At the end of the military meeting, the commander of the 6th Regiment was left behind to tell a group of old lion men about what was happening in the forest.

"Hume, tell me what happened to your Sixth Regiment at that time, and why it ......"

The old lion man paused, and at the mention of the thunderstorm-like roar, he also had thoughts of fear.

Hume sat up straight, as the commander of the Sixth Regiment of the Wang Army, he was forty years old and very determined, and immediately sorted out the thoughts in his head, and recounted the thrilling death explosion process from beginning to end.

"At that time, I saw the surveillance of the animals in the forest and realized that the other party was not afraid of sneak attacks, so I immediately decided to fight quickly and ordered all the soldiers to take off their armor and march quickly."

"We were very fast, and in less than three minutes we were warned by the enemy's muskets, and dozens of brothers died. Then we used the woods as cover, learned the snake's steps, and dodged two rounds of shooting. ”

"The enemy changed tactics and started throwing something that could explode, causing us a lot of trouble......"

Hume said this, and several old people nodded silently, empathetic.

Those wood-handled explosives are small and powerful, and they don't make sense to explode, and they can blow up heavily armored lion soldiers.

"We already have a solution to this." Veblen nodded, and when he saw the regimental commander Hume stunned, he explained to him further:

"That's how the shield soldier paid for his life back, the enemy's wooden-handled explosives seem to have five seconds to prepare, if they don't explode on the ground, they can be quickly picked up and thrown back, if they explode halfway, it's best to cover the shield above their heads and use a steel shield to withstand the explosion."

Hume nodded, he could feel the cost of his life, and continued to recount his explosion.

"We relied on our superiority in numbers to rush all the way, and the enemy was frightened, and kept retreating, not even our shields, and piled them all up in the clearing of the forest."

Hume couldn't help but close his eyes with a pained expression as he said this.

"Wait, since they don't want a shield, won't you pick up the shield to defend against that huge explosion?" Veblen frowned, the process of picking up the shield seemed too smooth, but he didn't ask.

The regimental commander covered his forehead, and the memory made him more and more painful, "The problem is here, we all want to pick up shields, I asked most of the people to guard the perimeter, and four hundred people went to pick up shields." ”

"Because I needed to conserve my strength, I didn't pick up a heavy shield, and stood on the outermost part to observe the footprints on the ground to determine whether they were really escaping or fake."

When the old lion man heard this, he nodded subconsciously, and secretly sighed that he was worthy of being an old head of intelligence and experienced experience.

First look at the depth of the enemy's footprints to determine whether the opponent is faking to escape, Hume is very cautious.

"As a result, the other party's footprints are very neat, and the depth is like a mold printed, indicating that the other party's mentality is good and the retreat is neat and orderly."

"They pretended to be very flustered before, some orcs were forced to throw shields in front of us, if they were really so flustered, they shouldn't have all their steps so neat, I think there was fraud here."

Speaking of which, they all understood that the trap was most likely those shields.

"I realized that there was a scam here, but I didn't know where the enemy's confidence was, they threw four hundred shields there, and almost all the people who picked up the shields surrounded them."

Hume bowed his head, reminiscing over painful memories.

At that time, he was standing on the outermost side, and a second before the crisis broke out, a strong sense of life and death hit his brain, and he immediately ordered to escape, running lifelessly, and fleeing in the opposite direction.

Then he heard a gunshot, and looked back to see a fire erupt from the center of the shield pile, from which a terrifying high-temperature fireball was born, dazzling as the sun.

In the light, the shield melted.

The furious noise filled the entire forest at once, rumbling and squeezing all living things, and the brain was torn apart, and it was very uncomfortable.

The unmelted extra-thick steel shields were all shattered and blown away by the heat waves, and all the fragments turned into demonic blades, easily piercing the lion soldiers present.

He was lucky not to be hit by the splinters, but was knocked down by the shock wave set off by the explosion, and his body suffered minor internal injuries.

Fortunately, he didn't call all the people to pick up the shields, he knew that the friendly side had lost 400 shields, and only called 400 people to pick up the shields, and the others were on guard on the perimeter.

His prudence kept the spark of war alive for Lionheart, and the veterans breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Hume's own account.

"Captain Hume, you have worked hard, you have done anything that the head of the regiment can do, don't blame yourself too much, when the high priest comes to supervise the battle, I will ask for credit for you."

Veblen looked sadly at the map on the table, the camp was more than four thousand meters away from Tomorrow City, it seemed close, but there was a sense of immediacy on the road to death.

Tomorrow City is simply a city of demons, and they have the power of demons that are difficult to defeat.

Push it through with the number of people? That's all the way it can be, and the old lion can't think of a better way to deal with it.

"Cannons, I must rely on cast bronze cannons to blast through their walls, and then put pressure on them with an army of 30,000 people, and all the Templars will find an opportunity to kill everyone on their walls." Veblen said hatefully.

They also had their hole cards, the Templars.

This time, the kingdom brought more than 4,000 Templars, and with their powerful charge, they would surely be able to kill the people of Tomorrow City on their backs.

"But before attacking, check to see if their walls are all ten meters high, and if there are low walls, the Templars can jump over them with all their might."

……

Alan was lying on the high ground, and since the enemy had been cowering in a tent and not coming out, he looked away a little to watch the explosion.

When the explosion occurred, he was watching the whole process of the hot fireball rising into the air.

It was a dazzling ball of flame, beautiful and immaculate, with an extremely dazzling white light in the center, highly saturated yellows and reds, and then the forest burned and black smoke rose.

An explosion in the forest will definitely cause a fire, and the cat-eared orcs know that there is a fire, so they have made a fire barrier in advance to stop the fire from spreading.

After the Mars falls outside the isolation zone, there will be small animals to monitor the whole process, and once a new fire is discovered, the smoothbore gunners who will arrive behind will take care of the aftermath.

But these are not the point, the point is the change in the enemy camp after the explosion.

The group of old leon tortoises were finally willing to leave the camp, and Alan stared at them for a long time, wanting to give them a shot.

But the opponent's shield array was very tightly defended, and after aiming for a while without a chance, he reluctantly gave up the old turtle and instead aimed at the group of unarmored running lionmen.

The running lion soldiers were taken away by him with one shot, but unfortunately the distance was too far away, and it was not clear who the chief officer was, so he could only pick out those lion men who were suspected of commanding actions.

After the shooting, Allen also used a lot of bullets, at least thirty-five rounds.

As he continued to observe, he saw another enemy battalion in the distance, but they did not come closer, but stood far away from the heights and waved their flags.

Alan wanted to aim at those standard-bearers, but the skill told him that the distance was about 1,200 meters, and this long distance was limited by the quality of the rifled gun itself, and the hit rate was quite low.

The enemy standard-bearers exchanged for a while, led the team up another hill and did not run into the base camp.

Allen's eyes took off the quadruple mirror and muttered, "Are they going to build a new camp?" ”