Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 538: Rebellion 6

TL: Rui88

Chakon stared intently at the lord’s camp, his heart filled with both excitement and fear.

He had witnessed the tragic state of those unlucky souls who were hit in the previous charges. Chakon, who had never worried about food or clothing since he was a child, had very good night vision. He had personally seen a man’s head being blown open by something, perhaps the little gadget that Ferguson called a bullet.

But he did not dare to disobey his father’s orders.

So before he charged, he put on the ancestral full plate armor of his family. The armor was finely polished and shimmered under the moonlight.

This was armor made of the finest steel. Even the sharpest sword could not break its defense. Chakon was confident that he could charge into the lord’s camp with it, take the tyrannical lord’s head, and win the beauty’s heart, just like in the adventure novels of heroes…if Miss Sertia was still safe and sound.

He gripped his greatsword with both hands and clanked his way to the front.

“Everyone listen, after I give the order, you will all charge with me. This time we must expel that evil being possessed by the devil from the human world!”

He raised his greatsword high.

“Victory! Will be ours!”

Because of this ancestral armor, Chakon’s appearance was very good right now, very imposing. Coupled with the fact that he was the second son of the highly prestigious Warren family, his appearance instantly revived the morale that had been low due to the repeated failed charges.

“Kill the tyrant!”

“Kill Grayman!”

“Justice will prevail!”

The desperadoes raised by the various families shouted crazily along with him. After all, the other side only had about fifty men.

…

“They are preparing to charge again!”

Ladi loudly reminded everyone.

After being repulsed several times, the rebel army had once again gathered their forces and surrounded them.

“Damn it, how many of them are there?”

Paul was a little scared, wondering if he should choose a direction to break out.

Even if the enemy’s morale was low and their combat effectiveness was poor, if his side just stayed put and defended without moving, there was no reason for the enemy to retreat.

If something went wrong with the request for reinforcements and the reinforcements were delayed, their ammunition, food, and fresh water would eventually run out. The rebel army, on the other hand, could be continuously resupplied, and their men could take turns resting.

But he was so unfamiliar with this area, and the rebels had been planning for so long. Every road could be filled with traps.

While his heart was in turmoil, a burst of frenzied roars came from deep within the woods, faintly accompanied by many slogans.

“Alright, then come on, I’m not afraid of you!”

Paul hatefully raised his pistol. In the previous battle, he had killed five people with this gun.

The gun still retained a little residual heat, even though it had just been soaked in water for a while and then wiped dry.

The high-intensity fighting before had made many people’s gun barrels hot to the touch. Fortunately, each guard had two guns, and the relatively low temperature at night also helped with heat dissipation.

But because the gun barrels were hot, coupled with the cover of the trees, the rebels had already broken into the camp several times. Fortunately, they were also at the end of their rope at that time and were all repulsed by the guards’ brave counterattacks, but almost everyone on Paul’s side was also injured.

The rebel army surrounded them again.

Victor saw the charging enemy, his eyes widened, and then he patted Agram, the “sniper” who had just loaded the rifled musket.

“Do you see that flashy fellow?”

“Lord Victor, are you talking about that glowing guy?” The moon had cast a mysterious and elegant glow on Chakon’s exquisite armor.

“Yes, that idiot. You save your bullet for now. When he charges into range later, finish him off.”

“As you command, Lord Victor.”

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“Charge!”

Chakon shouted, quickly moving his legs, raising his greatsword, and starting to charge with his heavy armor.

“Kill!” His accomplices also ran alongside him towards the lord’s camp.

Bright flames flashed again in the lord’s camp. Just like the previous times, one rebel after another was shot down by bullets.

Chakon tried hard not to look at the tragic state of those unlucky souls, forcing his eyes to stare intently at Grayman’s camp.

Just then, he suddenly felt something hit his abdomen. The force was so great that it brought Chakon, who was charging forward with all his might, to a dead stop.

Ugh! It hurts!

Chakon suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if his abdomen had been hit by a large iron hammer.

With a clank, his armor made a colliding sound. Chakon fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

He carefully reached out his hand and slowly felt the abdomen of his armor.

Thank goodness, there’s no damage! This meant that the thing called a bullet had not penetrated inside.

After taking a few breaths, Chakon stood up again, enduring the discomfort in his abdomen.

“Down with the tyrant!”

He shouted and rejoined the charging crowd.

“Damn it! Can’t your marksmanship be more accurate?”

Captain Victor scolded his subordinate with the rifled musket somewhat angrily.

“Lord Victor, I am very sorry!” Guard Agram apologized while skillfully loading ammunition. “But I should have hit him just now. You saw him kneel down.”

Alright, Victor thought helplessly. Perhaps the quality of the opponent’s armor was too good, or perhaps the darkness of the night affected the marksman’s judgment of the distance, so that the force was already very small when it hit the target.

“I swear the next shot will definitely kill him,” Agram said fiercely.

Several people had noticed Chakon shrouded in the moonlight and also targeted him, firing one after another.

But this guy’s luck was astonishingly good, and no one else hit him with a single shot.

Seeing that Chakon was about to reach the cheval de frise, and Agram had just finished loading.

In the nick of time, a startling tongue of fire suddenly shot out from beside Paul, like a giant python attacking its prey. The flame shot onto Chakon with a whoosh…the green-haired witch had made her move.

Chakon, who was receiving the baptism of fire, seemed to have been doused with oil. The flames quickly spread all over his body.

“Oh! No…no…!”

Chakon threw away his greatsword and slapped himself in terror, the force making his armor clatter.

However, it was all in vain. The astonishing heat quickly conducted along the metal armor to his flesh.

“Ah…ah…ah…!!!”

In less than a minute, Chakon could no longer make any rational movements. He fell to the ground, rolling around randomly based solely on the reflex reaction to pain.

If anyone had approached him, they would have been able to smell something coming from that full plate armor.

This suit of armor, which should have protected him, had now become a cage that trapped him.