"You can't even take the city, these slaves are really ......" The lion soldier, who was secretly observing at the edge of the forest, shook his head, very dissatisfied with the slaves.

"After all, they were beaten with muskets until they lost their fighting spirit, and it was understandable."

The messengers ran back to deliver the message, and the lion generals marched in unison, encouraging the orcs in the forest to march through their armor together.

"Prepare for battle, take advantage of the fact that the slaves are not dead, and pick up the rhythm of the attack."

The lion soldiers, dressed in their heavy armor, walked forward foot by foot.

There's nothing wrong with enemy bullets being able to pierce their plate armor, but objects such as pebbles kicked up by a grenade explosion have the potential to be devastating.

In order to defend against those tiny attacks, which are invisible, the orcs decided to attack in heavy armor.

The orcs lined up step by step, and the shield soldiers opened the way in front, resisting the heavy shields and setting off.

There are more than 1,500 heavy shields of steel plates three centimeters thick, and rows of heavy shields walk forward, and some arquebusiers are hidden inside.

After discharging several rows of heavy shieldmen, the artillerymen followed closely behind, dragging the handles of the cast bronze cannons, the wheels rolling forward, and the barrels of the guns shining in the sun.

"It's a cannon!"

The Lionheart ** team heard the exclamation of the orcs on the city wall, and their faces were full of incredulity, and even a little panicked.

"Shield soldiers stand shields to protect artillery!" The generals in the rear, under the protection of the shield men, appeared and ordered the shield men to raise their shields to protect the artillery.

The shield soldier in front of the artilleryman immediately raised his shield and stood in front of the artilleryman to prevent the artilleryman from being killed by rifled guns.

The gunners of the city wall were picking up rifled guns and wanted to shoot at the artillerymen, and found the extra-thick steel shield standing in front of the artillerymen, and after thinking about it, they still did not shoot.

"Great, it looks like the cannon worked for them."

"Let's blast a wall with cannons." The Lionheart Orcs were very excited and saw hope.

At this time, their artillery was still six hundred meters away from the city walls, and in order to inflict an effective artillery strike, it was better to push to a distance of four hundred meters.

Of course, a distance of 500 meters is not impossible, but the destructive power is not so sufficient.

As the orcs advanced, the orcs had already smiled on their faces, and they saw that the faces of the orcs in Tomorrow City were already very ugly.

"Then again, they have a lot of cannons on the wall."

One of the leon soldiers muttered to himself, feeling strange.

When the generals heard this, their hearts moved, "Be careful of their cannons." ”

Before he finished speaking, the four rifled cannons of the city wall of Tomorrow moved their muzzles together, and the butt mouth was opened and filled with solid cannonballs.

Boom Boom!

The rifled cannon's muzzle fire flickered, and four solid steel shells struck the cast bronze cannon with unmistakable accuracy.

The cast copper barrel was still moving, but when it touched the spiraling rotating solid bullet, a twisted crack appeared on the copper surface, and the crack cracked in just a moment, and the copper body rolled over and shattered.

The cannon was originally a very student object, and when it was shelled, every fragment of the body was attached to an incomparable kinetic energy and scattered in all directions.

The shield soldier defending the cast bronze cannon was hit by a piece of bronze body fragment on the body, piercing from the right waist to the left waist, and the shield also flew.

The artillerymen in the rear died even more miserably, the wheels rode in the face, and even the bones were shattered.

The shieldmen and musketeers who were close were not spared, and were stabbed by splinters and died on the spot.

"Damn it!"

"Our cannons are all gone!"

The Lion General's face was full of rage, and he wanted to swallow the artillery of Tomorrow City alive.

"Pick up all the shields and keep attacking!"

"Yes!"

The lion soldiers behind saw the extra-thick steel shield falling, and quickly rolled over and picked up the shield.

Behind them, the fourth double also stepped forward, as the embodiment of the High Priest, he must be at the forefront and become the currency of the kingdom, inspiring the ignorant soldiers to fight for the kingdom.

No, the lion soldiers at the bottom saw the golden-bearded high priest stand up, and the courage in their hearts came back.

"People, soldiers, do not be afraid, advance!" The High Priest waved his heavy sleeves and said loudly.

As he spoke, the shield soldier next to him also kept his shield in front of the high priest to prevent him from being shot.

When the lion soldiers heard the words of the high priest, their chests were filled with blood, and they roared, "Rush! ”

The destruction of the four cast bronze cannons just now had indeed reduced most of their sharpness, but now they felt that the glory of the temple had been added to their bodies, and their bodies had momentum.

The lion soldiers marched all the way forward, and there was no artillery, so they had no other way but to attack the city in the flesh.

In other words, the soldiers who rushed to the front were destined to go and never return, but it didn't matter, the high priest of the kingdom stood behind him, and he was honored in this life.

This was a temple-style brainwashing, and the low-level lion soldiers were unaware, and even forgot about the threat of muskets for a while, and rushed all the way.

When they rushed to a close point of fifty meters, the musketeers under the shields began to load ammunition and load the fire rope.

On the city wall, the rolling stones have been thrown, and they began to throw the rolling logs, throwing them down one by one.

The freed men aimed their muskets at the shieldmen, but could not find a point of attack, and the enemy's shields were so tightly defended that they hardly gave them a chance to shoot.

At this moment, the enemy's shield array loosened a little, and the arquebus orcs took out their guns and aimed them at the orcs at the head of the city.

At this time, the fire rope burned for the last second, and the muzzle of the gun flashed with fire.

On the city wall, the orc with the smoothbore gun aimed at the lionheart orc as fast as he could, pressed the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun flashed at the same time.

Bang bang!

Bullets and bullets passed through at the same time, some converging and slamming in the air, and some penetrated into some orc at the head of the city, hitting the abdomen, and the body was crooked, and the strength was lost.

Below, some of the arquebus orcs had their eyes wide open, a hole in their foreheads and eyebrows, and red blood sprayed onto their shields.

In the first round of musket exchanges, there were people on both sides who were hit.

Fortunately, Lionheart's accuracy was extremely poor, and no one hit the head, most of the parts hit were the chest, abdomen, thighs, and some hit the arms.

"Wounded soldiers stand back, the rabbit medic will treat your injuries, don't panic!"

"The soldiers at the head of the city take up their shields!"

"Lord Allen, the wall is dangerous, please retreat to a safe place!"

The orcs covering their wounds cried out loudly, unwilling to leave their posts to recuperate.

Alan picked up a grenade in his right hand, threw it at a distance of forty meters, and fell to the junction of a certain shield and a certain shield array.

"I can fight again, you go down first." In front of Allen was someone holding an extra-thick steel shield, a trophy captured from Lionheart's side yesterday.

The soldiers were very moved, until this time Allen insisted on fighting on the most dangerous wall, and what reason did they have not to insist.

However, the military orders were like a mountain, and soon new recruits dragged them down the wall.

The rabbit people were already waiting under the wall, and they took out jars of wound medicine from the box, all of which were special wound medicines made with the hands of medicinal agents.