Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 455 When in doubt, take a gamble

"Gwen, don't be impulsive. Everyone's lives are in your hands. Use your brain and think this through!" Taking a deep breath, Gwen slowly closed her eyes and began to try to analyze the situation.

Isaac ran into trouble in Grizzly Town, which would most likely come from a superhuman opponent—superhumans have a hard time dealing with organized armies!
This was something Isaac taught her: almost no superhuman from any system can directly confront an army.

There is actually only one exception to this "almost": the Burial One, who possesses immortality, does not rely on being particularly powerful, but rather on being able to endure hardship.

At this moment, Gwen's resistance force numbers over a hundred. If they could storm into the town and catch the enemy off guard, their chances of victory would be quite high.

There are about two hundred Winter Wolves stationed in Grizzly Town, but pistol cavalry are at a huge disadvantage in street fighting. Many of the resistance fighters were originally townspeople who were more familiar with the terrain and could more easily win the support of the people.

Moreover, it was a surprise attack, a well-intentioned strike against an unsuspecting opponent.

The advantage is mine!

The opportunity is fleeting. Once the Winter Wolves realize something is wrong and organize themselves to defend the town, the resistance will be finished!

They would then have to face the prepared winter wolves on the plains, putting them at a complete disadvantage.

Once Gwen understood, she no longer hesitated. She leaped onto her horse, drew her longsword, and shouted, "Soldiers!"

The resistance fighters, who had already assembled, had a guess at what was going to happen next, and their eyes were full of eagerness.

“Those wolf cubs drink our blood! They eat our flesh! How are we supposed to endure this like lambs?”

A roar of anger immediately erupted from the soldiers. They had been suppressed by the Winter Wolves for far too long. This army, which slaughtered at will, had forced them to abandon their homes and land and join the resistance. It was a blood feud between them.

"Kill them all!"

"We will also devour their flesh and blood!"

"Take a bite out of them! Even if it kills you, take a bite out of them!!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

Gwen lowered her longsword, which she had been holding high, and pointed it at the gates of Grizzly Town not far away. Her voice was as firm as a rock.

"As you wish."

She then pulled on the reins, and the horse neighed and charged toward the town.

"Follow me, charge into town, and slaughter those wolf cubs!"

The resistance army originally had no horses, but they defeated the Winter Wolf cavalry during the last White Disaster scare and captured a number of warhorses.

At Isaac's urging, the warhorses were all transported back to the camp. Now that the resistance army was not short of food, raising some horses would not be a problem.

Having horses and having cavalry are two completely different things. Although the Winter Wolf Guard was defeated by the resistance several times, these men were genuine cavalrymen who had undergone extensive training.

The Principality of White Ravens produces no horses and has almost no cavalry; even the heavily armored priests charge on foot.

Once the resistance fighters got their hands on horses, they realized how difficult it was to fight on horseback. Putting aside everything else, just being able to mount a horse and make it follow orders required a lot of training.

After so many days of capturing the horse, many people can only barely ride it. Gwen has good talent, but he can only make sure he doesn't fall off.

So when she reached the town gate, she simply jumped off her horse. Riding a horse was indeed good, with a high field of vision and good mobility, but once she was spotted by the enemy, she would surely die—she hadn't yet learned how to wield a weapon while riding a horse.

As soon as they reached the town gates, Gwen spotted the red-haired girl, who was currently gripping Exa's neck, looking somewhat confused. —Exa, being cautious by nature, had activated her supernatural vision to scout the area upon arriving at the town gates, only to unexpectedly encounter a ghost right away.

But this good habit also allowed Gwen to spot her immediately.

"Let him go!" Gwen roared, brandishing her longsword as if she was about to charge in for a duel, but she didn't move her feet.

She's not stupid; this woman must be a superhuman. If a mere mortal rushed in, she would only be throwing her life away.

On the contrary, this place is only two steps away from the door. The resistance army should be rushing over in a few moments, and a volley of muskets can easily force this woman back.

Gwen felt a little annoyed. She shouldn't have rushed so fast to boost morale, but who would have thought that she would run into a superhuman beating Mr. Isaac as soon as she got to the door!
Speaking of which, Mr. Isaac's fate is still unknown; let's hope he survives.

The girl was indeed drawn to Gwen, casually tossing Isaac aside and looking at Gwen.

"Interesting. So you're the leader of the resistance?"

Gwen was about to say something sarcastic to buy time when the girl charged straight at her.

Gwen had been on guard against her all along, and immediately raised her sword to block, her left hand already reaching for the musket at her waist.

But the girl was incredibly fast. The moment Gwen began to move, her bloodshot eyes were already right in front of Gwen's face. Without even looking at the longsword in Gwen's hand, she reached out her hand directly!

boom! ! !
Gwen's sword only left a shallow scratch on the girl, but she herself was sent flying.

"Wow, that's impressive. Is this what a superhuman is like?"

After rolling around on the ground several times, Gwen felt like her brains were being scrambled together. She managed to stand up, her hand slightly torn, blood trickling down the hilt of her sword.

As expected, mortals are completely unable to confront superhumans head-on. She gathered all her strength, but she couldn't even withstand a single blow from her opponent!
She winced in pain, but still managed a smile: "But you were shot by me too!"

The girl looked puzzled. She glanced blankly at her bleeding hand, then her gaze drifted downwards to a gaping hole in her stomach.

The instant Gwen was knocked away, he pulled out his musket and shot her in the stomach.

"Even superhumans are afraid of firearms, that's what Mr. Isaac taught me!"

The girl's expression was priceless, as if she had seen a ghost. She gave Gwen a deep look, clutched her stomach, and turned to run away without hesitation.

Gwen was taken aback, not expecting the other side to flee so decisively. She turned around and a look of realization dawned on her face—the main force of the resistance army had already charged over.

"Gwen, are you alright?"

"Who was that woman just now?"

"We just heard gunshots!"

Gwen knew how precious time was. She didn't even have time to check Isaac's injuries. She randomly picked two people, grabbed her longsword, and prepared to lead the others to the barracks.

"There's no time to explain! You, and you two, go take care of Lord Isaac! The rest of you, charge with me!"

After thinking for a moment, she gave some more instructions to the resistance fighters around her:
"Be careful, there should still be superhumans in the town, but don't be afraid, just shoot. I just drove one away, that one was relatively weak."

"Yes, Lady Gwen!"

(End of this chapter)