At the moment the werewolf were running, dozens of shells were shot out from the English army and landed on the way forward of the werewolf.

"Huh?" The first time he saw such an amazing cannon volley, McDonald's huge body stopped unconsciously. After realizing that the degree and accuracy of the shells were very poor, he smiled contemptuously, then kicked his hind legs and sprinted.

The running werewolf is like shells, fast and full of danger.

Charlie is a Knight at the beginning, and in his eyes, he can naturally understand the trends of the entire battlefield.

In the eyes of ordinary people, giant wolf, with terrifying murderous aura, rushed towards the Englishman with agility. Finally, the only figures appeared in front of him, which were extremely fast.

The werewolf had already rushed to the wings, and Charlie naturally could not fall behind. He led nearly 6,000 ordinary highland soldiers and soldiers to slowly approach the highly anticipated English army.

More than a thousand cavalrymen are no exception. They will follow the werewolf and attack the artillery positions.

The Marquis Angus and George Murray, who led the cavalry, already possessed the strength of the mid-level knights, so there was no need to worry about safety.

"Crack--" MacDonald's neck, which already has the highest level of werewolf, took the lead. The distance of five hundred meters was only ten seconds. He was like a huge rock, holding a shield and smashed into the crowd.

The heavy sword gently stroked, and with the power of werewolf, easily cut off the bodies of the two English soldiers, dripping blood.

As for the imagined biting scene, of course it does not exist. They are people with special bloodlines, arewolves. How could such an uncivilized thing happen?

The werewolf afterwards also rushed to join in, and the heavy swords wielded took away one life after another.

Black shadows jumped into the red ocean, with the heads, limbs, blood, weapons flying freely in the air, and the smell of blood was sniffing Charlie hundreds of meters away.

If you look at it from a high point, black shadows as big as sesame seeps penetrate from the red wings of the square, and then the red continues to decrease, the white increases, and the red is divided into pieces and scattered, and it is in danger.

Of course, the screams of the English soldiers and the werewolf's breathing also reached the Duke of Cumberland's ears.

"Damn it!" The Duke of Cumberland felt very distressed when he sighed that the werewolf had not had time to react.

"The two wings immediately change the formation!"

"Boom--" The soldiers in the phalanx of the two wings quickly turned to face the werewolf.

"Ba" "Baa"

The smoothbore gun kept ringing, and bullets smeared with silver powder were loading and firing, and the rise of sulfur white smoke wiped away a lot of blood in the air.

However, although the werewolf was struggling in the crowd, the werewolf's slowness and the exaggerated accuracy of the smoothbore gun were very small.

"Ha—" "Huh—"

I saw that the English soldiers who were shooting raised their guns one by one, one by two muskets and thirty centimeters of bayonets, and one by five muskets, and were stabbed hard by the English soldiers at the strong werewolf, especially the largest McDonald.

"Roar—" Several bayonets were seen entering their eyes. MacDonald's eyes widened and he opened his bloody mouth, intimidating.

The Englishman squinted his eyes and stabbed forward hard without hesitation.

"Do—" The shield was very strong, blocking several bayonets. MacDonald was very powerful. He easily pushed the bayonets away with his left arm, and held a heavy sword in his right arm and slashed hard.

"Puchi--" Three arms scattered all over the ground, and blood splattered on his face, and combined with his sharp teeth and smile, it looked even more terrifying.

The soldiers who were wailing in pain were lying on the ground, their broken limbs were scattered, and blood from their bodies flowed out like a fountain. If nothing unexpected happens, they will die of blood.

Seeing this, the soldiers around him felt a sense of fear on their faces, took a deep breath of air conditioning, and rushed over without hesitation with a bayonet.

The next thing I faced was dozens of bayonets, but McDonald was not afraid.

The same is true for other werewolfs. The tall figure and powerful power made the English limbs scattered all over the ground. In just one minute, at least five hundred people died.

The final evidence is that the head on the ground that can be kicked by balls is dense and can't be counted.

This is the power gap.

"Ao—" A sudden scream attracted MacDonald, who was enjoying the fun of massacre.
Chapter completed!