Zii zii zii...
That burning fuse and the charging knights seemed to form a stark contrast. Is it you or me who is faster?
Clearly, Barton's estimation of the distance was correct; the fuse burnt out first.
The knights knew they only needed to avoid the direct line of the cannon. A distance of thirty yards was merely a breath away at charging speed, and victory was within reach!
However, what emerged from the cannon this time was not a fist-sized cannonball, but smaller, more numerous pellets.
Grapeshot barrage!
Just a few cannons unleashed a hail of pellets forming a barrier, and the charging knights crashed into it as if they were presenting themselves as targets.
"Boom——!"
The next second, the wail of the horses and the knights' fierce cries even drowned out the sound of the cannons. The knights couldn't react before their armor was torn apart and their bodies pierced by the pellets, toppling along with their steeds.
