As long as you avoid the front face, the phoenix-winged helmet can provide good protection.

Xu Wuniu and other soldiers lowered their heads slightly, and the iron rim of the helmet was enough to protect their faces.

After a while, Xu Wuniu heard a popping sound in his ears. It should be that lead or iron sand hit the mountain armor of a scholar or the cloth armor of a soldier.

But not a single scholar or soldier fell.

A hundred paces away, a bird cannon is not powerful enough to penetrate the cloth armor.

"Hold on, keep moving forward!" Xu Yingwei raised his sword high and howled.

Xu Wuniu held a flintlock gun in both hands and stepped forward leisurely to the beat of the drum.

The bandits who were coming like a tide quickly entered fifty steps, and with the sound of Xiuxiu's scream, a wave of arrows flew through the air, but it was the bandits' homemade bows that shot out a row of arrows.

A moment later, Xu Wuniu heard another beeping sound.

Immediately, his hat-shaped helmet made a clanging sound, and he must have been hit by an arrow.
Chapter completed!