In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 756

Those “giants” holding chain saws, saw-toothed shields, and carrying gun barrels on their shoulders seemed to be the same as before except that the fighting became more intense after entering the city. From time to time, houses exploded and there were huge flames.

The dead city of New Naples is like a devil’s cave that swallows everything.

Screams, wails, artillery fire, and gunshots composed the tragic song of hell.

The British soldiers who were digging parapets, occupying towers, adjusting naval guns, and aiming at the French fleet on the shore looked back from time to time, with worries written on their faces.

They had no intention of confronting the French. Almost everyone was staring at the passage leading from the port to the city.

Suddenly, a burst of panicked footsteps gradually approached.

“Help! Someone come quickly!”

“Ah, no!”

The shrill screams, accompanied by the horrific sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, made every British soldier present shudder. Without Lieutenant Colonel Scott’s order, they spontaneously raised their weapons and aimed at the entrance of the passage. .

Lieutenant Colonel Scott swallowed. He was not an inexperienced person. When he served in the Cape Colony, he had dealt with the black wizards of the Zulu people. In his opinion, witchcraft and demons , if a white crystal bomb hits it, everything will be wiped out.

But he has never seen the evil demon still helpless even though the King’s squad led by the Iron Duke himself is on board.

The next moment, a bloodstained soldier ran out. When he stepped into the light of the searchlight, his youthful and excessive face, his despair and panic, were engraved in the memory of almost everyone who witnessed this scene. among.

Pfft——

The sharp lance pierced the soldier’s back.

They were a group of heavy cavalry covered in frost armor and tattered capes, but when the mounts on their crotches ran, they were as silent as carrying air.

They were seen slowly walking out of the passage. The leading cavalry used weapons to pick up the soldiers’ corpses. The searchlight swept across, illuminating their pale vampire-like faces under their armor, as well as their eyes that shone with a faint blue light.

And the mounts under their crotches were also skeletons with only bones left.

The cold wind swept out from the passage. Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their upper and lower teeth were chattering.

“Fire and send these bastards back to hell!”

Even before it was Lieutenant Colonel Scott’s turn to give the order, a strong sense of fear drove the soldiers on the shore to start shooting. The dense bullets turned into a metal storm and tore the dozens of wild hunting horses into pieces in the blink of an eye. .

call–

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lieutenant Colonel Scott observed carefully for a long time and found that the scattered undead cavalry had not been put back together again, so he said with a hint of ridicule: “Look, I said bullets are the best way to exorcise demons.”

Unfortunately, his wise words this time were not echoed by his subordinates.

The adjutants were still immersed in fear and unable to extricate themselves.

They now believe that Texas is a terrible devil’s cave. Their expedition is not at all to make a fortune, rob, or acquire colonies, but is truly to fight against evil.

“But isn’t that the duty of the Church and the Knights?”

“Don’t those Gallic chickens always claim to be the eldest daughter of God? Let them handle this kind of thing.”

The vast majority of soldiers do not have such a high level of consciousness – they travel thousands of miles to fight against evil, asking for nothing in return, and not fearing life or death. If they had such virtues, they would have joined the Knights and become users of the Holy Glory long ago.

The fear of the unknown enemy and the confusion about whether they could obtain enough loot in this battle caused their morale to fall again and again.

The last straw that broke the camel’s back was that, accompanied by impassioned drumbeats, a group of people sang hoarse songs and walked out of the passage in neat lines.

“God bless my king. Victory always brings glory; popularity among the people brings joy; governing the country brings good luck to the king.”

“God bless my king! Use your divine power, spread the sky net, protect the royal family, annihilate the enemy, clean up with one drum. Break the conspiracy, destroy the traitorous party, and wipe out all the chaotic alliances.”

They held high the “rice” flag and sang the tune – God Save the Queen.

It was originally a rather solemn scene, but at this moment, it seemed particularly strange.

“Our people are back?”

“Quick, shine the light over there!”

As the beam of the searchlight swept across, the figures that emerged were British soldiers wearing blood-stained military uniforms, with wounds all over their bodies, and even their internal organs exposed.

