When the sun slowly rises from the east, the boundless darkness recedes toward the west like a tide. (144 Book! Courtyard No., pop-up window....

The north wind that had been howling all night gradually stopped, but at this time, the temperature was still below zero, freezing to the bone.

Under such low temperatures, the ground has long been frozen as hard as stone.

In front of the Semitic camp, thousands of soldiers took off their thick winter coats and were wearing only a single layer of clothing. They were shouting slogans and struggling to drag several-ton cannons on the frozen hard ground one by one.

Move slowly bit by bit.

Even though the weather was cold, the soldiers were all sweating profusely from exhaustion, with wisps of heat rising from their heads.

From a distance, it looked like a mist hanging over their heads.

They gritted their teeth, tightened their grip on the rope, tensed their muscles, shouted in unison, and struggled to pull the thick rope.

Ten heavy cannons slowly rolled over the frozen soil, leaving deep marks in the rear.

Tens of thousands of Semitic soldiers, wearing armor and holding weapons, formed a dense formation and followed behind the cannon. They stared eagerly at the cannon moving slowly in front.

For them, this is a guarantee of victory.

In order to boost morale, Orlandini had exaggerated the purpose and power of these cannons tenfold and then spread the word. He also told his soldiers that this powerful weapon was personally sent by the high priest.

The excited soldiers had tears in their eyes and howled wildly. Many of them even cut their fingers and swore to God that they would never disappoint the high priest's expectations. They must defend these powerful weapons with their lives and capture the city of Ruman.

.Wash Maple Leaf Danlin with blood. Burn Fantino with fire. Let the great flag of darkness be planted in every corner of the world...

Dozens of dark mages in robes followed closely beside the cannon, directing the soldiers who dragged the cannon.

In order to express themselves, many young officers even took out their whips and beat their soldiers hard, urging them to move faster. They were not afraid at all when they turned back to the battlefield and were shot by the resentful soldiers.

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At the rear of the team, Orlandini, dressed in military uniform, walked with the lich Heis, both of whom had cheerful smiles on their faces.

With the help of these ten heavy cannons, to a large extent, the enemy's weapon advantage could be offset. It also gave him hope of victory in the future.

Now that the army's expedition to Fantino failed, and the army that attacked Ruman on the eastern front also fell into a quagmire, on the entire human continent, only our own army was still left fighting left and right, advancing in triumph.

Now, Orlandini has become the only general in the Semitic invasion army who has achieved a record of success.

Just by being in the limelight right now, he is already the leader, head and shoulders above the others.

As long as he keeps up his efforts and captures Ruman City, with his impressive record, it is not impossible for him to be named the new King of Ruman by the high priest in the future. Even the King of Human Race.

The calculations in his mind were going on when a gust of breeze blew away the faint mist in the distance.

Lich Heiss stopped for a moment, took a serious look at the black figure of the inn in the mist in the distance, and then said: "This distance... should be enough."

Orlandini frowned slightly, then raised his head and looked at it carefully.

Although he had not learned any military ranging methods, based on his years of experience, he could easily determine that it was at least five or six miles from their current position to the enemy's position.

He pondered for a moment, and then whispered: "Should it be closer?"

Lich Heiss shook his head and said: "If you get closer, you will be within the range of human cannons."

Orlandini suddenly realized that the artillery possessed by humans could still destroy his cannons. He immediately made up his mind: Even if a few more soldiers died, he must protect these ten treasures.

At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand and raised it slowly.

The messenger next to him immediately shouted loudly: "Stop~!"

Following the order, officers at all levels also shouted loud slogans.

The soldiers pulling the cannon stopped.

As if they had received an amnesty, they all sat down on the ground and rubbed their sore shoulders. Some even fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Lich Heis glanced at them coldly, then waved his hands to the dark mages and said: "Take action and start working."

The dark mages stepped forward one after another, driving away the soldiers who fired the cannons like animals, and then began to nervously adjust the angle of the cannons.

Under their constant manipulation, the black muzzle slowly rose.

Then they opened the boxes one by one, carefully pushed the tightly wrapped explosive crystals in through the muzzle, and moved gently and slowly, for fear of making any mistakes.

The exploding crystal is extremely unstable, and if you are not careful, it is very likely that dark mages like them will be blown away.

