A fiery serpent had ignited on the dark bank of the river to the east, and the few Lorrainburg archers had now raised their longbows, on which was a pre-wrapped shroud soaked in fire oil. A soldier with a torch quickly passed in front of them, the flames easily igniting the shroud on the arrowhead.

More than forty flaming arrows, with a call in the darkness, the bowstrings trembled in unison—

The next moment, almost everyone on the New Lorraine Castle, five hundred meters away, saw a small fire cloud flying into the sky, drawing a beautiful rainbow of fire in the dark sky.

When the red arc seems to stop at the highest point for a moment, it plummets down the parabola into Lorraineburg.

"Rocket!"

With a scream from one of the goblins, the rocket whirred and fell into Lorraineburg.

Please forgive the word 'drop' to describe these rockets. Because they really don't have much strength, and they are too sparse, more than forty arrows are simply itching for an army of thousands of orcs.

Most of the arrows were blocked by larger buildings, and only a few went into the clearing. The skin of the orcs is thick and thick, and one or two arrows in non-critical places are not in the way.

The only result was an instant kill of a goblin wolf cavalry.

It can be said that the direct damage caused by the rocket is almost non-existent, but Martin, who is watching the battle from the New Lorrainburg five hundred meters away, has almost no expression on his face, he is waiting for the follow-up effect, and he will see it soon.

The longbowmen were raising their longbows, and soon fired the second and third waves of rockets, and then, without looking back, they took their longbows and quivers, turned and ran, rushed into the pre-prepared boats, and rowed desperately in the direction of New Lorraineburg.

The point of the rocket was never the arrow, but the fire.

In this late autumn season, the last thing around Lorrainburg is hay.

As early as the next day, after all the important things were removed, Martin began to set up. He had the entire Old Lorraine Fort covered almost every inch of the ground and roof with hay.

As soon as the rocket touched the hay, it burst into flames, and a moment later it formed billowing smoke. The houses of the old lords of Lorraine were all made of wood for ease of construction. The autumn was high and dry, coupled with the arrangement with good intentions, it soon spread into a fire that burned the city.

"Don't panic! let's rush out!" the orc leader roared, but at first it had some effect.

However, with the continuous loud sound of "boom", the crowd of orcs suddenly flew flesh and blood. It was the explosion of explosives that had been placed in advance near the central square of the castle.

In this era, except for the dwarves who possessed artillery, who were more adept at playing with gunpowder and were equipped with the breech cannons that Martin saw as useless, the rest of the countries did not have any artillery.

These explosives were originally looted by the old Duke of Lorraine in the entire kingdom's warehouses and used to blow up the mountain to make a castle. As a result, it has not been used, and it is cheaper.

This early black powder was not particularly powerful, and as a traverser, of course, there was a way to increase the damage caused by the explosion - all the dried gunpowder was placed in the wooden barrels around the square, half of which were black powder, and half of which were at most half a palm's size from the blacksmith's blacksmith's scraps.

In this way, a large fragmentation grenade was made.

When the surrounding area was on fire, the flames spread along one of the several pre-set leads to the barrel of explosives. The explosion immediately opened a large crater in the ground, and at the same time, the iron bumps that were blown up like the most terrible sword storm roared and landed on the surrounding orcs and goblins, and for a time they screamed in a chord.

A bright piece of iron swirled across the tip of the goblin wizard's nose, and the violent impact easily sliced his nose open, causing the goblin priest to croak in pain on the spot.

Two of his goblin guards were not so lucky: one closer to the barrel of dynamite was thrown dozens of meters away by the blast wave and fell heavily to the ground as a patty, while the other was not lifted off but had his throat cut in half by a piece of iron, and was silently performing a fountain of blood beside the priest, becoming a corpse.

The orcs of the Kaos world are very special beings. The innate chaotic nature of orcs gives them incredible fighting abilities, and also makes them particularly vulnerable to self-collapse in the face of adversity.

This trait, which resembles a berserker, has caused nearly half of the orcs in the fire to go crazy. Either they scurried around like blind flies, unlucky enough to crash into the thoroughly lit wooden house, and the collapsed beams lit them to human-shaped torches first.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to get in the right direction, as long as you rush through the whole of Lorraineburg, which is relatively safe to the north.

The guys to the west and south were not so lucky, because they deliberately chose the direction downwind to attack, and when the fire was ignited, the smoke also blew in the direction they came. The smoke and flames made it impossible for most orcs and goblins to retreat the way they came.

And in the middle of the square, more than half of the orcs fell into a state of frenzy, and smashed axes and hammers on their own heads.

The fire attack went so smoothly that even Martin, who was monitoring the battlefield with a telescope five hundred meters away, couldn't help but raise his brow slightly.

"If the orcs are all such brainless goods, I won't be afraid of another 10,000. ”

Beside her, Gal looked adoring, and Sylvie pursed her lips, as the battle didn't seem to have anything to do with her.

The first to escape from the fire were naturally the cavalry. In the midst of the chaos, the smaller goblin wolf cavalry was the first to break away. However, by the time the second group of orc boar cavalry withdrew, something happened.

Obviously, the wolf cavalry in front rushed in along the passage between the two houses, and the orc cavalry behind naturally followed.

Who knows that when they rushed through the passage, many orc cavalry directly lost their heads. Either the whole person is stuck by something mysterious, and the whole person is dragged down, leaving the wild boar running wildly after losing its owner.

An immortal orc cavalryman climbed up, and it was only at this moment that he saw that there were many thin wires fixed in the middle of the alley.

The wire was fixed at a considerable height, and the shorter goblin cavalry, of course, could not reach it.

This paralyzed the orc cavalry that followed them in disguise, and as a result, they were hit one after another.

"Human ...... So insidious!" These were the last words of the orc cavalry. He was not stuck, but he was crushed by the wooden wall that was on fire and dumped, and he was burned alive.

The orc and goblin cavalry who were lucky enough to escape suddenly found that the nightmare was not over, as they heard the heavy hoofs characteristic of human cavalry.