Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Benny leaned against the temporary shelter and clearly heard footsteps coming from the corner of the street in front of him.

The friction of metal armor... It was a knight, but he was not riding a warhorse.

He raised the magic gun in his hand and aimed it at the position where the enemy would appear not far away - this was the only way for the Fengyuan Knights to go from the station to the Duke's Mansion. After they took the outer city, they directly split into two groups and blocked the enemy's possible reinforcements in different areas of the inner city.

Since arriving in Fengyuan City on an ironclad ship, the siege and raid battle has been advancing extremely quickly. The battle has only lasted for less than an hour and a half. The Fengyuan City Wharf, the outer city, and the city guard station have all fallen into the control of the Northern Army.

Benny's combat team was responsible for intercepting the Fengyuan Knights who were trying to reinforce the Duke's Palace. He never thought that he would be able to kill an enemy so quickly, and it was a fully armed orthodox knight. However, when he saw the man who was hit in the chest by his bullet fell on his back, his brain also lost all thinking ability. He could only numbly repeat the stiff action of raising the gun and shooting under the command of the team leader.

"Don't be distracted! They are coming again!" Suddenly, a gun barrel appeared beside him. Benny turned his head and found that it was his team leader Newman.

"I heard their movements. These guys tried to sneak past our blockade..." Benny looked focused, but spoke weakly, "It was too dark, I couldn't see how many enemies there were."

Newman patted the recruit on the shoulder, half teasing and half comforting, "Logically, this shouldn't be your first time killing someone, of course... if in your mind, the evil orcs are not considered [people] at all."

Benny shrank his neck and dared not argue for himself. During the actual combat training of the recruits, he did shoot randomly and accidentally hit an evil orc who almost rushed to the trench, but when cleaning the battlefield afterwards, he didn't dare to get close to the corpses. He hid behind and vomited for an unknown period of time.

He hesitated for a moment before he asked, "Team leader, the injured comrades sent to the rear...will they all survive, right?"

The team leader narrowed his eyes and his tone turned cold and hard, "Maybe, no one can guarantee 100% survival in the war. You can only try your best to make fewer mistakes so as not to kill yourself and drag down your comrades."

Benny nodded. From the initial nervousness and panic to the numbness and confusion now, he finally understood the meaning of Captain Wayne's words during the recruit training: "Only after experiencing real life and death battles can you become a qualified soldier."

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"Attention! They are coming!" Team leader Newman suddenly shouted in a low voice and decisively pulled the trigger. With the firelight that broke out when the magic bullet hit the enemy's armor, the soldiers saw clearly the enemies rushing out from the corner of the street in the dark - seven or eight people holding huge shields made of fine steel and slowly pushing towards them. One of the shields had a corner cracked, which should be the result of the team leader's shooting just now. Benny could even see the terrified face of the young knight behind the gap in the shield.

They now clearly knew that the solid shield made of fine steel could not withstand the magic guns in the hands of the Northern Army soldiers.

But they still resolutely executed the order and fearlessly held the shield and moved forward.

The team leader's shooting pointed out the direction for the other soldiers. Benny immediately raised his gun and aimed at an enemy hiding behind the shield and fired decisively.

The bullet hit the shield and penetrated without any hindrance. The knight behind the shield screamed immediately, and then fell to the ground with a bang. The enemies on both sides quickly closed in and quickly filled the gap left by the dead.

More and more soldiers started to shoot freely, and shot these desperate shield bearers one by one. In the dark and empty streets, only the enemy's uniform footsteps, slightly fearful breathing, and the bangs of falling to the ground after being shot could be heard... and the sound of the Northern Army soldiers firing in silence.

"Are they just coming up like this to die in vain?" Team leader Newman began to feel that something was wrong. The shield bearers in the front row had already fallen down, and people kept coming up from the back to continue to carry the damaged shields... Who were they covering for?

Before he could think of an answer, the number of shield bearers, who were gradually dwindling, finally advanced to a position less than 200 meters away from the firing position of the Northern Army. Then they threw down their huge shields and quickly dispersed to both sides, revealing a row of dark shadows behind them.

"It's the Fengyuan Knight!" Benny widened his eyes in surprise, and then he found that the four hooves of the warhorse under the opponent's crotch were tied with thick cotton cloth to cover the crisp sound of the horse's hooves when running. Just like that, it relied on the shield in front of the towering shield to advance to a very close distance from its own side.

Clang!

The black-clad and silver-armored knight in the lead roared, "For His Excellency the Duke! For Fengyuan City! Charge with me!"

The strong and well-trained warhorse did not need to trot and accumulate power in advance. Under the control of the skilled knight, the horse's hooves rose instantly and rushed towards the firing position of the Northern Army like a catapult.

"Salvo! Salvo! Empty the magazines!" Several team leaders and captains of the Northern Army shouted loudly, stood up directly from the bunkers, and fired wildly at the knight team in front of them regardless of anything.

Benny was so frightened by the mass charge that his body became stiff. After running out of bullets, he still held the trigger tightly and completely forgot the prescribed action of quickly changing the magazine. He could even vaguely see the steam coming out of the enemy's horse and the cold light of the metal armor in the rain of bullets and fire.

A knight who rushed to the front raised his hand and threw it violently. The silver light of the javelin in his hand flashed, and with a puff, it pierced the shoulder of a recruit next to Benny. The force was so great that it even nailed the unfortunate guy directly to the ground.

The soldier's shoulder wound spurted blood, and his mouth and nose also oozed red blood foam as he screamed hoarsely. Benny was so scared that he could no longer maintain the half-squatting shooting posture. He sat down on the ground with his buttocks trembling.

An old soldier quickly emptied his magazine, slung his rifle over his back, rushed forward in two steps, broke the spear that was pinning the soldier with his bare hands, and dragged him to the back quickly by pulling his collar.

The distance of more than 100 meters was almost reached in an instant under the desperate charge of Fengyuan Knights. More and more soldiers who had emptied their magazines but had no time to reload were hit by the javelins thrown by the enemy.

"The enemy wants to trade lives with us! They want to break through the encirclement!"

"Back off! Back off! Retreat to the second line!"

"Wounded, drag the wounded away!"

Benny felt his belt tighten, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the back of his waist by Team Leader Newman and stumbled to the back. At the moment, the only thing he could remember was that he must not drop the gun in his hand.

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"I'm not going to die here, am I?" Benny had just felt a little scared when Newman stepped on his back and pressed him to the ground.

Then he heard a burst of dense gunfire without any gaps from the second line of defense behind him...

The next second, a series of sounds of flesh and bones breaking and armor cracking that were so piercing that it made people's teeth ache were heard from the enemy team that rushed to the front.

Bullets passed over Benny's head with a strong airflow like raindrops, and a strong bloody smell came to his face.

The intensive shooting lasted less than a minute. When Benny was pulled up from the ground by the team leader again, he was shocked to find that the enemy who was about to cross the first line of defense had disappeared at this moment.

There was only a bloody scene like hell in front of him, with countless broken limbs and arms of living people and war horses spread on the ground, and the broken meat was piled in the thick blood covering the back of the foot. Even a complete body of the dead could not be pieced together.

Team leader Newman stepped over the sandbag shelter, picked up a relatively intact fine steel sword from the pile of blood and flesh, and shook off the meat residue with a grim smile.

Benny felt something churning in his stomach, bent over and retched a few times, and found that he could not vomit anything except acid water.

"You bastards from the machine gun team, if you were half a minute later, we would have to fight these damn knights head-on!" A veteran captain shouted.