The autumn wind was bleak, and the dead branches swept past the ground, sweeping wisps of hoarfrost on the frozen hard soil. The rebel soldiers on duty were carrying spears and white mist coming out of their mouths, walking around the entrance of the barracks.

Probably since the rumors of the Chosen One appeared last month, there have been more people in the barracks wearing dark red robes.

They hold scythe-shaped wooden plaques in their hands, like crosses in the hands of priests, except that the doctrines they propagate have nothing to do with the faith of God the Father, but are pure sin.

“…… I saw in my prophecy the burning mountain, Julian and his servants fleeing as birds and beasts, the world about to be destroyed for eternity, and chaos as the only way to return. The disrespectful will be enslaved, the rebels will be slaughtered, and when the new era begins, the Lord of Chaos will share with your servants the slaves and wealth he has plundered from sinners. ”

Standing on the pulpit, the apostle, dressed in dark red robes, preached the doctrine of chaos aloud in an impassioned voice.

Such a blasphemous act, put in any kingdom on the continent of Aditya, will be sentenced to death without hesitation. Only within the area occupied by Prince William can these chaotic believers blatantly propagate these evil teachings without fear of being sanctioned by the Church.

From the moment the excommunication of William was announced in the holy city of Romania, the entire church in the eastern part of the kingdom of Rick was smashed by William's minions, and almost all the priests and nuns were not spared, either sent to serve as ogre rations or incorporated into the barracks to serve as soldiers. Prostitute.

There was a circle of people around the podium, many of whom had fanaticism written in their eyes, some with obvious struggle in their eyes, and some of whom dared to speak out despite their anger. Because the apologetic assassins standing next to the pulpit were staring at them with a cold gaze.

For these blasphemers, it is not without devout believers who have stood up and resisted, but without exception they were hanged at the door of the barracks, and let the crows peck. Not only that, but after their deaths, their wives and daughters were reduced to slavery and put into the barracks for the Chaos cultists to enjoy.

For those sergeants and generals who are themselves disgraced, the doctrine of Chaos is undoubtedly quite influential. Compared with the precepts of Father Julian, what Chaos advocates is more comfortable with the most primitive desires in human nature. Hope.

Prince William grasped this point, united a part, suppressed a part, and quickly stabilized the morale of the army shaken by the advent of the Chosen One. Especially after he slashed Cilita with a sword, the morale of the rebels was pushed from the trough to the peak.

Although the price is not small, he wears a blindfold for this.

But this is only temporary.

Looking at the scarlet eyeball in the mirror, William seemed to be looking at a work of art, and he couldn't put it down.

This is the prosthetic eye given to him by the Lord of Chaos, which not only sees farther and clearer than the original eye, but also contains a powerful chaotic energy in this eyeball, which allows him to see many things that ordinary people can't see.

"This is a reward from the Lord of Chaos," said the crimson-robed Apostle in a hoarse voice, "as long as you gather more power of faith for our lord, not even a single eyeball, not even a dragon." ”

"Then I'm really looking forward to it," retracting the red glow in his pupils, William smiled gloomily and turned around, "I don't know if there are enough believers in a kingdom?" ”

"I hope you don't underestimate the enemy." The red-robed apostle said in a hoarse voice, "Lord Lucius asked me to tell you, the enemy you face is very cunning, and it is best to have more alchemists in the army. ”

"I don't need you to say it, I know it." William's expression was disapproving.

He admits that the fire-breathing iron rods were very difficult to deal with, and even he was taken aback by the power of the musket volley. However, he soon discovered the limitations of this weapon, which was that it could not go over obstacles like a bow and arrow, and only worked on flat terrain.

As long as he steadily builds a defensive line with the terrain, and with the help of the ogre tribe on his side, if he can't stop those reinforcements, he might as well find a place to crash and die.

"I'm just a kind reminder, I hope you'll pay attention."

The red apostle saluted slightly, said goodbye to William, and was about to turn around and leave the barracks.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of fierce alarm bells outside, and the footsteps of soldiers running.

Hearing the chaotic voice, Prince William's pupils contracted slightly.

He had expected those reinforcements to rest for a few days due to Cilita's injury, but he didn't expect them to recover from the pain of losing their boss so quickly?

……

Thousands of meters above sea level, the cold wind almost tore the skin, and a group of griffin knights in light armor gathered a charging formation in the air and flew to the heads of the rebels.

At such a height, neither side could help the other, and the ogre below roared loudly and threw stones into the air, but after flying less than two or three hundred meters, the stones lost their upward momentum.

