"Alright, the artillerymen will bring the horses over and bring the artillery back to the camp!"

"Yes!"

The artilleryman turned around and went back to lead the horse, ready to pull away the two cannons.

Alan didn't dare to touch the hot cannon chamber at the moment, and the rifled cannon was corrected by him four times in a row, firing a total of eight howitzers, which was enough to cripple the Lionheart camp.

He only fought the enemy's old camp, and another new camp was built on the back slope, with his back to Tomorrow City.

They are built on the back slope, not because they can't fight, but because Alan doesn't want to take the risk to fight.

According to theories such as gravity, as long as he mounted the cannon close enough, he could destroy the enemy's backslope camp with a high elevation angle and a high-throw trajectory.

The premise is that Allen needs to pull the rifled gun to a relatively close place, probably a few hundred meters away.

That distance was already within the enemy's warning range, and the opponent only needed to use the crowd tactics to pile up, and the artillery would definitely be captured, so Alan did not hit the camp on the back slope.

When the cannon left with the carriage, Alan and the others also left.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the enemy, and they will have to recharge their batteries to take over tomorrow's war.

The guerrillas who went out did not return to the city, their mission was to harass, and in addition to harassment or harassment, in short, the enemy could not be allowed to relax.

In order to ensure concealment, the rifled gun was taken back to the city with the smoothbore soldiers for safekeeping.

They used daggers, hidden blades and other cold weapons to lurk in the enemy's patrol area, relying on the cover of the night, cutting throats, cutting breath, and breaking bones, and each of them assassinated more than a few people in a row.

The orcs on patrol tried to carry a torch to extend the patrol to the forest, but no matter how many torches there were, there was no way to take the assassin when they entered the forest.

The Assassin's hiding place could be in a bush or in a leafy canopy.

It is even possible to bury it in the soil, wait for someone to pass by with a torch, and suddenly attack the crotch from behind, wipe the throat and assassinate him.

The number of deaths of the orcs increased, and the orcs on the patrol were frightened, but the high priest personally supervised the battle, and no one dared to disobey, so they could only be sent to death in waves.

Even if it is death, it is necessary to ensure that the patrol circle is large enough so that the enemy's artillery is not in the danger range, which is the idea of Lionheart's higher-ups.

On the other side, Lionheart's troops found that the old camp had survived after four rounds of shelling without any further explosions.

They canceled preparations for the night's all-out attack, sent a large number of soldiers into the old camp to carry what had not been fired, and evacuated all the men to the new camp on the back slope.

Because of the explosion, the Lion Nation generals began to suspect that the enemy's artillery had an ultra-long range of more than a thousand meters.

Until the morning, the Provisional Military Meeting Point was still discussing the affairs of Tomorrow City.

"Their cannons definitely exceed the range of a thousand meters, and the orcs of the patrol have not found any wheel marks left by the cannons within a patrol range of a thousand meters."

"If you want me to say, we can't drag it out any longer, the patrol has killed two thousand three hundred and ninety people in one night!" The old lionman roared and slapped the round table, angry at the weak strength of the Lionheart.

"In the past, when we dealt with the anti-lion faction, almost all of them were crushing victories, even if we fought with the bull-headed country, it was a five-five situation! When did we fight a small newly formed city-state so hard! ”

The old lion man roared, his eyes red.

"Mr. Veblen, please control your emotions, the Cat Clan Awakened have a strong stealth ability at night, and our patrol circle covering the forest is definitely the most unsuccessful course of action, they have animals as eyeliners, the Cat Clan are good at hiding, where they can do whatever they want, this is no way to do it."

The lions sitting at the conference table were all bearded, their beards thick and long, dyed and undyed, and each of them was at least forty years old.

At the age of forty, it should have been a calm age, but at this moment, they have nothing to do with "calm" and "scheming", only slapping the table and roaring, and their faces turned red.

The High Priest of the Kingdom, who sat at the first table, tapped his fingers on the table, and he was Scott's number four stand-in, representing people in military meetings.

The real Scott is rarely seen in public, even in general-level meetings.

Because he doesn't trust anyone, he always feels that the fewer people around him, the better.

In meetings like this, one of the henchmen behind Stand-in Four would write down the minutes and show them to Scott afterwards.

As for the fourth stand-in himself, he never issued a decisive order, and the real decisive order was issued in the form of a superficial document and read out in public.

In doing so, the Kingdom priest is actually a hall of words, and he needs his consent for major matters.

If it weren't for his growing majesty, his orcs wouldn't have been able to adapt to this strange meeting.

After a while, a maid passed the parchment scroll to the priest's henchmen, who in turn passed it to the fourth stand-in.

He spread out the parchment scroll, which contained a line of flowing lettering and a red ink stamp.

"Let's rest first, and we'll discuss it at noon."

The meeting is temporarily closed.

With a sigh of relief, Stand-in Four left the tent and walked around the camp to enjoy the worship of the ignorant orcs.

"If there is a war, I will definitely need to be at the forefront and inspire those ignorant soldiers to give their hearts for the cause of the kingdom." Four clenched his fist.

"But Tomorrow City's marksmanship is so accurate, can I survive the big battle, no, I can't!" Number Four shouted in his heart, and he really felt the trembling for a long time.

He wanted to live.

In the past, when the enemy was still using cold weapons, he stood in the middle of the army, and as soon as he stood there, countless soldiers sacrificed their lives to fight for him.

Now, if you go to the battlefield, you can get shot at any time.

The enemy has sharpshooters, and there are superb long-range weapons that Lionheart does not have, and the range of seven or eight hundred meters is desperate.

Although there will not be many sharpshooters, his identity is so eye-catching, if he stands on the battlefield, he will definitely die, and the enemy will not let go of the opportunity to hit him.

Number Four lowered his haughty lion head, and his big golden beard was so unsightly.

"I want to surrender to the enemy, but how can I surrender to the enemy?" Four fell into deep thought.

……

When the war between the two sides was in full swing, the royal family also conducted a secret exchange of information with the orcs of Shuizhu Harbor through the fleet, and learned that the army of Tomorrow City and Wang Cheng was about to fight.

"How much grain and grass does our country have in the first few years, is it enough to fight a war?"

In the depths of the Bull Head Palace, the muscle-revealing Minotaur sat on the throne of the horns, wearing an animal skin coat, and the eight-pack abs and two pectoral muscles on his chest were as strong and huge as granite.

"Back to Your Majesty, if we go out to attack the Lionheart Country, our current food will not be enough." His Excellency Neifu shook his head, not optimistic about the expedition of the Minotaur Country.

"That's a shame, it's a wonderful moment to swallow Lionheart in one go." The Minotaur hammered the Iron Throne in annoyance.

His Excellency Neifu hesitated for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty, it is definitely not enough to hit Lionheart City, the food supply line is too long, in case we are cut off from the grain route, we may lose, but if we only hit Tomorrow City and besiege the Lionheart King City army, our food is barely enough." ”