The light of the explosion flickered and disappeared, like fireflies in the night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Vanna held up his lookout and looked at the oasis in the distance.

The dotted torches became the best indicator of the target, and the closer you got to the direction of Iron Sand City, the denser the number of torches became. Thousands of dancing fires outlined the sandy camp at a glance, which was also the main target of the artillery battalion.

It took a long time for a rumbling sound to come from the depths of the oasis.

"It seems to be a bit off," muttered the catpaw, who was also observing.

"There's no way, it's not good to set up guns in the sand, so I can only use the first few shots as test firing. As he spoke, Yuzu Peel loaded the next shell into the chamber.

"Anyway, let's fight farther away, if it falls on the head of Lord Iron Axe, we'll all be finished. ”

"Don't worry, the tavern is far from the camp, and if this can be hit, the shooting manuals compiled by the sages will have to be rewritten. Rodney pulled the strike rope, "Ready!"

"Fire!" Vanna nodded.

The two fortress cannons let out a deafening roar again, and the flames from the muzzles briefly illuminated the ground ahead, and the raised sand and dust slapped on their faces, causing everyone to involuntarily squint.

The small oasis of the Sandfolk was not really a town, it was just a fortress formed by clans gathered around the iron sand city, none of the houses were made of masonry, except for a few low wooden towers and watchtowers, and most of the rest were tents made of leather and cloth.

Therefore, the lethality of the fortress cannon was surprisingly good.

Wherever the shells landed, the surroundings would dim for a moment, but soon light up again—the former was a wave of air from the explosion that knocked over the tents and torches, and the latter was a flammable column of fire that mixed with flammable building materials.

This was the first time that the artillery battalion of the First Army used pre-ranging to arrange the strikes of artillery positions according to the firing table. The results were not ideal, but the fragile and flammable targets more or less compensated for the shortcomings. After several rounds of shelling, a fire had already ignited in the sand camp, and several bright fires were spreading outward, and with the help of the howling evening breeze, there was a tendency to ignite the entire oasis. Although he could not experience the shock of the shelling up close, Vanna could have imagined the predicament in which the so-called watchdogs were in their current predicament.

Unstoppable and unavoidable, this is the god of war in His Majesty's mouth.

Praise the cannon!

Praise for large-caliber cannons!

He glanced triumphantly at the musket battalion in ambush in front of the position and the machine-gun teams on either side, and was once again glad that he had made the right choice.

In the future, the war will be dominated by artillery, and as for the musket...... It's just a supporting role used to fill in the gaps and clean up the battlefield.

......

It took Thuram a long time to recover from the earth-shattering explosion, and until now, his ears were still ringing, as if he had been slapped in the face.

That's the thunder that the iron axe says?

After the low thunder and sharp whistling, a watchtower not far from the tavern was suddenly engulfed by a fireball, and the whole tower was torn apart in an instant! At the same time, the violent roar that exploded in his ears made him lose his hearing for a short time.

Through the holes in the walls, many of the tents were ignited by flying bonfire debris and quickly turned into larger campfires. People screamed and ran out of the fire, fell to the ground and struggled to extinguish the flames, but only a lucky few were able to do so.

Some of the sandmen who were close to the watchtower collapsed limply to the ground - they didn't look like they had been seriously hurt, but they never got back up.

Damn, what kind of thunder is this, it's simply a heavenly fire that fell into the mortal world!

Only the Sky Father has such terrible means.

Thuram thought that such a fierce attack would not last long, but he soon realized that he was wrong.

The thunder would sound every quarter of an hour or so, followed by fireballs and explosions, and he noticed that the fireballs were scattered at first, but it didn't take long for them to concentrate in the middle of the oasis, where the watchdogs gathered, and rightfully occupied the most fertile territory of the oasis compared to their vassal clans.

At the moment, however, it has become a hell.

Pillars of fire rose as if the sky was burning.

The way he looked at the iron axe changed completely.

"The three gods are above...... This is not the power you can have!" Thuram pulled away his hoarse voice and said in a trembling voice, "What the hell are you ...... Who did you take refuge into? The northerners?"

"A benevolent king," replied Iron Axe, "he will bring the oasis and order to the people of Mojinsha." ”

"It's impossible—" He subconsciously wanted to say the word impossible, but when he saw the sea of fire spreading in the oasis, the last syllable seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pronounce it.

"Unfortunately, not everyone will be happy with such an order, and the oasis breeds the sandfolk and imprisons their minds. The fight and framing all started because of the struggle for a place to live, and the oasis that gave birth to life was soaked in blood, which has to be said to be an ironic thing. As for the watchdogs, which are obviously used to maintain the power of the big clans, and to make the clansmen suffer in the yellow sand and dryness, it is even more stupid and short-sighted. ”

"I wouldn't be surprised if these words came from the people of the North, but Iron Axe ......," Thuram shook his head with difficulty, "why do you have such naïve thoughts when you were born in the desert? Unless the Mojin people can have the power to overwhelm the Grey Keep, it will be impossible to break out of this desert! Cooperation and effectiveness are only a dead end, and the northerners will never really trust us, and the Black Bone Clan and the Sandstone Clan are the best proof of this!"

For the sake of a fertile territory, these two clans who had the opportunity to enter Iron Sand City turned to serve Garcia, the queen of blue water, and as a result, I heard that everyone was fed a strange pill, which eventually turned into rotten flesh and blood, and the territory promised to reward them became an empty word in the end.

"There will be no real ...... Do you trust?" Iron Axe looked emotional, "I thought so before. But the facts tell me that there are always some people who are born to break the mold. ”

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves outside the tavern, and it was getting denser and denser, and Thuram didn't have to look to know that it was the watchdogs' counterattack that was gathering.

They may have lost the courage to forge ahead, but their skill and horsemanship were not, and whenever an enemy appeared near the oasis, they would pounce on their target like bloodthirsty sandworms. He was about to remind the iron axe when the other party grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the window.

Not far away, he saw more fluttering torches, heading towards the desert beyond the oasis.

It seems that this group of watchdogs has already smelled the breath of their opponents.

However, whether it was the iron axe or the black-haired goddess, their expressions were extremely comfortable, and they didn't seem to take this cavalry team seriously at all.

"As I said before, not everyone will be happy with the new order...... Like a watchdog, he thinks he can stop the thunder. The half-breed whispered in his ear, as if to pronounce his fate, "but whether you accept it or not—a new order will come." ”