"Praise the Holy Wind!"
The whistling of the air stream through the balance hole traveled from the left wing all the way to the right wing. Wherever the whistle appeared, a Holy Gunman could be seen jerking backward sharply.
The firing rod and gun barrel rubbed violently, sparks even spouted from the gun muzzle.
80 rounds in front, 40 rounds crossed on both sides, 120 rounds sped through the air. With the kneeling forward and standing back firing stance, the barrage was even thicker.
The clattering sounds of bullets and armor clashes left both knights and horses in panic.
The knight command line that had been sprinting suddenly paused.
The knights in the front row let out horrifying screams, the warhorses whined and reared up, while gushes of blood rain kept rising one after another.
These knights seemed to have been struck by an invisible heavy hammer; some were even exaggeratedly flung into the air.
