The calm Niro River flowed quietly, and a few of the "able-goers" of the Sand Bandit Alliance, who had worked as carpenters in the city of Medici, had turned several wagons into rafts capable of carrying heavy loads.

Relying on the buoyancy of the current, coupled with the traction of the people on the riverbank, the heavy artillery barrels finally found a suitable means of transportation.

However, the leaders of the sand bandits, played by the elite of the Wind Hearer, still feel that the group of cannon fodder under their command is a little muddy and can't support the wall.

You know, they have repeatedly reminded them that the gunpowder used for firing must be kept dry and must not be wet.

However, in order to save effort, some of the sand bandits transporting the baggage directly put a few barrels of gunpowder on the raft. As a result, after a day's journey, the river soaked the barrels containing the gunpowder, and the gunpowder that could fire more than a dozen shells was wet and completely scrapped.

The "blue turban" who was in charge of transporting the baggage had no good luck this time, and what hit his face was no longer a leather whip but a blade. And this bloody lesson made all the sand bandits have a long memory, and everyone dare not relax a little.

After three or five days' walk, the party came to the vicinity of the territory of the dragon Pasha, and in just one more day's walk, they could reach the city of Spath.

The leader of the bandits let everyone rest in place, and they waited quietly for the order of the Commander Wenfeng - it was not up to him to move forward or backward, but only for the Grand Commander of these secret spies.

After less than two days of repairing, a patrol eagle fell into the tent of the bandit leader, and left after a full meal of meat.

After about an hourglass, the team of several bandits was ready to set off for the city of Spath.

After a day's march through the day, the group, made entirely of the worst scum of the Medici Empire, approached the city of Spat after nightfall, and stopped within the sight of the defenders but out of range of their weapons.

"Gentlemen, as is the custom of our profession, we do not do foolish things rashly at the behest of some madman, but act according to our common madness!"

According to the established tradition, the leader of the alliance of sand bandits rode on the back of a camel beast and began his speech.

As he spoke, the bandits who worked under his command burst into laughter, expressing their approval of the opening statement.

"Our goal is an old city, and we need its wealth to make up for the damage that the reptile has done to our purse bags for a year. So, the leader of the Sand Bandit Alliance, the head of your gang of money bags, I want to call for a vote here...... All those who wish to set off a terrible sandstorm here and take that city stomp their feet and shout 'Yes!'"

The people loudly agreed, and there was no opposition in between, much to the satisfaction of the bandit leader.

"Those who oppose it, please yell 'It's not good!'"

Although there is no tradition to testify, every bandit knows, or has witnessed firsthand, the fate of those who dare to disobey their leader's opinion - most of the time they are cut throat and stripped of their clothes and buried under the sand.

So no half of them spoke.

"Even the Pharaoh's Council of Nobles is not so united!" the leader of the bandits roared, announcing without the slightest pretension.

Suddenly, the bandits cheered, as if the wealth promised by the leader was within reach.

"So what are you slackers waiting for?" Drawing the scimitar on his waist, he slashed in the direction of Sparter City a few times in succession, and the leader of the sand bandits changed the way he spoke like a gentle drizzle just now, and roared with a hideous face: "Why don't you hurry up and set up artillery! Hurry up and blast him a few shots to say hello to the Archon and those nobles...... Hahaha!"

With the long-lasting rampant laughter, everyone in the Sand Bandit Alliance immediately got busy.

Perhaps it was because they had chewed on the refreshing tobacco beforehand, or perhaps because the wealth promised by the leader had stimulated their nerves, and even after a day's rapid march, the men were still full of energy and did not show any signs of fatigue.

It didn't take long, at least much earlier than the leader had expected, and the bandits unloaded their guns from their wagons, fiddled with all the parts, and began to preview the city of Spath.

I have to admit that in terms of manipulating weapons, this group of bandits who can stop children crying at night by mentioning their names in Medici does have some talent. Even if they hadn't actually fired a few shots, some people still figured out how to aim with the scale on the gun watch.

"Three scales up," one of the sand bandits in charge of firing narrowed his eyes, gave a thumbs up to the fire on the head of Spath, and said to his companion who was in charge of raising the angle of the cannon, "Although it may not be able to accurately hit the city, at least it will not hit the outside of the city wall, as long as the cannonball flies into the city, it doesn't matter what happens to him." ”

"What else," the sand bandit who was assigned to this task replied angrily, "This is a 'half-wrist ruler' iron bullet, not to mention people and animals, even the houses are all pierced and even collapsed." ”

"Then do you want to fire it once and try it, how about you light the first shell?"

"Try it, I've seen you fiddle with it before, and if I don't remember the meaning of those yards, I can do an easy job. ”

After padding the wooden block under the artillery, the sand bandit carrying the barrel opened his hand to take the torch in the opponent's hand, but he didn't notice that the other party had just secretly pulled out an iron bolt that held the barrel and bracket in place.

Then the reckless guy lit the torch with a fuse, and the gunpowder burned with a "hissing" sound, and he covered his ears with both hands, and with a loud "bang", the cannonball was fired.

The huge recoil force bounced the barrel of the cannon, and it ignited the bandit's lower abdomen, and the hapless creature flew out miserably, vomiting blood from his mouth, and it was obvious that he was about to die.

The first shell fired by the artillery is generally referred to as a "cold cannon". Because the barrel is still very cold, it is most likely to explode when it encounters explosive gunpowder suddenly, and even if it does not explode, the recoil force will be greater.

Coupled with the fact that someone pulled out the iron bolt for fixing, the accident was a complete murder.

However, it was only a sand bandit who died, and the cannon was not damaged, and at most a fixed iron bolt could be used again, so the others did not pay much attention to it, and went about their work - greeting the city of Sparter with the continuous sound of cannons.

"Idiot," he glanced at the dead body that had been dragged aside, and a cruel smile appeared on the lips of the sand bandit who was really responsible for firing the artillery, he didn't feel any discomfort at all about the previous murder, after all, it was the true tradition of the sand bandits, "I still owe you three silver kates before, let's write them off." ”