Warlord: King of All Clans

After Bjorn shot and killed the enemy commander, the soldiers of the River Bend also pulled the trigger.

Dense gunfire rang out, and the cavalry regiment on the opposite side was immediately thrown to the ground.

No matter whether they were wearing armor or not, whether they were men or horses, or whether they were equipped or not, they would all be killed with one shot.

Seeing their companions falling off their horses one after another when they were still unable to see the enemy's face, even the main commander was no exception, the entire cavalry regiment was thrown into chaos.

Fortunately, they still had some small leaders who could urge the troops to continue the attack, and the number of people on the opposite side also gave the Western Border Cavalry the illusion that they could be eaten.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, Freya and a group of friends screamed in fear.

Snell and Totos hugged each other, screaming and releasing magic power, and suddenly a magic shield with a radius of five meters was deployed, covering all the friends.

Those arrows shot from a long distance densely hit the magic shield, and then quickly lost their power and fell down as if they were shot into the water.

On the contrary, all the Hewan soldiers standing in the front row remained calm, reloading bullets and continuing to shoot in an orderly manner.

The muskets in the hands of the Hewan soldiers were Virgil's third-generation rifled rifles, which were half the weight of the first-generation rifles in Bjorn's hands and had a 20% smaller caliber.

After the barrel boring machine in the musket workshop was put into use, Hewan rifled barrels also began to be mass-produced, and the output was no lower than that of the previous smoothbore barrels.

In just one year, all members of the River Bend Musketeer Corps were equipped with Virgil's third-generation rifled rifles.

Although the first generation of Virgil in Bjorn's hand has been continuously optimized, its caliber has not become smaller, which means it is an anti-material sniper rifle designed to penetrate the extraordinary battle armor.

The second-generation rifles used by the wild snipers are all hand-made by senior gunsmiths. They have been lightweighted and are still difficult to operate.

Ordinary soldiers do not have enough physical strength to use these two sniper rifles, so there are three generations of muskets.

The rifle in the hands of the Hewan soldiers is slightly less powerful, but its range and accuracy are not reduced. Even ordinary young and strong people can master it quickly, not to mention these professional soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a long time.

By the time the cavalry regiment approached, the five centurions had finished loading their guns under Yue Gechar's command.

As Burke's favorite youngest son, Yue Gechar was certainly not alone. When he went to Hewan to study, he brought nearly a hundred guards and servants, including many extraordinary people with considerable combat capabilities.

These family soldiers who protected Yue Gechar were trained by him to become gunners, capable of operating the lightweight and portable Centurion shotgun.

At this time, the five centurions showed their power and fired hundreds of dense shotgun shells at once, which also caused heavy damage to the cavalry regiment that was rushing towards them.

The temporary chariot formation arranged by Strong and the 100 soldiers from the River Bend caused disagreements among the Western Cavalry who had lost their command.

Some cavalrymen attempted to bypass the chariot formation and attack the musketeers hiding on the roofs and behind the chariots through the gaps. Some cavalrymen, led by their leaders, turned to attack the Hundred River Bay soldiers on the small mound.

Strong's lieutenant was an officer of the Second Riverbend Musketeer Regiment. He had been promoted from a low-level militiaman to deputy commander, and had long been in charge of more than a thousand people.

This time, serving as Strong's deputy general, I felt no pressure at all.

He looked at the same number of Western cavalry charging towards him, without a trace of emotion on his face.

The vast plains of the Western Border grassland are not absolutely flat, and there are slightly undulating hillocks everywhere.

The small mound they occupied was not the highest one, but it was relatively large, big enough for a hundred people to form a circle and squeeze on it.

The smooth earth slope will not affect the cavalry's attack, but it will slightly slow down their charge.

The small mound, less than five meters high, provided the musketeers with ample vision, and this distance was just enough to support the main force of the convoy.

Only when the enemy rushed within a hundred meters under fire did the deputy general shout out orders.

"First row, second row, put on your bayonets! Third row, keep firing! Grenadiers, get your grenades ready!"

The Hewan soldiers squatting in the front row immediately stopped shooting upon hearing the order, pulled out the bayonet from their waist, put it on the muzzle of the gun, then stuck the butt of the gun on the ground and pointed the tip of the bayonet at the cavalry.

Some of them thought the queue was too crowded and affected their movements, so they simply sat on the ground.

There are only two results when cavalry charges at densely packed infantry formations. One is that the infantry will be frightened by the tall horses and lances and will then scatter.

The second is that the infantry remained indifferent, while the cavalry and war horses were afraid of the sharp tips of the spears and chose to avoid them at the last moment.

For a real collision to occur, only those armored knights who have been trained for more than ten years, equipped with the most ferocious northern war horses, and who are ready to die together, can break through the infantry formation and open a gap at the cost of their own lives.

Unfortunately, there was not a single such assassin in this cavalry regiment - or if there was, they were gone after a few rounds of shooting.

However, all the soldiers in Hewan were strong. As soon as they saw the strength of the enemy, they knew they could not catch up with them, so they didn't even think of dodging and just sat on the ground.

Sure enough, with heavy casualties, the remaining Western Border cavalry did not have enough courage to charge into the bayonet formation and they all moved to the sides.

With a dozen roars, grenades exploded among the cavalry, instantly taking the lives of several Western cavalrymen. The loud noise frightened the horses and they went out of control.

The cavalry who had bypassed the enemy lost the courage to attack again, and disappeared on the snowfield without looking back.

The deputy general ignored these fleeing soldiers, but instead commanded his troops to gather the cavalry outside the train formation, exacerbating their defeat.

Thousands of cavalrymen couldn't even touch the edge of the enemy's clothes. Just one charge left half of the corpses scattered.

Looking at the corpses of people and horses all over the ground, Yue Gechaer couldn't believe it.

He had always overestimated the combat effectiveness of the River Bend Legion to the greatest extent, but when three hundred musketeers encountered one thousand Western Territory cavalry, no matter how much he overestimated it, it would still be a bloody battle, and they could only win with the assistance of extraordinary combat forces such as Freya and Gerard.

But in this battle, his five centurions only fired one round, and before they had time to reload for the second round, the opponent was defeated.

It was a complete massacre.

He looked at the rifles in the hands of the Hewan soldiers with infinite desire in his eyes.

The firearms workshop of Ulangal has always relied on the alliance advantage of Hewan and constantly imitated military technology, which enabled it to produce flintlock rifles.

But the rifling technology of Hewan is kept secret, and the gunsmiths of Ulangal cannot imitate it at all.

The pass rate of their hand-rolled long gun barrels was originally low. Only seven out of ten were qualified, and they still met the Ulangar inspection requirements.

The factory test of Ulangal is to double the charge without explosion, instead of Hewan's triple charge.

Once the rifling is carved, it’s like going back to the time when we first came into contact with the musket - making one and blowing it up one by one.

During his absence from Ulangal, the person in charge of the firearms workshop was smart enough to learn from the Hewan Workshop and engraved the factory number on the barrels of their own smoothbore guns - just this tiny scratch reduced the pass rate of this batch of muskets by 30%!

As soon as the battle ended, scouts rushed to Ulangal to report the outcome to Dukak.

After hearing the scout's report, Dukak was furious. "What the hell? One thousand heavy cavalry can't beat three hundred musketeers? Are you kidding me? I can crush so many of them with my horse's hooves! Did the warriors of the A'er tribe grow up eating horse manure?"