The wooden-handled grenade is one of the gunpowder weapons invented by Tomorrow City, and Alan did not display it at the last glass auction, causing the royal army to be unaware of the grenade's existence.

When the grenades landed behind the shieldmen, they stared suspiciously at the wooden-handled grenades, wondering what the hell was going on in Tomorrow City.

"Why is there a sizzling sound, do you hear it?" The lions had a look of confusion on their faces, but their helmets blocked their expressions, and no one noticed the danger.

"I heard that, too."

"It seems to be the sound of these wooden handles."

The lion soldiers were all orcs with sensitive ears, and they all heard the sizzling fuse burning.

They poked the wooden-handled grenades with their long knives, just as the first grenade fuses had finished burning, and as soon as the tip of the knife touched the head of the cast-iron cylinder, a light burst violently before their eyes.

When the lion soldiers saw this scene, their whole bodies exploded, and the feeling of danger went straight to their hearts.

"Not good!"

Before he could finish speaking, the grenade released the pent-up energy, and the shockwave swept outward, and the shield soldier's body was thrown upward, his eardrums cracked, his brain rumbled, and a phantom appeared in his eyes.

The soldiers with the shield didn't know what was happening, they were still holding the shield, and suddenly there was a huge force from their backs, and their bodies hit the steel shield directly, and their noses hit their helmets, and the whole person was stunned.

Boom, boom, boom.

A feast of explosions rang out at the edge of the forest, and the loess dust was blown into the sky by the explosion, and the verdant grass turned into charred soil.

The lion soldiers who were originally in a tight and seamless formation were scattered, most of them lying on the ground covering their stomachs and rolling, screaming, and a small number of orcs simply stopped moving and lost their vitality.

There were also some lionmen who struggled to get up slowly, as if they could still fight, but their legs were shaking.

Facing the Cat Clan assassins who are also awakened, they will definitely be defeated for the rest of their lives.

"Captain, shooting?"

In the woods, the whispers of the cat orcs were heard.

They hesitated, trying to save bullets, after all, the lionmen in front of them had lost their combat ability after being plowed by grenades.

"Melee combat, give them a thrill with a sword!" Ivan's voice reached the ears of the soldiers, making the orcs determined to save bullets.

The production of mini bullets is not high, so it is right to save a little.

In the past week, a large number of laborers have been transferred into the military factories to increase their efforts to produce mini ammunition, and now the number of mini ammunition they can use in their hands has reached 170 rounds per capita.

Previously, it was 100 rounds per capita, but the new 70 rounds mean that the military factory produced about 17,500 mini rounds in a week.

The more guns there are, the more bullets they need, and the orcs know the preciousness of ammunition, so they are reluctant to shoot indiscriminately.

At the moment, it seems that the lion soldier who was blown up in the face by a wooden-handled grenade is no longer combative, and it is better to deal with it with a sword.

After receiving the order, the cat orcs jumped and ran quickly, and the remaining half of the spearmen continued to aim their guns at the enemy camp, ready to snipe at the enemy at any time.

……

Camp Lionheart.

They also heard a series of explosions in the distance, and the sentry guards were too scared to look.

However, half an hour earlier, the lion soldiers below had risked their lives to put a heavy shield up to the watchtower, and he had to continue to observe the heavy duty.

Put the extra thick steel shield on your head, half-get up, stand the shield in front of you, and look in the direction of the foot of the mountain.

The sentry found that the lion soldiers at the edge of the forest were lying on the ground, heavy shields, armor and other things had fallen to the ground, and there were black scorch marks on the ground, and some of the lion soldiers simply rolled on the spot, looking very painful.

"Stiesson, what's going on, you're talking!"

Another heavy shield soldier under the watchtower raised a heavy shield, and the whole person shrank behind the shield and shouted, looking quite cowardly.

"The situation is not good, our patrol seems to have been defeated, oh no, the cat people have appeared, they have swords in their hands, they are unarmouring with swords, and they are hacking our soldiers to death!"

The sentry tower soldiers held their shields against their shields and shouted loudly, for fear that the people below would not be able to hear clearly.

Both of them were very cowardly, holding their shields in front of them, not giving Alan any chance to shoot them.

"What, how could they be defeated, aren't they veterans who have been practicing for twenty or thirty years, how can they lose in close combat!" The lion soldiers under the tower responded in disbelief and roared.

He didn't dare to pass the news on to his superior orcs, for fear of being overly angry by his superiors and slashing him to vent his anger.

"It's true, I don't believe you, come up and take a look!" The sentry screamed loudly, he couldn't believe it, but it was what it was.

The heavy shield soldier cursed and told him to climb the watchtower? Forget it.

Someone had been shot in the chest on the watchtower, and he didn't want to accidentally take a crooked shield while climbing the ladder and be killed by a mysterious gunman.

"I don't believe your words, but I will relay it to the chief as it is, you are responsible for what you say, I am only the one responsible for the message!" The Heavy Shield Soldier dropped a cruel word and prepared to go back to pass the word.

The Sentinel Soldier was frightened, and after a few more serious looks, he found that the Cat-Folk in the surrounding forest had slit the throats of the blown up lion soldiers one by one.

In this battle, 400 extra-thick steel shields were directly captured, and the eyes of the sentry tower soldiers were almost split, and it was difficult to breathe.

This is simply the worst of the bad news!

……

Camp Lionheart, temporary meeting place.

"What! Four hundred steel shields captured! ”

"What are you all eating, has the steel shield been pierced?"

"Report to your lordship, the steel shield was not penetrated, but their death scene left traces similar to the explosion of black powder."

"The enemy seems to have a wooden weapon that can be projectile, and when it explodes, it can blow up a small area of lion soldiers, and our shield soldiers are just because they don't know about this weapon, and they watch those logs fall next to them, and then they all blow up, and no one is spared."

The lion man general wore a white cloak of golden lions and lowered his head, summarizing the reports of the three sentry towers.

In his report, two sentry soldiers heard the explosion before getting up to investigate, and one sentry observed the battle below when the shots rang out, and happened to witness the grenade projectile exploding on the ground.

After hearing this, Veblen Old Lion straightened his beard and said in a deep voice:

"Call the blacksmith and witnesses, and one more point, deal with those two timid and scared fellows according to military law, and replace them with two new people."

"Yes!"

Two minutes later, the witness came to the safe area and recounted his sighting.

"That thing seems to be something like a wooden handle, I don't know what is wrapped in it, it seems to be black stuff, it took a second or two after they hit the ground before exploding......"

The sentry tried to describe the appearance of the wooden-handled grenade, but he was more than three hundred meters away from the foot of the mountain, and he could not see it very clearly, and could only barely see that it seemed to be wood, with a hint of black.

The old general's face darkened the more he listened, and before the official war began, they were already defeated, which made him explain to the king and the high priest.

Could it be that the only way left for the Lionheart Nation to survive is to forcibly push it through with 30,000 lives?