his knees in a flash, gasping for air.

He carefully reached out and slowly felt around the abdomen of his armor.

Thankfully, there were no broken areas! That meant that whatever that bullet was called hadn’t intruded inside.

Chacon took a few breaths before standing up again, enduring the discomfort in his abdomen.

“Hit the tyrant!”

He shouted, joining the charging crowd once again.

“Damn! Couldn’t you be more accurate with your shots?”

Viktor, the head of the guards, reprimanded his subordinate with the line gun with some annoyance.

“Lord Victor, I apologize!” Squire Aigram apologized while nimbly loading the ammunition, “But just now I should have hit it, look at the way he kneeled down just now.”

Well, Victor thought helplessly, perhaps the quality of the armor on the other side was too good, or perhaps the dimness of the night affected the shooter’s judgment of distance to the point that the force was already small when he hit his target.

“I swear I’ll be able to finish him off with the next shot ironically.” Eglam said viciously.

Several of the men spotted Chacon, shrouded in moonlight, and fired in droves, also using him as a target.

But the guy was incredibly lucky, and the others surprisingly didn’t hit him with a single shot.

It looked as if Chacon was about to run to the edge of the reject, and Eglam had just loaded his ammunition.

When it was too late, an amazing tongue of fire suddenly shot out from Paul’s side, and like a python attacking its prey, the flames shot up to Chacon with a whirring sound – the green-haired witch had struck.

Bearing the flame baptism of Chacon, it was as if his body was doused with grease, and the flames quickly spread all over his body.

“Oh! No… no…!”

Chacon dropped the greatsword in his hand and slapped his body in horror, the force of it causing his armor to make a snapping sound.

None of this helped, however, as the shocking heat quickly conducted itself along the metal armor and onto his flesh.

“ah… ah… ah…!!!”

In just under a minute of color, Chacon was no longer able to do anything that could be called rational, and he fell to the ground, rolling around haphazardly with only a stress response to the pain.

If anyone had been near him, they would have been able to smell something coming from that full body armor.

The armor that was supposed to protect him had now become a cage to trap him.

(End of chapter)