After loading the propellant, the dark mage put on thick deerskin gloves on his hands, took out black iron balls with both hands, and pushed them into the barrel of the gun.

Then, someone made a final check, adjusted the angle slightly, and then made a ready gesture.

Everyone moved away from the cannon.

There was only one Semitic soldier left next to the cannon who was responsible for firing.

The man was holding a sledgehammer in his hand and standing at the back of the cannon. The order he received was very simple: as soon as the order came, he would raise the sledgehammer in his hand and knock down the back of the cannon.

Originally, this honorable and simple job was performed by dark mages, but now that there are so many cannon fodder, they are naturally happy to pick a scapegoat.

Although their faces could not be seen clearly, through their trembling legs, the Semitic soldiers could tell that they were already trembling with excitement.

Therefore, everyone looked at the ten selected warriors with envy.

Lich Heiss took a look and saw that everything was ready, so he turned his head, looked at Orlandini, and said: "General, please give the order."

Orlandini was still in a daze and said: "Are you ready?"

"Yes. Like I said, the principle of the cannon is very simple, but the technology is very complicated." Lich Heis explained patiently, and then couldn't help but sigh: "Human beings are indeed a race that dares to innovate.

.I never thought before that alchemy could be played like this."

Orlandini was shocked and glanced at him quietly: These words of praise for the human race are not something that can be said casually. If they fall into the ears of a caring person, they will inevitably be reported or something.

But looking at Heis's indifferent expression, he thought for a moment, and in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, he automatically ignored the second half of the other person's sentence.

He coughed lightly and then looked back at the soldiers behind him.

I saw that they were all looking at the ten cannons in front of the position, eager to see its power.

Orlandini immediately straightened his back, raised his arms high, and shouted loudly: "Get ready...let it go~!"

Following his command, the Semitic soldier behind the cannon raised the hammer in his hand and struck the iron rod at the rear of the cannon hard.

Under the violent impact, the exploding crystal in the barrel exploded, making an earth-shattering noise.

"Boom~!"

Like thunder exploding on the ground.

A large ball of orange flame protruded from the muzzle and sprayed into the air.

The Semitic soldiers were all startled. They did not expect the cannon to be fired with such terrifying force that it would deafen their ears even if they were close.

The huge artillery swayed suddenly. It instantly moved back several feet, leaving a long drag mark on the ground.

The Semitic soldiers didn't care much, they all crossed their legs and looked into the distance, expecting the explosion of fire coming from the Ruman position.

But after a few seconds, the Ruman position fell silent.

Half a minute later, the explosion everyone was waiting for still did not happen.

One minute, five minutes...

At this time, the dark mages had walked up again and reloaded the cannonballs, but there was still no movement from the Ruman people.

Just a strange green thick fog suddenly appeared in front of the Ruman people's position, and then slowly drifted away.

There was a commotion among the Semitic soldiers.

They looked at each other in surprise and asked each other, "What's going on?"

"I don't know~!"

"Is it a dud? Grandma, I know these lichs are unreliable and always miss the mark at critical moments..."

"It's impossible for ten of them not to explode, right?"

"Is this still artillery?"

"..."

While the soldiers were talking about each other, Orlandini was also full of suspicion and asked the Lich Heiss in a low voice: "Is this... okay?"

From his point of view, nothing happened.

Ruman's cannon can shake the mountains and shake the earth when it fires, and explode with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The sound, light and electricity are extremely effective. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel awesome.

But when it was my turn, a few cannons finally came out, and the sound was earth-shattering, but why didn't they explode?

This feeling is like a person exerting effort to suck milk, but in the end he farts, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Lich Heis stared at the Ruman position in the distance, nodded and said: "That's enough, our artillery shells have begun to exert their power."

"Why didn't I see it?" Orlandini sounded a little unhappy.

Lich Heis pointed forward and said: "That's the green smoke."

"Huh?"

"Fortunately, the north wind is blowing now." The hoarse voice of the lich Heisi let out an unpleasant laugh and said, "If the south wind blows you back, you will suffer a lot."

Orlandini carefully observed the Ruman position, then shook his head and thought to himself: I knew these lichs were unreliable.
To be continued...