As the Lion Nation Governor said, the smoothbore guns in Tomorrowland only shoot targets within a few tens of meters, and occasionally people are shot at a distance of 100 meters.

The lions took the risk to get out of the forest, intercepting the slaves on the left and right flanks, whipping them back to the center to attack.

There are more than ten rows of trenches in front of the four-meter-high city wall, and the Lionheart will never fill the trenches with its own soldiers, so it naturally fills the way of the trenches with the corpses of slaves to ensure that the rear troops can charge.

In the forest, the able-bodied Templars held steel swords in their hands, rested with their eyes closed, and waited for the final orders from their superiors.

Their commanders were meeting to discuss whether or not to wear heavy armor, which would affect the speed of the Templars' charge.

"As everyone knows, the firearms in Tomorrow City are very powerful, and unless you let the paladins collectively hold heavy shields and push forward, their bullets will easily penetrate our standard plate armor."

"Now is not the era of cold weapons and heavy armor going all over the world, don't you see that the soldiers in Tomorrow City are not wearing heavy armor, they have abandoned the heavy armor system and are walking in a light and fast system."

"We should also change the old system of warfare, learn from their advanced concepts, simply abandon the armor and hold the shield, wait until the Templars can jump over the wall, and then give the shield to the ordinary lion soldiers, and the paladins will judge them."

A group of old lion people discussed aloud, pointing to the area where the smoke of gunpowder shrouded the city walls, and frequently gesturing.

"You have forgotten one thing, they took the light route because they had good firearms in their hands, and we, we do not have weapons that have such a long range, and now we are armed with less than three thousand people."

Lionheart mobilized the whole country to build guns, and in a short period of time, no less than 4,000 muskets were built, but not every musket was suitable.

Before going into battle, there were 1,000 guns blown up, and their qualified products were only more than 3,000.

The orcs passed the discussion to the High Priest and asked him to make a decision.

The high priest neutralized the opinion and issued a wartime policy, first wait for the slaves to die, and then line up the heavy shield soldiers to step forward, and the musket team will threaten the orcs on the city wall with bullets, and then the holy knight will approach the city wall with a shield and climb over the wall to kill people.

After the general policy was dropped, the orcs were more diligent in driving the slaves.

At this time, all the escaped slaves were driven into one place, and they charged towards the trench en masse, and the slaves were miserable, screaming in terror, and marched forward to meet death in a hail of bullets.

There was no hope of survival on the battlefield, and all the slaves trembled and were slowly pushed forward.

Bang bang bang!

The walls were filled with gunsmoke, and there were gunshots every ten seconds.

The bullets shuttled through the smoke of gunpowder, taking away batches of lives, and the slaves behind once again felt the fear of death coming, and the slaves who rushed forward always swayed, their eyes rolled and fell, and the blood stained the ground red, and there was no life.

The slave scratched his head, his face distorted.

It's terrible, how can there be such a terrible way of death in this world!

It can't see, it can't touch, and when it hears it, it dies.

Even if they die, they won't rush ahead, so it's better to fight the devil lion people behind them.

The devil's lion man is still in the realm of orcs, he can see and touch it.

Driven by fear in their hearts, the slaves turned to the lionmen in plate armor and rushed over to strike them with their fragile bodies.

Naturally, the lion soldiers will not be soft, and they are not afraid of the weak and powerless attacks of the slaves at all, and they can easily kill dozens of slaves who took the lead in rebellion with one sword after another.

"Ahhh

The slaves only knew how to scream and scream, vent their inner anger, and beat the lion man on the head with wooden sticks.

The lion man was annoyed, rebellious slaves were slaves who had no concerns in their hearts, and there was always a death on both sides, and the slaves chose a relatively easy way to die.

"Damn, the slaves have rebelled, give me more troops to suppress it!"

The shield soldier responded and squeezed behind him with his shield.

"What about the sir, the slaves don't dare to advance!" The orcs in the forest half-crouched and asked the superior orcs.

The Lionheart General hid in the forest, unable to see the real battle situation, and he was annoyed to hear that the slaves were collectively afraid of bullets and did not dare to move forward.

In their plan, the 20,000 slaves would surely die before their regular army could be dispatched.

There are more than 8,000 slaves left, and they have not yet died, and nine trenches have been filled, and one trench is still missing.

"Do whatever it takes to push the slaves forward!"

The other side.

Tomorrow, the orcs on the walls of the city will find the slaves scattered, and they will stop firing and wait for the barrel of their guns to heat down.

"Lord Allen, the slaves have rebelled, what a situation!"

"Of course, more than 2,000 muskets are set up here, who can withstand it."

"And the smoothbore hasn't fired yet."

The orcs spoke, glancing at the battlements' weapons of war—the steel cannon!

The regular army does not appear, the shotgun does not move, and the orcs look forward to the time when the regular army appears.

In a few moments, the slaves were forced into the trenches by the powerful orcs, filling ten trenches.

In order to push the slaves, the shield guards of the orcs went very deep, and had already entered the thirty-meter line of the city wall, and were blown away by the high-thrown grenades, and the shields were scattered all over the ground.

During this period, the orcs have not used rifled guns to carry out long-range strikes, and the orcs of the Lionheart Country have not waited for ultra-long-range shooting, probably knowing that the enemy does not have many good guns, otherwise the orcs would have been suppressed to death.

Slaves filled ten trenches and stormed the line within ten meters.

They rushed to the bottom of the city walls, and the orc slaves behind them carried the wooden ladder on their backs and carried it to the edge of the wall.

One by one, the slaves fell, very frightened, but they could not help it, and the lion man behind them drove them.

The orcs climbed the staircase wall with all their might, and the weight of several slaves pressed the wooden ladder so that the orcs at the head of the city could not push the wooden ladder.

"Rolling stones!" Allen's voice came, and the orc hurriedly lowered his head and threw the huge stone down, hitting the slave climbing the ladder in response.

The stones kept falling, and the slave orcs were smashed to the point that their heads were bleeding, and even if they did not die, they would not climb up again, but lay down in the pile of corpses and pretended to be dead.

The slaves are passive and slacking off, and the lion soldiers are not at all, so they can't run to the front line to feel the explosion of the grenade.

They found that the orcs threw grenades at a rough distance, forty or fifty meters away from the city walls, and once they got close to that distance, the shield soldiers would inevitably be blown away by the grenades thrown from above.

However, the shield soldiers are on guard, and once they find that a grenade does not explode when it lands, they will throw it back as quickly as possible, or kick it away.

The orcs pinched the countdown and exploded in mid-air, and the people of Lionheart put their shields on their heads, perfectly blocking the grenades that exploded in mid-air.

The best way to do this is to throw a grenade on the floor next to them and explode when it hits the ground, which requires the orcs to have a precise grasp of the countdown.

Alan watched the group of passive slaves attacking the city, none of them rushed to the top, all of them fell halfway, fell into the corpse and closed their eyes, occasionally rolled over, and turned over to a place where there was no ladder, so that they would not be overwhelmed by the slaves who fell up from above.

If the fight continues like this, the slaves will be quickly depleted, and the enemy's regular army will not be able to do so.