"Bang!"

With that sound, as if some kind of signal had been sounded, the strange metal pipe weapons in the hands of those dwarven soldiers began to spit out fire and smoke frantically.

This scene made Zhao Pan completely associate the strange weapon in the other party's hand with their cannon.

Although there was still a certain difference between these two things in terms of appearance, Zhao Pan at that time was almost convinced in his heart that the attack principle of that thing was absolutely the same as their cannon!

And this is another trump card in the hands of John Sal, the dwarven musketeer!

In the Black Iron Rank, the vast majority of players actually already have the ability to make firearms.

But there are very few that are really widely used.

The reason is none other than that the early firearms were too cost-effective, had a short range, and had poor attack efficiency, so it was better to continue to use bed crossbows and bows and arrows.

In other words, this is still an era ruled by cold weapons.

However, John Sal's dwarven civilization is an exception, firstly, his dwarven civilization has an effect bonus in the research and development of firearms, and secondly, his dwarven soldiers have a racial talent bonus when using firearms.

Under the combination of these two, for other players, there is basically no good musket, but in his hands, it can show quite good combat effectiveness.

The Boar Infantry at the forefront was undoubtedly met with a head-on attack from the dwarven musketeers.

Under the continuous gunfire, large swaths of blood splattered on the battlefield.

Liu Tao, who was in charge of the battlefield command, hurriedly gave an order after realizing that the situation was wrong.

While signaling the orcs in the front row to retreat, the large shield soldiers of the human race quickly stepped forward and formed a shield wall to resist the fire from the opposite side.

The battle outside the fortress made Zhao Pan's brows furrow visibly, and the weapons on the opposite side were indeed a little unexpected by him.

In the middle of his thoughts, he decisively signaled the herald beside him to blow the horn and let the defenders withdraw to the fortress.

Faced with this state, John Saar's first reaction was to pursue.

However, how could Zhao Pan let him succeed?

The mage troops on the wall made a decisive move, and the gale bombs, bursting fireballs, thunderstorm spells, and the three attack spells blasted over in one go.

At the same time, in front of the dwarven army, several earthen walls suddenly rose in place, blocking their way and giving the defenders a chance to withdraw.

The heavy gates fell with a bang.

Looking at the closed city gates, and then at the siege equipment that had been bombarded into wreckage by the cannons on the opposite side, John Sal, who had some calculations in his heart, waved his hand, and the dwarven army temporarily retreated.

Signaling the soldiers on duty at the head of the wall to continue to keep an eye on the movement outside, Zhao Pan walked down the city wall quickly.

At this moment, there was a mess near the city gate, and many soldiers covered in blood just fell there, constantly wailing.

He didn't need to say anything, the medics and elven priests were already rescuing the seriously injured soldiers.

After nightfall, in the battle conference room of Beishan Fortress, the eyes of all the generals, including Zhao Pan, fell on the two things that were placed in the center of the conference table at this time.

Those two things were a black projectile the size of a thumb and a heart guard.

The black projectile was still stained with a little blood, which had been taken from the wound of a boar man soldier.

The boar-man soldier had been hit in the arm by the strange weapon of the other man, and thanks to the layer of protection provided by the light armor, combined with the thick flesh of his own flesh, the projectile did not penetrate his arm, but only got stuck in his musculature.

However, it still took a lot of effort for the medics to take it out.

They had to carefully cut the wound around it, remove the projectile, and then sterilize, medicate and stitch it up.

This whole process is easy to say, but it is very laborious to deal with.

As a result, the work of the medical corps is still ongoing.

In the conference room, from time to time, you can still hear a burst of wailing from outside.

And the other thing, the heart goggles, is not unusual.

According to their Majesty's design, the surface of the entire heart shield presents an arc, which can be sliced through the attack that hits it to a certain extent.

Generally, a side is attached to the mouth of the heart to protect the heart from the vital point.

At this moment, the surface of the heart goggles, which should have been very smooth, has two more dents at this time.

There is no doubt that these two dents were left by the strange weapons in the hands of the enemy.

After sorting out the thoughts in his head a little, Zhao Pan, who was sitting in the main seat of the war conference room, spoke slowly......

"Unless a soldier of the Boar People clan is hit head-on by that weapon, the likelihood of causing fatal damage is relatively small, but that doesn't mean that the weapon is less destructive."

"Wild boars have excellent defense capabilities due to their tough epidermis and high-density muscle tissue under the premise of having a layer of light armor protection, which is their natural advantage."

"But the werewolf race, the fox people, the kobolds, and our human race do not have such an innate advantage."

While saying this, Zhao Pan's gaze swept over the white wolf patriarch Wade, the white fox patriarch Kaxin, and the kobold general Gou Shan.

"In other words, in the case of a direct hit, the strange weapon on the other side is a mortal threat to us."

With the words of these words, the atmosphere in the combat conference room was obviously a little more solemn.

Even Hu Jie, who has always been quite confident in his strength, did not speak at the moment, because the heart guard on the table was his......

At that time, when the orc troops were retreating en masse, it was simply unrealistic to avoid all of them in the face of the volley of dwarven musketeers.

The projectile that flew out only hit the heart shield and his gauntlets, and did not cause him any substantial damage, which was already a blessing.

Probably feeling the solemnity of the atmosphere in the combat conference room, Zhao Pan, who breathed a sigh of relief, turned his words slightly......

"But don't be pessimistic, according to my observations, although the weapon is powerful, it is not invincible, and his weaknesses are equally obvious."

"First of all, the firing range, the effective range of that weapon is not more than 100 meters, based on the fact that in the previous battle, the opponent has been firing at a distance of several tens of meters, which is undoubtedly to ensure lethality."

"The second is the frequency of attacks, his attack frequency is very slow, after one attack, it takes about twenty seconds of preparation time to carry out the second attack."

"Of course, in order to make up for this shortcoming, the other party divided the troops under his command into several batches and adopted a multi-stage attack, but as long as you see the opportunity, there is still an opportunity."

"Finally, there is power, as I said earlier, in the case of a direct hit, there is a fatal threat to us, but on the contrary, as long as we are not directly hit."

"And according to the strength of the big shield soldiers, they can resist that attack."

"Next, I will confirm the tactical arrangements with everyone in turn!" I want to talk about "The Lord of Ten Thousand Worlds of Civilization" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~