The lion soldiers knelt feebly on the ground, waiting for the cat-eared orcs to tie their hands one by one with ropes.

Some of the lion soldiers were on their knees, but their eyes were down, their eyes fixed on the shadows of the ground, trying to kill a cat-eared orc by attacking.

"I am the glory of the Lionheart Nation and will never submit to you!"

When the cat-eared orc passed by a certain lion soldier, he suddenly got up and stretched out his big hand with his teeth and claws, trying to strangle the man to death.

But he miscalculated, and the seemingly thin cat-eared orc instantly turned into a black shadow, circled half around the ground, and appeared behind him.

Raising his arm, he struck down with a hand knife, and the eyes of the Lion Soldier rolled, and he was directly unconscious after being hit hard.

"Lord Allen, what should you do with this kind of person?" Ivan resisted his anger at killing him and turned to Allen.

"Since you don't surrender, let's put it to death." Alan didn't get close to the distance, and replied lightly.

Some of the lion soldiers still had some ideas, but when they saw that Eren was not close at all, and the orcs who dealt with the surrender were cat awakened people, they suddenly lost hope and wanted to bite their tongues and kill themselves.

However, it is not so easy to bite their tongues to kill themselves, and many lion people bite their tongues until they have severe pain and subconsciously stop.

"Don't move!"

"Seal your throat!"

The cat-eared orcs who found it in time pounced on them en masse, tied their mouths with hemp ropes, and sealed them tightly.

Seeing this, Alan walked up to Ivan and whispered: "Some lionmen can be executed, most of them have to be mine laborers, don't die too much." ”

"I understand, Lord Allen." Ivan naturally understood what Eren meant, and he was measured.

Alan needed labor, and the death of a few stubborn lion soldiers would make them less rebellious and make it easier for them to participate in the mines.

After a while, the surrendered lion soldiers all took off their armor and walked forward in a row tied with hemp ropes.

The cat-eared orcs watched as they slowly walked towards the harbor and stepped onto the concrete road, the musketeers remained where they were, and the orcs without muskets accompanied a thousand soldiers back to the town.

When they were gone, another fat, white pigeon landed on Alan's shoulder, causing the cat-eared orc to gurgle in his throat and salivate as he stared at the fat flesh.

Of course, they only dared to think, not do, after all, the pigeons were good helpers for the Assassins, without them, the current intelligence network could not have been built.

The fat pigeon shook its wings on Alan's shoulder, lifted its proud head, and opened its mouth to grunt twice, begging for a snack.

Alan took out a dozen grains, fed them to the pigeons, and waited for the pigeon to peck quickly before he heard it say, "Goo, goo......"

The musketeers in the distance couldn't help but their heads and ears, but unfortunately they still couldn't understand what the pigeons were saying.

"I'm afraid this kind of grunt can only be understood by Lord Allen."

"Old hunter, do you understand, I heard that you have been keeping pigeons for several years."

"It's more than ten years, right?"

"Impossible, it's clearly decades, ancestral craftsmanship!"

Seeing that these cat-eared orcs were getting more and more awesome, the old hunter also blushed, and gently tugged at the flintlock pistol strap with his palm, and said: "I have raised pigeons for so many years, and I probably know that sometimes it coos because the food has arrived. ”

"And what about the other than the meal?"

"I don't know." The old hunter was very ashamed when he said this.

I have raised so many pigeons, but I am not as good as Allen.

Look at the pigeons that pass by tomorrow every day, there are hundreds, and tomorrow can almost be called a pigeon town.

While the old hunter was ashamed, Alan had received the latest information on Saltpetertown.

Four sails, carrying roughly a few hundred to more than a thousand people.

Those four ships carried a lot of weight, and with the fact that they were moving against the current, they were many times slower than Saltpetertown.

Allen's side had been fighting for half an hour, plus an hour to take prisoners and clear the battlefield, and the saltpeter ship was just approaching three or four thousand meters.

"The artillerymen moved and pulled the artillery into the woods, and the musketeers went into the woods and waited for their time."

"Yes!"

The musketeers had already formed a large phalanx, quickly poured into the forest, and hid in an instant.

The cannon was also pulled into the grass, covered the barrel with a large amount of weeds, and then opened the bolt, loaded the shell, loaded with gunpowder, sealed, tied a rope, and adjusted the angle of fire of the barrel according to the scale of the runner.

When the artillery was ready, four large ships from Saltpeter Town also appeared at the end of the lower canal.

The four sails were full of soldiers, and the lion soldiers were crowded, plate after plate, all huddled to the edge of the ship, more crowded than the ships of Morning Glory Town

"Report, the target is very intensive!" The artilleryman wagged his excited little lion's tail, and though he hadn't fired yet, he had foreseen that the saltpeter fleet was about to be destroyed by the magic of the artillery.

Especially with such a dense position, the lethality of the artillery per shot is increased to the maximum.

……

Saltpeter Town on board.

Goss sits in the large cabin of the first ship, talking to the people in power about how Tomorrowtown will be divided.

"The director of the cement factory, the director of the glass factory and others in Tomorrow Town must be taken down, they are the key people who hold the wealth and power of the future, and they cannot be taken away by another wave of people."

"Don't worry, at least half of the people who came down from Morning Glory Town are our anti-lion soldiers, and they won't be interfered with by the nobles on the other side." A certain lion elder sitting in the corner said calmly.

"The Altair Town fleet is now divided into two teams, Count Silver is not our anti-lion faction, half of the nobles who defend him are our anti-lion faction, this is the cornerstone of the future coup, it is better not to use it."

"What are you afraid of, with the cement of Tomorrow Town, we can build a high wall, separate the north and the south, get the glass, and sell the glass to foreign countries by coastline transportation, and make a lot of money."

Goss still advocates his plan for the Great Wall, and incidentally comes up with a lucrative plan to go abroad to earn glass crafts.

In addition to the Anderson family, other noble dignitaries were also on the ship, discussing with the orcs of the Anderson family what to do with the cement this time.

None of them knew that the morning glory fleet had sunk to the bottom of the river, and no one thought that Tomorrowtown would be able to stop the combined efforts of more than 4,000 people from breaking the city.

Because no matter how high the wall is, it only needs to be broken with a trebuchet.

Anyway, Tomorrowtown doesn't have as many troops as them, and if they dare to go out of the city, they will be hit head-on by the Templars, and no one wants to risk it.

The flotilla continued to move forward, and the orcs standing at the bow of the ship sighed and saw several large masts and sails lying on the sand.

The mast and sail lay very far away, not at the junction of the canal and the small river of Tomorrowtown, and if you want to confirm the situation there, you can only continue to sail forward.

The orcs reported layer by layer, and the news quickly reached the captain's room, and then the orcs in the cabin walked out and saw the blood-stained sails there, and the lion's tail was erected in the shape of a question mark.

"What's going on, Morning Glory Town started fighting without gathering with us?"

"It should have been an ambush in Tomorrow Town, but they were all killed by Morning Glory Town." The lions said wildly.

"No, it's not right, if it's a ship-grabbing battle, it won't even hang the sails and masts on the beach......"

Goss stepped forward, frowning deeply, feeling uncomfortable.