444: Chapter 444 Fierce Night Battle

Old Ma was an experienced Centurion in the guard unit, and he knew well the gravity of the current situation.

To deal with a sudden night raid that the Shule Tribe might launch at any moment, he and his subordinates remained vigilant, wearing their leather armor even while they slept.

In an instant, a blinding flashbang detonated in the night sky like a suddenly blooming artificial star.

The intense light was as if someone had suddenly switched on a million-watt spotlight, shining directly into everyone's eyes without warning.

This sudden glare instantly turned the night into day, jolting the sleeping Old Ma and his subordinates awake.

Stimulated by the intense light, Old Ma's brain momentarily stalled for a second.

But as a battle-hardened veteran, he quickly regained his senses and realized that something was very wrong.

Without hesitation, he poked his head out of the trench, and the sight before him made his heart tighten—a large force of Shule Tribe cavalry was quietly creeping up under the cover of darkness.

Seeing their movements exposed, the Shule Tribe cavalry stopped pretending and began whipping their horses' rumps.

The warhorses neighed, charging toward the trenches like arrows released from a bow, their hooves thundering and shaking the ground.

"Fire!"

Old Ma roared, his voice echoing through the night like a great bell. He swiftly drew the revolver from his waist, aimed the dark muzzle at the charging enemies, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot pierced the night, and a Shule Tribe cavalryman fell from his horse.

With Old Ma firing the first shot, one guard after another joined the fray as if hearing a battle horn.

They quickly drew the revolvers from their waists with practiced and decisive movements. In an instant, gunfire erupted, echoing one after another.

Under their precise marksmanship, the Shule Tribe cavalry fell one by one on their charging path, like wheat being harvested.

The excellent illumination from the flashbang made the night visibility almost the same as day, which undoubtedly provided great convenience for the guards' aiming.

Every time they pulled the trigger, it was accompanied by the screams of the enemy and their fall from horseback.

However, the Shule Tribe cavalry did not retreat because of this.

Even though over a hundred of their companions had fallen on the path of the charge, they still rushed to the front of the trenches, unafraid of death.

The cavalry brandished their sharp scimitars, the blades glinting coldly under the intense light, as they attempted to slay the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan.

But the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan reacted quickly, ducking into the foxholes within the trenches.

Seeing this, the Shule Tribe cavalry had to pull their reins, dismount, and swarm into the trenches like a tide, engaging in close-quarters combat with the Great Qin Merchant Caravan guards.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

They were met by bullets fired at close range by the guards. At this point, there was no need for precise aiming; firing by feel alone resulted in almost every shot hitting its mark. Each bullet carried a lethal threat, ruthlessly piercing through the enemies' bodies and sending up sprays of blood.

It turned out that Wei Zheng had long anticipated a possible night raid by the Shule Tribe. He had replenished the ammunition for the guards in the trenches in advance and specifically doubled the manpower.

Each guard was equipped with two revolvers, meaning they could fire twelve consecutive shots.

A thousand guards formed an indestructible web of fire, capable of firing twelve thousand bullets without interruption!

Under this dense fire, facing the attack of five thousand Shule Tribe cavalry, the guards of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan held an absolute advantage in firepower.

They had enough of an interval to quickly eject the cylinders, skillfully remove the shell casings, and replenish the spent ammunition.

The massive advantage of firearms was demonstrated to the fullest in this fierce battle, leaving the Shule Tribe cavalry in a bitter struggle, paying a heavy price for every step forward.

The entire battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the sounds of shouting, screaming, and gunfire merged into one, as if it had become a living hell.