"Dead, they're all dead!"

The lion soldiers on the scene were stunned and too frightened to move forward.

The extra-thick steel shield that Wang ** is proud of is like paper paste, which has turned into a sieve and is fragile.

The shieldmen retreated slightly, looking at the High Priest's place with confused eyes, seeking the Temple's forgiveness and understanding their fear.

Stand-in No. 4 assumed the role of High Priest, standing at the edge of the forest, flanked by shieldmen who closely supported him.

Through the gap between the shields, he saw a large number of shields being destroyed like kites.

It's terrible, how can there be such a terrible weapon of war in this world.

The fourth stand-in began to think crankily, he wanted to surrender, he didn't want to fight Tomorrow City, but how could he surrender to the enemy, it was dangerous to stay for more than a second now.

The enemy has a total of eighteen cannons, fourteen of which hit the perimeter, and the other four are supposed to be ultra-long-range firing cannons, that is, the kilometer-range cannons discussed last night.

If you put an explosive shell into that super cannon, there must be no possibility of survival in the place where he is.

It was in the thought of something that a certain rifled cannon on the city wall was moving its muzzle slightly, aiming at the location of the number four stand-in.

The fourth stand-in represents the high priest of the kingdom, the symbol of the spokesperson of the temple, and with him, the morale of the orcs will not collapse.

A thousand shield soldiers were wiped out in an instant, and the morale of the orcs fell by half, but it had not yet sunk to the bottom.

The purpose of Tomorrow City is to destroy the confidence of the enemy, and the next target is none other than the High Priest.

The fourth stand-in saw that the muzzle of the cannon was facing him, and the artilleryman pulled the leash, and his heart was full of death warning intuition, his heart beat faster, and his mouth was dry.

"Oops, they're going to shoot me!"

The stand-in knew that these shields were not reliable at all, they could protect against bullets, but they could not protect against shelling.

If the enemy loads an explosive shell, he will definitely be blown into the sky.

"Cover me!"

The high priest tore open his heavy robes, and immediately jumped backwards, running backwards with the strength of milk.

The shield soldiers also sensed that life and death were approaching, and collectively retreated backwards.

It's a pity that they can't run so fast with heavy shields in hand, and they have to cover the priest's retreat, so they can't run now.

It was also at this time that the sense of death crisis in my heart rose to the maximum, and my heart jerked.

The fire flickered at the head of the city, and a rotating howitzer instantly burrowed into the shield pile, breaking through all obstacles and smashing into the pile of people.

Although the No. 4 stand-in ran fast, one second was really too short, the grenade smashed into the ground, the explosives exploded, and the terrifying energy exploded, releasing high-temperature and high-pressure gases.

The plate armor cracked, the orcs were scorched, and the running priest was hit in the back by one of the thrown plate armor soldiers, and fell to the ground.

Bang!

The rising fireball expands rapidly, compressing the air and throwing everything around it.

The leonin soldiers guarding the High Priest were all struck a second time, wounded by the projectile and crushed by the surging shockwave.

Thankfully, they were wearing plate armor, and half of them were spared death.

"Is the High Priest dead?"

"I don't know!"

The orcs who were not affected by the grenade all looked back at the area where the incident had occurred, and their little hearts hung in the air, very afraid that the priest was dead.

Looking at the explosion site over there, thick flames rose into the air, forming the shape of mushrooms, and the heat hit the face, feeling the slightest heat.

The priest should not have run out, the grenade exploded in a large area, and even if it was not hit, it would be crushed at the edge.

When the orcs were disappointed, another stand-in came out of the woods, also wearing a golden robe, with an old face and a curved eyebrow, who was the high priest of the kingdom.

"It's the Priest!"

"He's alive again, miracle!"

The orcs exclaimed happily and breathed a sigh of relief.

The knowledge of the orcs at the bottom is weak, they don't know about stand-ins, they only know that the high priest of the temple has several lives, is the child of destiny, is the holy envoy of God's favor, and will not die easily.

If someone sees the priest being assassinated, the priest will be resurrected in another place and will be at the forefront again, continuing to lead the orcs in battle.

To be convinced to this point is related to the words of the high priest, and if it is placed in modern times, it must be an excellent pyramid scheme leader.

In addition, the mysterious recipe of the Kingdom Priests is related to transfiguration, which also makes it easier for the priests to find multiple stand-ins to block his guns.

High Priest Stand-in Number Three looked around and waved his hand, and the new shield soldiers crowded in front to block the rifled gun's firing angle, ensuring their own safety first.

By the way, the dead No. 4 was good at imitating sounds, while he was good at negotiating, and he was usually only used when negotiating with important people from other countries, which is why the high priest went to No. 4 first and did not use No. 3.

Now that Number Four has been killed by a grenade, it is natural for him to step up and take over the work of the stand-in.

However, he didn't have long to preside, as the muzzle of the second rifled cannon shifted slightly, locking onto a group of lions with a bunch of shields.

"Not good!" A strong sense of crisis flashed through the heart of the fake high priest.

He didn't expect the enemy's counterattack to come so quickly, and without saying a word, he opened the second cannon, and the grenade quickly rotated along the rifling, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters, and instantly hit his shield array.

Bang!

Another mushroom shot into the air, flames rose, shockwaves swept across the ground, shields flew wildly, and corpses flew into the air and slammed into a mess.

When the orcs saw the priest die again, their hearts were cold.

Following the death of stand-in three, Lionheart's two, three, and four doubles all died.

"What to do, retreat?"

In the woods, secret meeting points.

The High Priest's henchman took a piece of yellow skin from his sleeve, put it on his face, and rubbed a jar of yellow mucus on his hands and wiped it on the edge of his face.

His face made a sizzling sound, and ten seconds later he was transformed into a High Priest of the Kingdom.

He was the last stand-in, and the High Priest spent a lot of effort training the four stand-ins, and if he died, only the real body remained.

The high priest knew that things could not be delayed, and either stormed or temporarily retreated.

"Withdraw first, the morale of the soldiers is low, and they can't rush anymore!"

The high priest in the tent kept a calm face and gave the order to retreat.

After a while, all the soldiers of the forest received an order to retreat.

The morale of the soldiers on the battlefield has long been emptied, and when they heard the retreat order, they hurriedly retreated in an orderly manner, and dragged away a few pieces of equipment if they could.

The orcs on the city wall did not pursue, and watched the soldiers of the Lionheart Kingdom recede, and when the other party's figure entered the forest, the orcs on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief and broke out into a burst of cheers.

"Win, we win!"

"Even the slaves were abandoned, haha, they were scared away!"

"Kill two high-ranking generals in a row, they can't panic, haha." The orcs cheered on the wall and wept with joy.

Everyone was on the hook in this battle, their army was small in number, and the stock of bullets was not very sufficient, and the musketeers did not dare to waste bullets on distant targets.

The rifled artillerymen waited until Allen's correction order before firing at important generals, not daring to waste shells, and all members were frugal.

Under the city walls.

When the emaciated slaves saw the ebb of the lion soldiers, they were at a loss for what to do, not knowing what their future would hold.

Do you want to run away to the left and right?

But the devil's lion soldiers were still in the woods, and wherever they went, they would be recaptured by the lion soldiers as meat shields.

The weak slaves looked up at the devil's walls, hoping that the enemy would spare them.

But they didn't have much hope in their hearts, after all, this was a terrifying city that wiped out thousands of shield soldiers in the blink of an eye.