A white dove landed next to Allen, spread its wings and lowered its head to groom.

Alan looked away from the scope.

"Goo-goo?"

The pigeon stopped grooming, opened its mouth, and gestured to the cat-eared orc, "Coo-coo!" ”

"Goo!"

The pigeon nodded, then continued to bow its head and groom, as if it had communicated in its own pigeon language.

Alan was away from home, and he didn't have much bird food with him, so he could go to the city wall to get food after the pigeons communicated.

But it's not in a hurry, it's not yet a meal, it's a disciplined pigeon, not a foodie...... The pigeon shook its wings and shook off its stray hair.

Alan thought about it, and still planned to keep an eye on the top of the mountain, as a strategic-level humanoid murder weapon, he must stand on the commanding heights to form a deadly force deterrent to the enemy.

The changes at the foot of the mountain let Ivan and other generals adapt temporarily, he believes that the other party can handle it.

After a while, another pigeon flew up and rubbed Alan's hand with its head, and tied Ivan's paper application to the base of his foot.

Alan spread it out and took a look, and it read: "The shield soldiers entered the forest, a large number of lion soldiers appeared in the front right, and the enemy's shield ** was very strong, I asked for the support of the explosive pack, combined with the extra-thick steel shield, and ambushed them." ”

"Dynamite pack tactics, good, you can try it."

Alan muttered to himself, tore the note into strips, plucked another weed and tied the strip into the shape of a star, and asked the pigeon to pass the token to Ivan.

The pigeon opens its mouth, holds the simple token in its mouth, and spreads its wings and glides.

The token was an instruction to agree to the use of explosives packs, without which Ivan could not use explosives packs in guerrilla warfare.

Explosives packs are valuables and are scarce, and good things must be used in large numbers of orcs to maximize their benefits.

At this time, in order to recapture the 400 heavy shields, the Lionheart Kingdom did not hesitate to send a large army to seize the shields, and our side could just use the enemy's mind to blow up the main force of the Lionheart Kingdom.

At the foot of the mountain.

Ivan received the token from the carrier pigeon and immediately ordered someone to receive the explosives bag and detonator.

Explosives packets and detonators were transported separately and temporarily stored at a distance of 1,000 years under special supervision.

He passed the token to the scout and ran a kilometer to retrieve the explosives bag and detonator.

After working for a while, the guerrilla orcs piled three hundred heavy shields together, and then threw fifty shields nearby, forming a circular encirclement, trying to let the orcs of Lionheart gather in the encirclement of the heavy shields.

"Next, put the explosives bag on this shield and insert the detonator."

Ivan carefully inserted the detonator into the explosives bag, and when he saw that the explosive bag had not exploded, he left the steel shield concentration area with a light movement.

"It's a pity that these shields, which are good shields that can block bullets, now have to withstand the detonation of explosive packs." Natasha looked at the mountains of thick steel shields and was very reluctant.

"To kill so many lion soldiers, they're worth the money."

Ivan shook his head, he also had these shields, and ordered fifty shields to be secretly buried for this purpose.

Before these preparations were made, the heavy shields had already entered the forest.

The cat-eared orc repeated his old trick, pulled the grenade's lead rope, flicked his right arm and threw the grenade out.

The probe saw the grenade thrown at him, and he stared at the ground, his ears straight.

By listening to the wind, they predicted where the grenade would land in advance, quickly picked up the grenade, and threw the grenade back without hesitation.

Whoosh, more than two dozen grenades were thrown back, and the grenades flew into the air and suddenly exploded, blowing up some branches and trunks.

The shieldmen's hearts pounded, and their expressions were joyful.

"Succeeded, we succeeded, the orcs of Tomorrow City are not invincible." The shield soldier was thrilled and wanted to bring the news back to his camp.

"We're retreating now, and the lion soldiers of the Sixth Regiment should have arrived." The shield captain was overjoyed and led his team backwards.

The shield soldier didn't have much time to be bait, and he was going to go deep into the forest to continue as bait, but the captain with the shield found that there were many animals in the forest and stared at them with his eyes, which made him temporarily decide to retreat.

As long as he reports the matter of throwing back the grenade, he will be a small achievement.

After a while, the wind came again, and when I looked up, several grenades flew overhead.

The lion soldiers stared nervously at where the grenades landed, and then the reflection of the grenades in their eyeballs got closer and wider.

Rumble!

Ten grenades exploded on the shieldmen's heads, pinching the time just right, and the other dozen grenades exploded before they reached the shieldmen's heads.

This time, the cat-eared orcs advanced, and after pulling the rope, they deliberately waited for a second or two before throwing the grenade, so that the grenade exploded in advance, not giving the enemy a chance to pick it up and throw it back.

The effect of Tomorrow City's on-the-spot response was very significant, and the shield soldiers who were standing densely were blown up by grenades, and the fragmented iron sheets exploded in all directions, poking into the flesh of the unarmored lion soldiers, making people scream.

The orcs near the center of the explosion were already lying on the ground, their eyes rolling, their ears bleeding, and they were unconscious.

The orcs on the edge ran fast and were not hit.

A certain lion man turned around and found that most of his teammates had fallen, so he immediately spread his legs and ran violently, using the tree trunk as a cover, and was so lucky that he dodged three Minnie bullets in a row.

He ran all the way to the west, almost three hundred meters, before the feeling of danger in his mind slowly subsided.

"Huhu, huh, I'm not dead, this must be a miracle!"

The surviving unarmored orcs leaned against a huge thick tree trunk, their chests rising and falling violently, and their breathing was very rapid.

He had never run so fast, the absence of armor freed his legs, and the passing of bullets made him feel a certain power throbbing between life and death, his brain had a premonition of death crisis, and his throat was itchy, pregnant with some kind of wonderful power.

The lionman was not an Awakened before, but a Templar reserve, and this experience of life and death unexpectedly made him step into the ranks of the Awakened, and it seemed that his chances of survival were much greater.

"I can't run to the camp now, I can only hide, and it's better to bury myself."

The lionman muttered to himself, looking around, his eyes suddenly fixed on one of the birds in the trees.

"Oops!"

The lionman's face changed slightly, and he knew that Tomorrowcity's eyeliner was forest animals, and once he met animals, he had to clean them up or drive them away.

He hurried inside, and strangely no gunshots rang out in the process.

The sound of birds in the forest suddenly increased, and the little bird staring at him also received the bird's song, suddenly changed direction, fluttered its wings in a panic and flew high into the air, away from the forest.

"Strange, don't you stare at me?"

The lionman, who managed to escape, did not know what was happening, and when he found that the bird had been affected by the birdsong in the forest and left, he also ran away.

He ran for more than ten seconds, and no gunshots rang out during this time, as if the orcs had retreated.

"Could it be that the lionmen of the Sixth Regiment have arrived and they are fighting?" The more the deserter thought about this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very likely.

"Yes, it must be."

Since the two sides were fighting, the gunners certainly couldn't find time to aim at him.

The lion soldier looked back at the forest, lay on the ground and pressed his ears to the ground, and listened quietly for ten seconds, and sure enough, he heard a slight movement of the ground, which was the footsteps of distant troops.

Now that the lion man support of the 6th Regiment has arrived at the scene, it is time for him to go back and report the response strategy in the face of the grenade just now to the higher-ups and get a military merit reward.

He was about to get up when his ears suddenly caught a long, violent tremble, and his body stiffened.