In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 754

“Steady, steady!”

“Everyone forms a circular formation back to back, keeping an eye on every direction. No need to aim, just shoot if there is any movement!”

Lieutenant Robert shouted at the top of his lungs. He felt as if he had returned to the era of line combat. Comrades fell around him all the time, and they happened without warning. No one could tell who he was. Not the next one.

laugh–

The sharp claws tore the throats of his comrades beside him, and blood spattered all over his body and face, as if he had once again become the red-coated soldier who fought on a par with Napoleon and shocked Europe.

An armored infantryman raised the magic firearm in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Countless small steel balls shot out from the barrel of the gun. This specially made shotgun instantly formed a barrage, covering all directions in front of the body, bursting into a rain of blood, and an incoming Texas werewolf was caught off guard. The next one was heavily bombarded and flew out.

The steel balls embedded themselves in his flesh and blood, even on his cheeks, causing him to whimper in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the armored infantry drew their chainswords and strode forward. Before they could swing their swords to kill the severely injured werewolf, the whole man and his heavy armor were thrown away.

The Veneto beast’s eyes were radiating scarlet light, and bursts of white mist were sprayed from its mouth and nose, lying in front of the British reconnaissance team.

Bang–

No order is needed at all.

The moment Veneto’s whereabouts were exposed, the powerful pressure attracted all the firepower. The leader of the King’s Blade raised his chain sword high, fired steam from behind, and strode towards Veneto.

But although Veneto had the title of a bloodthirsty wolf, he had not lost his mind at this time. He picked up the wounded on the ground and disappeared into the streets after a few ups and downs.

Only the shining red eyes of the king’s sharp blade were left, as well as the individual artillery that was constantly tracking Veneto, but could only be put down after several attempts.

Each King’s Blade is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, but their own strength is not that outstanding. Without this set of armor, their strength is only at the level of the elite Cape Head.

As a mass-produced armor, the biggest feature of the King’s Blade Armor compared to the Iron Duke is that it is not an artifact and cannot be integrated with the user.

With this armor, they can fight and win against elite centurion enemies in open areas. On the frontal battlefield, their killing efficiency is ten times higher than that of werewolves who still rely on minions and claws.

But this is a street fight. Even if their naked eyes are blessed with special equipment, it is difficult to keep up with the werewolves who have been blessed with the “Speed ​​Law” by Lavinia, and after their transformation, their strength has increased dramatically.

On another battlefield, the encounter of the British scouts was even more terrifying.

The ground was covered with bloody stumps. The remaining British soldiers withdrew into a residential building. They were shivering and nervous. From time to time, someone would suddenly fire a shot, but it was more to embolden them than to attack the enemy.

As another armored infantryman was beheaded silently, the morale of the British soldiers had hit rock bottom.

The main sources of these British troops are lower-class workers, farmers and other lower classes. Officers are often from the middle class or from military families. Their only purpose in joining the army is to make a fortune.

Otherwise, who would be willing to join an expeditionary force and be sent to America, Africa, or even more distant barren lands?

If there is no other choice, no one would want to leave the country and go overseas.

After all, in the eyes of Europe as a whole, the Americas are at the bottom of the contempt chain. The United States in another world line is still despised by the old Europeans, let alone the Americas, a world full of wild animals and native beasts in the wilderness.

The main force of immigrants are mostly workers and farmers, lower-class people who have no ability to resist risks.

There is also the so-called middle class and small bourgeoisie of this era, who will quickly fall into abject poverty once they are laid off.

This is also the reason why the Americas have been unable to absorb sufficient labor for so many years and can only rely on black slaves sold from Africa.

“Mom, I want to go home.”

“Father, why don’t you punish these damn devils.”

“I surrender, don’t kill me, please!”

As the last armored infantryman’s head was chopped off, these British soldiers collapsed completely. They completely lost their minds and ran away, regardless of the fact that doing so would only lead to faster death.

In the house, only the king’s sharp sword with sword marks all over his body was left, standing alone and holding on.

What he can do is very limited. Facing the terrifying existence that comes and goes like the wind and cannot even catch a shadow, the most he can do is take more damage.

He raised the chain sword in his hand and suddenly looked behind the fleeing soldiers – in the darkness, a figure wearing a dark blue cloak and wearing double blades was slowly walking towards him. Behind her, as if An invisible sharp blade slashed through, and all the escapees’ movements came to an abrupt halt.

“woman?”

