The Weapon Master Wasteland Bison continued to observe the sketches spread out on the table.

"It's a giant curved cannon!" "Weapon Master Wasteland Bison" said as he looked at the sketch, "this caliber ...... According to the diagram, it is estimated that it is ten to twenty times the length of our artillery! The length of the artillery is not short...... Such artillery has a long range and is powerful...... I am afraid that it will be possible to bombard it at a long distance behind the point of engagement! Such a technique ...... It's horrible!

Such a large artillery piece requires technology and equipment that cannot be achieved and satisfied by the native civilization of the steppe!

"We've got to hurry!......," said Chief Quecano Dorn Falcon, standing up.

The situation is becoming more and more urgent.

......

The opponent's giant artillery, after an attack, did not stop moving.

The enemy's advance continues!

It was a makeshift position not far from the front line.

Some tents for front-line commanders and fighters to rest were set up in the center of the position.

Around it, there are simple walls made of artillery emplacements and wooden stakes.

Such a position can only provide simple protection - it can only ensure that in the face of the opponent's heavy firepower, the people of the local civilization can have more opportunities to retreat relatively safely, nothing more.

The warriors of the clan are resting in the fortress.

At that moment, all of a sudden, there was a whistling sound in the distance—it didn't sound loud, but still, there was a faint, frightening atmosphere in the sound.

"It's that cannonball! It's coming! Run!" a clansman who was in charge of standing guard shouted directly - his tone was full of fear and anxiety!

Suddenly, a chaotic shouting erupted from the camp.

"Run, Run!"

"It's that!

"It's a giant cannon!"

"It's coming! It's coming......"

......

The whistling of the shells became louder and louder, and the fear carried in the howling continued to spread more rapidly in this position!

"It's too late!"

"Get down!"

"Hide behind a mound of dirt!"

"Hurry!"

......

The whistling of shells filled the entire airspace - the enemy shells were already very close to here!

"The cannonballs are coming!" cried out one of the clansmen, huddled behind the mound, his head tightly clasped in his hands, and in a hoarse voice of fear.

"Boom ......"

A deafening sound, echoing all around.

There was a shaking everywhere, violently.

The explosion of the enemy's shells created a very strong shock wave.

The wooden stakes that make up the improvised fence were broken one after another in the shock wave!

Even the artillery made of metal was violently lifted and smashed to the side under the action of the shock wave!

The shock wave directly tore the tents in the position effortlessly, and threw the broken pieces of cloth, along with the fixed ropes and stakes, to the rear quickly and violently!

The ground was blasted and splattered with dirt and rubble, and it was sprinkled around.

One of the clansmen, hiding behind the mound, trembled and crawled up, half-crouched on the ground.

His eyes were full of fear, and he observed the tragic situation around him with palpitations.

"How so...... How could this be......" his voice trembled.

There were all kinds of ** rushed around, and those injured clansmen were all covering their wounds and twitching on the ground, in pain......

It's terrible - it's just the damage of one of those enemy shells!