"I'm grass! This is a redcoat cannon? ”

The elves do not recognize it,

The foxes don't know it,

Even the goblins who made it don't know it,

But the Terrans know it,

Of all the races, one counts as one and there is no one who does not know it.

A group of people surrounded the red-clothed cannon and marveled.

This is the legendary redcoat cannon!

"Hahahaha, I'm not dreaming, am I? Is this really a redcoat cannon? ”

"It's awesome, it's big, is this the rhythm that wants to dominate the world?"

"I can't mess with it, I can't afford to mess with it, I can't afford to mess with it."

Brother Sledgehammer checked the attributes, it was really a red-clothed cannon, not a word bad. This attack power, this range, good guys, God!

Dongnan Zhi looked at Brother Sledgehammer and the players with a shocked expression. This is something that the Sixth Master has just developed, how would they know?

"General Sledgehammer, I was instructed to explain to you the use of this 'new' weapon."

Dongnanzhi deliberately bit the word 'new', just to let Brother Sledgehammer understand the hard work and difficulty of their scientific researchers.

However, Brother Sledgehammer completely ignored the southeast branch and couldn't stand it, so he directly led the team to control the red-coated cannon.

Dongnan Zhi looked disdainful, you really know how to use it, this weapon is very delicate, almost not at all, a thousand miles away.

Even if he doesn't dare to guarantee the accuracy of the shot, he can only try to control it within an appropriate range?

Brother Sledgehammer and a group of players move neatly and do it in one go.

“Fire in the hole.”

Brother Sledgehammer shouted, and ten cannons opened fire together.

There was a loud bang, and the sound of cannon shook the sky.

Dongnan Zhi's little face turned pale, they can really send it out, this must be an accident, they must be inaccurate, even if they are geniuses, it is impossible for them to master the newborn weapon at once.

"Boom ......"

Ten shells exploded at the same time, exactly in time.

Dongnan Zhi was stunned, is this group of people so fierce?

Looking at the battlefield again, the remaining nine shells all hit crowded places, causing heavy casualties. The elven army blew up all kinds of meat.

As for Brother Sledgehammer's shell, the shell actually flew across the battlefield and hit the command headquarters impartially, killing the entire command department.

Hehe, Dongnanzhi doesn't want to talk anymore, and his heart is congested.

"Yes, yes, it's worthy of a red-coated cannon, it's just powerful! All ready, the second shot is up! ”

Brother Sledgehammer swelled, and the southeast branch stopped talking......

The second shell is loaded, attack!

Another upside down. The elves were stunned. What is this, how can you hit so far, this attack power, still let people not live, can the cannon stones of the Terran trebuchet explode!

The elven clan's round dense bow and arrow array now not only has no advantage, but has become a living target.

One shot went down, and there were casualties.

The one that Brother Sledgehammer hits is called a high, and it's so cool that it bursts.

"Hit, keep fighting, give me shells."

Brother Sledgehammer reached back.

The Terran soldier looked embarrassed.

"General, the shells are gone."

Brother Sledgehammer's jaw fell to the ground.

"What's that?"

Dongnanzhi looked dissatisfied,

"General Sledgehammer, the resources we have mined have only produced 50 shells so far, and you have beaten me all in one go, do you want to give me an explanation."

Brother Sledgehammer, this Khan, good fellow, it turns out that shells are limited and expensive.

Also, if this is fought casually, wouldn't it be invincible in the world.

As for the explanation, explain your uncle.

"Cavalry, follow me on my horse and charge! Raid with the whole army! ”

Nirvana, take care of him left and right, change the topic, and run away.

Dongnanzhi looked at the sledgehammer brother who fled into the desert with a wry smile on his face. You're also the commander of a million people, and you were scared away by one of my servants, what is this called?

The elves have been blown up and crushed, and it is a good time to encircle and annihilate.

Brother Sledgehammer took the lead, and the fire gun in his hand kept changing, and he fired a shot to change the handle.

