Warlord: King of All Clans

After approaching three hundred meters, the Riverbend soldiers' skirmish line slowly stopped moving.

Despite having only half the number of the enemy, their battle line was stretched even further, creating the impression that they were about to encircle them.

The Riverbend soldiers who had pulled the trigger began to reload slowly and methodically in place.

With smooth movements, they took out a paper cartridge from their waist ammunition pouches, bit open the gunpowder packet at the end, and poured a small amount of gunpowder into the chamber of the musket.

After closing the chamber cover, they raised the long gun and directly inserted the remaining paper cartridge into the muzzle, then pulled out the ramrod and gently tamped it three times.

Because the reloading steps were so ingrained in their muscle memory, their movements looked very leisurely and comfortable, like a group of hunters hunting in a game reserve.

Some Riverbend soldiers would even whisper to each other while reloading, taking advantage of the captain's inattention.

But in fact, every Riverbend soldier's movements were not slow at all, and the speed of reloading bullets was much faster than that of the Southern Border musketeers.

When reloading ammunition, many Riverbend soldiers looked at the opposite side, seemingly choosing their next favorite prey.

They didn't need the officers' command at all, and they didn't care about the uniformity of shooting, as long as they finished reloading, they would aim and shoot.

Another volley of musket fire, and a faint gunpowder smoke spread out.

In the Southern Border musketeer corps, even more people fell.

This time, not only line infantry, but also some mounted officers supervising the battle were shot and killed by the excellent shooters among the Riverbend soldiers, and they fell off their horses one after another.

The remaining Southern Border officers were dumbfounded and subconsciously pulled on the reins, no longer advancing.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the commander of the musketeer corps immediately shouted: "Move forward faster!"

In the suddenly rapid music of the drummers and buglers, the Southern Border line musketeer team suddenly quickened their pace and began to jog forward.

A Southern Border musketeer, holding a musket, watched his comrades fall one by one, and could no longer control the panic in his heart, and pulled the trigger ahead of time.

The mounted supervising officer behind him raised his sword without hesitation and beheaded him with one sword.

But it was too late, the roar of the musket triggered a chain reaction, and at least five hundred-man line teams all followed suit and opened fire ahead of time.

The chaotic shooting suddenly broke out, and above the line musketeer team, a cloud of gunpowder smoke suddenly rose.

Because of the quality of the gunpowder, the smoke was the biggest enemy of the Southern Border musketeers, but they were not without a solution, and that was to continue advancing forward in large strides.

While hurriedly reloading bullets with long-term training, and marching forward in large strides to the rhythm of the drummers and buglers, the musketeers quickly passed through the smoke and changed their ammunition at the same time.

Then they saw that the enemies on the opposite side were standing unharmed, no one fell at all, and all the enemies' muzzles seemed to be aimed at them.

Another round of bullets came, and one of the hundred-man teams that received special attention was left with only a dozen people standing scattered.

These surviving musketeers, losing the supervision of officers and drummers, could not help but look back at their teammates lying all over the ground behind them, and subconsciously slowed down their pace.

The nearby companies saw it and naturally slowed down their pace.

The entire musketeer corps actually stopped slowly in the rain of bullets, from a well-trained elite musketeer unit, it became a stubborn donkey that did not listen to orders.

Most of the lead bullets fell on the grass in front of them, and occasionally a few bullets hit the Riverbend soldiers' military coats, and then weakly fell on the Riverbend soldiers' military boots.

Two Riverbend soldiers who were hit by lead bullets could not help but smile at each other.

They were also used to using smoothbore muskets, and their familiarity with their performance was far clearer than that of the opponent's musketeers.

The average height of the Southern Border soldiers was a whole head shorter than that of the Northern Border people, and the muskets in their hands were also shorter, just looking at the length of the barrel and the color of the smoke, most of the Riverbend veterans could judge their range.

At this distance, unless they hit unprotected vital points such as the eyes, they could not cause any damage to them.

Seeing the decline on the battlefield, Earl Macdonald could no longer hold back and could only offer the last trump card.

"Armored Knights, charge!"

"Mage Corps, create a sandstorm."

Following Earl Macdonald's orders, the Southern Border knights behind him got on their horses one after another, picked up their heavy lances, and began to charge towards the Riverbend skirmish line.

The Southern Border's armor is famous all over the world, and almost every powerful earl will form his own armored knight corps.

As one of the governors of the four major provinces in the Southern Border, Earl Macdonald has an armored knight corps of five hundred people, more than half of whom are extraordinary knights.

In addition to the armored knights trained by his own family, his vassals and allies also gathered three hundred armored knights.

A total of eight hundred armored iron cavalry formed a steel torrent, rushing towards the thin Riverbend skirmish line.

This is the foundation of the Orlantis Empire's hegemony over the continent. Wherever the steel torrent passes, no matter what race or arms, they must avoid its edge.

The nearest Riverbend soldiers saw it from a distance, moved their muzzles horizontally and pulled the trigger at the armored knights.

The Southern Border armored knights were prepared, they held the lance in their right hand and carried a knight's kite shield in their left hand.

In order to cope with the increasing number of firearms, their knight kite shields have been thickened, and after the bullets of the rifled guns penetrate the knight kite shields, the pointed lead bullets shatter into slag, most of which are embedded on the wooden lining inside the kite shield.

A small number of lead bullet fragments successfully passed through the shield, but only left shallow scratches on the armored knight's full body plate armor.

But the Riverbend soldiers were not fighting alone. Seeing the enemy's heavy cavalry dispatched, the Boar Rider Corps, guarding the flanks, also slowly pressed forward.

Sikes, the leader, had two newly developed revolvers on his waist, a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, a small leather armor, and goggles on his head.

Kobolds cannot wear heavy iron armor to fight, and those thin iron sheets cannot block the heavy blows of strong races, so the Boar Riders only wear small leather armor to prevent abrasions, and rely entirely on the armor of the war boars under their seats to defend against the enemy's attacks.

These Boar Riders are the core elite of the Kobold Valley and can be considered veterans, and their courage is far greater than that of the wild kobolds.

They dyed their hair in various colors, like a group of little mountain goblins, restlessly climbing around on the backs of the unicorn boars.

With enough steel and more advanced craftsmanship, the heavy bronze armor on the unicorn boars has been replaced by lighter, thinner, but more surprisingly defensive steel plates.

Sikes was riding on the back of a rhinoceros-like unicorn boar, with only a kobold head exposed above the steel baffle.

She looked at the Southern Border Armored Knight Corps, raised the double-barreled shotgun in her hand, and shouted: "Boar Rider Corps, charge!"

Behind her, five hundred Boar Riders all raised the double-barreled shotguns in their hands, urging the war boars under their feet to slowly accelerate.

The Southern Border Armored Knights' lances are more than three meters long, but the double-barreled shotguns in the hands of the Boar Riders fire single lead bullets with an armor-piercing distance of thirty meters!

At the same time as the two sides' armors collided, a sandstorm slowly rose on the musketeer corps' position.