Slinger's one-eyed clan didn't know what they had just missed. In their imagination, what they missed was only a small sheep, and an even bigger sheep Lorrainburg was waiting for them in front of them. They had no idea that their fellow citizens had been wiped out.

Because of the difference in clans, there will be no Winter Wolves' ships chasing them to retreat, and those who can escape the battlefield will run back to the wasteland.

Just two hours behind the One-Eyed Clan, Martin's main fleet was in hot pursuit, and the One-Eyed Clan was in the hunt.

By the time we arrived at the narrow seaside mountain road between Lorrainburg and Bakaria, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Night! Great! The Bakarians, who thought they were smart, couldn't resist our night attack. They are mostly blind at night. One-Eyed laughed maniacally.

The one-eyed statement is basically true, in this era in Bakaria, the people were generally lacking in nutrition. What to supplement vitamin A, it is good to fill your stomach with brown bread. Due to the ban on the sea, there are no fish as supplementary food.

It is normal for Bakaria people to have night blindness.

As a chaotic people, the Slingers can be said to be half a maritime people, half a nomadic people. Eating a lot of marine fish supplemented their vitamin A, so they never had night blindness.

But what they didn't know was that the situation had improved since Martin broke the ban and made fish a staple in Lorraineburg.

In the middle of the night, hundreds of Slinger ships began to dock on the seaside promenade, almost directly north of Lorraineburg. The Slingers thought they were unaware of how many pairs of eyes were watching them in the darkness on the shore.

"It's amazing, how did the Duke know that the Slingers would land at this time and place?" someone whispered.

"Shhh

The one-eyed chieftain still didn't know his condition, he looked at the brightly lit city in the distance to the south, and his heart was surging: "Hahaha! What a beautiful city! I just don't know if it will be even more beautiful when we snatch it up and burn it down!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that must be the biggest bonfire!" said the Slinger laughing.

Their laughter rang out far and wide, making the owners of the eyes in the darkness frown.

The landing of nearly 10,000 people was never a simple matter.

The Slingers simply and violently let their ships wash up on the beach, and then landed, still busy until 1 o'clock because of the assembly and other problems.

"Hurry, quick, little cubs, we must take that city before dawn. "The one-eyed chief has visually measured the distance between here and Lorraine Fort, and it is about three kilometers, and if you hurry, it will be in the middle of the night.

It's just that when they walked less than a kilometer, the scout brought him bad news.

"A watchtower was found in front of me. Not a single one. All the useful things were taken away. The embers in the stove were still hot, and it wouldn't take more than an hour to evacuate. ”

This clearly told him that the Bakarians already knew they were coming.

"How is this possible......" At the moment when One-Eye hesitated, several subordinates around him let out an uncontrollable exclamation as if they were in a nightmare.

"Boats, ships of the Bakarians!" someone pointed to the sea to the northeast.

In the dark, it is very dangerous for the fleet to sail in the dark. Unless it is a single ship sailing at sea, the head lights, stern lights, and lights of the watchtower at the top of the mast are essential.

Hundreds of ship lights make the entire fleet look like a ghost fleet in the night.

"Oh my God, the Winter Wolves, they've lost!?" even the most brainless Slinger realized something was wrong.

It could not have been their countrymen who had robbed the Bakarians' ships, for the Slingers, even if they had captured the enemy's fleet, would not have been able to run out of such a tight formation at sea.

If it was the Winter Wolves, even if the group would have driven Bakaria's ship, or forced the captive sailors to do so, they would have scrambled to get here for the sake of showing off.

An uneasy commotion spread among the Slingers.

At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up on the edge of the dark foothills, which was a long line of fire formed by several small fires that quickly spread from south to north.

The experienced one-eyed chief immediately realized what it was.

Archers of the Bakarians!

Better!

There are at least a thousand people here, right?

The sound of the broken roar coming from his grinning mouth instantly reverberated through the entire Slinger ranks.

"Arrow Strike—"

Almost as the Slingers subconsciously raised their shields and crouched down, thousands of rockets flew into the sky, and when they reached the highest point, they looked like a cloud of fire in the dark night. The cloud of fire seemed to stand still in mid-air for a moment, and then fell at high speed.

Rockets are as dense as raindrops, but they do only a limited amount of damage.

Moans and screams came one after another, and it is estimated that dozens of Slingers were actually shot to death. Most of the injured were shot in limbs exposed beyond the shield's protective area, or screamed by the fire as they grabbed their fur coats.

The long career of bandits has given these Slingers a military quality above the standard. In particular, they often harass the Nord Territory of the Rick Empire. The Rick Empire is the ancestor of the Rain of Arrows.

A Slinger who can't fend off arrows doesn't live long.

"Don't be afraid! the Bakarians' arrows are weak!" said the One-Eyed Chieftain.

He just didn't expect that the Bakarians didn't expect to shoot them with arrows.

In no particular order, from the side of the mountain and from the sea, a dull roar sounded at the same time in both directions.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The barbarians thought it was not good. That dull sound, that kind of death roar that is getting closer and closer, doesn't sound like an arrow.

Some kind of heavy weapon for sure!

Too late.

"Everyone......" One-Eye had barely shouted halfway when a flash of fire flashed on the beach not far from his feet, and a violent shockwave rushed in.

The One-Eyed Chief was caught off guard and was blown up.

The blast wave of the explosion kicked off all the debris on the coast and swept away in all directions, creating a hemispherical depression on the beach.

Even more terrifying were the debris that had been blasted out by the blast. These hard broken stones have achieved a terrifying killing that even fragmentation grenades can't do. The Slingers, who admired bravery rather than wear armor, tasted the worst bitter fruit for this.

If there was armor, even leather armor, they could still survive this storm of fragments.

The self-proclaimed bravery has become their talisman.

No matter how strong their muscles are, flesh and blood are a living target in the face of such a scattershot. As soon as the mortar was fired, dozens of Slingers were reduced to bloody corpses.