In reality, only a person can carry a few guns, but in the game, the player has storage space and can carry as many guns as he wants.

1 kilometer,

500 meters,

300 meters,

100 meters,

Fifty meters,

Thirty meters,

Ten meters,

Switch weapon to Warhammer,

"Kill!"

Brother Sledgehammer is a life if he goes down with a hammer.

The elven clan's 10,000-strong team was less than 3,000 people at this time, and in the face of the strong attack of Brother Sledgehammer and his subordinates, the whole army collapsed in an instant, and the army collapsed.

Another living force of the elves was wiped out by the Terrans.

In the capital of the elves, opposite the World Tree, Napoleon is ordering people to cultivate the high platform.

Napoleon of France was once the world's number one gun master! The Chinese Napoleon, too, will not be inferior.

The troll general followed Napoleon, nominally joining the army, but in fact following the military strategy.

It's hard for others to say, but being able to learn from Napoleon is something that many people dream of.

"Marshal, what are the chances of us fighting the elves?"

The troll general is wary of the elven bows and arrows.

"One hundred percent."

Napoleon was still like that, as if everything was irrelevant.

"Are you so confident that the war will be won?"

The troll general did not like money and power, but he liked the self-confidence, generosity, and calmness that Marshal Napoleon came from having power and money. If Marshal Napoleon betrayed independence, the troll general would definitely lead the team to follow.

God of War! In his heart, Napoleon was God.

"Brother Sledgehammer has taken another 10,000 elves.

Do you know Fuliangliang, whether we are human or you orcs, if we die, our children and grandchildren can continue to go to the battlefield.

And the elves, their fertility rate, hehe, they are one dead, one less. And we, the son begets grandchildren, and the grandchildren beget sons; Sons have sons, and sons have grandchildren; Children and grandchildren are endless, what will the elves fight with us! ”

In a word, the troll general Fuliang Liang Liang was speechless.

Thinking about it carefully, Lord Marshal, thinking so far-reaching, this thought is terrifying.

The high platform in front of the battle has been built, and Brother Sledgehammer has set up all ten artillery pieces on the high platform.

"Marshal Napoleon, a new batch of shells has been sent to the sixth master, please use them carefully.

The cost of this shell is extremely high, with the current production capacity and transportation costs, each of them will cost about 100 gold coins to reach the front line of the battlefield. ”

"Okay, I got it. Sledgehammer, ten red-coated cannons, every hour, hit me, where to hit, depending on your mood, whatever. ”

Dongnanzhi was speechless, you call cherishing, this is not as good as the sledgehammer general, people are fighting the enemy army. You're good, just play casually.

The troll general Fu Liang Liang was scared, he had only heard that the Terrans were rich before, but he had never thought that he was so rich.

One hour, one thousand gold coins! That's a lot of money! With this money to assemble an army, how many people can be equipped.

"Ready, shoot!"

With a loud bang, ten cannonballs fell inside the World Tree.

There are military bases, warehouses, open lots, and civilian houses.

The horror of the artillery made all the elves feel uneasy, and the range of the human weapons was too terrifying, and the elves couldn't think of any good countermeasures for a while.

Napoleon just shook his hands away, and it didn't matter where the shells hit or how much damage they caused.

The important thing is terror, the spiritual oppression of the elves.

Siege warfare, attack the heart first.

What Napoleon had to do was to keep the elves awake and keep them in constant fear, not knowing whose heads the shells would fall on the next moment.

The Empress of the Elven Clan was now on the city wall, looking at the Terran position opposite, feeling powerless.

In three days, she hadn't slept soundly. She didn't know when and where a shell would fall.

Zhengxiang, who slept in the middle of the night, didn't know who was knocking on my window.

Maybe it's the guards, maybe it's the ministers, maybe it's the cannonballs of the Terrans.

Terrans, such a terrible race. I don't want to be an enemy of the Terrans anymore.