Ignoring the ogre's provocations, the experienced riders took the clay pots the size of human heads from the leather rucksacks on either side of the griffin's side and twisted the lid of the jar vigorously. The crushed flint rubbed against the cotton rope wrapped around the bottle, and the griffon knight threw the clay pot above the rebel camp as a wisp of smoke erupted from the bottle.

I saw hundreds of griffons as if they were lining up to, and large and small clay pots were thrown down one after another.

Noticing the griffons throwing things down, the rebel soldiers sneered disdainfully. With such a long distance and such a large battlefield width, if this can be smashed, it can only be said that it has fallen for eight lifetimes.

In their opinion, the soldiers of the kingdom down the slope have exhausted their donkey skills.

Seeing that the griffons did not charge downward, they began to return after throwing their things in one go, and the spearmen who had been nervously setting up their halberds also relaxed their vigilance. Although they didn't dare to disperse the formation without the commander's order, it seemed that those griffons should not swoop now.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The fuse burned to the end, only to see one by one, the clay pot and clay pot exploded after falling to a height of hundreds of meters, and the white smoke instantly spread out and scattered downward. Before the soldiers standing in the barracks could react to what was going on, patches of white mist filled the entire mountain.

Karl, who was standing on the stone wall, was stunned.

He racked his brains and didn't figure out which one the kingdom's reinforcements were playing.

Smoked?

But this is too pediatric.

At this moment, he felt the tip of his nose itch a little, and reached out to touch it.

I saw a shallow gray residue on the index finger.

Karel was slightly stunned.

At this time, the screams have spread throughout the barracks......

"Ahem——!

"Ahhh

"Damn, I can't see anything!"

"Water, Water ......"

The white smoke that fell from the sky was like poison, stealing everyone's vision.

Especially those guys who looked up at the sky with their heads up, were directly covered with lime.

With lime in their eyes, many rebel soldiers directly took off the water bottle at their waists and wiped it off their faces with water from their cuffs.

However, it's fine that it doesn't touch the water.

As soon as you touch the water, it doesn't hurt hotly, but burns like a flame on your face.

Standing on the stone wall, Calel covered his eyes in pain, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything, his face was like a thousand ants crawling over, and he wanted to take off his mouth, nose and eyes.

Not only were the rebel soldiers tricked, but the ogres who stood behind the walls were also drenched in the lime that fell from the sky, holding their ugly faces and letting out a bitter howl.

The ogre launched a madness, but it was far more dangerous than the average person going crazy, I saw an ogre four or five meters tall, while covering his eyes with his left hand, he let out a roar of pain, waving the mallet in his hand indiscriminately, trying to dispel the gray mist.

The mallet struck the door in the face, and the rebel soldier's skull burst open like a shattered watermelon, and the stone wall was completely chaotic.

The quicklime powder, calcined into a fine powder, is like a mist shrouded in the mountains, and in this windless and rainless weather, it can stay in the air for a long, long time. Especially with this top-down bomb, the spreading lime covered almost every corner of the barracks.

As for the places that are not taken care of, it doesn't matter.

Struggling in the deadly gray fog, the rebel soldiers could get used to the power of the chemical weapons before the second round of air raids by the Griffin Knights began.

Standing at the back of the position, Jiang Feng held up the binoculars and took in everything on the battlefield. Standing next to him, Reinhardt didn't know how to make such an expression after hearing the battle report of the head of the Griffin Knights.

There was no doubt that he was happy, but in addition to being happy, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

This emotion should not have been in his heart.

It's just that he never imagined that the war he knew so well would become such a child's play in the face of the wizard's sorcery.

Like the kingdom's reinforcements, he didn't know that the power came from the spells of wizards, but from the raw materials left over from the production of cement. Using these things as weapons, Jiang Feng had this idea as early as when the Templars had just arrived in the Thorn Wasteland, but it was only delayed because of the exploration of the secret realm.

As one of the early chemical weapons, lime bullets, a low-cost weapon with a wide range of lethal effects, were mastered by most of the lower civilizations that entered the era of the industrial revolution. Moreover, this weapon is especially effective for the armies of indigenous civilizations that have not experienced the baptism of chemical weapons.

Most people are blinded by ash, and their first reaction is to wash them with water.

However, if you get wet, what happens next is known to anyone who knows a little bit about chemistry.

Putting away the binoculars, Jiang Feng looked at General Liszt who was standing aside.

"The finishing touches are up to you."

"Yes, sir." Li Szt saluted Jiang Feng respectfully and said.