Chapter 55

Opposite, the one who was charging at the forefront, using a shield to block bullets, was pierced through the shield and his head, and fell down.

"Don't get distracted, aim carefully," Nalasha reminded Lucia.

At this moment, the enemy finally reacted. From over 1,200 meters, they charged to about 800 meters, and 71 of them fell.

The more than 120 remaining people, holding shields or crossbows, were stunned.

They were the physically strongest and fastest special operations team members, capable of charging 20 meters per second.

But after charging less than 400 meters, more than a third of them fell.

Their crossbows had a maximum range of 400 to 500 meters, and with 300 meters still to go, how could they charge?

Was the combat team of the Dubois Principality really that powerful?

They were unwilling to accept it.

However, the people from the Gers Principality did not stop attacking.

The riflemen still had plenty of bullets and continued to shoot calmly. To be precise, from the moment they lay down to aim and take responsibility for sniping, they never thought about standing up alive.

Gongsun Murong suddenly reached back, and the Gers Principality flag that had fallen from a spaceship flew into his hand. He held one end of the flag with his sword, controlling his inner strength to make it flutter.

He stood there, motionless.

He shouted, "All personnel, hold your positions."

Nalasha immediately followed with her inner strength, shouting, "As long as the flag stands, we fight to the death."

Lucia's face was tense, and she clenched her teeth, feeling extremely excited.

Nalasha fired several shots in a row, explaining, "Grandpa Butler once told me about history. A long, long time ago, during the Shengtang era of Murong's race, they fought with the principle that as long as the flag stands, they fight to the death. But later, it ended, and the will of the leader was most important."

"I and Murong will have our guards do the same in the future because Murong will never compromise," Nalasha added.

"In the future, you will have land outside the city, more servants, and no one will be able to harm him," Lucia said, noticing a problem.

One of the charging people always reacted at critical moments to avoid attacks.

"Uh! Strong perception," Nalasha closed her eyes and pressed the trigger unconsciously, and the person fell instantly.

Pouting, Nalasha said, "Hmph! Comparing perception with me?"

Lucia, who hadn't fired a shot, pouted and secretly vowed to continue working hard.

When the sounds of two and three consecutive shots rang out, only one person from the ambushers remained within 500 meters, still holding a shield.

Lucia finally broke her zero score; the shield couldn't block the particle gun.

"Regroup, prepare to support the Dubois Principality," he waved the large flag and gave the order.

Honestly, he didn't want to help another principality fight.

But he was very clear that the people who launched the ambush were definitely the enemies of the empire.

If it were just him and Nalasha, would he care about others' lives? How great would that be!

Now, he had a family, a butler, guards, and a group of children who followed him and Nalasha, serving and working for them.

As the head of the family, he had to take responsibility.

Clearly, helping his principality fight for the empire's interests would benefit his family.

***

After the short battle, the people of the Gers Principality had already recognized Gongsun Murong's leadership.

No one knew how strong he was, but his calmness and judgment in command had been acknowledged.

Thus, the formation changed, and they moved to support the Dubois Principality.

The children and spellcasters followed not far behind.

It was said that babies had the strongest adaptability, and this was evident now.

Thirty-seven participants of various sizes were marching in unison, chests out, heads high, like a victorious army.

It was the confidence that the national army brought to the people.

***

Initially, the Dubois Principality's discipline in the face of the enemy was good.

Their attacks and defenses were well-organized.

But when the enemy suddenly appeared with 200 reinforcements, charging with shields and crossbows, their formation immediately scattered.

Some even turned and ran.

They were hired with money, not originally from the Dubois Principality.

Their combat qi ranks or spell levels were high, and they were willing to put in effort to earn money.

But in the presence of a field that prohibited combat qi and spells, their skills were useless. Should they use their bodies to fight?

It wasn't worth it, absolutely not. Life was their own, and with life, they could earn money.

So they ran.

Unlike the elite forces sent by the Gers Principality, each of whom had family behind them. The principality provided them with convenience and benefits, and they fought for their families.

Most importantly, they had lived in the principality for generations, and from a young age, they were instilled with the spirit of serving the country.

When ambushed and restricted, they realized that money could sometimes be frustrating.

Mainly, the money was not spent in the right place.

The people of the Dubois Principality fell one after another, not because of a lack of crossbows.

No one was willing to aim and shoot at the enemy's arrows.

They were not prepared to die when they lay down, and in this regard, they were far inferior to the ten riflemen, who trembled.

In a short encounter, the difference might not be noticeable, but once a stalemate formed and the time extended, combat skills became evident.

The children of the Dubois Principality were also running, running hard, with only one teacher organizing them.

