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Chapter 751 Street Fighting

Chapter 751 Street Fighting

"Steady, steady!"

"Everyone, stand back to back in a circle, keep your eyes on every direction, no need to aim, just shoot if you hear any movement!"

Lieutenant Robert shouted at the top of his voice. He felt as if he had returned to the era of line warfare. His comrades fell down around him every moment, and there was no warning. No one could tell if he would be the next.

laugh--

His sharp claws tore the throats of his comrades around him, and blood splattered all over his body and face, as if he had become the Red Army that had fought Napoleon on equal terms and dominated Europe.

An armored infantryman raised the magic firearm in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Countless small steel balls flew out from the barrel of the gun. This special shotgun shell instantly formed a barrage that covered all directions in front of him, causing a rain of blood. An attacking Texas werewolf was caught off guard and was blasted away.

The steel balls embedded into his flesh and even his cheeks, causing him to wail in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the armored infantryman drew his chainsword and strode forward. Before he could swing his sword to kill the severely injured werewolf, he was knocked flying along with his heavy armor.

The Veneto beast's eyes emitted a scarlet light, and white mist spewed out of its mouth and nose, and it stood in front of the British reconnaissance team.

boom--

No orders are needed at all.

The moment Veneto's whereabouts were exposed, the powerful pressure attracted all the firepower. The leading King Blade raised his chainsword high, with steam shooting out from behind, and strode towards Veneto.

Although Veneto had the title of a bloodthirsty wolf, he had not lost his mind at this time. He picked up the wounded on the ground and disappeared into the street in a few jumps.

Only the king's sharp eyes flashing red light and the individual artillery that kept tracking Veneto's whereabouts, but after several attempts at aiming, he had no choice but to put it down.

Each of the King's Blades is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, but their own strength is not that outstanding. Without this set of armor, their strength is only at the level of elite gang leaders.

As a mass-produced model of armor, the biggest feature of the King's Blade Armor compared to the Iron Duke is that it is not a divine weapon and cannot become one with the user.

With this armor, they are able to fight and win against elite centurion enemies in open areas. On the front battlefield, their killing efficiency is ten times higher than that of the werewolves who still rely on their claws and fangs.

But this was a street fight, and even with the help of special instruments, their naked eyes could hardly keep up with the werewolves who had been blessed with the "Law of Speed" by Lavinia and whose strength had increased dramatically after their transformation.

On another battlefield, the British scouts suffered an even more terrible fate.

The ground was littered with bloody body parts. The remaining British soldiers retreated into a civilian house. They were trembling and looked nervous. From time to time, someone would suddenly fire a shot, but it seemed more like an attempt to boost courage rather than to attack the enemy.

As another armored infantryman was beheaded silently, the morale of the British soldiers had hit rock bottom.

The main sources of these British troops were lower-class workers, farmers and other lower classes, while the officers were often middle-class or from military families. Their only purpose in joining the army was to make a fortune.

Otherwise, who would be willing to join an expeditionary force and be sent to America, Africa, or even more distant barren lands?

If there is no other choice, no one would be willing to leave their home country and go overseas.

After all, in the eyes of the whole of Europe, America is at the bottom of the contempt chain. America in another world line is still despised by old Europeans, not to mention America in this world, which is full of wilderness and full of ferocious beasts and indigenous peoples.

The main force of immigrants are workers, farmers and other lower-class people who have no ability to resist risks.

There is also the so-called middle class of this era. Once the petty bourgeoisie encounters layoffs, they will quickly fall into poverty.

This is also the reason why America has been unable to absorb sufficient labor for so many years and can only rely on black slaves trafficked from Africa.

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Father, why don't you punish these damn demons?"

"I surrender, please don't kill me!"

As the head of the last armored infantryman was chopped off, the British soldiers collapsed completely. They completely lost their minds and fled in all directions, completely ignoring the fact that doing so would only kill them faster.

In the house, only King Blade, with sword marks all over his body, was left standing alone in the same place.

What he could do was very limited. Facing that terrifying existence that came and went like the wind and could not even be caught by its shadow, the most he could do was to endure more damage.

He raised the chainsword in his hand and suddenly looked behind the fleeing soldiers - in the darkness, a figure wearing a dark blue cloak and wearing double blades on her waist was slowly walking towards him. Behind her, it seemed as if an invisible sharp blade had slashed across, and all the movements of the fugitives came to an abrupt stop.

"woman?"

