Years of experience in the underground came into play, and Marduk was running wildly while also counting the rhythm of the lizard's breathing behind him, one, two, three, he leaned over, and the bite from behind failed, but he and the lizard were closer!

When his life was hanging by a thread, a huge voice resounded in the sky: "Close your eyes! everyone!"

This was arranged a long time ago, and everyone, when they heard the command from the control tower, had to close their eyes.

Duck slapped the red button on the improvised command platform.

Faint, invisible magical fluctuations spread out in all directions.

Marduk's whole body trembled with fear, but he remembered the command, and did not hesitate to slow down again and close his eyes hard.

As soon as the eyes were closed, a huge white light lit up.

The broken bottles and cans contained not only the urine of the jumping lizards synthesized by the Psychic Tower, but also a simple ignition device. They are small tripods that hold up red and white projectiles the size of walnuts.

These red-and-white projectiles are the flashbangs that Duck had mastered with George and enchanted with the help of his sister Riley when he was a fledgling in Port Snell.

Although the mass production model made by the Psychic Tower is not as high as the quality of George Seiko's meticulous work, it is better in terms of quantity and materials. He made fifty or sixty pieces in one go.

Fifty or sixty flashbangs exploded all over the camp at the same time, what was the scene?

Through the eyelids, you can feel huge red spots one after another, as if countless suns are lit up around you at the same time.

All the warriors were required to cover their mouths and noses with a damp double black cloth to prevent the smell of the lizard's urine from smoking, and to protect the skin of the face from being burned, but the uncovered skin around the eyes was instantly burned, bursting, red and swollen.

All the hoppers, without exception, became blind.

The sudden flash of bright light instantly expelled all shadows.

The eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, were suddenly irradiated by bright light, and the retina and optic nerve suffered severe damage. The sense of smell has not fully recovered from the chaos, and the vision has been hit hard, and the lizards are like headless flies, wandering aimlessly.

The second team seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and ran wildly, flashing through the gaps in the lizards and narrowly rushing into the last line of defense.

Marduk was at the end, and he swooped and rolled into a line full of knives and guns.

Just as he was being helped up, Gudamah shouted, "Drop the bomb!"

More than a dozen young and strong warriors ran at the same time, throwing oval-shaped projectiles in their hands in unison in front of the trench of the defensive line.

The projectiles arced in the night sky, these warriors were obviously not systematically trained in stone throwing, the distance was near and far, and some of the projectiles were smashing on the head of the jumping lizard, and the small iron bump smashed the dizzy jumping lizard to a stumbling one.

Some jumping lizards are more flexible, and when they hear a heavy object coming through the air, they bite in the air!

Marduk exclaimed, "Just a smash?"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a puff and a puff, and the little iron bumps cracked one after another, and a yellow-white smoke came out with a sneer, and the smoke was thick and thick, not drifting upwards, but flowing down like water!

In the blink of an eye, the wooden walls of the camp were full of yellow-white smoke!

Only a small part of the howling night wind swept away, and most of the smoke remained in the camp. From the outside, the camp looks like it's being held in a yellow-white hood!

Fortunately, everyone covered their mouths and noses with damp cloths early, otherwise this round of smoke would have smoked a large area.

The jumping lizards were not prepared for this, their sight had not yet been restored, their sense of smell was completely depleted, and they were running around the camp, and whoever came out of the smoke was unceremoniously shot into a hedgehog with a round of crossbow arrows.

Some tried to escape by jumping out of the wooden wall, but they were so dizzy from the smoke that they couldn't find their way, and several efforts were in vain, but instead consumed a lot of oxygen and fell to the ground.

Gudamah asked Dark, "What do you do with these little balls of iron that smoke?"

Darker observed the battle situation intently, and replied casually: "White phosphorus." ”

"Where did you find so much white phosphorus, and how did you assemble it at noon and in the afternoon?"

"Technology - there's one last step left, as planned, clean up all these crawlers. ”

"No problem!" Gudama was now almost deferential to the alchemist, and immediately ordered: "Mage, Wind Roar, blow the smoke facing the central axis of the camp to both sides, slow down, clear the way for the jumping lizards, and the baggage team, it's your turn, push out the guy that Mr. Hassan has hidden under the tarpaulin outside my tent!"

The caravan's mage began to cast a spell, and the breeze rolled up, and the wind slowly increased, blowing the yellow-white smoke to both sides little by little, and the smoke in the central axis of the camp was quickly blown away, clearing a smoke-free passage.

The jumping lizards, struggling in the smoke, saw the light of day, and crawled desperately towards the smoke-free area, and they could only crawl on all fours when they lost their combat effectiveness, and many unlucky ones had been smoked unconscious, and there were less than forty left.

In a few moments, the smokeless passage was filled with creeping lizards.

At this time, there was a burst of exclamation in the camp, and Duck finally showed up with the decisive weapon made by the Psychic Tower.

This huge creature is ten meters long, and it took eight strong guys just to push it.

Gudamai looked stupid.

The rough barrel, the intricate magic guide pattern, the surging mana fluctuations - Holy Lord, this, this, this is the magic cannon!

Gudamah will never forget it.

Two years ago, he, like the other Arabic warriors, had been kept out of the fortified walls of the holy city of Jelusalem by the pagans of Doland, and had nothing to do as he watched groups of pious warriors die under the city.

The walls of Jerusalem were too thick, with two layers inside and out, each eight meters thick. The defenders fell victim to the Dorlanders' tricks of diverting the tiger from the mountain and avoiding the truth, and were taken down by their fast elite troops.

The infidels turned all kinds of light and heavy stone artillery, heavy crossbows, and longbows, and threw them down like crazy! And the warriors of the Holy Lord can only use blood and life to consume the enemy's physical strength—the holy city is the place where the sage Mahmad died, the tomb of the sage, and must not fall into the hands of the infidels!

The troops attacking Dolander all turned around and laid siege to Jerusalem, with 60,000 troops under the fortified city, and the 4,000 enemy soldiers in the city were helpless.

Ten days later, just as he was being programmed into the next wave of attacks, his comrades from the baggage team and the engineering team finally caught up and brought in two magic cannons, the siege weapons that the Ara people were most proud of, and which were said to have been improved from the technology of the ancient Roman era.

One cannon, only one cannon, a total of sixteen meters thick double-layered city wall, like paper paste, was ploughed through by a cannon to open a five-meter-wide, kilometer-long death passage!

The hairs on Gudamai's whole body stood up, this Hassan, could it be that some angel under the Holy Lord had descended?

Dark red attack trails lock the smoke-cleared area.

With a smile, Duck handed a torch to Gudama: "The torch is coated with white phosphorus, shake it, and it's on fire." The order to open fire, or you come. ”

Gudamai trembled with excitement and ordered the magic cannon to fire, which was the power of the legion commander!

He did not hesitate, with a slight flick of his wrist, the torch spontaneously ignited without wind.

With a snort, the torch was raised above his head, and Gudamai used all his strength, swung it fiercely, and shouted: "Fire!"