As soon as the warning of Ashes was shouted, the floor tiles in Empire Square had already broken through many holes. Dozens of monsters that looked the same as a basin but had a scorpion tail crawled out from the ground and pounced on the men in black who were fighting the crazy beasts!

It's a Purging! Ashes recognized the name of this spider-like monster at the first time, but... The Purging is not a group creature. It was the scene of dozens of Purging cluster attacks at one time. It was the first time that Ash had seen it.

These skippers clung tightly to the men in black who were regarded as targets with eight slender arthropods. The scorpion tail behind them was raised high, and then they fell heavily. Nearly ten centimeters long sting needles had already penetrated into the men in black!

The men in black who were successfully attacked by the Purgler immediately twitched all over and fell to the ground. The venom of the Purgler was not fatal, but it would destroy the human central nervous system. This kind of damage was irreversible. Even if these men in black who were caught could be rescued, they would have to spend the rest of their lives in bed.

"Retreat! Retract the defense line!" Margaret was naturally targeted by several plunderers, but when these plunderers jumped into the air, they were already penetrated by Margaret's spear tip, and none of them could successfully knock her down. After waving the spear to force the few crazy beasts in front of her, Margaret issued an order to retreat to his subordinates.

The attack of the Plunderers made nearly twenty men in black lose their combat effectiveness. A huge gap appeared on the defensive position of the central market. Fortunately, before the crazy beasts broke into this gap, Margaret collected his subordinates in time and retreated to the back of the second defensive front.

But in this way, the carriage where the seeds of Ashes and the others were located suddenly became the forefront of fighting the beast tide.

"Lyon, take these seeds to the back and make sure they are safe!" Margaret turned to a tall man in black beside her and said.

"As for the order!" The man in black, who had the title of knight and was called Lyon, responded. Then he took the two of them into the carriage where the Ashes were.

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, follow me to the back. You have fifteen seconds... fifteen..."

"Wait a minute, give me a gun, and I can fight with you!" Ashes stood up and said.

In this case, it is unrealistic to leave the central market. He has been completely tied to the same boat as this group of men in black. If the men in black cannot withstand the attack of the beast tide, then ashes and these "seeds" will be left to death.

"Stop talking nonsense...Fourteen..."

"I can use a gun! I can fight! I have a lot of hunting experience!" Ash continued.

"Thirteen..." Lyon was still unmoved.

"I am familiar with the weaknesses of most beasts in the quarantine area! I-"

"Lyon, give him a gun." At this time, Margaret turned around and glanced at the ashes coldly. Her fair face was stained with red and black blood, and her whole body emitted a vicious aura that wanted to choose people, just like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Hold it." Lyon looked at Margaret, looked down at the ashes that were only tall at his chest, and threw a gun, a powder cartridge and a small bun of bullets to him.

This is a long-barrel flint gun, not the kind of strange weapon used by people in black that can shoot continuously without sound or fire. However, for Ashes, even if he is given a gun that shoots, he may not be able to use it.

"'Executor Type III'... the standard weapon of the Imperial Border Defense Force..." Ashes looked at the spear in his hand and immediately said its model.

This made Lyon not only glance at him more, but the knight didn't say much, but drove other seeds out of the carriage.

Although the Rhine Empire had a series of weapons control regulations, it did not completely prohibit civilians from possessing muskets. For example, civilians of special professions, such as bodyguards, mercenaries, hunters or forest rangers, can legally hold guns and a certain amount of ammunition after reporting to the imperial security agencies - but there are very strict regulations on the specifications of guns.

The barrel length of the flintstone held by civilians shall not exceed 30 cm, and the caliber of the gun must not be greater than three cm... The most important point is that the barrel with rifled shall not be used. If there is a violation, the person will be sentenced to one to three years of labor. If the weapon store sells such prohibited guns to civilians, the business license will be directly revoked, and all property will be confiscated and exiled to the frontier.

As for the guns used by the army, in addition to the special firearms used to fire shotguns and iron sand, they are basically all rifled guns. Rifting is a milestone invention in the history of weapons. Under the action of rifling, when the projectile passes through the barrel, it will be given the ability to rotate at a high speed. In this way, both range, power and accuracy will be greatly improved.

Generally speaking, the range of a smoothbore gun is only about 100 to 150 meters. The longer the range, the more terrible the accuracy. The range of a rifled gun can easily exceed 500 meters, and it can maintain a considerable accuracy when shooting long-range targets.

If a unit using a smoothbore gun and a unit using a rifled gun encounter in the field, the former may have been completely destroyed by the enemy beyond the range of the smoothbore gun in his hand.

...

After the "seeds" were taken away, the people in black quickly rushed into the carriage and mounted their guns on the window of the carriage.

Margaret's weapon was also replaced with a strangely shaped silver-white gun rifle. There was a round metal ammunition supply behind the gun guardrail. Obviously, this thing had strong continuous firepower.

The man in black who was responsible for the breaking of the rear also retreated from the front, and the final obstacle between the carriage and the crazy beast disappeared.

There were about half of the remaining wild beasts, and a dozen porcupines suddenly rushed to a place less than twenty meters away from the carriage. The black and white thorns on their backs stood up, looking like huge sea urchins.

Seeing this scene, Ashes suddenly changed his face and he hurriedly shouted: "Low down! Leave down! Hurry!"

"Do what he said!" After Margaret said that, she squatted under the car window, and the people in black under her men also did it-

A dense sound of breaking through the air came from the top of their heads, followed by a crisp metallic impact. Margaret looked up and saw countless spines like arrows passing through the car window and nailing to the inner wall of the car opposite.

Fortunately, the Ashes reminded him in time. During this round of volleys, no man in black was killed. Only one more unlucky guy was pierced through his thigh by a thorn. The thorn happened to hit a place in the carriage with a severely rusted place and penetrated directly.

"The thorns on the backs of these porcupines cannot be fired continuously. Now is our chance to fight back!" Ashes' heartbeat was very fast, but his tone tried his best to keep it steady, filling the black gunpowder into the chamber as fast as possible.

"Are you sure?" Margaret asked.

"Confirm, I know more about these monsters in the quarantine area than you... After all, I have lived in this damn place for ten years..." After saying that, Ash leaned out and pulled the trigger.

A ball of choking black and gray smoke erupted from the small hole at the muzzle, and the conical projectile used for the rifled gun roared out of the chamber, hitting a porcupine's eye accurately. The porcupine fell to the ground without even making a scream. The ashes quickly shrank back and reloaded the ammunition without panic.

"You seem to have been under military training?" Margaret did not rush to order his subordinates to fight back, but watched with interest as the ashes peeled a conical projectile made of brass from the oil paper and filled it into the barrel of the gun.

"...Who went to school, there are books about training the army in the Imperial King Li Da Library..."

"Can you read?" The look of interest in Margaret's eyes deepened a little further.

"Can..." Ashes felt a little nervous. You know, he was fourteen years old when he reported to Margaret. The disaster happened ten years ago. For a four-year-old child, let alone being able to understand the thick books in the big library, it would be extremely surprising even if he could recognize a few words.

"Have you ever been a noble?" Margaret asked. It is impossible for children from civilian families to receive education before the age of four... Even many civilians can recognize their own names and some common words when they are twenty-four. Only noble families regard their children's education so important.

"Maybe... I lost a lot of memories, and I even forgot my name." Ashes felt relieved. Since the other party took the initiative to help him find a reason, he could only make acquiesce.
Chapter completed!