A strange green mist rolled and spread in front of the Ruman camp. In just a few minutes, it enveloped the entire camp.

At the beginning, you could still hear screams coming from the mist, but later, there was silence. There was no other sound.

The fog was like a huge monster, lying prone on Ruman's position and never dissipated for a long time.

It was not until noon that it slowly dissipated under the sun.

The inn in the distance and the criss-crossing trenches reappeared in front of people.

"A whole four hours..." Orlandini took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, muttered in a low voice, and thought to himself: This time is too long, and the effect of a surprise attack will not be achieved at all.

Four hours is enough for the Ruman people to react and take countermeasures.

Moreover, the Semitic soldiers under his command were fully armed, and they were all very tired after standing there for so long.

Thinking of this, his evaluation of that weapon dropped by another level.

"The longer it lasts, the better the effect of the poisonous gas will be." Lich Heis said in a deep voice with a cold flash in his eyes. His tone was not without pride, as he was proud of his weapon.

Orlandini looked at the Ruman position. It was still quiet there, with no movement at all, no different from the dawn.

He said anxiously: "Master, is it okay now? We can't wait any longer."

If they waited any longer, the morale of the soldiers would have been exhausted. He had even seen that many soldiers were blushing and had thick necks because they had stayed in the formation for too long.

The scenery in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the fog dissipated without a trace. Lich Heiss hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "It should be okay. As long as the poisonous gas dissipates, it will be fine. Even if

It doesn’t matter if there are some residue…”

Orlandini couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: he was just as afraid of the dark mage's strange and vicious spells as ordinary soldiers.

At this time, I heard Lich Heiss continue to say: "Anyway, the poison has been greatly weakened, and it can't kill a few people anymore."

Orlandini was shocked. He glanced at the Lich. He originally planned to let his brother-in-law lead the first division to attack first, but then he changed to another unit.

He stretched out his palm and waved it vigorously.

The messenger next to him immediately stepped forward and blew the horn in his hand.

"Woo, woo..."

Among the several phalanxes arrayed in front of the formation, the battle flag of one phalanx was immediately raised high.

An officer jumped out of the formation. He pulled out the long knife from his waist, raised it high, then swung it forward suddenly, roared, and said: "Fifth Division, follow me~!"

"Kill~!" Thousands of soldiers shouted and rushed out of the formation.

Like a tide, they rushed forward, past the cannons in front of the formation, and rushed towards the Ruman position as fast as they could.

A minute later, the Semitic soldiers were already within the range of the Ruman artillery.

They cheered. They all bent down and rushed forward in the largest skirmish formation. At the same time, they listened vigilantly to the sounds in the air. As soon as there was a sound, they jumped as fast as possible.

into the nearby shell crater - these soldiers have learned to charge under fire.

Seeing their actions, Orlandini's heart skipped a beat.

He looked forward intently with his eyes wide open, his fists clenched tightly, and his palms filled with sweat.

There was no explosion, no roar, and no shriek of the shell tearing through the air~!

At this time, the forward was already within 300 meters of the Ruman position, but there was still no artillery fire~!

Orlandini glanced nervously at the lich next to him, and seeing that he still looked calm and composed, he already half believed that Heiss's artillery fire had worked~!

At this time, the attacking skirmisher line was getting closer and closer to the enemy's position.

At this time in the past, the Ruman soldiers in the trenches had already attacked, and there was an almost non-stop "click-click" sound in the bunker. At the same time, long tongues of fire were sprayed outward.

The soldiers in the front fell one by one like mowing grass in the jet of flames.

But now...now that nightmare still hasn't appeared.

There was still no movement or sound on the Ruman position.

At this time, the Semitic soldiers had bravely charged into the Ruman position.

They jumped into the trenches, disappeared from Orlandini's sight for a few seconds, then jumped out of the trenches, turned towards the Semitic camp, raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

Immediately, the battle flag of the Fifth Division was erected high and fluttering in the wind on Ruman's position.

