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Chapter 277 Misfortune is Coming (Part 4)

Lin Ruoyu held up his binoculars, gazing at the chaos of the battlefield ahead. After a long while, he slowly lowered the binoculars, turned back to look at the vehicle camp behind him, and the twenty-four rocket launchers set up on the open ground.

Further afield, the Earl's cavalry and infantry were also ready to launch an attack.

After inspecting everything, Lin Ruoyu's face lit up with a bright smile, like a big boy who had finally received his beloved toy. His eyes sparkled with childlike excitement. He rubbed his hands together, as if he couldn't wait to test the power of these giant rockets.

Unlike the first-generation rockets, which were uncontrollable in terms of power, accuracy, and range, these second-generation rockets have undergone numerous improvements and optimizations in terms of materials, design, and manufacturing processes by many master craftsmen.

The outer shell is made of a more robust aluminum alloy, and the internal propellant formula has been carefully formulated, which not only makes the combustion more stable, but also releases greater thrust in a short time.

Precise, handcrafted mechanical guidance systems are cleverly embedded within, enabling these rockets to hit their targets with remarkable accuracy, as if they had eyes.

Moreover, after countless tests and adjustments, their range has been significantly improved, enough to cover every corner of the battlefield within two kilometers. If accuracy is not the priority and only range is considered, firing at a distance of three kilometers is also worth a try.

"Brothers, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

"Let's start setting off fireworks! Let's set off a huge firework! Hahaha!!!"

With Lin Ruoyu's order, the officer player in charge of the guns roared at the top of his lungs, and the tarpaulins on the twenty-four rocket launchers tilted at 45 degrees were quickly ripped off.

Twenty-four launch pads were deployed inside the vehicle camp, resembling a group of steel hedgehogs with their backs erect.

The players' artillerymen operated with an uncanny level of proficiency. Some used their teeth to bite open the waterproof paper on the guidance module, while others whistled at the rocket's tail fins to calibrate it... This was muscle memory they had developed through at least hundreds of simulated launches.

After a series of operations, the rocket quickly completed its launch preparations, and Lin Ruoyu did not linger and simply waved his hand.

"Fire! Bomb the hell out of here!"

As the artillerymen pulled the fuses behind the rocket launchers, twenty-four rockets simultaneously emitted sharp screechs, their tails spewing out blinding bluish-white flames, like twenty-four raging dragons breaking free from hell, trailing twisted smoke as they soared into the sky.

Their trajectories were not neat; instead, they seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, tracing strange arcs in the air, like the staggering steps of a drunkard, yet precisely locking onto their target... The hollow square formation of Bohemian swordsmen, light cavalry, and skirmishers was still engaged in a chaotic battle.

Aku, who had just killed an enemy with his military knife, glanced at the broken knife in his hand, then at the enemy in front of him who was clutching his neck, with half a blade still stuck in his throat, blood spurting out, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Aku looked up at the sky where a "shooting star" was streaking across the sky and sighed.

"What's the point of your stubbornness? In a moment, we'll all be people who are going to die."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the first rocket landed.

The moment the rocket landed, the world seemed to be silenced.

Immediately afterwards...

"boom……!!!"

The warhead, filled with brown gunpowder and flammable liquid, exploded the moment it hit the ground, sending up a blazing white fireball and a jet of 3,000-degree heat spraying out like a torrential downpour.

Enveloped in such flames, the steel shields of the Bohemian swordsmen twisted and melted in the high temperature, and the soldiers holding the shields didn't even have time to scream before their chests were burned through.

The flames spread like a living thing, devouring all organic matter. The leather armor shrank and carbonized in the high temperature, and the flesh and blood body turned into a charred skeleton, still maintaining the posture of charging.

A swordsman and shieldman knelt on the ground, his eyes burned into hollows, yet he continued to crawl forward mechanically until the flames completely engulfed him. After being hit by just three rockets, the company of over two hundred swordsmen collapsed. They scattered like headless flies, not knowing where to go. The flames chased after them like the scythe of death.

Some people knelt down to pray, some tore at their burning armor, and many more simply stood there, letting the intense heat scorch and peel their skin.

The players and Bohemian cavalry in the melee were not spared either.

A rocket crashed directly into the center of the formation, and the shockwave from the explosion sent more than a dozen people flying.

Burning, unidentified flammable liquid splattered everywhere. A player watched helplessly as his arm was engulfed in flames, his flesh charred under the intense heat, revealing his bare bones.

He paused for a second, then burst into wild laughter.

"Damn! This is incredibly damaging, it hurts so much!!!"

Another rocket disintegrated in mid-air, with pre-formed fragments and high-temperature flames spraying down in a fan shape, instantly clearing out an area.

The mournful cries of warhorses mingled with the curses of players. Some had half their heads sliced ​​off by shrapnel, yet they still staggered forward thanks to the tenacious vitality of their game characters, until they were engulfed by the flames that followed.

Aku wiped the blood from his face and looked at the hellish scene around him. The stubborn enemy finally fell, the broken knife on his neck glowing eerily red in the firelight.

What a waste!

He muttered to himself, bending down to pick up the shield that had flown from not far away and was in a semi-melted state.

"They clearly told us that if we had fought a little longer, we could have defeated the enemy."

Another rocket exploded not far away, and the shockwave knocked over several fleeing swordsmen and shieldmen. Aku saw a player excitedly rushing towards the center of the explosion, shouting as he ran.

"Butler, quickly help me take a screenshot... no, help me record a video, the special effects are amazing!"

The Bohemian light cavalry were in an even worse situation; their horses, startled, went completely out of control and charged into the fire, carrying their riders on their backs.

A cavalryman tried to pull back the reins, but was thrown into a burning shell crater by his own horse. His piercing screams lasted for a full ten seconds before abruptly stopping.

"Third squad! Break out towards three o'clock!"

A Bohemian officer was still futilely organizing a retreat when he was hit directly by a rocket falling from the sky. After the explosion, all that remained was a burning fire and half of an arm that was still twitching in mid-air.

Lin Ruoyu admired everything through his binoculars, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the launch pad railing.

"The loading speed is too slow."

He shouted at the busy artillery players,
"The Earl's army is preparing to pursue. Also, I want to see a second volley within thirty seconds..."

"boom!"

Lin Ruoyu subconsciously took two steps forward before realizing he had been shot in the back. He turned around in astonishment and saw a player holding a flintlock pistol staring at him glaringly from ten meters away.

"You little brat, you just blasted my bunch of brothers from the battle group, and you're here showing off?"
"Go to hell!!!"

(End of this chapter)