Black-and-White Bear glanced back in lingering fear at the Solid Shot still smoking on the Ammunition Wagon's wheel, and cold sweat broke out all over him.
He was shaken. Badly shaken.
A cannonball had come flying at his face without warning, and fast enough that an ordinary person would have had virtually no chance of dodging it.
But Black-and-White Bear was clearly no ordinary person. His reflexes had saved him.
His Fish-Scale Armor was also made of overlapping scales rather than the large steel sections of Western Plate Armor, giving him plenty of flexibility.
All those factors together had allowed Black-and-White Bear to bend backward into a bridge and evade certain death.
Even so, once he came to his senses, the terror still lingered.
Fuck, I nearly got smashed to a pulp.
Black-and-White Bear seethed, but the Bohemians were too far away for him to do anything about them.
The artillery duel continued. It would not stop for any one man's anger.
Bohemia's first counterattack had been impressive, sending a mass of Solid Shot roaring toward them, but its results were far less impressive.
The reason was simple: the Bohemians had panicked. They had rushed to fire without even ranging their guns.
Naturally, the cannonballs flying every which way landed just as haphazardly.
Apart from two or three shots that happened to fall within the artillery position, the rest went who knew where.
The Bohemians' audacity in firing back naturally enraged the player artillerymen.
Without waiting for Little Minion's orders, the player gun crews switched to rapid fire and fired at will.
Cannons thundered as the two sides traded shot back and forth in the darkness.
Black-and-White Bear could not see how badly the enemy had suffered, but after ten rounds of bombardment, he could tell that fewer cannonballs were