The king’s sharp blade looked a bit shocked. He didn’t expect that the elusive enemy just now turned out to be such a harmless-looking young lady.

But this did not affect his reaction. He quickly raised the weapon in his hand and attacked the opponent.

Another battlefield.

Bang!

The armored infantrymen lined up in columns fired a volley, beating a werewolf into a sieve.

These silent armored infantrymen are not good at boosting morale, because their voices are difficult to transmit to the ordinary soldiers through their masks in the noisy battlefield, but they obviously use practical actions to stabilize the morale of the soldiers.

Ordinary soldiers began to follow these armored infantrymen, advancing slowly on the streets, repelling one or two attacking werewolves from time to time.

Compared with the battle line that the local army could at least barely hold, Arthur felt like he was having a nightmare.

He had previously engaged in small-scale border conflicts with Texans and had experienced the horror of Texas werewolves.

But the werewolves he faced were not so terrifying at all.

Because in order to avoid intensifying the conflict and forming an “anti-Texas alliance” between Louisiana and Mexico, Giuliano has rarely sent elite centurions to participate in border conflicts.

Even if he did, he would not go all out.

The wolf tribe is an alien in the American continent. If you are not careful, you will fall into a situation of being surrounded and suppressed. The combat effectiveness of ordinary wolf tribes is not much stronger than that of the British army equipped with special firearms.

For example, the British armored infantry, whose combat power is close to that of the wolf tribe leader, but it takes a long time for a leader to grow up, while a set of armored infantry only needs to spend money and start the machine.

Giuliano’s decision cannot be said to be wrong, but keeping a low profile obviously cannot prevent the arrival of war.

“Be careful, they are coming!”

Arthur’s soldiers fired blindly. A week ago, they were still using backward breech-loading smoothbore rifles without rifling, let alone any shooting skills.

Swish–

A colonial militiaman was torn in half, and the bloody werewolf grabbed a militiaman and quickly escaped into the darkness.

The colonial militia stared at the torn body on the ground in amazement. For most people, this was the first time they really saw the legendary “werewolf”. Before that, it was more like some kind of urban legend.

After all, the “mixed-blood wolf tribes” that they usually come into contact with, wandering in various countries, are nothing more than an extra pair of ears or an extra tail. They are stronger than ordinary people, but they can never ignore guns.

As the bottom of society, they are not terrible. They are often regarded as vagrants, thieves, professional beggars, circus clowns, parasites in the city, and are excluded from mainstream society.

The way they travel to various parts of Europe is often to smuggle with their superior physical fitness, and they are illegal in various countries.

Sometimes they are even “cleaned up” by the military and police for no reason on the grounds of affecting the appearance of the city. They have no property rights and are bullied by others. Their status is even lower than that of the Jews and Gypsies who have suffered discrimination for thousands of years.

There are still many wandering wolf tribes in Europe. After all, the price of a ticket to cross the ocean is too high.

Although the Texans have also established organizations such as the “Wolf Tribe Federation” and the “Wandering Wolf Tribe Mutual Aid Association” in Europe to recruit wolf immigrants, the scale is very limited.

After all, although there are wandering wolves everywhere, most of them are actually only in the surrounding areas of the Apennines, and they don’t form settlements at all. If it weren’t for their strong physical fitness and long lifespan, they might have been extinct long ago.

But after arriving in Texas, they discovered that those wolves, who used to be like sheep and didn’t deserve the title of werewolves, actually had such terrible power.

Just when Arthur thought that he would be the next one to be killed.

A towering figure, as if appearing out of thin air, came to him and knocked a werewolf flying directly away.

It was the local Iron Duke, a great man!

The Iron Duke’s movements were undoubtedly faster than the King’s Blade.

While knocking the werewolf away, the chainsaw sword in his hand fell like lightning, cutting it directly in half.

He looked at the flesh and blood stumps on the ground, which were still wriggling and trying to connect even though they were cut in half, and frowned under his visor: “Dirty beast!”

The next moment, pale cold flames spurted out from the jet tube in his palm, and instantly burned all the flesh and blood to ashes.

“It’s the Iron Duke!”

“The Iron Duke is here!”

The surviving scouts shouted ecstatically.

But at this moment, there was a bang, and a golden spear was nailed into the ground, and the rubble that was stirred up hit the Iron Duke’s visor.

Following that, a female knight in iron armor fell from the sky and landed lightly on the end of the spear. She looked at the tall Iron Duke opposite her, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: “Long time no see, Duke of Wellington.”