As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, this sentence is not false at all, the demon army appeared when it was bright, and by the time they advanced to the outpost, the sky was already bright. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Without the shroud of night, the black legion of Hell was completely displayed in front of the outpost defenders.

Most of them are hell imps in black armor and carrying black knives, although these guys are not very powerful, but they are very numerous; The rest are some demon mages who are dancing with black ** methods, these people are also human beings, but they don't go the right way to study demon spells, and finally end up in such a situation where they are not human and ghostly.

It wasn't the numerous, low-presence creatures that bothered Muryuli the most, she and almost all of the defenders were in the same place—the two siege golems in the legion.

Although they were all subordinate to elemental demons like the previous fierce casters, they had no intelligence and moved extremely slowly, but their height of seven or eight meters was definitely a destroyer-like existence for the low walls of the outpost, and a powerful attack could definitely collapse the defense line on the city wall in an instant.

Muryuli had wondered why the demons were moving so slowly, and the terrible truth made her and the defenders cry.

The Mobiu family's defensive front is very large, not only is there a garrison of the Protector Alliance, but there are also many powerful magicians guarding there, although these siege puppets are terrifying, but they will definitely not be able to withstand the saturated fierce attacks of the defenders, and they will be broken into pieces if they can't even touch the edge of the defensive front.

But for the Twin Peaks outpost, these things are simply invincible.

They may be heinous condemned prisoners, but they are still trembling in the face of this terrible war machine, they have no magicians, no catapults, no steel barricades, only flesh and blood and a desire to survive.

For those who deserve death, death may be the best destination for their atonement journey, but a large part of these people, like Moyuli, are mere victims of power, not only innocent, but also heroic deeds, but no one knows about them except those involved.

The two siege golems marched slowly one after the other, with heavy steps enough to crush the earth, surrounded by imps around them, and these cunning creatures of hell knew very well that as long as they could get the siege golems to the edge of the outpost, victory would already be theirs.

Obisabi was very happy today.

Although he is the leader of a black-armored imp army, he still can't improve his status at the bottom, there is no way, this kind of thing can be said to be flooded in hell, even if they form an army, it still can't change the fact that their combat effectiveness is low.

But today, that's all about to change!

After dedicating all his possessions to the lord, Osabi finally borrowed two siege golems from him, and when he saw these two terrible monsters standing in his army waiting to be dispatched, Obisabi was almost fainting with happiness.

His legion was not qualified to rush out of the Yuemen Gorge to engage the enemy, and naturally he would not have a chance to prove himself.

He didn't think about the Twin Peaks on the other side at all, because it was to send him to death, but now that he has two siege puppets, the situation is different!

It's different!

Important things to repeat again.

So, in the evening of the same day, Sabi immediately ordered his "army" to march towards the mouth of the twin peaks.

The defenders of the outpost looked in horror at the two giant siege golems, and the atmosphere of despair spread through the crowd, and they looked with suspicion at the sword in their hand, at the partner they had once trusted.

"This ...... What to do? ”

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even Mo Youli, as the leader, panicked, after all, the size of the siege puppet is too oppressive for ordinary humans, but I don't know why, Wen Wen always feels that the picture in front of him is inexplicably happy.

If I had to use a metaphor to describe Gentleness, it was the feeling of two suddenly popping out of a group of Alto and becoming Optimus Prime.

Looking at the defenders around him, fear mixed with despair, like a layer of indispersible gloom over everyone's heads, sighed gently, and when he turned around, he saw Uncle Bill trotting up to the top of the eighth wall.

Done?

If the weapon of his own imagination is completed, then these two stupid big ones, who are not much faster than the turtle crawl, are really excellent test targets!

As soon as the panting Uncle Bill climbed up the wall, he couldn't help but be stunned, but after he was stunned, he was not consumed by fear and despair like the other soldiers, but showed a happy smirk.

During the production process, Uncle Bill already knew what the new sentry was doing, and he had absolute confidence in his craft, so he naturally showed the same expression as Gentle when he saw the huge siege golem.

Where to find such a good target!

"Sentry Chief! Sentry Chief! Uncle Bill whistled excitedly and waved his hand vigorously to Gentle, "We're done, we're done!" ”

"Excellent!"

The other defenders on the wall all looked left at the new sentry commander and at Uncle Bill to the right, they had not yet recovered from their despair, and they had no idea what the two of them were happy about.

Turning around gently, he breathed a deep breath, and after taking a deep breath, he used all his strength to shout a line that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Second Battalion Commander, where the fuck are your Italian artillery? Pull it up for Lao Tzu! ”

With a "clang" grinding sound, the "Italian cannon" in the gentle mouth also slowly appeared on the eighth city wall behind everyone.

The Italian cannon, which was pulled by four Keene workers and one Keane worker, plus Uncle Bill's slogan, appeared in front of everyone, and Mo Yuli stared at the bulky-looking cylinder on the city wall behind her, and she racked her brains, but she really couldn't figure out what the use of this thing was.

Gently trotted back to the top of the eighth wall, he stood beside the Italian cannon, and gently stroked the swarthy cannon in front of him with his hand, as if he were treating a lover, while Uncle Bill and Keane workers on the side were startled by Gentle's gentle movements.

If the new Sentinel knew how we got this thing here, he wouldn't have strangled us......

"Uncle, how many shells do we have?"

"Time is too tight, there are only three rounds at the moment, but the fourth is about to be completed, and gunpowder is being poured into it." Uncle Bill spread his hands, "The rest of the mold is not even cast, and I can't count on it." ”

"Four rounds ......" he muttered gently, looking at the black troops surging on the plain in front of the outpost and the two hill-like siege puppets, "Four rounds are enough, let's adjust the ruler and direction first, and the target is the big rock at the front of the crowd!" ”

"Loaded!"

With a screeching sliding sound, the muzzle of the black hole was slowly turned to the siege puppet closest to the city wall, and under the busyness of everyone, a golden copper cannonball was pushed into the barrel, and as the cartridge was in place, the heavy running bolt of the "Italian cannon" was suddenly raised, and Wen Wen carefully adjusted the height of the gauge on the side, and after feeling that it was almost the same, he waved his hand at the Keene workers who had been waiting around him for a long time.

Now, as soon as the firing mechanism is touched, a fifteen-centimeter-diameter bullet will smash into the heads of the demon army!

With a silver smile on his face, he looked at the demon army that was "wriggling" outside the city wall, and his expression was as cheap as he was.

"Today, let you uneducated guys see the power of knowledge!"