The young female teacher kept looking back, fearing that the enemy would chase them, and her face was pale.

The children were crying, even those in their teens were shedding tears and snot.

Then the two teams met.

The Gers Principality advanced in a neat formation, while the children of the Dubois Principality were exhausted from running.

"Save us," the female teacher, for the first time in years, found the Gers Principality flag to be so welcoming.

She knew that the attackers were not from their own empire; there was no need, and no one dared.

A slight trace would lead to the direct destruction of a country, the cost was too high.

So the other side must be on the same side.

"Short gunners, hand over half of your bullets to the riflemen. Riflemen with shields, follow me. Nalasha, Lucia, provide long-range support. Other guards, form a defensive formation here. Contestants, remain quiet."

Gongsun Murong seemed to have the air of a leader at this moment, but he had received such training before.

"Yes!" all the people from the Gers Principality shouted in unison.

The handgun holders began to hand over bullets, standard bullets, with a large caliber and significant recoil.

Gongsun Murong had designed them this way; if given to ordinary people, few would dare to fire, fearing injury.

***

At this point, the guards of the Dubois Principality could no longer form a complete defensive formation.

The fleeing soldiers increased the psychological pressure on the guards who wanted to stay and fight.

Most of these remaining guards were from the Dubois Principality.

They did not dare to run.

They knew that if the children they were sent to protect died, they would also die, and the principality would take care of their families.

If the children died and they survived, they and their families would die.

They prayed, praying that the children could escape or that the enemy would not kill the children.

When the children ran back, they looked back, and that look was a farewell.

But just as they were prepared to die, they heard footsteps and the sound of 'papa' behind them.

In the moment they were about to look back, they saw the ambushers fall one after another.

They fell so neatly, so unexpectedly.

"We have reinforcements," a voice called out on the battlefield.

The guards of the Dubois Principality were immediately filled with courage and strength.

"Take cover!" Gongsun Murong, noticing the waste of bullets while running, shouted when the distance was right.

The ten people following him fell to the ground as he had taught them.

Then they fired bullets into the bodies of the attackers.

The attackers' momentum slowed, not because of the deaths.

It was because they saw the reinforcements coming from behind the resistance.

Had the ambush from behind failed? Had the encirclement not been completed?

If so, did it mean that the ambush here had not achieved the expected results?

The people of the Dubois Principality did not consider other issues; they were engaged in a close fight with the enemy.

They found that the reinforcements were using a special long-range weapon to block the enemy from behind.

This created a local situation where they had the advantage in numbers.

The people of the Dubois Principality would not miss such an opportunity.

Although the ambushers were physically strong and capable in a place without combat qi and spells,

Their side now had more people.

Wielding weapons, several people fighting one was quite easy.

***

The battle continued, and with bullets firing non-stop, the enemy had no other choice.

The only thing they could do was charge.

They knew they couldn't go back; if the ambush had succeeded, they might have had a chance to retreat. Now that it had failed, they had nowhere to run, and the enemy would pursue them.

After five minutes, the ambush team was almost completely wiped out.

Only seven physically strong people, wielding weapons and fighting the guards of the Dubois Principality, remained, or rather, were defending.

The seven were covered in countless wounds, blood gushing out.

The guards attacking them were also exhausted, their stamina greatly depleted without combat qi.

"Fix bayonets," Gongsun Murong gave a new order.

"Yes," the ten people following him attached bayonets to their guns and charged forward, shouting.

Gongsun Murong hurriedly followed, fearing that these ten people might be accidentally killed.

When the ten people charged close, five of the ambushers were still standing, their vision blurred from blood loss, and their bodies swaying.

Ten bayonets stabbed forward, each person receiving two hits.

As the blood and bayonets emerged from their bodies, they lost all strength and fell to the ground, convulsing, more blood gushing out.

"Everyone from the Dubois Principality, board the spaceship and wait for the spell prohibition field to disappear," Gongsun Murong said, looking at the more than 200 surviving people from the Dubois Principality.

Most of these people were spellcasters, native spellcasters of the Dubois Principality.

The warriors suffered the most casualties, always at the front line.

As for the others, they all ran.

The Dubois Principality would likely offer a reward to catch the people who fled.

After speaking, Gongsun Murong began to search the enemy's bodies.

According to the book, a spell prohibition field required a spellcaster to operate on the battlefield. This spellcaster did not need to be of a high level, just capable of generating spell fluctuations.

The Dubois Principality, watching this busy person and the flag representing the Gers Principality, felt a complex mix of emotions.

***

I will put the first update of tomorrow at noon, 12:00. When that chapter is updated, the book will reach 200,000 words. Thank you all for your continued support.

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