The fire flashed for a few breaths before he heard a muffled thunderclap. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The thunder came from a long distance, not in a high pitch, but still strong. The sound was accompanied by a pillar of earth, located right next to the wooden hut where the snow powder had been detonated.

"What just happened?"

"Snow powder detonated?"

"No, it seems that the ship did it. ”

"What are you kidding, it's almost a mile away. ”

The knights were talking, and Weimas frowned, could it be ...... The other party has already noticed something strange underground?

Intelligence gathered from various sources indicates that the rebel king possesses extremely powerful snow powder weapons, which are more powerful in range and accuracy than the iron pipes hammered out by the blacksmiths of the royal capital. Therefore, from the very beginning, His Majesty decided not to confront them head-on, but to adopt the strategy of ambushing with snow powder barrels, so that those weapons have nowhere to be used. In addition, the things that bloom with fire on the bow of the ship should be the enlarged version of the firearm, they can hold more snow powder, and the shot put launched is also more powerful, but it is much more difficult to manufacture than to hold a firearm, and the blacksmith who gathered the city has been busy for a winter, and the things that come out are not as good as the stone thrower.

It wasn't long before the fire reappeared, again with the same low roar, this time the earthen pillars rising against the hut, and the splashes of earth smashed against the roof of the shed.

The suspicion came true, and it was clear that they were coming for the house - they had already found the snow powder buried near the docks! In this way, His Majesty Tifeko's ambush plan was in vain, Weimas thought to himself, maybe they might really have a chance to touch the city walls.

So whether the snow powder weapons are more ferocious, or the walls of the royal capital are stronger, will be known after this battle.

At that moment, a loud bang rolled over the city.

The sound was so loud that it was as if thunder was exploding directly in my ears!

The ground in front of the pier suddenly arched a small mountain, and countless dirt and stones were thrown high, and thick smoke and white mist burst out of the dirt, forming a cloud of air in the shape of a mist. A violent tremor swept across the ground, and the top of the wall swayed in an instant, and Weimas subconsciously crouched down, while Skar fell to his side.

The earth that flew into the air fell like a torrential rain, and there was no sound to be heard from the ground, and Weimars's ears buzzed, and it took a long time for him to recover from the sudden tremor.

Hell, that idiot didn't even wait for the flag to detonate all the snow powder!

The originally flat earth was now like something had been gnawed by something, and there were potholes everywhere, and heat and white smoke were still rising from the loose black mud, and the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

Weimas poked his head out from behind the battlements, only to see the distant fleet move again, marching in a line towards the docks. And the militia, which was supposed to be a decoy, either collapsed on the dock, or had already dropped their weapons and began to flee in all directions.

"Who the hell is in charge of lighting the fire?" Skar angrily picked up the guards beside him, "I'm going to screw his head off!"

"That's the one Your Highness has arranged," reprimanded the Steelheart Knight, "keep an eye on me, they're about to go ashore and prepare to raise the Blue Flag." ”

Hopefully the guy hiding in the warehouse will get the job done, he thought.

As a result, until all the other personnel landed on land, there was no movement in the dock area.

Alan Abel was tending to his sword when the earth-shattering roar sounded just now, and the explosion and tremor were so loud that he almost threw away the hilt of his sword.

Even though he knew in advance that this would happen, he didn't expect the snow powder to explode with such an alarming momentum.

This is still two or three miles away, what would it be like if you were in a trap?

He calmed the restless mount, sheathed his sword, and gestured to the cavalry behind him, "As soon as the door opens, you will charge with me, don't keep your horsepower, there is a canal behind them!"

The crowd had not yet recovered from the thunder, and the response was uncertain.

Alan shouted, "This is a trap set by His Majesty, and the Thunder Fury will punish the opponent, not us!

"Yes......" This time the answer finally sounded in unison.

The group of mercenaries behind him still looked dazed, Alan shook his head disdainfully, he didn't take these people seriously, he just followed behind to clean up the mess.

However, after a long time, the gates were still not opened.

He looked at the top of the wall with some doubt, but the Steelheart Knight didn't give any new instructions—the charge could begin at any moment, and he couldn't leave his garrison to go up and inquire about the situation. Time passed little by little, and suddenly, he heard a muffled sound again, as if it came from far away, and if memory serves, it seemed to be an enemy attack.

What went wrong with the plan? Didn't the Powder Trap make the other side break up and escape?

Phew――

When he was a little anxious, a strange wind suddenly sounded, and before Alan had time to think about it, the blue bricks next to the city gate suddenly burst open!

Boom!

The scattered slag splattered everywhere for a moment, and he felt a numbness in his waist, and he stiffened and fell off his horse, and the frightened horse stepped on his thigh as he fled.

The pain was so sharp that he cried out, "Ah, my leg!"

"Captain!"

"Lord Alan!"

The two servants immediately gathered around.

"Control the team, don't let them run around!"

Alan cried out in a stinging pain.

The array of cavalry was in disarray, and no one knew what was happening, so they all ran their horses to dodge, and the neighing and shouting could not suppress the sudden change.

He tried his best to get up, but after several attempts failed, he looked and saw that his thighs were twisted into a strange shape, the flesh was blurred at the breach, the deformed armor was crooked to the side, and the white broken bones tore through the flesh and pants, revealing a small half, and there were still traces of minced flesh hanging from them.

Allen's heart suddenly became cold, and his knighthood career was over.

At this time, the strange sound of the wind sounded again.

What suddenly changed this time was the city gate.

He saw with his own eyes that the two guards guarding behind the city gate were instantly surrounded by a cloud of debris, scattered wood and flying stone chips swept by, and when the dust dissipated, Alan was shocked to find that the upper part of their bodies was as if they had been cut off by a sharp blade, and blood mixed with red and green internal organs dripping to the ground. There were five or six cavalrymen behind them, and those usually harmless pieces of wood had now become deadly weapons, piercing into their bodies like knives, and thumb-sized stones could pierce through armor!

A gap the size of a basin also appeared in the nearly two-foot-thick city gate, and the enemy was still three miles away at the moment!

"The devil, the enemy is the devil!"

I don't know who shouted, and the already chaotic scene exploded in an instant.

The cavalry, which had been preparing to charge, turned their horses and ran towards the rear, catching up with the fleeing mercenaries, which caused trampling and even greater commotion. In the blink of an eye, the situation under the western walls had become uncontrollable.

Alan could no longer support his body, he collapsed to the ground, looking helplessly at the sky, the frightened shouts of the crowd around him and the successive cracking sounds seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and the surroundings gradually became quieter.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

It's cold...... (To be continued.) )