The cast-steel artillery is three meters long in its entirety, with a caliber of one hundred and twenty millimeters, which refracts the sun's brilliance in the sun.

Abel the blacksmith looked at the cannon with a look of anticipation, believing that it would burst into a thunderous roar.

"Stay away, it's better to cover your ears."

Alan reminded the curious freedfolk to cover their ears.

Some orcs were very obedient and immediately covered their heads and ears.

The intelligence spies in the other towns had never seen muskets, did not understand the intensity of the sound, and half-covered their ears without covering them all, and their eyes were fixed on the ignition process of the cannons.

"It turns out that the weapons operated by the artillerymen are this strange weapon, but none of our spies in Saltpeter Town have penetrated inside, what's going on?"

One of the spies took a few glances at the lion soldiers who were operating the artillery, and found that there were no family members of their own.

No, no, he still cares about the artillery.

The spies really couldn't understand what such a "freak" could be made of steel.

In the next second, Allen's ignition command was issued, and the artillerymen began to ignite.

The artillerymen practiced the ignition link, but it was a fake ignition, and the real ignition launch had not yet been tried.

Holding the leash in both hands, with a pull, the fire cap firing device was activated, and the black powder in the barrel of the gun was violently ignited.

Rumble!

The huge cannon burst into flames, the cannonball turned into a black shadow and disappeared in a flash, and the forest in the distance suddenly resounded with a loud noise, and the four trees were cut off without warning and fell to the ground with a bang.

A thunderous roar exploded in the clearing, and the spies' brains rumbled, and their hearts beat at an accelerated pace.

"What's going on with this sound, why did the tree fall?" The spy looked at the trees a few hundred meters away and felt cold all over.

He didn't know how far the woods were from the cannon, but at least a few hundred meters away.

And the artillerymen who operated the cannon also opened their mouths wide and felt a deep shock.

I didn't expect that what they did after three weeks of special training would actually be such a terrifying thing.

"Lord Allen, the cannon really lives up to its name, and now the enemy's camp is within your range." Abel exclaimed excitedly.

With these three cannons, the distance that the muskets could not cover, the cannons came to fill.

Alan then test-fired several cannons, and after testing their accuracy, he made a table of the angle of fire and the amount of gunpowder for the artillerymen.

Due to the preciousness of black powder, it was naturally impossible for the artillerymen to test fire several rounds per minute, and after the day's test firing, they all went back to memorize the form, or pulled the artillery to do the reloading training without firing.

……

On the eve of the war, Goss of Saltpeter sent a fleet into Tomorrowtown to ask for his share of the cement, or else send him a thousand slaves.

Of course, Goss himself did not come, it was his subordinates who came.

Allen politely refused on the grounds that war mobilization required the dispatch of resources, unless the other party exchanged food and saltpeter.

Due to the war, the saltpeter in Saltpeter Town is no longer sold to Tomorrow Town, which makes Alan feel a headache, and the current amount of saltpeter in Tomorrow Town is used less than once, after this war, Alan must collect some protection money, don't let others think that he is easy to bully.

"Lord Allen, the war is coming, Tomorrow Town is very dangerous, why don't you and some of your important friends get on my ship and go back to the Anderson family in saltpeter town to live temporarily, our family can secretly protect you from the disaster of war." Goss's subordinate smiled and asked tentatively.

"No, I like to sit in my own town." Ellen refused.

Goss's subordinates unfortunately left, he did not get the cement or a thousand slaves back, and the result was similar to what Goss had thought.

Two days later.

Many birds flew into Tomorrowtown to deliver urgent information to Alan.

Ten sails are heading south down the river from Morning Glory Town, and four sails are heading north from Saltpetertown, and they may converge at the mouth of the west bank of Tomorrowtown.

The nobles on both sides planned to drop the soldiers to the shore in boats and then walk to the border of Tomorrowtown.

Since he knew that the other party was coming by boat, Alan was not afraid, and immediately ordered someone to pull the horse and drag the rear-loading cannon to the mouth of the river on the west bank.

The musketeers in the town also moved, and more than 200 people quickly formed a formation, stepping neatly and vigorously onto the cement port road that had been built, all the way forward.

When they arrived at the port, they went more than a kilometer, to the intersection of the canal and the creek, where the musketeers hid in the woods, guns in their hands, and waited for orders.

Since Morning Glory Town is very close to Tomorrow Town, and it is the fastest down the river, Alan waited in the woods for a while, and then he saw a dark shadow above the canal, which was the fleet.

The Templars from the kingdom were in the flotilla of Altair's departure, and before the nobles of Saltpeter Town arrived, nine artillerymen unlatched their cannons and filled them with large shells.

Then to the amount of gunpowder, the air is closed, and the rope for firing is ready.

The prepared artillerymen nervously looked at the flotilla in the distance, and remembered the well-memorized table of angles and ranges.

"Sign up, shoot or not!" The artillerymen asked with a sigh of relief.

Now that the fleet is approaching a kilometer away, the rear-loading guns built by Tomorrowtown are capable of shooting at targets of kilometers away.

Of course, whether you can shoot or not is another matter.

"No, wait a little longer, wait for them to enter the ambush circle." Alan shook his head, and the artillerymen had to stare at the ship in the distance, constantly adjusting the angle of fire, so that the enemy's fleet was always within the range of the cannons.

Nine hundred meters, eight hundred meters, seven hundred meters, ten large ships are getting closer and closer to the sandy bank of the river where Allen is.

Morning glory on board.

The soldiers were standing on the ship, half of the lion soldiers wearing plate armor and the other half in chain mail, while the Templars were talking about their recent events in Moonlight Valley in the first large ship.

While he was drinking, a small soldier broke in, "Templars, there are more than a dozen suspicious orcs hundreds of miles ahead"

The drinking lion soldiers paused and stopped drinking.

"Suspicious orcs?" The bearded Templars, dressed in silver plate armor and white cloaks of golden lions, put down their glasses and walked out of the cabin, looking out into the distance.

The Templars were not nearsighted, and their awakened vision was 5.3, allowing them to see extremely distant targets.

At this glance, I really saw a dozen orcs standing on the shore, and for every third of them there was a long black iron pipe standing on the shore, they were dressed in green speckled clothes, and another person was wearing white clothes and black pants.

"It's suspicious, but there are too few people...... "The Templar Master muttered, and something suddenly came to mind.

Could it be the soldiers of Tomorrow Town, when he thought of this, he felt cheating.

"Quick, give me the order, let all the captains drop anchor, land on the river bank and advance on foot." Sweet's face changed, and he asked the messenger to give the order.

The light-armored messenger immediately took out his flag and waved it to the flagbearer who was giving the order on the mast, and the standard-bearer saw it and waved it.

The flag-bearer of the ship in the rear saw the flag and hurriedly issued an order, and the captain began to order the sailors to adjust the sails and prepare for the landing.