"Go ahead, let them despair." Alan narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not hesitate to give the order.

Alan paused and said his purpose: "Send assassins to operate afterwards, and secretly buy those merchants who want to take refuge in our Tomorrow Town, they have resources from other towns in their hands, and we can collect as much as we can." ”

Ivan only hesitated for two seconds, and immediately thought that it would cost a lot of iron ore and various comprehensive resources to make muskets and artillery, and that the consumption in the town would be increasing tomorrow, and there would be no way to expand without resources, so he immediately agreed to Allen's show cannon move.

Show off the muskets to make the lions afraid to fight against the muskets of Tomorrowtown.

But it's just the level of fear, no matter how good the musket is, it can't penetrate the wall a few meters thick, as long as they squat in their own noble territory, they are not afraid of Allen hitting the door.

But the show cannons are different, several thirty-two-pounder siege cannons are lined up in a line, rumbling several rounds and more than a dozen rounds, no matter how thick the city wall is, it can't withstand the shelling, and sooner or later it will collapse.

When the city walls do not give them a sense of security, despair arises.

Behind the show is the link of loading the cannon after the show.

The cannon of Tomorrow Town has been built to the sixth one so far, and it must be enough to defend the city, and if you attack the city, you need to build more to make it have enough deterrence inside your own house to prevent King Lionheart from stealing your home.

The probability of the other party stealing the house is very low, but the people's hearts are unpredictable, so it is best to guard against it.

Ivan gestured into the distance, and the artillery team came slowly with the cannon, stopping at a distance of two hundred meters.

At this moment, the lions were still watching the pierced plates, and the lions silently counted the big holes in the helmets of each plate armor, counted down a whole row of targets, and their hearts sank directly to the bottom.

Seventy targets, seventy headshots, 100 percent headshots.

Everyone knows that the heads of orcs are the most important of the heavy, and once their minds explode, they are gone.

And the precise headshot displayed by the cat orcs made the lions very frightened, and the lion's tail trembled.

"Glick, what do you think?" Another companion from Wangcheng quietly approached Greek's side and asked in a low voice.

Glick's lion's beard was thick, his face was mostly obscured, and his expression was inscrutable, and only he knew what mood he was in right now.

"This matter must be reported to Wang Cheng, and I will send a carrier pigeon to deliver the message later, so you don't have to worry." Gorrik took a deep breath and said.

"Tomorrow Town is so terrible, no wonder the four thousand three hundred private troops have been wiped out."

"It's good that these weapons are weapons against people, we have high walls, and they can't go up." Grek stroked his beard and let out a heavy sigh.

"Everyone, our siege cannon for Tomorrow Town has arrived, let's take a look at the power of the cannon and then talk about it." Ivan appeared at Glick's side at some point, causing Glick to blow up all over his body.

"When did you come here?" Gorrik was startled, and even the Templar guards with him were startled.

Ivan walked without a sound, and just now the attention of the lions was focused on the big hole in the plate armor and the topic of muskets, and they did not notice Ivan's silent stepping.

"It's not important, the important thing is that you feel that the walls are safe, but that's a misjudgment." Ivan shook his head, raised his finger, pointed in the direction of the cannon, and then pointed to the three-meter-high masonry wall behind him.

The masonry city wall was a target for testing the power of the cannon, it was previously made of cement bricks, there was no foundation, the wall was three meters high and more than one meter thick, and it was a pure demonstration of coercion, as long as it was shelled, it would collapse.

The lions didn't know it, and when they saw the distance between the walls and the cannons, they were nervous.

"You said that the siege artillery can hit the city walls at such a long distance?" The lions were upset and thought it was impossible.

This distance is about 1,000 paces by visual inspection, and if one step is 0.5 meters, wouldn't the shelling distance be about 500 meters?

"That's right, our cannon is built for siege, you can think of it as a giant musket, oh yes, the musket is the spear on my back." Ivan casually pulled the strap of the musket, causing all the lionmen to subconsciously retreat, afraid of the steel creatures' shots.

The cannon was more than 200 meters away from them, and the target of the city wall behind them was more than 300 meters away, and the lion man in the middle watched the shelling in the distance with blank eyes, took out a giant cannonball, and filled it into the breech from the butt of the cannon.

It was too far away for them to cover their ears, only to see the flash of fire, the cannon twitching for a second like a sheep's madness, and the loud rumbling sound spread from the horizon to the soles of their feet, making them feel the sorrow of Mother Earth.

The lions panicked and looked up to see the cannonball leap overhead, falling into the walls in a dangerous arc.

"The lion king is above, bless don't hit!" The lions closed their eyes, joined their hands together, and prayed to the golden lion king ancestors in their hearts.

Rumble!

The part of the city wall sounded a small sound, and the cyan city wall was like paper paste, and suddenly the middle was dented, and it collapsed violently, and the masonry flew in all directions, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

When the lions heard the sound, they opened their eyes and saw the image of the city wall falling like a mountain, and felt cold in their hands and feet.

"This, this is simply the power of the gods, no, no, it should be the power of the devil."

Grik, the merchant of Wangcheng, shook his head with his arm trembling, his throat rolling unnaturally, and made a grunting sound, rejecting the title of god's power, and characterizing the cannon power of Tomorrowtown as the power of the devil.

In the distance, smoke and dust filled the distance, obscuring most of the broken shape of the city wall.

Ivan smiled, a little proud: "The soldiers who operate the cannon have only been trained for a month, and they were all ordinary orcs before, is this the devil power in your mouth?" ”

Gorrik blushed and his throat rolled, wanting to roar out loud and have a ranting debate with the other party.

Ivan didn't know him the same, rolled his eyes, turned and left.

The lions stayed where they were, looking hesitant and unsure of what to do in the future.

Tomorrowtown had already shown his greatest strength, and the King's Cold Weapons were no match for it, even if the Templars were rushing to it...... Gorrik's eyes condensed slightly, and he muttered: "There is still a turnaround, there is still a turnaround, as long as the Templars in the whole country shake up, they will definitely be able to overturn Tomorrow Town, and then grab the muskets and cannons." ”

Glick muttered to himself as if frantically, and immediately asked the Templars around him to contact the carrier pigeons.

The Templar said yes, turned away, and plunged into the crowd to find the pigeon breeder from the royal city, and asked him to take out the pigeon and send the message.

In consideration of the exchange of information, etc., the people of Wangcheng had already prepared simple pen and ink, and the pigeon keeper took out the inkwell, twisted the cork, and took out the quill from his bosom.

Gorrik took the quill, and while Ivan and the other soldiers did not approach them, he quickly wrote down what he had seen in the area, and described the characteristics of flintlock pistols and artillery in very simple language.

After that, he wrote a string of codes to prove his identity, and then rolled the letter and tied it to the pigeon's leg.

The little carrier pigeon is very petite, cooing and whispering, and its curious and innocent eyes slowly look at this strange environment.

With three feathers on its right wing, it is a pigeon of the Templars and has few missions, but each time it is a major letter and can be conveyed quickly.

The pigeon keeper touched the pigeon's head and gave it some small rice, and the pigeon immediately flapped its wings and went on the road after eating.

"Go, and deliver the letter to the royal city."

Regardless of whether the little pigeon understands human speech or not, the lion man who keeps the pigeon touches its head lovingly, and the pigeon very spiritually bows its head and lets the lion man touch its head.