"It's done, it happened so easily. It was so easy to lay down a position that cost me huge casualties." Orlandini could hardly believe his eyes, thinking he was in a dream.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then looked intently again, only to see the Semitic war flag still flying on Ruman's position.

This is true.

This is absolutely true.

There was a moment of ecstasy in his heart, but then he suddenly sighed: The thing that can lead to victory so easily was learned by lich and humans. The Ruman people don't know how many of them have been created.

What should I do if they also use this green mist weapon?

Just when he was doubting, a shrill and shrill "Jie Jie" laughter came from beside him.

Lich Heiss laughed, stroking his palms, and said: "It really works. It seems that a cannon is more useful than a dark mage. We can ask His Majesty the Divine Throne for instructions to mass-produce it.

future……"

The Lich patted Orlandini on the shoulder and said proudly: "We can also use cannons to drown the enemy's army."

"I look forward to that day arriving as soon as possible. I would like to thank the master for creating the weapon. Your work is crucial to our war. I will report it to His Majesty the God." Orlandini also flattered you immediately.

Lich Heis chuckled and said: "Same joy, same joy."

The soldiers behind the formation didn't think as much as the big shots.

In their opinion, the Lich's cannon worked. From now on, they no longer have to risk their lives to fill the Ruman's guns, and war will be simpler in the future.

Just set up the cannon and blast it a few times, and then everyone can rush over and grab their things, their food, their women, and their money.

Is there anything more joyful than this in this world?

They laughed, shouted, and cheered excitedly.

Some people were so excited that they hugged their comrades beside them and jumped up and down like children.

The soldiers thought: With cannons, victory is not far away.

The officer who directed the attack ran all the way back from the position.

He came to Orlandini, saluted, and said loudly: "Sir, the Fifth Division has captured the North Station. Zero casualties~!"

He paused and then continued: "The enemy. The enemy...all died."

After talking about it, although his voice was very excited, his face looked a little strange.

Orlandini did not care: under his command, the Semitic legions attacked the enemy's positions at the cost of zero casualties. This is rare in the history of war. It is even unique.

He happily waved to his attendants and said, "Let's go up and have a look."

With that said, he jumped on his horse and galloped all the way to the Ruman people's position.

In front of the ditch, he pinched the horse's belly, tightened the reins and jumped over the ditch. The clean and beautiful prancing movement immediately won the applause of the surrounding soldiers.

Orlandini reined in his horse and stopped. Then he looked around.

I saw dozens of corpses of Ruman soldiers lying on the ground outside the trench.

They had no armor on them, only black winter clothes, and strange-looking short spears were randomly thrown around them.

Some short spears have a sharp bayonet stuck at the top, while others don't. It's like... a fire stick.

Obviously, this is the weapon of the Ruman people.

In the trench not far away, there were almost the same number of corpses.

But Orlandini couldn't help but frown, with a strange look on his face. The sight of these Ruman soldiers dying was really terrifying.

Their hands were tightly stuck on their throats, their eyes protruded outward like dead fish and turned a strange yellow color. They curled up like shrimps, and their mouths were opened wide, as if they had screamed desperately before they died.

.

Moreover, they all struggled violently, and the soil beneath them was dug up.

"These soldiers must have died a very painful death."

Everyone who sees the corpses of these Ruman soldiers will first have this thought in their hearts and be secretly shocked.

Orlandini turned his eyes, no longer looking at the horrific-looking corpses, and turned his attention to the Ruman weapons.

Many soldiers of the Fifth Division were curiously playing with these strange short spears.

They were laughing and joking, like a group of monkeys who just got a new toy and didn't know what to do.

A soldier held the rifle in his hand and was looking at it over and over.

The rifle suddenly went off.

"Bang" a crisp gunshot.

A cloud of smoke was emitted from the muzzle, and at the same time, a cloud of mud was splashed on the ground.

Everyone, including Orlandini, was startled, jerked their necks, and then glared angrily at the guy who fired.
To be continued...