“Oh my God, it’s Robert’s team!”

“This is a bunch of dead people!”

“Texans can enslave the dead!”

Screams and exclamations spread like an infectious disease, until the dead soldiers marching in neat formation got closer and closer, and someone finally couldn’t help but open fire.

Bang–

The bullet penetrated the eye socket of the leading officer. The officer stretched out his hand to cover the wound in confusion, and asked in a hoarse voice with some doubts: “Why are you attacking us, Lieutenant Colonel? We have fulfilled our duties. Please send a ship.” The boat takes us home.”

They did not fight back, but just looked at the familiar comrades around them and begged: “Please, for the sake of everyone being comrades, let us go home.”

“You will be like this in the future. If you die in this demonic land, you will be tortured forever. You can only find relief by going home.”

Lieutenant Colonel Scott clenched his fists and shot the dead officer’s head off.

He knew very well that he could not allow these resurrected comrades to continue talking. Killing them would also make the soldiers feel “the death of the rabbit makes the fox mourn”, but it was better than letting them get close.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

One by one, the comrades were shot and fell to the ground, never to get up again – they would be imprisoned in this land forever, enduring endless suffering and torture.

In fact, these undead soldiers wearing British military uniforms were all created by Prajna. Because there was no story prototype, their strength was quite weak and they would break at the touch, but the “heart-attack strategy” spoken from their mouths was more effective than the charge of a thousand wild hunting cavalry.

Many British soldiers had tears on their faces, some because of fear, and some were touched by the sentence “You will become like this in the future.”

They clearly had the opportunity to be redeemed, but Lieutenant Colonel Scott gave up without hesitation.

This means that they will most likely encounter the same situation in the future.

Although the so-called “eternal torture and no relief” is all lies, the British soldiers don’t know that they may have prepared for death before they came, but what is more terrible than death is that they will never be redeemed.

This is not ignorance or superstition, but something that really exists.

America is already full of cultists and black wizards. Those black slaves from Africa brought all kinds of beliefs and evil gods, and it is not surprising that they have many terrible means.

Scott sighed deeply: “Accept Admiral George-the admiral must have seen the scene just now. I think that our officers and soldiers have completely lost their will to fight and apply to withdraw the ship.”

On the sea outside the port, the French who saw this scene had a much more complicated mood.

Watching the British suffer is a kind of enjoyment for most French people. Unfortunately, their opponents are too weird and too evil. Even the French soldiers who hate the British the most only feel uneasy when they see this scene, instead of gloating.

As the highest commander of the squadron, Governor Enrique’s mood is more complicated than that of ordinary naval officers and soldiers.

The fat meat that was originally planned to be divided up by them suddenly grew fangs and bit the diners fiercely, which caught Governor Enrique, who had always advocated a tough stance against Britain, off guard.

The French Army is the best in the world, and this is an undisputed fact. Its standing army is second only to Tsarist Russia, and its individual combat effectiveness is far superior to that of Tsarist Russia.

The British innovation in war machinery is indeed impressive, but France is not standing still.

However, the French still recognize the strength of the British Army.

The strength of the Texans, who can fight with the British like this, is really not to be underestimated. It is not a fish meat that they can easily divide up. On the contrary, if they want to conquer Texas, the price will definitely be extremely heavy.

Governor Enrique’s complex emotions are mainly concentrated on this.

France is now spreading too much, in North Africa, West Africa, Madagascar, South America, West India, East India, Indochina, and even in Spain. This second empire that follows Britain still needs to maintain high shipbuilding military expenses.

But France’s capital is far less than that of the British who own Indian colonies and North American colonies.

According to the strength shown by Texas, if they really defeated the British, France should give these “devils” an equal opportunity for cooperation.

Use weapons and equipment to exchange Texas’ minerals and agricultural products, and arm these dark creatures with strong combat effectiveness to become the British bloodletting tank.

Thinking of this, Enrique became excited again.

He whispered: “Texans, the great France is watching you, let me take a good look at your potential.”

The next moment, a dragon roar seemed to be thunderbolt.

Governor Enrique subconsciously raised his head and saw a huge red and black figure looming in the clouds.