King Blade looked a little surprised. He had never expected that the enemy who had appeared out of nowhere just now would be such a harmless-looking lady.

But this did not affect his reaction. He quickly raised the weapon in his hand and killed the opponent.

Another battlefield.

boom!

The armored infantrymen lined up in columns fired a volley of shots, turning a werewolf into a sieve.

These silent armored infantrymen were not good at boosting morale, because their voices were difficult to convey to ordinary soldiers through their visors in the noisy battlefield, but they obviously stabilized the morale of the army with practical actions.

Ordinary soldiers began to follow these armored infantry, advancing slowly through the streets, occasionally repelling one or two attacking werewolves.

Compared to the home army's front line which was barely holding, Arthur felt like he was having a nightmare.

He had previously engaged in small-scale border conflicts with Texans and had experienced the horror of the Texas werewolves.

But the werewolf he faced was not so scary at all.

In order to avoid exacerbating the conflict and forming an "anti-Texas alliance" between Louisiana and Mexico, Giuliano has rarely sent strong men at the level of elite centurions to participate in border conflicts.

Even if they are sent, they won't use their full strength.

Wolves are aliens in the American continent. If they are not careful, they will be surrounded and attacked. The combat effectiveness of ordinary wolves is not much stronger than that of the British army equipped with special firearms.

For example, the British armored infantry has combat effectiveness close to that of the wolf tribe leader, but it takes a very long time for a leader to grow up, while a set of armored infantry only needs to spend money and start the machine.

Giuliano’s decision was not wrong, but keeping a low profile obviously could not prevent the war from coming.

"Be careful, they are coming!"

Arthur's soldiers fired blindly. A week ago, they were still using outdated breech-loading smoothbore muskets that didn't even have rifling, let alone any shooting skills.

Swah——

A colonial militiaman was torn in half. The bloody werewolf grabbed a militiaman and quickly escaped into the darkness.

The colonial militia stared in amazement at the torn body on the ground. For most of them, this was the first time they had truly seen the legendary "werewolf". Before that, it was more like some kind of urban legend.

After all, the "half-blood wolves" that they usually come into contact with, wandering around the countries, are nothing more than having an extra pair of ears or an extra tail. They are a little stronger than ordinary people, but they are definitely not able to ignore guns.

As the lowest level of society, they are not scary and are often regarded as vagrants, thieves, professional beggars, circus clowns, and urban parasites, and are excluded from mainstream society.

They often travel to various parts of Europe by relying on their superior physical fitness to smuggle themselves across the border, and are illegal residents in various countries.

Sometimes they are even "cleared out" for no reason by the military and police on the grounds that they are affecting the city appearance. They have no property rights and are bullied at the drop of a hat. Their status is even lower than that of the Jews and Gypsies who have suffered discrimination for thousands of years.

There are still many stray wolves in Europe. After all, the price of a ship ticket to cross the ocean is too high.

Although Texans also set up organizations such as the "Wolf Federation" and the "Stray Wolf Mutual Aid Association" in Europe to recruit wolf immigrants, the scale was very limited.

After all, although stray wolves can be found everywhere, most of them are actually only found in the areas around the Apennines, and they do not form settlements at all. If it were not for their strong physical fitness and long lifespan, they might have become extinct long ago.

But after arriving in Texas, they discovered that those wolves, who were like sheep in the past and were not worthy of the name of werewolves, actually possessed such terrible power.

Just when Arthur thought he would be the next one to be killed.

A tall and majestic figure appeared out of nowhere, came in front of him, and knocked a werewolf who was rushing towards him away.

He is the local Iron Duke, a great man!

The Iron Duke's movements were undoubtedly faster than the King's Blade.

While knocking the werewolf away, the chainsaw sword in his hand fell like lightning, cutting it directly in half.

He looked at the bloody remains of flesh on the ground, which were still wriggling and trying to connect even after being cut in half. His brows furrowed under the mask and he said, "Filthy beast!"

The next moment, pale cold flames spurted out from the jet tube opened in his palm, instantly burning all the flesh and blood to ashes.

"It's the Iron Duke!"

"Here comes the Iron Duke!"

The surviving scouts shouted in ecstasy.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang, and a golden spear was nailed into the ground, and the stirred up gravel hit the Iron Duke's visor with a crackling sound.

Immediately afterwards, a female knight in iron armor descended from the sky and landed lightly on the end of the spear. She looked at the tall Iron Duke opposite her, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Long time no see, Duke of Wellington."